Chapter 112 The Battle of Eagle City (Part 2)

Like a sharp silver blade, the Knights of the Royal Capital cut into the rear of Garcia's team.

The crowd suddenly became a mess, and many people fell to the ground while fleeing in a hurry, and were trampled to death by the horses.

Occasionally, someone drew out a weapon to resist, but was pierced by a skilled knight with a spear. Leading this unstoppable torrent, the one rushing to the forefront of the sharp blade is the cold wind knight Naimen. Moore, the blue-striped cloak flying behind him is particularly eye-catching. Wherever he goes, the enemies avoid him one after another. After a round of charging, his spear tip and long sword were covered with blood.

Timothy. Wimbledon stood on a hillside far away, observing the situation on the battlefield. At this time, the tail of the 3,000-member team was no longer as neat as before. The crowd dispersed further and further, and the speed of the team almost stagnated.

They won't last long, Timothy thought to himself, the Third Sister's team will collapse after another two rounds, these people have no way to withstand the impact of the elite knights of Graycastle, most of them don't even have armor, as long as they are hit by a sword, It will completely lose its fighting power.

As he expected, it took an extra hour to circle around Eagle City, climb over a mountain pass, and pass through a sparse forest before the Knights returned to the avenue. Then he ordered the whole team to speed up, and finally caught up with Garcia's large army at noon.

According to what the duke taught him, Timothy divided the knights into three groups, each with about 300 people, and took turns covering the enemy's rear. In this way, horsepower can be conserved, and reinforcements can be mobilized in case of emergency. In order to avoid being surrounded, the knights don't have to rush into the crowd, they only need to approach the team from the side, speed up and dash, cut off a small section of tail and eat it, causing dozens of opponents to lose each time.

This tactic obviously worked. After a few rounds, the enemy killed and injured more than a hundred people, but they were powerless to fight back. They also want to organize cavalry to counterattack, but the gap in equipment and training is too great. Compared with the Royal Knights, the improvised cavalry is just a group of infantry on horseback. In a face-to-face encounter, those "cavalrymen" who were brave enough to go into battle were killed and fled in all directions.

This kind of unilateral massacre had a great impact on morale, and Timothy noticed that some people in Garcia's team had started to break away from the formation and fled in other directions.

Time to go on the offensive, he thought. When Howling Knight led the team back, he did not order the next round of attack, but returned to the Knights from the hillside.

"Your Majesty, they are about to be washed away," Naimen wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the blood stains in his palms left a few marks on his face - it was the blood of the enemy, and he was still unscathed in the battle .

Timothy took out his handkerchief and handed it to him, "Well done, take a short rest, and we will give the enemy the final blow."

Seeing that the next round of tail-docking impact did not come, Garcia's men also realized that the time for a decisive battle was coming. The huge team stopped advancing completely, and slowly gathered until they huddled together. People on the outermost layer raised their wooden guns one after another.

Timothy snorted, this was just a dying struggle. Without repelling horses, without armor, relying on flesh and blood alone to block the impact of the Knights of the Royal Capital, it can only end in disastrous defeat. Regardless of whether Sanmei is still in the team at this time, the ending cannot be changed. Maybe she had already changed her clothes and left, leaving this group of people to buy time for herself.

But he soon discovered that he was wrong.

The flag of the Queen of Clear Water was raised again in the crowd, and the green pennant fluttered in the wind, and the patterns of sailboats and crowns made Timothy frowned. He raised his binoculars and looked at the enemy formation. A vague figure of a woman was seen standing on the "human platform" set up by several warriors, with her hands raised high, as if she was yelling something. He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but the fluttering gray hair revealed her identity.

Garcia. Wimbledon, she didn't run away.

Timothy took a deep breath, good, in this way, the farce will end here early. He didn't have to go to Clear Water Port again.

After the horses had rested enough, the new king gave the order for the whole army to attack.

More than 800 cavalry composed of knights and retinues, led by the Knights of the Royal Capital, charged the enemy. And the tip of the sword of the Knights is still the Howling Knight-Namen. Moore.

Just as the knights were about to enter the enemy's formation, a large number of people and horses suddenly appeared on the horizon on the east and west sides. They let out strange screams, and rushed all the way to the center of the battlefield.

Timothy's eyes widened in disbelief, who are these people?

There is no flag, no family crest, and the troops that suddenly appear are different from any side in the kingdom. Under the lookout, most of them don't even have armor, and they have a variety of weapons. However, in Timothy's perception, there was only one type of person with that tall and strong figure and weird face.

The sand people in the extreme south!

He no longer needed to guess whether the other party was an enemy or a friend. There was no doubt that Garcia and the sand people must have reached some kind of deal, allowing this group of damned aliens to intervene in the royal power of Graycastle. Thinking of this, Timothy was furious, and he turned his head and shouted loudly: "Sound the horn, call the knights back!"

But it was too late at this time, and the army charging at high speed couldn't easily turn around. The knights plunged into Garcia's formation, and stabbed straight at the Queen of Clear Water like a hot knife cutting butter.

Timothy looked eagerly at the flag standing against the wind, hoping that it would snap off—the number of sand people attacking from both sides was about a thousand, so Garcia’s army expanded to 5,000, which is no longer enough. I can eat it myself. Moreover, Shamin's personal force is strong, and he will pose a great threat to the Knights after falling into close combat. If he could kill the enemy leader at this time, cut off the flagpole, and crush Garcia's militia, he still had a slight chance of winning.

However, the flagpole shook and still stood in the formation.

The Sand People completed the encirclement and followed the passage opened by the Knights to join the battle.

Without this group of reinforcements, Garcia's three thousand desperadoes should have been dispersed long ago, but at this moment, they are still persisting, like a swamp, dragging the knights into it little by little.

The retreat horn resounded across the battlefield, and knights rushed out one after another to approach Timothy, but many people were still trapped in the enemy's position, including Howling Knight.

He was entangled by a nine-foot-tall alien warrior, and he was out of breath. The huge wooden stick swung by the other party created a small blank space around the two of them. Naimen's mount had already been smashed to death. He dodged left and right with his extraordinary reflexes and agility, but the thick armor quickly consumed all his strength. Little energy left. Finally, when he dodged sideways, he lost his footing and was hit in the chest by the swept wooden club. The force caused the armor to sink into the body, and the stick broke in two.

The blue cloak fell slowly and disappeared into the crowd.

Half an hour later, there were fewer and fewer knights still fighting. When the sandmen turned their attention to Timothy's position, he gritted his teeth and gave the order to evacuate. A group of people began to retreat to the north. Compared with the huge team at that time, there were only 300 people left around the new king. To be continued.