Medieval: Kingdom Come: Deliverance

The Prague soldiers outside the castle were completely stunned.

They had just witnessed the invincible power of their own artillery and were still basking in the joy of victory, never expecting that a well-rested and refreshed fresh force would launch a deadly surprise attack from the flank.

Peter charged ahead like a red lightning bolt. A Prague crossbowman who had just raised his crossbow hadn't even had time to aim when Peter delivered a precise "side slash" to deflect the crossbow, followed by a "knee strike" that slammed into the side of his knee! A sickening cracking sound rang out, and the crossbowman screamed as he fell to the ground.

"Stop them! Stop them now!" a Prague officer shouted hoarsely, trying to organize a sporadic resistance.

But the Griffin Guard's assault was too fast and too fierce! These well-equipped warriors, personally trained by Peter, instantly tore through the loose outer defenses.

Henry was desperate to save Hans, and his attack was exceptionally brutal. He used his greatswords to parry Hans's halberd, then plunged them into Hans's neck. With a forceful twist, blood splattered everywhere, and the strong smell of blood instantly filled the air.

John the Big Mouth was like a human-shaped war bear. He didn't need any fancy swordsmanship. He directly used a powerful "straight slash" to cut a Prague soldier who tried to block with his halberd in half!

Faced with this pack of heavily armored warriors charging like wolves and tigers, the Prague artillery and crossbowmen, who were not good at close combat, put up a weak resistance, which was completely ineffective. They quickly lost their fighting spirit and knelt down to beg for mercy.

"We surrender! We surrender!"

The bronze cannon that had just performed a great service, along with the surrounding wagons loaded with ammunition and crossbow bolts, changed hands in an instant.

"Quickly! Form ranks! Deploy defensive positions!"

Without pausing, Peter immediately gave the order. The Griffin Guard soldiers quickly formed a defensive line using captured wagons and makeshift fortifications hastily abandoned by the enemy.

At this moment, some Prague cavalry and heavy infantry inside the castle attempted to rush out and retake the position. Shouting and brandishing their longswords and battleaxes, they launched a counterattack. Peter led his Griffin Guard to block their counterattack route, and a fierce battle ensued.

"Phalanx phalanx—advance!" Monchi's voice was steady and powerful as his militia, though slow, advanced steadily.

Six militia formations, like six mobile fortresses, finally arrived on the battlefield, replacing the Griffin Guard and taking the lead. The Griffin Guard took the opportunity to retreat to the position of the bronze cannon to rest. The frantic rush, raid, and battle had left them drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

Only Peter, Henry, the flag-bearing tomcat, and Conrad with his shield remained at the forefront, fighting alongside the militia phalanx.

Conrad's Vanguard Honor (Golden Talent. Those who stand at the front of the ranks are always the first to face the enemy and should usually enjoy the highest honor. When you are in the ranks, your troops' morale +5, defense +5, and stamina +5.) can provide a huge boost to newly formed militia phalanxes.

When the Prague heavy infantrymen rushed forward, panting, they were met with a dense forest of four-meter-long, gleaming rifles!

"prick!"

At a command, the spears in the front row thrust out like venomous snakes! The Prague soldiers who tried to approach were as if they had run into a barbed iron wall, and several of them were instantly pierced through!

Although these militiamen with long guns were somewhat inexperienced and timid, their comrades-in-arms, standing shoulder to shoulder with them, gave them a great sense of security.

"Flare! Smash it!"

The flailmen interspersed among the formations wielded heavy iron-clad flails, specifically targeting those who tried to duck to avoid bayonets or were wearing heavy armor.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The dull thuds of blunt force striking the armor were incessant. Even if the armor could withstand slashing and stabbing, it could not withstand such terrible blunt force blows. The sounds of bones breaking and screams of agony rose and fell.

Meanwhile, the dozens of archers reserved at the rear of the square formation also began to fire arrows. Although their accuracy was poor, the dense rain of arrows still caused chaos and casualties to the Prague army that was trying to assemble.

The old count and von Olitz, leading a group of guards, rushed out of the castle gates, only to be met with this scene that terrified them:

The positions outside the city that originally belonged to them had changed hands, and the dark muzzle of that bronze cannon seemed to be pointing directly at them! The densely packed phalanx of spears, like hedgehogs, was forcing them back to the castle step by step! Their soldiers, after marching through the night and two hours of fierce siege warfare, were already exhausted. Facing the well-rested and tightly formed Griffin militia, their charge was like waves crashing against rocks, futile and crushed.

"Peter! Peter Griffin! You insidious, shameless wretch! Coward! You scheming beast!" The old count trembled with rage, jumping up and down as he cursed, completely losing his composure. "Come out and fight me head-on if you dare!"

General von Olitz's face was so dark it seemed to drip water. He gripped his sword hilt so tightly his knuckles turned white. He recalled his earlier assessment of Peter as a "country bumpkin," and his face felt as if it had been lashed out. This feeling of being outmaneuvered and crushed filled even this veteran general with a profound sense of powerlessness and anger. He whispered to the old count, "Polgao, we must take back the position! Without cannons and supplies, we're doomed to perish in this dilapidated castle!"

He felt a sense of self-inflicted humiliation, as if the boomerang had struck him squarely.

He regrouped a relatively intact group of Prague puppet troops and launched another charge. This time, they attempted to use their shields to brace against their spears and force their way through the enemy lines. The sounds of spears breaking, flails swinging, swords clashing, and dying screams... intertwined to create a bloody symphony of hell.

Just as the Prague army's attention was completely drawn to the frontal phalanx—

"crack!"

At Monchi’s command, the central array of spearmen suddenly parted, creating a passage!

"Griffin Guard! Charge!" Peter's voice boomed like thunder! After a brief rest, the Griffin Guard, having recovered their strength, charged out of the passage once more, sixty heavily armored warriors like tigers unleashed from their cages, hacking and slashing wildly.

Peter's target was the Prague officer who was directing the charge. Seeing Peter charging, the officer grinned and raised his sword to strike. Peter, however, neither dodged nor evaded, parrying the attack with a "Master's Counter," and with a flick of his wrist, the sword slid down the officer's blade like a venomous snake—"Fiore Half-Sword Style!" The tip of the sword precisely pierced the gap between the officer's helmet and breastplate!

"Uh..." The officer's sinister smile froze on his face as blood gushed from under his neck armor.

Peter's Griffin Guard charged like a red-hot iron into butter, instantly tearing a massive gap in the enemy ranks. His longsword transformed into whirlwinds of death, his "Rosen Four Styles" flowing relentlessly—a furious slash followed by a swift thrust—each swing accompanied by the screams and deaths of his enemies. The red hair peeking from the edge of his helmet blazed like flames in the sunlight; his figure on the battlefield was like a god of war descending upon the land!

"A devil! He's a devil!" It was one of the Prague soldiers who first screamed in terror.

The collapse ahead was like a domino effect, the morale of the Prague puppet troops crumbled, they kept retreating and began to scatter in large numbers!