Pendor Empire In Other Worlds

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The horns of the Principality Army had been stopped for a long time, and members of the flag guard had filled the battlefield as a supervising team.

But the screams of the barbarians were mostly weak, and could no longer create psychological pressure on the soldiers.

Although the nerves of the Principality Army have been strained to the limit now.

Oya really didn't expect that the number of Principality's troops would be so much less than that of his own army, and it would last so long.

Long is about to wipe out the courage of the barbarian army.

Up to now, the number of dead savages is close to four thousand.

The corpses of the dead and wounded were piled on the field, and the mud mixed with a lot of blood became muddy, which greatly increased the difficulty of the barbarian's attack.

Even the barbarians who are known for their ferocity and cruelty were shaken severely in the face of such a tragic scene that had never been seen before.

The smell of blood they once loved the most in the air at this moment made them feel nauseous and vomiting, and the intensity of the chaotic weapon waving in the hand was getting lower and lower.

This is not the result Oya wanted.

In his imagination, his army should be the same as the Principality Army 20 years ago, relying on superior forces to fight a small number of enemies and flee.

In fact, if he did not adopt the tactic of closing and encircling, the result he envisioned is not impossible to achieve.

But now, the Principality Army, who has lost the opportunity to escape and has no possibility of surrendering, can only hold up the courage to fight.

But Oya did not have the combat wisdom accumulated over time. What he saw was the appearance that instead of defeating the enemy, his army was about to be overwhelmed by the enemy.

This made him feel familiar fear and anger again.

He didn't want to wait any longer, the thousands of barbarian warriors gathered around him began to walk towards the battlefield under his order.

He firmly believes that these fighters with metal weapons can win for himself.

Unlike Oya's worries, Hollum was somewhat helpless.

As an opponent of the barbarian army, he really knows his own affairs.

Even though the barbarian's attacks were a bit declining, the principality army under his command was truly on the verge of despair.

The shield soldiers who had resisted the attack on the front line of the battlefield had been lost.

The rounded corners of the snowflake array have long been smoothed.

The regular army and the lord’s private soldiers in his hand totaled less than two hundred, and the total number of Qatari recruits and **** civilians was only more than five hundred.

Even the archers who were not good at shooting skills were filled by him, and now there are only three hundred people left.

Doing the math, the discount rate is more than half.

In this state, if it were to fight against the army of other countries, the soldiers of the Principality Army would have collapsed long ago.

The reason why it can still be supported now is only the resistance of the soldiers themselves to death.

But Hollum suspected that as long as the barbarian's offensive slowed down, the morale that had been boosted might immediately collapse.

When the time comes, even if the barbarians retreat temporarily, but with so much force support, the subsequent counterattack can no longer be blocked.

So, if the Principality's army can hold on for so long, the barbarians have half the credit.

Therefore, when he saw the barbarians have new troops joining the battlefield, the despair in his heart can be imagined.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly shouted hoarsely, "Assemble cavalry."

The shouts that spread throughout the army refreshed the soldiers.

The knights of the Principality who had dispersed to command the soldiers turned their heads to look at the commander in chief, then handed over the command to their deputy, quickly gathered around Hollum, and arranged their weapons with the help of the rebels.

Hollum turned his head to look at Willier, hesitated for a moment, and said again.

"His Royal Highness, next I will order the cavalry to attack. Then you will rush out with them, and then leave the battlefield by yourself and head to Nuremberg.

These barbarians will never be able to break the noble castle, you are there waiting for the arrival of reinforcements. "

Willier looked straight at his nominal lieutenant, and did not agree to his plan.

After witnessing the tragic fight, the young man who set foot on the battlefield gradually forgot the initial tension and fear.

He asked with a calm he had never thought of, "What about the other knights and soldiers still fighting?"

Hollum did not expect him to ask such a question, but he did not deceive him either.

"The soldiers are still fighting, and the knights cannot leave the battlefield. After the horses are exhausted, they will return here to continue fighting. Judging from the attitude of these barbarians, it is estimated that we will all die in battle."

"But, after the nobles leave the battlefield, can the soldiers still maintain the will to fight? They think we nobles have abandoned them."

"You are right, Your Highness, so I will stay here until I die in battle."

Hollum's solemn eyes told Willier how serious his decision was.

Willier took a deep look at Hollum, took a long breath, and said categorically.

"Sorry, Lieutenant Hollum, I am the real commander. Only if I stay here can the soldiers have the courage to continue fighting. Now, I order you to lead the cavalry to attack. After the attack is over, the cavalry can leave the battlefield by themselves."

"His Royal Highness, this is not a time for willfulness," Hollum rebuked in a bit angrily.

"I know," Willier raised his tone, "but I am a member of the nobleman, and I have the responsibility that the nobleman must shoulder. Viscount Hollum, you used to be my swordsman teacher, you and your father taught What is my noble honor."

"Until my soldiers surrender or die in battle, I cannot and will never escape alone."

Hollum's words to dissuade were blocked in his throat. He turned his head and looked at the barbarian who was advancing under the mountain, turning his head back with a calm expression.

"Willier, you are starting to resemble your father, a true nobleman."

Then he turned his head to look at the Viscount Husey, "Your Excellency Husey, please command the archers to open the way for the cavalry to charge."

"I understand," said Viscount Husey, staring at him, solemnly.

Willier alone cannot convince the soldiers, he must stay here and give up the opportunity to escape.

Hollum nodded, and after giving the command to "mount the cavalry" again, with more than 20 knights and a similar number of retinues, he started to run slowly around the inner circle of the narrow line.

Seeing Willier, who took over the command, commanded the battle jerkily, Husey silently retracted his previous evaluation and turned to command the remaining shooters.

In fact, after nearly two hours of shooting ~www.readwn.com~, not only the physical energy of the shooter himself is almost exhausted, but there are only a dozen arrows left per person.

But these arrows can still play a huge role.

"Archers line up."

The archers resting on the spot jumped up quickly and re-arranged into three linear arrays.

"The target is south, shoot fast."

The archers who heard the order were stunned, then drew out feather arrows to shoot with their bows, and then quickly changed to the next feather arrow.

Keeping the bow like this puts a great burden on the archer. Before twisting the beginning, the corner of the offseason's eyes saw the shooter's knuckles mixed with shattered gloves flying out, and the sound of bowstring breaking was heard one after another.

Even though the uneven arrows no longer had the shock of a salvo, the thousands of them that fell quickly still made the barbarians who had already experienced its power fled in panic.

At this time, the cavalry who had gradually raised their speed also rushed out of the gap opened by the infantry.