Imperial Crown.

Chapter 89 The decisive battle begins

Bloody Heights is especially peaceful today.

There was wind, but not strong. It only occasionally blew up some snow on the ground, which swirled around and then quickly dispersed.

Visdon led the vanguard troops and advanced slowly, with scouts from the Scorpion Nest following not far away.

It's not that they didn't think about harassing them, but under the heavy shooting of crossbows, after leaving two bodies behind, no one dared to move forward.

"Huh..." Weisdong exhaled a breath of white air.

Nearly forty minutes had passed since they set out, and he gradually began to feel that being a commander was not that difficult.

In the previous battle, nearly half of the bandits were killed, leaving only a group of defeated soldiers.

Although he had less than fifty soldiers under his command, he had just experienced a great victory yesterday!
Maybe... I can lead them and directly crush the Heleti army?

In that case, I will truly become a hero in Eagle Territory!
A hint of expectant smile appeared on Weisdon's face.

Boom, boom, boom...

The dense sound of horse hooves gradually became clearer, and Weisdong came to his senses and looked over.

On the horizon, a black wave is surging.

As the sound of hooves approached, the waves began to become clear, tearing Visdon's fantasy to pieces.
"Why...are there so many people!?"

Vesdon's lips trembled, his breathing stopped suddenly, and all the muscles in his body, from his abdomen to his chest, were stiff.

Shouldn't the 160 people sent by Helaiti yesterday be the entire army?

Why, it feels like there are more people this time than last time! ?
No, not only did their numbers not decrease, their aura was also completely different from before.

More ferocious, more... brutal!
"Prepare for battle!" Weisdong screamed loudly, his voice a little distorted: "Form a formation!!"

Following an order, the Eagle Army rode their horses and changed their formation, with sword and shield soldiers in the front, spearmen in the back, and crossbowmen remaining in the last row.

About four hundred meters away, Heleti raised his arm, and the entire army of horse thieves slowly stopped.

He looked at the Eagle Army's formation with a scrutinizing gaze and asked Eugene, "Is this a cavalry formation?"

Eugene followed Heleti's gaze and was stunned for a moment, with a strange look on his face: "Sir, this is an ordinary infantry phalanx, just on horses!"

Helaiti trusted Eugene's vision. He looked at it carefully and indeed found the clue.

Sword and shield soldiers are in front, spearmen are in the back, it is indeed an infantry formation.

"Being smart!"

Heleti sneered and shook his head.

Cavalry is not as simple as infantry on horseback.

"Eugene."

"exist!"

"Lead the main force and charge forward to kill them!" Helaiti gave the order seemingly casually.

"Yes, Lord Sand King!" Eugene rode out slowly:

"Main Camp, follow me!!"

The horse bandits began to split up, and soon a group of about a hundred people gathered behind Eugene.

There are 163 main troops, 51 of whom were killed yesterday, and there are still 112 left.

It is more than twice the number of Eagle Army vanguards.

Eugene was not good at horseback archery, and this kind of situation did not require it.

When encountering a battle, the cavalrymen faced a group of farmers on horseback, and all they had to do was run over them!

He lowered his visor, cut off the half-exhaled airflow, and shouted loudly: "Charge!!"

The warhorse under his crotch gradually accelerated, and Eugene lowered his lance and began to charge.

For him, returning to the battlefield was as peaceful as returning home.

same moment.

Visdon adjusted the position of his prosthetic hand, stuck the shield in front of his chest, and clenched the enchanted half-sword in his hand. The flickering light blue light on it was just like his heart at the moment.

Taking a deep breath, imitating Eric's behavior in his memory, Weston shouted an order:
"Sword and shield soldiers raise their shields, spearmen draw their spears, crossbowmen look for their own opportunities—"

"Prepare to engage the enemy!!!"

December 1193, 12 in the Guangming calendar, the twenty-third day after departure.

The decisive battle has officially begun.

Unlike on flat ground, sword and shield soldiers and spearmen on horseback cannot squat to make room for shooting, and crossbowmen on horseback also find it difficult to carry out three-stage shooting and can only search for targets on their own.

Sporadic crossbow arrows penetrated the army of horse bandits, occasionally able to shoot down a horse bandit or knock over a warhorse, but it was ultimately irrelevant to the overall situation.

The two sides are getting closer and closer——

Then they collided with a loud bang!
It was like waves hitting the rocks.

But what was stirred up was not water, but sticky and hot blood!

Some soldiers of the Eagle Army were pierced through by lances on the spot, and the people who killed them were immediately stabbed to death by several spears; some horse thieves' lances hit their shields and failed to kill their opponents, but they were thrown off their horses by the recoil; and some soldiers of the Eagle Army withstood the first wave of attacks, but were killed by the flying axes that followed.

They either fell to the ground or hung on the horses.

The fallen snow was trampled into a pulp, melted into the snow, and mixed with the soil, becoming a new footnote for this country called "Bloody Highlands".

Those hanging on the horses swayed as the horses fled in panic, were dragged on the ground, and then were chopped into pieces by the sand and broken blades.

In just a short moment of contact, more than ten people from both sides had died, and the Eagle Army suffered far more casualties than the horse bandits!
And this is just the beginning of the final battle.

Visdon seemed to have returned to yesterday. He could no longer hear any sound in his ears, and the world in his eyes seemed to have lost its color. He could only see the sharp edges of weapons flashing with cold light and the flying manes of the war horses!
For the first time, he realized that facing a cavalry charge would cause such a strong sense of oppression!

But unlike yesterday, this time he finally regained the feeling of his body. The sweat was absorbed by the lining of the gauntlet and a cool feeling came over him, making his hand holding the half-sword even tighter.

Long before setting out, he had his hands tied to the hilt of his sword with bandages.

Finally, Eugene's spear approached.

Visdon adjusted his body and let the enchanted steel shield held in his prosthetic hand take the impact.

The foot-long sharp blade of the lance tore through the surface of the shield, but was stuck in the dense shield body. Iron filings flew with sparks, and the steel shield suddenly flew backwards and hit Visdon. At this moment, the lance's tip suddenly raised up due to the recoil force!

The impact force was transmitted along Visdon's body to the Blood-Eyed Warhorse, causing it to neigh loudly.

A dull pain came from his chest, and the sound that had disappeared filled Visdon's ears again, making him feel as if he had come back to life.

He held the enchanted half sword in his hand and chopped it down at Eugene's head!

"No rules at all!" Eugene sneered, threw down his lance and raised his shield to meet the enemy.

The tin-coated shield glowed with a silver luster, dense and tight, like a mirror.

At the moment when the blades of the enchanted half sword collided, the light on the shield weakened slightly, and then all gathered under the blade and suddenly exploded!
The silvery-white fighting spirit wrapped around the sword, scraping against the sword body with a teeth-grinding metallic friction sound, and streaks of fire exploded like fireworks.

when--

It was like the sound of a bronze bell, and the vibration spread. Under the influence of the iron and steel fighting spirit, the enchanted half sword began to shake violently, and the fighting spirit spread and eroded all the way from the tip of the sword to the blade and then to the hilt, and the vibration followed like a shadow.

With a sound of tearing cloth, the iron spirit like silver smoke tore open the bandage on Visdon's hand and suddenly penetrated into the flesh. The skin on his palm first broke into a circle of white lines, and then suddenly burst out a large ball of blood mist!
"what--"

Visdon let out a shrill scream.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart. Among the five fingers left on his left hand, the ring finger and little finger were cut down to only bones, and there were pieces of flesh hanging on his palm through a little skin.

Eugene showed a cruel smile on his face: "Iron Legion's secret combat skill, Mirror Shield, how does it feel?"

There was no expression on Visdon's pale face. He raised his arm to his mouth, bit off the excess flesh, and then tightened the bandage with his teeth. He then put down his mask to completely conceal his expression.

He didn't say anything, but his gesture said it all.

Eugene snorted coldly when he saw this: "You are asking for your own death!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already drawn the enchanted sword from his waist, mounted his horse and charged forward with the sword in hand!

The enchanted half-sword in Weston's hand had lost its luster and became bumpy. When his arm dropped, blood flowed down the sword's spine, filling the holes on it, making it look as dirty as an unearthed antique.

But he still raised the sword and placed it flat on the side of his horse.

Standard cavalry defensive posture!
There was a gleam of sharpness in Eugene's eyes. He controlled his horse to nimbly avoid the edge of Visdon's sword, and suddenly thrust a sword behind him when their sword crossed.

Weisdon seemed to have anticipated this scene. He held his half-sword upright behind his back, but the thick sword could not withstand the attack of the enchanted weapon wrapped in fighting spirit, and was pierced by it. Then the blade pierced through the chain mail, leaving a shallow wound on his back.

This pain was nothing compared to the broken finger. Weisdong shuddered, let out a suppressed cry of pain, and then turned the horse's head.

Even without the help of his left hand, his horsemanship was very skillful, and when he turned around, Eugene had just adjusted the angle of his horse.

A hint of surprise flashed across Eugene's eyes, and then his smile became even wider.

It takes resistance to have fun!
He squeezed his legs against the horse's belly and rode forward again.

Weisdon took a deep breath and suppressed the trembling in his arms.

He wasn't seriously injured in the previous fight, but his energy and physical strength were greatly depleted. Sweat was pouring out uncontrollably, causing the wound on his hand to burn extremely painfully.

The two war horses were very close to each other. This time, Weston decided to take a risk. His wrist holding the sword drooped slightly, seemingly trying to intercept Eugene, but actually aiming at his war horse.

however

When the two were less than three meters apart, Eugene suddenly pulled the reins, and the horse's head suddenly turned, appearing on the right side from the position that was supposed to be on the left side of Weston!
In a one-on-one situation, cavalry usually would not choose this method of attack.

Because when you are on the enemy's right side, the enemy is also on your right side, which greatly increases the possibility of the knight himself being injured.

But this was exactly the most uncomfortable position for Visdon, who had lost his right hand. He held the sword in his left hand and stretched it to the right with all his strength, but it was too late!

The enchanted sword in Eugene's hand pierced through the armor with the help of fighting spirit, penetrated into the shoulder of Visdon's prosthesis, went deep inside, and came out from under the neck, leaving a deep wound under his neck!

The feeling of the sword entering the flesh was first cold, then burning, and finally painful.

This was not the first time that Visdon had felt this kind of pain. He clenched his teeth and tried to swallow the blood that was pouring into his mouth, but when the sword blade pulled out his flesh and blood, Visdon could not hold back his instinctive reaction.

"Puff--ah!" Blood sprayed into the visor, and the splattered blood blurred Visdon's eyes, making his vision scarlet.

Turning his horse with difficulty, he saw that Eugene had raised his visor with a happy smile on his face!
Eugene was indeed in a good mood, sweeping away his previous depression and gloom. He laughed: "Be careful, little guy, next time, my sword won't be so crooked."

Eugene could have killed Weston just now, but he didn't.

Eugene's favorite thing is to hit the other person little by little, and see the other person's angry and helpless expression, from anger to pain, from pain to collapse, and finally begging Eugene to kill him!

The figure of Visdon sitting on the horse was swaying, blood was flowing through the gaps in the visor, and his expression could not be seen.

He was breathing heavily, the wounds on his body were in unbearable pain, his muscles were twitching constantly as if they were being torn, and the spurting blood made him truly feel the passing of life.

The feeling of fear and cowardice surged up in my heart uncontrollably at this moment.

Otherwise... run away now?
A thought came to his mind, and he swept his eyes across the battlefield. What he saw was a sea of ​​black horse thieves, and a mixture of scarlet and white on the ground.

Very dazzling!

There were broken limbs and arms, a headless but still twitching corpse, and the warhorse was lingering around its dead master.

Vesdon had never realized so clearly that this was war.

This is the battlefield.

But the Eagle Army behind him still persisted, even though they were wounded and covered in blood!
They are just a group of serfs who have just been trained for a few months, but I am a noble who has received formal knight training!

I’ve been riding horses almost every day since I was six years old!

His mind raced, and the young man's unique courage became extremely hot at this moment, so hot that Visdon even forgot the pain in his body and was no longer so afraid of death.

This time, he doesn't want to be seen as a coward by others!

As Eugene looked slightly stunned, Weston raised his head and raised his sword.

"drink!!"

A bloody roar came from the visor. The sound was a little dull, and also had a bit of sadness of facing death. Weisdong roared:
"Eagle Army, charge——"

He actually chose to attack at this time!
To Eugene, this was undoubtedly a provocation, so his face suddenly turned cold:
"If you want to die, I'll grant your wish! Remember to say hello to the Lord of Light for me!"

This time, Eugene chose to attack from the left side of Visdon.

Just when the two horses were about to touch, Eugene pulled the reins again, and the Blood-Eyed Warhorse immediately turned its head, trying to repeat the same trick.

But what Eugene never expected was that Visdon, who had only one arm that could be used and was still holding the sword, suddenly squeezed the horse's belly, and the blood-eyed warhorse under his crotch immediately turned in the direction of Eugene's mount!
He is simply looking for death!

The two war horses collided violently!
Weisdon crouched low, uttered a roar that was not like a human voice, and stabbed Eugene's throat with a sword!
A trace of panic flashed in the latter's eyes, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block.

However, on the bumpy horse's back, although this blocked Visdon's sword, it was still a little off, and the blade of the half-sword hit his shoulder armor.

Shine——

A streak of fire burst out from the illuminated plate armor, illuminating the visors of both men at the same time.

At the moment when their eyes crossed, Eugene clearly saw the pride in the other's eyes!

The enchanted half-sword was already in a half-broken state and was not sharp at all. Without being wrapped in fighting spirit, it could not pierce Eugene's plate armor at all and could only leave a shallow white mark on it.

But Eugene became more angry than ever: "——You!!!"

The cat played with the mouse, but was bitten by the mouse. What a shame! ?

"Hehe...hahaha..." A weak sound came out of Visdon's mouth, and it was unclear whether he was crying or laughing. He just straightened his chest again, as if he was the stronger one between the two!
Even though he was covered in blood, if he wasn't tied up with bandages, he wouldn't even be able to hold the sword!

Under Eugene's angry gaze, he pointed his sword directly at Eugene's face, then rode his horse to attack!
This time, Weisdon failed to gain the upper hand, and he had another scar on his right leg.

But he did not feel any pain. Every wound on his body was cold and numb. His mind began to become confused and the scene before him was dark and dim.

He straightened up with difficulty, staring at Eugene intently, with only one belief in his mind:
Hold on!
After trying twice, Weston finally raised the sword again with difficulty. When he saw Eugene gritting his teeth, he felt a little relieved.

With his legs clamped on the horse's belly, just as Visdon was about to launch a final charge, a trembling cry of collapse suddenly sounded from behind:

"My lord, my lord! That's enough!"

"Let's withdraw!"

……

(End of this chapter)