Chapter 153 The undercurrent is surging
The gradually brightening morning light bathed the bodies of the Ameberonian knights. Making their armor reflect a strange brilliance. They wore light helmets with full face coverings, a thin layer of plate armor and a suit of mail. The horse under its crotch has no protection, and there is no coat of arms to show off the status of the knight. Everyone held a spear with the kingdom's flag in their hand, and a cross sword at their waist. They lined up neatly and solemnly on the hillside, looking at the chaotic soldiers of the Kingdom of Malta.
The leader, General Mabulu, pointed the spear in his hand, and the horse under him immediately stood up and neighed. Bear the brunt and run away! The well-trained light cavalry immediately followed, picking up a large amount of dust on the downhill plain, and the deafening sound of horse hooves resounded throughout the world! The team immediately changed in the middle, forming a formation of three sharp awls and heading straight towards the chaotic and large-scale fleeing enemy army! Finally, the sharp spears, along with a row of spear formations, slammed into the fleeing enemy troops at an extremely fast speed!
"Ahhhhhhhh!" The soldiers in black and blue armor were knocked into the air, as easily as waving their hands to brush away the sand on the wooden board. Amidst the wailing sounds on the battlefield, the armies of Malta and Ai Xinzhe were crushed like sand by the Amebilon light cavalry! All that was left in front of him were splatters of blood and broken limbs. Infantry encountering cavalry charge on the plains are familiar terms to any mainlander. That is, massacre.
"Woooooooo!" A rapid horn sound came from the Malta base camp. Those bulldozer-like cavalry attacking coalition forces immediately found their backbone, immediately dropped their shields and weapons, took off their heavy armor, and ran towards the base camp desperately! It was the trumpet call for retreat. At this time, the enemy troops who rushed into the fortress naturally heard the horn. They turned around and saw the cavalry suddenly coming and the nightingale flag flying above the corpses of their companions. They were suddenly frightened and couldn't stand it at all. Without any hesitation, he threw down the spear and dagger in his hand, turned around and ran out of the fortress gate! Escape to your own military camp!
"Stop chasing!" Seeing the enemy troops fleeing, the Grand Duke, who was kneeling on the ground, hugged the body of Marquis de Camon and waved to stop Olina, Earl Torch and others who were trying to pursue him. But Olina, who was covered in blood and whose helmet had long disappeared, revealing her long blood-stained hair, said with an angry face: "But we have to avenge the ugliness of the Marquis! If we watch these bastards leave the fortress, we Casmi ..""shut up!"
Unexpectedly, before Olina finished speaking, the Archduke's sharp eyes and decisive roar immediately interrupted her words. Seeing that the Grand Duke looked calm and confident, Olina also turned her head without saying a word. "Why.."
Seeing Olina holding back her anger, the Grand Duke also sighed, carefully placed Carmon's body on the ground, gently moved his fingers, crossed himself on his chest and whispered: "The war must end. It's over. Olina, put Najones' body in a good place, let the priests take care of him, and put makeup on him. When the war is over, I will personally hold a funeral for him." The Archduke said these words with a calm expression. It was as if the previous grief and anger disappeared in the blink of an eye. But anyone could see the tears of sadness flashing in the Grand Duke's small eyes.
At this time, on the other side, the Amebilon Knights, with their indomitable power, chased down the enemies who kept running away. But even though they were all top knights, a large number of enemies still fled into the military camp. The hillsides and wooden towers on both sides of the military camp were quickly filled with archers. As soon as he saw the approaching Nubian knights, he immediately bent his bow and arrows, threatening these knights who had once been in glory. "Stop!"
The leading general Mabulu waved the spear in his hand. The five thousand light knights behind him immediately reined in their horses and stopped. Mabru raised his head slightly, and could see through the gap in his helmet that behind the military camp, on a high hillside, there seemed to be a pair of eyes that could not be ignored looking at him. "Hmph, terrible Philip. If I rush in, I will be brutally wiped out by you."
Mabru muttered to himself with a contemptuous smile. Because he keenly saw a huge number of spear sergeants ambushing both sides of the military camp. He didn't want his elite knights to rush into a small place and then be eliminated one by one by spearmen. So, Mabulu quietly watched the deserters in front of him fleeing into the military camp in piles. Suddenly he turned his horse's head and rushed towards the fortress with a group of knights.
Crash. The Nubian knights passed through the fortress gate where the corpses had been cleared away, and saw the lively civilians and soldiers in the fortress, carrying corpses to clean the streets. There were also many priests coming and going to pray for the soldiers who fought bravely. Grand Duke Victoria was riding a war horse, followed by several lords with tattered armor and blood all over their bodies, standing quietly at the door. Waiting for their arrival. "oh!"
Upon seeing the expressionless Grand Duke, General Mabulu immediately reined in his horse and dismounted. He came to the big stallion and knelt down on one knee, took off the helmet on his head and hugged it to his left chest, lowered his head and said: "The Grand Duke of the Principality of Kasmi, the first-class Duke of the Engelland Empire. I am Mabru, then Count Galan was ordered by the King of Nubia to bring the sword under the nightingale, and the Amebilon Knights came to help."
After hearing this, the Grand Duke also got off his horse, helped Count Maburu up in a very formulaic manner, and said: "Thank you very much for your support and the kingdom. I believe our friendship will be as eternal as the sun. Please, we will fight all the way." I'm tired. I have prepared a banquet and a dance. I will also introduce some of my lords to you." Mabru nodded and thanked the Grand Duke. After standing up, he glanced slightly at the nobles who were still sitting on their horses.
Immediately he saw Olina, who looked ugly and was wearing Aries armor. He just smiled slightly and nodded at Olina, but a look of doubt flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but turn to the Grand Duke and asked: "Excuse me, my dear Grand Duke, I heard that your country has a powerful general, whom the villagers call him in awe. Where is His Excellency the Marquis Carmont of the Lion of the Battlefield?" As soon as he finished speaking, everyone including Olina and others were slightly shocked. But the sadness in Earl Torch's eyes was very obvious. But the Grand Duke just remained silent for a while, and turned back expressionlessly: "The Marquis, he died for his country."
"Oh! I'm so sorry. May his spirit rest in peace in the arms of Enos." Mabru, who was obviously surprised, immediately bowed his head and apologized. But my heart was filled with shock at the news! The general Marquis Carmont, who supported the company's affairs, was killed in battle? Regardless of whether it is true or not, His Majesty the King must be notified of this matter as soon as possible!
So Alfred, the clone, watched the archduke rush to the castle with the knights who had returned from the charge, and held a perfunctory celebration banquet. Then, with Olina's good words, she returned to the room to let the attendants repair the armor, and then gave the painting a proper rest. Lying on the fine velvet bed, the clone in a nightgown casually treated minor wounds on his body. He stared intently at the ceiling depicting heroic deeds.
At this moment, whether it is the clone Alfred, the real body Paladin who is praying to the corpse, or the clone Donald who is rushing towards the Kingdom of Malta with the nobles and knights. They all know that this war, which has lasted less than a month, will come to an end prematurely. and. . . . . . Donald, who was running wildly, clearly felt the colder air and the almost missing animals. This sign. . Will even the aloof Enos want to stop this sudden war?