He underestimated the power of science in warfare... It pierced through instantly! As easily as skewering meat! The first row that collided didn't shatter as expected; instead, the Knights suffered greatly due to a sudden miscalculation in their minds.
Why?! Madesia roared in his heart, but he had no time. He had to carve a path for his subordinates, because in an instant after the first collision, over a dozen of his cavalry had already been killed, and others were advancing, one after another, into the deadly spear forest.
He wanted to kill these rows of spearmen, and then let his subordinates charge in and unleash a slaughter.
Despicable!
Waving his Knight's Sword with his left hand, he cut down several crossbow bolts shot at him. The long spear in his right hand remained tucked, and there were already three spearmen impaled on the Knight's spear.
Even so, he was still able to thrust the Knight's spear forward again, killing more!
And these despicable fellows actually used crossbow bolts!
They actually used crossbow bolts! Did they have no chivalry at all?! An enraged Madesia suddenly gave a bitter smile: That's right, all the Knights in this territory had already gone to war, and these were just opportunists!
Facing the opponent's crossbow bolts, he was about to charge his horse, but a volley of precisely aimed crossbow bolts forced him to abandon his Knight's spear and raise the Knight's Shield on his horse to block his front.
In an instant.
The Knight's Shield was pierced through, and looking from behind the shield, it was covered in dense arrowheads.
The crossbow bolts' shafts trembled slightly on the shield, startling Madesia. This power... was no ordinary crossbow bolt!
"Damn it!" Just as he was about to charge his horse forward, taking advantage of the time before they could re-string their crossbows, a figure suddenly appeared before him.
"Buzz!" A huge muffled sound erupted where the two met. The symphony of Claymore and shield suddenly rang out at this moment. Like a berserker, he, with only the combat power of an infantryman, was able to fight a titled Knight to a standstill. Wielding his Claymore, his muscles bulged, his veins swelled, and he pressed his Claymore onto the shield, which was covered in arrow shafts, constantly exerting force, as if to press Madesia, horse and all, to the ground.
He was Borde Winton, the only Gaul among all the pardoned slaves to be assigned to Kayal's personal guard. To be precise, he was a half-blood of Gaul and Viking, but even so, Kayal still treated him equally. Born with immense strength, he possessed a specially made Claymore and was one of Kayal's trump cards.
Even within the Gaul ranks, his natural immense strength made him an anomaly. Called "half-breed" and "monster" since childhood due to his mixed heritage and natural strength, he found salvation with Kayal. When Kayal smiled, half-crouched, extended his hand to him, and his gentle voice sounded in his ear: "You are free, Borde. Are you interested in becoming my personal guard? I happen to need a sturdy and strong fellow like you," he had already decided that even if he died, he would stand in front of Lord Kai and be the first to fall.
He was now thirty years old, with a beautiful wife and a lovely three-year-old half-blood child. With his citizen title, even if his child was a half-blood, he would not be scorned by others; instead, his citizenship made others envious and jealous.
He had no other desires, so let him die on the battlefield!
He remembered the order given just now and firmly entangled this supposedly invincible titled Knight.
"Borde, don't let him kill anymore... Don't let him move!"
"Yes!"
"So... for Lord Kai, you absolutely cannot move."
Bald-headed, he had nothing but his Claymore and was only covered by a linen cloth.
"Damn it... what monstrous strength..." Even his beloved horse couldn't withstand this power and was being pressed down layer by layer. Its unyielding legs also began to slightly bend to absorb the force.
"Move! Antuo Tuo!" Clamping his beloved horse with his legs, Madesia anxiously called out.
"I will never let you move!" Grinning savagely, even Borde couldn't help but feel a little smug. A titled Knight wasn't so impressive after all!
"Damn it!" The battlefield was constantly changing. In the brief moment they were deadlocked, the entire battlefield had already shifted.
"Calculated." Kayal's eldest disciple, Agons, came to Kayal and said.
"Elevation 25°, half-draw!" Kayal took the parchment and shouted.
The six rows of archers behind him immediately showed eager expressions. They were also spearmen, but they possessed a talent that the front-row spearmen did not: they could calculate and act according to Kayal's orders.
Elevation, indirect fire, using centrifugal force for curved attacks, but aside from area-of-effect attacks, their precision was terrible, and they could even accidentally injure their own side.
But with precise calculations, it might be possible to achieve... precise killing with elevated shots!
"What is this!!!!" A sky-darkening rain of arrows instantly covered the Knights on the second and third horse-lengths.
At such close range, coupled with the strong gravitational field, these two rows immediately became a death zone. Over fifty Knights turned into pincushions, falling from their horses and being trampled into canned meat by their companions.
Even the following Knights, with tears in their eyes, trampled their companions and then gritted their teeth as they charged towards the spear wall.
Facing death.
At least four hundred spears had broken, but at the same time, this also included one hundred and fifty of the enemy. Now, there were only the last three rows of spears left.
"Kill!" Even the Knights were seeing red. Their comrades' casualties were too heavy, and their leader was deep within the enemy formation. They had to charge in and break through this formation!
"Divided?" As they were reorganizing their formation, they suddenly watched as the square formation seemed to melt, retreating backward, finally revealing the central formation.
"Do they think arrows can threaten us!" The Knights sneered. Their speed was very fast; they could reach their front in a single breath. Did they think a single arrow could kill three hundred Sir Knights!
Don't joke with us!
There's a limit to underestimating people!
The Knights sneered, roared, and charged towards the square formation holding crossbows level.
Then came the rain of death.
One thousand, two thousand, or more?
One row of five hundred men, armed with six-shot crossbows. In just six seconds, the path of death unfolded...