Throne of the North.

Chapter 79: The Cavalry's Destruction

Among the fifty cavalrymen, at least fifteen had their horses pierced by spears and smashed to the ground by the huge impact force. But even so, there were only seven or eight serf soldiers around who dared to rush forward to finish them off.

This resulted in only five knights dying at that moment. With the strong physique brought by the breathing technique, they adapted to the dizziness of falling to the ground suddenly. Even though they were lying on the ground in pain, the knights' swords in their hands cut off the legs of the serfs who surrounded them.

"what!!!!"

There were wails on the ground one after another, including the pain of war horses, the roars of knights, and more importantly, the fear of the serfs who had lost their limbs.

Time on the battlefield changed rapidly. The cavalrymen who were knocked off their horses were besieged by many serf soldiers. Other cavalrymen in the rear who reacted rushed over to rescue their companions.

At this moment, on the side of the battlefield, Brand led hundreds of majestic cavalrymen and rushed into the battlefield of the serf soldiers. The knights' lances, accompanied by the charge of the war horses, almost strung the serfs together. Many knights did not have enough strength to throw them away, so they could only drop their lances and draw their swords to start swinging.

But for Brand, who was at the front, the war made his blood boil. The shadow of a stag was looming, and his fighting spirit was overwhelming. He roared, and the three-meter-long knight's spear in his hand was raised. The three or five soldiers pierced by the spear were shaken by the terrible force and torn into pieces. The bloody flesh and blood scattered everywhere, making the already terrified infantry around him almost insane.

"charge!"

To catch a thief, one must first catch the leader. In such a war, Brand led hundreds of cavalrymen and rushed towards Baron Roche. Looking at the cavalry rushing towards him with great force, Baron Roche was extremely horrified and screamed in fear.

"Quick, stop them, stop them!"

"If you can't stop it, all of you will die. Stop it!"

Faced with the appearance of the cavalry, the part-time trained soldiers under Baron Roche kept their steps relatively steady. They did not flee in all directions like the serf soldiers. They raised their spears, but they underestimated Brand's strength.

Brand, who was at the peak of the Bronze Knight level, was probably as strong as a weaker Silver Knight. What made these soldiers even more desperate was that the knight's lance in the opponent's hand swept across at the most critical moment, directly throwing their weapons aside, and then the charging warhorse crashed into their chests with a force of thousands of pounds.

The bones caved in at this moment, and the soldiers flying into the air knocked down more soldiers. When those soldiers wanted to get up, what appeared in front of them was a large shadow and the iron hooves of war horses.

Rumble!
The charge of the Knights' Legion was so devastating, and on the battlefield of cold weapons, this was the most unstoppable force.

In the rear, Baron Roche's cavalry also rushed back at this time. Between saving their cavalry companions and their own baron, they chose the latter.

"Don't be in love with war!"

Brand roared, and then the entire cavalry army split into two in tacit understanding and retreated in the east and west directions of the battlefield.

When their tail also rushed out from the crowd of infantry, Baron Roche's cavalry finally arrived. However, before the people and horses could catch their breath, the leading knight screamed in terror.

"Don't stop! Get out!"

However, it was too late. Facing the infantry phalanx in their own camp, the cavalry had inevitably chosen to slow down. By the time they heard the leader's voice, they could already hear the roar of the horses' iron hooves trampling the ground.

They were very familiar with this sound. They had run like this many times before. It was the sound of the horses running at full speed without holding back any strength. Every time their huge weight trampled on the ground, it would leave a hoof print that could stand up a wooden pole. They turned their heads and saw cavalry charging towards them. There were fifty cavalrymen on each side of the east and west, surrounding them and the surrounding infantry.

At this moment, the infantry were everywhere, and these cavalrymen who had stopped were unable to pick up speed again. They returned to save their noble lords, but they also put their own army into a desperate situation.

At this moment, Brand's target changed from Baron Roche to these cavalrymen and the infantrymen who were thrown into disarray around them.

The strong wind was whistling in their ears, but the burning blood was resonating in every knight's body. When they rushed towards the enemies in front of them again after more than ten seconds, the sharpness of the knights' swords instantly cut off the heads of those knights who were as tall as them but not as fast as them.

"kill!"

Two cavalry teams of forty to fifty men divided the huge battlefield into three parts and charged forward with all their might without stopping. Only when the sound of the horses' hooves faded away did the surviving soldiers come to their senses.

A strong sense of fear surged in their hearts, and these soldiers no longer cared about the whistling and roaring around them. Or rather, in such chaos and fear, they could not hear the orders at all, and began to run towards a place they thought was safe.

Brandler in the distance turned his horse's head, with no intention of expanding his victory, but looked at the noble baron.

Without rest, the warhorse's energy and blood are constantly decreasing, and he wants to take this opportunity to end the war.

"charge!"

The trampling of iron hooves on the battlefield was like the whisper of death. The terrified soldiers did not dare to stand in front of the cavalry. In fact, the calm breathing sound under the visor ended, and Brand also came in front of Baron Roche. The knight's sword in his hand fell, and the tall horse's head broke. The gushing blood fell on his cold armor and also on Baron Roche's face, which was so terrified that he fainted.

It is unknown whether Baron Roche was really unconscious or this was the standard attitude among nobles. In any case, when he woke up in Baron Hatton's castle, the baron started bargaining.

"I am willing to pay the ransom. I am willing to pay the ransom."

Looking at the stinking environment around him, Baron Roche fainted again, his entire face submerged in the dark filth.

When he woke up the second time, Baron Roche had also been cleaned up and there was not much smell on his body, but Baron Hatton, in his constant joy, still shook his hand in front of his nose without hesitation.

This put Baron Roche into great humiliation.

"Baron Hatton, you are insulting a noble noble of the Empire!"

"Baron Roche should first think about how much gold coins he plans to use to redeem his freedom. Oh, and Lord Water."

On the side, Ryan spoke calmly, causing Roach to shift his gaze from Hatton's face to Ryan.

"Lord of the Frozen Territory, Baron Ryan, everyone underestimates you."

(End of this chapter)