Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 344 Defeat
The dull sound of horse hooves drowned out the sound of waves hitting the rocks, and over the entire coast, it went from sparse to dense, like the roar of thunder.

The charge launched by these heavy cavalry can only be described as terrifying. Each rider was equipped with two layers of heavy armor, a layer of chain mail hanging on the outside of the thick plate armor, a pointed helmet on the head, and a mace in hand. In addition, they rode tall horses with armor and weighed more than 2,000 pounds. Their four hooves flew and crushed the grass into pieces, like an unstoppable torrent rolling in.

There are as many as eight hundred such cavalrymen!
Not to mention that every rider is an Unsullied warrior with extraordinary physical strength and abilities comparable to lions and tigers, and the mounts they ride are scorpion horses with the blood of Warcraft, with four hooves as thick as wood.

The enemy's heavy armored infantry's frontal defense is indeed very strong after forming a formation, but its disadvantage is also very obvious, that is, it will inevitably move slowly!
So, with a maximum of a hundred pulses, they could crash into their formation from the flank and grind them into minced meat.

No mortal being can withstand the charge of the heavy cavalry, not to mention that they have a three-to-one numerical advantage!

Kemish didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing out on the exhilarating crushing. The corners of the cavalrymen's mouths under their chain shields were curled up wildly, as if they had already seen the group of infantrymen who were indeed slightly stronger being knocked away by them!
But these were only a hundred pulses, which seemed like an endless hell for the slave infantry guards who were under pressure on the front line, and also seemed like a completely absurd nightmare.

Just as they were trained, they raised their shields to block and attacked the enemy with spears, armor-piercing swords, and pointed hammers.

Their movements were in perfect unison and their teammates cooperated closely with each other. It could be said that there was absolutely no fault to be found. They could even block charging cavalry. It was no exaggeration to call them the Shield of the Empire.

They have won countless battles with this.

But everything that happened before them made them doubt their lives.

If they were well-trained warriors, then the opponents were undoubtedly a group of powerful and reckless men.

What greeted them were huge axes and steel shields weighing over a hundred pounds that were smashing down on their heads. They were not country-skin militiamen, so they immediately used their shields and weapons to block the attacks.

There was nothing wrong with their response, but the result cost them blood.

Blocking is useless!

It wasn't that the other side had some exquisite martial arts that could easily cut off their necks with a simple flick of the sword tip, but that the other side was simply too powerful. The giant axe that smashed down and cut both the weapon and the person in half. The worst hit were the companions under the steel shields, who were directly smashed into meat paste.

The opponent's sturdy double-axe warrior was even more exaggerated. With just one spin, he could permanently separate the lower body and head of everyone in the surrounding area who were once close to each other, and scared the lucky people in the outer circle who had escaped by chance into tears on the spot.

And when you hear the other party shouting "I'll chop, chop, chop again", it means that you have already stepped half a foot into the door of death.

Fed's archers also began to occasionally assist in the front battlefield. The slave archers on the deck had suffered heavy losses from their shooting. It was estimated that their number had been reduced by at least six or seven hundred. The rest hid in the cabin and dared not show up again.

This kind of crushing battle made Miriel, the little girl, excited. She hid at the back and shot a few arrows, allowing her to pick up a few heads.

In this confrontation where the number of people was nearly ten to one, the disadvantaged party advanced rapidly and in an orderly manner, while the advantaged party could not stop retreating no matter how hard they tried, leaving only a pile of broken limbs on the ground.

This is not a battle of equal strength. It's like a group of armored knights ruthlessly beating an old vegetable farmer. No matter how many people there are, it's useless and they can only die.

To be honest, the barbarians were also very surprised. In the past, their enemies would soon realize that resistance was a waste of effort after experiencing such brutal massacres, and would immediately drop their weapons and run away crying.

However, these charcoal-like black undead spirits (ghosts) in front of him were resisting the massacre and had not yet been defeated.

The barbarians were working hard, just like farmers tilling the land. Some of the Fed archers were assigned to suppress the slave archers on the deck, while others were assigned to support the main battlefield. The werewolf cavalry were roaming around to prevent the enemy from having any backup plans.

But none of them seemed to notice the heavy cavalry attacking from a distance.

Kemish's heart began to calm down, and the corners of his mouth began to rise.

The opponent was indeed stronger than he had expected, but he still believed that his carefully trained heavy cavalry was enough to solve all problems.

This trust comes from the company's undefeated record.

But suddenly, there was a sound of horse hooves from the coast behind, followed by a continuous vibration like thunder.

At the end of the sight, like pulling onions out of dry land, one figure after another stepped out of the sea onto the hard grass and appeared in everyone's sight.

This is actually a visual illusion caused by the other party coming up the slope.

when?
Kemish, who was waiting for victory, seemed to be struck by thunder. He froze and the scene was silent.

The intense fear made his heart feel as if it was held by a pair of invisible hands, and only his sphincter was contracting violently.

They were centaurs as big as mountains, wrapped in thick plate armor and carrying double-edged broadswords that were big enough to beat anyone into a pulp. They seemed like undead knights from hell, emitting a suffocating breath of death. Just by standing there, they made Kemish realize that once they launched a charge, the heavy cavalry he had carefully trained would be as ridiculous as toys.

Just standing there, they were as daunting as a city wall. What made people even more despairing was that three elves in purple robes were floating above their heads.

"It's Debe's spellcaster~"

A scream of extreme terror came from the black guard's mouth. Kemish's lips trembled and his face was full of despair.

It's over, it's over...

The next second, when the three opposing magicians finished chanting their spells, three huge meteorites condensed out of thin air in mid-air, fell from the sky, and smashed into the charging cavalry with suffocating power.

Boom!

The earth began to tremble violently, screams continued, countless cavalrymen were smashed into pieces, and the cavalrymen on the periphery were also knocked to the ground.

The most feared thing for cavalrymen in a charge was that the team suddenly stopped. The lucky ones who were not affected had no time to rejoice before they could control the force of the impact and crashed into the group of people who had stopped in front of them, causing a chaos of people and horses.

The three spellcasters caused heavy losses to the 800 heavy cavalry. Their unrivaled momentum also vanished, leaving only faces filled with fear and panic.

The famous cavalryman also slowly increased his speed and began to charge forward. Unexpectedly, he actually stepped out in a uniform and synchronized manner.

Logically speaking, this level of coordination and organization should not be seen in cavalry, because no rider can accurately control the pace of the mount to match that of others. However, Kemish now witnessed this shocking scene that would shame the top cavalrymen of all countries.

"Master, let's run away quickly, or it will be too late." The black guard was already scared out of his wits.

The front-line infantry were cut down like wheat, the archers on the deck were shot so hard that they dared not show their heads, and the proud heavy cavalry also suffered heavy losses from three spells. From the heavy armored infantry and archers in front, it can be seen that these heavy cavalry are not just for show, not to mention that they actually have powerful spellcasters, so they have no chance of winning at all.

If they escape back to the ship now, no matter how strong the enemy is, they will not be able to cross the sea and kill them.

"Let's go." Kemish's unwillingness was so strong that his facial features were distorted, but he still had to accept this reality. He climbed onto the giant wolf Sofin next to him, grabbed the wolf's belly, and ran towards the slave ship in the simple port.

He was not completely penniless. The slaves he captured here were enough to exchange for a huge sum of money in his country, and then he could buy slave warriors to train soldiers!

When the time comes, he will come back to return all the bitter fruits to the other party and take back everything he has lost!

Just when the slave ship was right in front of him, three cavalrymen suddenly rushed over from the side. Kemish was startled at first, and then he was overjoyed.

At the front was a young, burly boy wearing flashy silver armor, holding a long sword high in his hand and shouting something.

One body length behind was a burly and resolute man with blond hair and wearing bright golden plate armor. The last one was an orc riding a dwarf beast.

With this kind of configuration... the one at the front is undoubtedly the lord of High Cliff Castle!
There is still hope!

As long as you capture the opponent's lord, you can turn the defeat around!

The opponent was too young and certainly not very strong, so the knight had nothing to worry about. The only one who deserved to be taken seriously was the burly old orc.

However, his own blood energy cultivation is not low, and is one of the best in the empire.

The more Kemish thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to him. This lord was so immature that he looked like a fool. He chased so far and didn't even notice that he was separated from the main force. It was obvious that he wanted to show off.

"All of you, come with me and fight back!"

There were also two Unsullied warriors gathered around him. They were slave guards assigned to him by the family. Although they were not blood-resistant, they were proficient in martial arts and had magic patterns engraved on their bodies.

……

"Uncle Sikai, our chance to make a contribution has come!"

Mir was very excited. He had been hiding in the back commanding the High Cliff Fort Battalion. This war that was destined to be won would not actually add much merit to him. But when he saw that the opponent's commander wanted to escape, he knew that his chance had come.

If he could capture the other party alive, he would definitely gain face in front of his brother-in-law, so he decisively took Orak and Sikai with him and chased out of the crowd.

"Mir, let me go and test the other party first. After all, he is a military noble who commands thousands of people. He may be a great noble of the Persian Gulf Empire. His strength should be quite strong." Sikai stared at the middle-aged man opposite him who was wearing jewel plate armor and had a mustache.

He didn't expect that they would dare to come back and stop them. The purpose behind this was obvious.

"It would be great if Grandpa Orlak could catch up." Mir turned his head and took a look. No matter how anxious the orc shaman riding the Windego beast was, this beast, which was originally used to pull heavy objects, was moving forward leisurely and had already left them for some distance.

However, he took a deep breath and clenched the sword in his hand. He had been learning sword from his brother-in-law for some time, and had also condensed the seeds of fighting spirit, stepping into the ranks of low-level fighting spirit knights.

Even if we can't deal with the enemy commander, we should have no problem dealing with the two guards.

A layer of blue fighting spirit light was floating all over the sword body. This was the unique fighting spirit of the family that Sikai specialized in.

As the personal guard knight of the Lord of the Northern Territory, the secret book of fighting spirit he practiced could not be said to be top-notch, but it was definitely at the first-line level, even not worse than that of some earls.

He even went to the capital to practice swordsmanship, and although he could only reach the high-level fighting spirit due to his lack of talent, his own strength, even if not as good as the best, was better than the worst.

With the help of his fighting spirit, as the distance between the two sides got closer, he swung the sword in his hand towards the opponent from ten steps away.

The fighting spirit attached to the long sword instantly flew out of the sword, gathered into a full moon and rushed straight towards the opponent's chest.

Kemish had been wary of this Knight Debe, and he immediately turned over and lay on the side of his mount, just avoiding the attack. But when he turned his head, he could not help but be shocked. A dark crack of unknown depth was cut out on the ground.

"Sky Martell." Sky still abided by the rules of chivalry and reported his name before the duel. As for his surname, as an old man, he was granted the family surname by Duke Flinna, and from now on he was considered half of the Martell family.

"What the hell?" Kemish Blue Diamond frowned.

Although he knew that the knights of Derby strictly adhered to the chivalric creed, he did not expect that they would use this creed in a life-and-death duel. At this time, he should take the opportunity to use his weapon to open the opponent's skull.

They have no knowledge of etiquette and chivalrous creed. They are worthy of being nobles of the Persian Gulf Empire who were born as pirates. They are essentially a group of barbarians.

"Broken." Sikai said contemptuously, and rushed forward with a kick on his horse's belly: "You have invaded the territory of the Lord of High Cliff Castle without reason. On behalf of Duke Levi, I sentence you to prison!"

Sikai took the initiative, and his long sword, wrapped in coldness, went straight to the opponent's eyes.

Swish!

The moment the swords crossed, Kemish realized that the opponent was actually stronger than himself.

You know, he is known as the Blood Sword Kemish in his country, and his blood energy cultivation is also outstanding. But he didn't expect that an unknown guard knight is actually three points stronger than him.

If Kemish was shocked, then Sikai frowned. He was much weaker than he had imagined. However, it would still take some effort to capture him alive.

"Go to hell!" Kemish's eyes were bloodshot. He raised his sword high and swung it down. A beam of blood left the sword and attacked the enemy head-on.

The two fought hard for a while, mainly because Sikai wanted to capture the other party alive, so he was inevitably timid.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"Lao Si, even a little jerk can't beat him, it seems you need more practice."

(End of this chapter)