Gregor charged out, and a troop of cavalry was roaring in.
Both sides were moving very fast.
When the cavalry realized something was wrong, they were horrified to find that the cavalry squad leader in front had already been cut in two by Gregor's greatsword.
A slanted sword strike!
Half of his shoulder flew off, carrying a severed head, and blood splattered like raindrops.
The other half of his body was still on horseback, passing by Gregor's warhorse.
With just this one sword strike, the other fourteen riders were terrified and their souls were shattered.
However, the horses were charging at too fast, and it was impossible to turn them around in time. The two cavalrymen following behind could only barely manage to rush past at an angle.
Gregor spurred his horse forward, sweeping his sword horizontally with his right hand.
A cavalryman was cut in half at the waist.
Before the cavalry squad leader's body, which had been airborne, had fallen, the upper body of the second body flew backward.
The stench of blood instantly filled the air.
A long spear thrust fiercely at Gregor's face from the left, aimed at the cavalry charging towards him from the left with no way to turn back.
Gregor grasped the lance with his left hand and gave it a gentle pull. The cavalryman on horseback was thrown from his saddle by the force, and the lance slipped from his grasp. Gregor then thrust the lance downwards with his left hand, the shaft embedding itself in the cavalryman's armor and pinning him to the ground.
The cavalryman following closely behind turned his horse and charged past Gregor, circling his warhorse and fleeing northwards, not daring to turn back.
Gregor drew his lance with his left hand and threw it with a flick of his wrist. The lance flew like an arrow and struck the cavalryman squarely in the back.
It goes through the back and protrudes from the front.
The spear, carrying the corpse, flew over the horse's head and forward.
The power of a single throw is terrifying.
The remaining cavalrymen forcibly reined in their horses, turning them around. Several riders pulled too hard, causing their horses to rear up and throw their riders to the ground. In an instant, the formation was blocked, and chaos ensued.
Gregor kicked his warhorse hard, and the horse charged forward with a roar.
Faced with Gregor's charging speed, even turning his horse around halfway felt like an eternity.
boom!
Gregor's warhorse crashed into the chaotic enemy cavalry.
The giant sword slashed vertically and swept horizontally, sending limbs flying. Several cavalrymen and their horses were cleaved in two.
With his one-handed greatsword, he swept it horizontally, and with the angle of Gregor's arm and body, the attack range was even farther than that of a spear.
After Sweetmouth Raff and his men completed their encirclement, the enemy only had three riders left.
Gregor blocked one side, and Sweetmouth Ralph and his men charged forward and engaged in battle, instantly killing three riders.
Julie and Thomas Mann caught up, but the battle was already over.
"Fan formation!" Gregor shouted.
Thus, with Gregor's blade as the apex, a fan-shaped cavalry formation was formed behind him.
A fan-shaped formation is suitable for encirclement and hunting, while a cone-shaped formation is suitable for charging.
The cavalrymen who went to attack the other side of Crigamburg did not encounter any enemies rushing out of the rooms in a panic.
The back door of Fort Criggan was closed.
They were waiting here for the people inside to open the door and escape, so they could chase them in.
The sounds of fighting on the other side were unusual, with the incessant roar of warhorses filling them with suspicion and uncertainty.
The experienced cavalrymen left four horses and four swords to guard the back gate, while the rest of the cavalrymen, led by their squad leaders, went to inspect the outer wall of the stone fortress.
The stone fort itself is not large, but the courtyard of Criggan Fort is very spacious, with stone walls blocking the view.
Suddenly, a rider emerged from the corner of the castle wall. His figure was enormous, towering like a mountain, and he was none other than the fearsome Demon Mountain.
The cavalrymen were momentarily stunned.
Before its master could give the order, the warhorse beneath Demon Mountain had already galloped off.
The two sides were too close.
Before the squad leader could even draw his sword, Demon Mountain's sword had already come crashing down on his head.
A sword sliced through the top of his head, splitting him in two.
The helmet and armor looked like they were made of scraps of paper.
This scene was too bloody and happened too fast.
boom!
The remaining ten riders scattered like flies, turning their horses around and fleeing for their lives.
No one had the heart to draw their sword and fight Gregor.
They were terrified!
Gregor's longsword slashed horizontally like a broadsword. The two cavalrymen at the front had only turned halfway around their horses and their bodies halfway around, and they didn't even have time to escape before their bodies were cut in two.
Killing people is as easy as chopping melons and cutting vegetables.
The few riders on the outermost edge turned their horses around and fled diagonally, only to find that enemies were everywhere in front of them.
Sweet-talking Ralph, Notebook, Executioner Dunsen, Pollifer, Julie, and Thomas Mann, along with the cook and servants, are arranged in a fan shape, like a net, at the front.
Julie and Thomas Mann followed not far behind Gregor, near the wall.
Deng Sen shouted and charged forward. He wielded his longsword with the agility of a flower.
A cavalryman charged forward.
These cavalrymen who came to raid Crigamburg were indeed all mercenaries.
The mercenaries' armor and helmets were quite different from those of the Sharlott family cavalry.
Many mercenaries wear leather armor, not steel armor. For them, spending money on drinking and visiting brothels is part of their heroic nature.
The mercenary's sword pierced Deng Sen's round shield, while Deng Sen's longsword slashed diagonally into the man's neck.
A neck without neck armor is very vulnerable.
The mercenary fell off his horse without letting out a scream.
The outermost rider, Sweetmouth Raff, was a skilled horseman and had already pinned down the outer edge of the fleeing cavalry, beginning to close the gap.
A fan-shaped formation can easily outmaneuver and trap the enemy, then press them towards the center.
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This cavalry unit emerged from the stone wall, already at a geographical disadvantage.
Meanwhile, Gregor swiftly killed two of the four cavalrymen near the wall, and the last two escaped along the stone wall. Gregor gave chase and struck one of the lagging cavalrymen in the back with his sword.
As the cavalryman was thrown from his horse, Gregor saw four cavalrymen guarding the back gate.
He kicked his warhorse, which surged forward and caught up with the man who was desperately calling for help from the four cavalrymen. With a flick of his sword, the man's head flew off, while the cavalryman's body remained firmly on his horse, carrying the headless corpse as he crashed into the ranks of the four cavalrymen guarding the back gate.
The four cavalrymen shouted and immediately fled.
They were very experienced and, judging by the sounds, they all fled westward without prior arrangement.
To the west lies flat land, and dozens of miles away are the famous Port Lannes and the Sea of Sunset.
Gregor remained silent, only kicking his warhorse hard. The horse snorted loudly and surged forward, quickly closing the distance. However, Gregor could clearly feel the horse's strength beginning to wane.
He was too heavy and too fast, repeatedly urging his warhorse to launch surprise attacks, pushing its speed to the limit.
Heavy rain cannot last all day, and violent rushing is the most exhausting, whether for people or horses.
Gregor drew his dagger and flung it, striking the last cavalryman squarely in the back. This cavalryman's helmet and armor were intact, which may have slightly slowed him down, allowing Gregor to catch up.
The dagger struck the armor with a loud clang, its tip piercing the armor but only penetrating the skin. However, the impact was too strong; the cavalryman felt as if he'd been struck by a hammer in the back and tumbled to the ground. Before he could rise, a flash of sword light swept in, and with a snap, his head flew off.
The sound of hooves thundered, and the three cavalrymen in the lead turned back in their haste, their hearts pounding with fear. "Split up and run!" a mercenary shouted.
So the three mercenaries fled in three different directions.
Gregor roared and chased after the mercenaries on the left.
The mercenary on the left is the easiest to escape.
He fled towards the territory of House Swivel, another powerful noble family in the southern part of the Westerlands. Once he crossed this narrow plain and entered the Swivel's primeval forest, it would be difficult to catch him. The edge of the primeval forest was the border. On the other side of the border lay the territory of House Tyrell in the Reach.
The mercenaries in the middle and on the right fled deeper into the western border. Going straight would lead to Lannisport, while turning right would take them to the heart of the western border, making a safe escape extremely difficult. Meanwhile, Sweetmouth Ralph and his men had already caught up with them.
Gregor kept a close watch on the mercenary on his left, relentlessly pursuing him. However, the mercenary became enraged, his warhorse galloping faster and faster as if on fire, gradually widening the gap between them.
Gregor's warhorse was already a fine steed, but his body and armor weighed several times more than an ordinary person. While other warhorses carried a hundred pounds, his horse carried five hundred. For Gregor to undertake long-distance raids, he was completely outmatched by lightly armed mercenaries.
Gregor sighed inwardly; if he had a javelin, that guy would be dead already.
No, after this battle, I need to practice my archery skills.
In a pursuit like this, a single arrow would be enough to kill, eliminating the need for such strenuous chasing. His warhorse was already somewhat weakened, while his opponent was fleeing for his life, pushing his horse to its maximum speed.
Mercenaries fleeing for their lives are already willing to risk the lives of their horses.
But Gregor never considered giving up.
He gave the order to kill them all, so we must do everything in our power to carry it out.
As the enemy fled further and further away, Gregor suddenly heard the clatter of hooves behind him. He turned around and saw Julie galloping towards him on her warhorse.
"Father, quick, ride my horse!"
"good!"
He reluctantly adopted a daughter, who finally played a small but crucial role in the battle.
Gregor usually had three horses with him, and the horse Julie rode was one of his three fine horses.
Julie was very light and not wearing armor, while the horse was full of energy and eager for battle.
Gregor and Julie changed horses on horseback. Without their masters urging them or Gregor kicking the horses with his spurs, the warhorses let out a joyful neigh and chased after them like arrows.
In just a moment, Gregor closed the distance between himself and the mercenary.
The mercenary spurred his horse desperately, and the horse charged to its limit, but the torrential rain could not last forever, and the warhorse's speed was too great to sustain indefinitely.
Julie cheered and shouted from behind, chasing after Gregor.
Gregor's wrist spun nimbly, the heavy greatsword effortlessly in his hand. With a series of sword flourishes, he whistled and caught up with the enemy. Amidst the enemy's terrified pleas for mercy, he swiftly sliced the man in two with a single stroke.
He captured the cavalryman's horse.
Warhorses are very important military supplies, and training a warhorse is not easy.
Meanwhile, Sweetmouth Raff and his men had also completed their pursuit, impaling two severed heads on their swords and galloping back, their heads held high. They had also captured two warhorses, dragging two headless corpses behind them.
The horses' hooves clattered, and Sweet-Talking Raff and his men shouted: Ho! Ho ho ho! Ho!
The thirty mercenary cavalrymen who raided Crigamburg were all wiped out!