Real Mount and Blade Game

The shrill sound of the horn tore through the tranquility of the night, like the announcement of the god of death, instantly detonating the wood elf village.

This sound became the most direct signal of attack.

Almost at the same time as the horn sounded, the ground at the edge of the village bulged and deformed violently!
As if being kneaded by an invisible giant hand, two towering earthen mounds - or temporary earthen slope shelters - are rising out of thin air, reaching the wall formed by trees of the Wood Elf village.

Then just close it!

The city wall was completely pressed on top, forming a gentle ramp that could be used to go from the outside to the inside, allowing the cavalry to rush in directly!
This directly changed the properties of this place. It was no longer the defensive fortification of the wood elves, but a deadly offensive springboard for the Mount and Blade soldiers!

"For Lord Shen Mu! For the Kingdom of Swadia! For Dehrim, charge --!!!"

Resarit's iconic, oppressive roar instantly drowned out the remaining sound of the horn, and even covered the sporadic screams that had just been heard in the village.

The next moment, the heavy sound of horse hooves like drums roared from behind the mound!
The group of Swadian heavy knights led by Resarit took advantage of the slope formed by the earthen mound to increase the impact of the charge to the extreme.

Boom——! ! !
Just like a flood, they crossed the earthen mound and the wooden wall that was squeezed underneath by the earthen mound. The heavy horses and knights wearing thick triple-layer armor stepped on the horseshoes on the spot and rushed directly from the earthen mound into the interior of the wood elf village in a crushing posture!
"kill!"

Accompanied by excited shouts, these Mounted Swordsmen held their spears straight and, with the help of their huge inertia, instantly pierced and knocked away several terrified Wood Elf guards and Blue Star human warriors who were blocking their charge path. The sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

Almost at the same moment, "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" dense and rain-like sounds of breaking through the air came from another direction.

The Kugit heavy-armored cavalry archers led by Bestur appeared like ghosts near another earthen mound and also rushed into the wood elf village.

They galloped skillfully, without having to dismount to charge obstacles. Instead, they used their mobility to quickly pass through the sides or even the tops of the slopes, with the iconic Khergit nomadic bows in their hands fully drawn.

It poured down on the chaotic center of the village as accurately as a rainstorm!
The wood elf patrols, the human guards who rushed out of the tents upon hearing the noise, and the small groups who tried to organize resistance were all instantly covered by this wave of arrows.

The accurate shooting caused the resistance to fall to the ground one after another, screaming in pain.

The two most powerful cavalry units under Shen Mu broke into the core of the village from two directions with an unstoppable attitude!

The entire wood elf village instantly turned into a slaughterhouse!
The Swadian heavy cavalry charge group plowed out several bloody paths on the narrow roads in the village.

The heavy hooves of armored horses ruthlessly trampled the lives of those trying to escape, the powerful lances lifted or pierced their targets, and some knights even swung their swords or maces in a small space.

The attacks of the wood elves and humans who tried to resist with spears or swords were simply unable to shake the knights' thick chain plate and heavy chain mail, and the knights' counterattacks were fatal crushing.

The pillars of the house were shattered by the impact of the galloping horses, and part of the structure collapsed directly, with sparks flying everywhere.

The heavily-armored mounted archers of the Kugits moved at high speed in the relatively peripheral areas, their arrows flying like locusts.

They use their high mobility to divide the battlefield and accurately shoot any targets that attempt to assemble or have the intention of resisting.

When encountering a small group of enemies, they put away their bows and arrows without hesitation, drew out their gleaming nomadic scimitars, and rushed into the enemy camp like a whirlwind, relying on their superb horsemanship and fierce slashing to intensify the chaos to the extreme.

They even deliberately used torches in their hands to set fire to the dry thatched roofs, wooden fences and stacked supplies.

Let the wood elf village burn!

The Kugits are born bandits, and they are even more adept at the means of causing chaos that these criminals are best at!

The flames from the houses set ablaze by torches spread rapidly, illuminating the scene of the massacre, and thick smoke billowed, mixing with the smell of blood.

The panicked Wood Elves and Blue Star humans fled in all directions like headless flies. Desperate cries, dying groans, angry but futile roars, the neighing of war horses and the clash of weapons filled the night sky.

Chaos, utter chaos, overwhelming!
Faced with the Swadian heavy cavalry's steel charge like a mobile fortress, and the Khergit horse archers' ghostly long-range strikes and swift melee stranglehold, sporadic resistance seemed so futile.

A few brave wood elf sword dancers tried to chop the heavy cavalry with their elven swords, but the swords hit the solid armor and bounced off with only sparks, and were then crushed by the knights' spears or the horses' hooves following closely.

Likewise, human warriors who attempted to fight back with bows and arrows were quickly suppressed or killed by the Kugits' denser and more accurate rain of arrows.

The organized resistance was completely disintegrated the moment the cavalry rushed in!

As for the central area where the "harmonious" banquet was originally held, Yang Di's face was ashen and the knife in his hand hung limply.

Zhang Song beside him also had a look of despair on his face.

Their previous suspicions, doubts, and temptations seemed so ridiculous and insignificant in the face of the absolute violence of naked steel and fire before them.

The destruction of the village and the screams of the subordinates confirmed Zhang Bo's previous desperate premonition, and also announced that the "final test" carefully planned by Yang Di and Zhang Song had completely failed - Shen Mu did not give them any time or opportunity to play out their conspiracy.

The cold night of killing was like a raging wave that completely swallowed them up.

The wood elf village fell into complete purgatory.

The Swadian heavy armored group led by Resarit was like a cold steel torrent, completely ignoring any narrow terrain and sporadic resistance.

They maintained a tight wall-like charge formation, their heavy horses' hooves crushing huts and rolling over flower beds. The terrifying kinetic energy of the armored horses combined with the spears and swords in the knights' hands left only a bloody mess and flying, burning fragments wherever they passed.

The defenses made up of the hastily assembled teams of Wood Elf Sword Dancers or the Blue Star Human Guards were as fragile as paper in front of them, and were completely disintegrated and overwhelmed by a single charge.

It was impossible to even slow them down! The Khergit heavy-armored archers of Bestur transformed into the deadliest shadows and whirlwinds.

They rode their horses flexibly through the chaotic streets filled with fire and smoke, coldly carrying out Shen Mu's will.

The precise arrows were like a rain of death, shooting from tricky angles into the throats and eye sockets of those who tried to occupy rooftops, windowsills or alleys to fight back.

Once they found a slightly organized resistance point, these mounted archers immediately put away their horn bows, drew out their scimitars, transformed them into several fierce cutting blades, and rushed into the crowd to chop without mercy.

The iconic whistles of the Kugit people rose and fell over the village, each time a new fire was lit or an area of ​​resisters was cleared out.

The burning houses became their best cover for attack and weapon for creating chaos. Smoke billowed, screams were heard everywhere, and the exquisite village that the wood elves were proud of and coexisted in harmony with nature quickly collapsed under the iron hooves and flames.

A little further outside the village, in the darkness backed by a dilapidated apartment, the firelight outlined another group of silent and murderous figures.

Shen Mu rode on his majestic holy tree horse and was located in the center of the entire reserve formation.

He was not wearing heavy armor, but only a set of light chain mail that was easy to move in, covered with a dark cloak. However, this did not detract from the aura he exuded at the moment, like a chess player who was in control of the game of life and death.

His eyes passed over the flickering firelight and were fixed on the collapsing and burning wood elf village.

Reflected in his pupils were the dancing orange-red flames, the twisted fleeing figures, and the iron-gray torrent that represented the invincibility of his two cavalry units and was constantly advancing and tearing through the defense line.

The corner of his mouth was raised into a cold smile, as if he was appreciating a painting depicting destruction.

On his left, the commander-in-chief of the Holy Tree Knights, Fatis, stood like the most loyal shadow.

His tall body sat upright on the saddle, motionless, his eyes reflecting a cold luster under the flickering firelight in the distance, and the knight's lance leaned quietly against his shoulder.

The face hidden under the majestic full-face helmet had no expression, only a pair of ice-blue eyes penetrated the gaps in the visor, and calmly scanned the battlefield, assessing the battle situation.

Occasionally, there would be a few scattered wood elves or humans fleeing here, and they would not even have time to issue a warning before they were quickly killed by the spears or swords of the Holy Tree Cavalry patrolling further out.

"Look at this scene, it's really cruel." Shen Mu's voice broke the oppressive silence in front of the reserve team, and his tone was as relaxed as if he was talking about the weather: "Mr. Yang Di's carefully prepared banquet seems to have been interrupted completely. I don't know if he can still maintain his composure as a host at this moment?"

The words were full of undisguised mockery and cruelty.

Bandak was slightly ahead of Shen Mu's right. The experienced Rhodok commander did not look back, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and he was looking around the edge of the battlefield, especially the two huge earthen ramps where the city wall was breached, to prevent any big fish from escaping.

Hearing Shen Mu's words, the muscles on his weather-beaten face twitched, revealing an almost animal-like grin that looked somewhat ferocious under the firelight: "Calm? Sir, facing the iron hooves of our Dehrim, any so-called calmness will be crushed into powder the moment the first knight steps through the gate!"

His rough hands tightly grasped his heavy crossbow, and the steel crossbow arrows hanging on it pointed to the center of the village: "Listen, those desperate wails and the sounds of collapsed buildings are the last song of the Green Leaf Group! Resistance? It's just a futile struggle, which will only make our soldiers clean up more efficiently!"

Although Bandak is a tribune, he is not a foolish saint who would show mercy to his enemies at this time.

He knew clearly that if these guys had not launched a sneak attack and almost killed Lord Shen Mu, he would not have encountered such a cruel scene now.

But this is something that must be experienced.

If you show mercy to all enemies, then in the future, no one will really care about Dehrim's, or Lord Shen Mu's, mercy, and it will not really matter!
Only cruel revenge can make others realize that mercy is itself an extremely generous quality of those in a higher position!

"This is very good, respected Lord Shen Mu!"

Fatis's deep and magnetic voice sounded at the right time, like the friction of cold steel: "Bestul's cavalry is effectively dividing the remaining enemies and driving away the fleeing soldiers. Resarit's group is like a heavy hammer, invincible. The resistance nodes of the entire village are being quickly destroyed. It seems that there is no need for the Holy Tree Knights to enter the field, my lord. This is already a...perfect clearing operation."

He spoke calmly, but beneath that calmness was his absolute confidence in his colleagues' fighting ability and battlefield advantage, as well as a slight regret for not being able to destroy the powerful enemy himself.

The curve of Shen Mu's lips deepened, and the joy he felt was almost beyond words.

He himself is not a good person.

He nodded slightly, his eyes still glued to the burning village, as if chewing every rising smoke, every scream, and nodded with a chuckle: "Yes, perfect. Yang Di thought he could play tricks and linger, but he didn't know that in the face of absolute power, any scheming and waiting would be so ridiculous. From today on, the name of the Wood Elf Village, together with the so-called 'Green Leaf Group' it represents, will be completely wiped off the map of Balihe. On the map of Balihe Street, there will be only one name: Dehrim's Will!"

His words were like a cold verdict, announcing the demise of a force, and even more so, heralding the birth of a new era on the ruins of blood and fire.

On the outskirts of the battlefield, in the shadow of the reserve troops, the atmosphere was still murderous.

The Holy Tree Knights and the cavalry were like statues, only their sharp eyes swept the edge of the battlefield, making sure that no "rat" could slip away from this "cleansing" feast tailor-made for them.

Inside the burning Green Leaf Group, the desperate resistance is meeting its final, destined end.

And the master of Dehrim found the ultimate pleasure of a conqueror in this symphony of destruction that he single-handedly led.

Under the cold moonlight, only the roar of horse hooves, the collapse of buildings, the roar of flames, and the ubiquitous desperate wails that announced the complete withering of green leaves could be heard.

Victory was no longer in doubt.

But for Yang Di who was still in the big tent, his eyes were already determined at this moment. With despair and ruthlessness, he looked at Zhang Bo, and his angry voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Very good, Zhang Bo, I provided you with a childhood without worries about food and clothing, provided you with excellent learning opportunities, and even took care of you when the doomsday came. Very good, very good, this is really very good, Zhang Bo, I didn't expect you to be an ungrateful person. The Green Leaf Group that I value most, the foundation that I have worked hard for all my life, was finally destroyed by an ungrateful person. I really didn't expect it, I really misjudged you!" (End of this chapter)