Half a mile east of the broken bridge, a cavalry team of a hundred people was galloping on horseback. The leaders were Jafar and Red, the deputy commander of the cavalry command of the Welsh Army.

The more than one hundred cavalrymen behind them all changed their horses two miles away from the bridge. The more than one hundred horses that had run for three miles had been left behind. At this time, the horses under them had been fully rested and their physical strength was exactly

Strong.

After the second thunder-like muffled sound, they began to drive along the river bank towards the wooden bridge. After walking quickly to a distance of one mile, Jafar ordered the horse to charge.

The Wells Army was dominated by light cavalry. Although its charging ability was not nearly as good as that of the heavy cavalry, it was superior in its flexibility, lightness, long range and extremely fast speed.

It has many advantages in this unexpected long-distance attack.

When the distance was close to 500 steps, Jafar and Red began to split up, with half of the cavalry behind each.

Jafar raised his riding bow, and the fifty cavalrymen behind him immediately controlled their horses, turned around, took out a throwing spear from the rear pommel, and held it in their hands; the spear in Red's right hand began to tilt forward slightly, and the cavalrymen behind him

He also started to ride his spear diagonally...

On the other side of the wooden bridge, at the south end, the Lombard baggage guard had been in chaos for a while.

At first it was fright, then curiosity, and finally fear.

The fat knight had already ascended to the sky amidst the loud bangs moments ago. The South Bridge lost its command and backbone. Five huge thunder blasts frightened all the escorting soldiers. They had never seen such a terrifying and terrifying scene.

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The scene of the wooden bridge just now gave them a sense of deja vu.

The few soldiers who had already collapsed began to break up, and many people instinctively wanted to escape from the wooden bridge and hide in all directions. Some soldiers even plunged in regardless of the depth of the river and tried to swim to the other side of the river, but in the autumn,

The water in the river was cold, and the soldiers were wearing heavy cotton armor and other armors. Several guys who were not familiar with water did not float again when they went down.

Among the soldiers in the rear formation, there were a few slightly calmer officers. They were frightened after witnessing the tragic situation on the wooden bridge just now, but they were not completely panicked. After detecting five thunder explosions, they were in the direction of the gentle hill in the south.

No ambush appeared, and instead they shouted at the soldiers staying at the south end to form formations and stop running around.

At this time, the broken bridge river was already filled with broken carriages, blown corpses and a small number of people, horses and livestock still struggling desperately.

The army on the other side also panicked, but they had already crossed the river, and most of them were cavalry and elite infantry. With the red-haired Baron personally on command, the team had not collapsed yet.

After a brief panic, the red-haired baron ignored the continuous buzzing in his ears, pulled out the sword from his waist and loudly ordered his soldiers not to disorderly form, then rode his horse back to the collapsed wooden bridge head, facing the south of the bridge.

Shout loudly.

At this time, the other side was still in chaos, with men and horses neighing and shouting loudly. Although they were only a few dozen steps away, his words could not be heard on the south side.

But you can see it even though you can't hear it. Several Lombardy officers who stayed on the south bank saw the red-haired baron standing on the north bank. They suddenly felt confident. An older-looking officer summoned two other officers to suppress the team.

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The scattered escort soldiers slowly returned to their camp. Seeing the team on the south bank gradually gathering, a few Lombard cavalry who had been scattered to the east to take charge of the guard ran wildly and quickly crossed the infantry fan formation at the head of the bridge on the south bank.

He galloped towards the west.

"Enemy Cavalry! Enemy Cavalry!!" The last Lombard cavalryman standing in front of the bridge formation shouted loudly, but the horse underneath him fled towards the west without slowing down at all.

The flight of these cavalrymen immediately took away the remaining cavalrymen on the south bank and dispersed them together.

The infantry, who were still undecided, did not have the high-angle and long-range vision of the cavalry. They stepped up and looked eastward and found no trace of the cavalry.

The elderly officer who had just suppressed and commanded the infantry team jumped up and looked east for a few times, but saw nothing, so he moved a few steps back and jumped onto the fence at the head of the destroyed wooden bridge.

Seeing this, the older officer couldn't help but take a breath.

A group of galloping spears rushed towards the bridge head against the horizon of the wasteland like a flood.

The elderly officer's legs weakened and he fell down the railing. He was held up by a soldier to prevent him from falling.

"The enemy is riding, the enemy is attacking. Go east to meet us. Hurry and go east to meet them." The older officer gave the order in a trembling voice.

The soldiers, who had just been stabilized by a few small officers, heard rumbling sounds coming from the east. The infantry's natural fear of the cavalry made their hands holding short spears and swords begin to tremble.

"Form up, form up, spearmen come forward, fill in the gaps at short range, don't panic, form into formation to save your life, form into formation to save your life." After all, the older officer had some battlefield experience. In such an extremely critical situation, the only way to save his life was to form a formation.

They formed a dense formation of spears, preventing the enemy's cavalry from attacking easily.

The word "save life" in the mouth of the elderly officer instantly captured the hearts of the Lombard soldiers on the south bank. They were all infantrymen in the regular army. Although many of them were young civilians who were temporarily captured, most of the soldiers were

They are soldiers with some combat experience. They know that in such open terrain, the only result of leaving your back to the enemy cavalry is that your vest will be penetrated by the spear.

With the direction of action, more than fifty Lombard infantry armed with long and short iron spears began to deploy outside the formation. They leaned the spear shafts in the soil, stepped on the bottom of the spear shafts with the front bow of their right legs, and tilted the spear tips upwards.

, aim at the surroundings.

The Lombard infantry at the bridgehead on the south bank had an advantage. Behind them was the river. At least they only needed to guard against three directions, the most important being the east side where the enemy cavalry was charging.

The rumble of iron hoofs on the ground was getting closer and closer, and the vibration and muffled sound of hundreds of war horses on the ground were shocking enough. The pupils of a Lombard soldier on the outermost edge of the east, a spearman, gradually dilated, his black lips trembled slightly, and the long spear in his hand

The spear shaft also swayed.

One hundred and fifteen steps east of the spear formation, Jafar, who clearly saw the enemy's spear formation, shouted something to Red, and then led the fifty cavalry behind him and began to accelerate their horses.

When they rushed into the distance of fifty steps, Jafar's team of cavalry armed with spears had already arrived more than twenty steps in front of Red's team of cavalry.

Fifty steps is just a momentary event for the light cavalry who are approaching the speed limit of their horses.

The riding bow in Jafar's hand has been drawn. His equestrian skills are the best in the Welsh army. He can shoot the enemy with his bow and arrow while the horse is galloping. Most of the cavalry behind Jafar obviously do not have this extraordinary ability.

However, they were holding the reins to control the horses with one hand, raising the spears with the other hand and starting to lean back.

This is a common tactic used by the light cavalry of the Welsh Legion. When facing the enemy forming a formation to protect themselves or forming a dense formation, the light cavalry will throw a round of spear throwing before charging with the spear.

This kind of throwing spear is only seven feet long, the spear shaft is thinner than a short spear, and the spear head has an iron tip made of thick iron. It is an absolutely cheap weapon.

However, when this kind of cheap throwing spear is thrown at the enemy formation under the inertia of the galloping horses, its penetrating power is also very huge. If the angle is right, ordinary iron armor can easily penetrate it.

The fifty cavalrymen behind Jafar had this kind of projectile weapon in their hands.

Jafar ignored the sporadic arrows fired from the enemy formation, and used his legs to slightly adjust the direction of the charge of the war horse, trying his best to let the war horse gallop past the outer edge of the enemy's spear formation, as did the cavalry behind him.

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A moment later, Jafar was already less than ten steps diagonally in front of the enemy formation.

Pulling the round bow, a heavy arrow shot out of the bow and flew straight to the enemy spearman wearing half chain mail diagonally in front of him. The momentum of the diamond-headed heavy arrow itself was superimposed on the galloping horse.

With such speed, he easily opened the rivets of the mail, penetrated the cotton armor, and nailed into the flesh and bone.

The spearman staggered and was overturned.

Almost at the moment when the heavy arrow penetrated the flesh, dozens of spears flew up one after another, and penetrated into the Lombards' dense spear array with overwhelming force. The Lombards' formation was too dense, and it was difficult for the spears to miss.

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When Jafar and his cavalry finished throwing their spears diagonally and rushed to the west in an arc against the enemy's spear formation, more than a dozen spearmen in the front row had already fallen and were hit by iron spears behind the formation.

There were more, and a gap immediately appeared in the dense fan-shaped spear line just now.

Before the Lombard infantry rear formation on the south bank had time to fill the hole, another wave of cavalry spears led by Red immediately rushed into the gap opened by Jafar and the others. The long cavalry spears, carrying the momentum of the war horses, struck

Entering the heart of the Lombard infantry formation...

Red's charge had almost pierced the heart of the enemy infantry, but since there was a river behind the enemy, he could not directly penetrate it, so he immediately led his cavalry to turn to the west and break away from the chaotic Lombard army.

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Red had just broken away from contact, and the spear-throwing cavalry who had been following the line in the west area had already turned back. This time, they were replaced with long-handled heavy hammers, long-handled iron flails and other heavy-hitting weapons. They continued to charge at the horses and smashed into the already loosened weapons.

Lombard infantry.

The infantry howling, running away, jumping into the river, the cavalry crossing, chasing, hacking...

In front of the cavalry, the infantry without an absolute numerical advantage will always be the side that is passively beaten.

The tragic scene on the south bank of the broken bridge was seen by the red-haired baron and all the Lombard soldiers on the north bank. But at this time, the short distance of sixty or seventy steps became an insurmountable gap. Some soldiers on the north bank who could not sit back and watch their comrades on the other bank go through hell began to

They snatched crossbows from the baggage trains crossing the river and wanted to shoot the enemy cavalry on the other side, but the melee on the other side prevented them from releasing their open bowstrings.

The red-haired baron knew that the soldiers on the other side were already dead, just like the soldiers and baggage who had been thrown directly into purgatory on the wooden bridge. He could not save them at all.

"Form up your team immediately and march quickly." The red-haired baron gave the order to the messengers around him.

"Sir, the other side~" The messenger hesitated for a moment and did not continue. He also knew that the people on the north bank would never be able to save the brothers on the south bank. Now they still have two-thirds of the baggage and most of the cavalry. The most important thing right now is to quickly send them to the other side.

The baggage was delivered to the military camp in front of Santia City.

The orderly soldier turned around with red eyes and began to deliver orders loudly.

The red-haired baron then turned to face the three personal guards who were following him, "You three, each choose a cavalry, divide into three groups and run towards Santia City from three different directions to ask for help from our army.

Let them immediately send their elite cavalry to meet us."

"The group that attracts reinforcements first will receive five bounty coins!" the red-haired baron added.

The three soldiers responded to the order, jumped on their horses, and ran towards the cavalry team.

The red-haired baron glanced at the other side again. The fighting was coming to an end, and the seventy or eighty infantrymen were almost gone.

With a lump in his throat, he jumped on his horse and urged the baggage team to move forward quickly...

To the south of the broken bridge, at the top of the gentle hill.

Angus saw the heraldic flag and the relatively large baggage train that continued to move north. He spat out the chewed branches in his mouth, turned his horse's head, "Let's go, it's time to go to the next battlefield."
Chapter completed!