To the south, in a plain wheat field that had just been harvested outside a village, the melee between hundreds of cavalry gradually subsided.
There are torn corpses of horsemen and cavalry everywhere in the wheat fields and wastelands. The thick smoke above the battlefield is particularly dazzling in the early morning sun. Even the blood in the sky is covered up by the pungent smell that permeates the battlefield.
The Welsh Legion cavalry, wearing light and heavy armor, wearing wolf pattern robes, and holding the legion flag, ran on horseback in the open fields, chasing the Lombard cavalry who had no time to run; a few lightly wounded cavalry were in groups of three or five, gathering the surrendered Lombard cavalry into a low-lying area in the plain. In the large low-lying area, there were already 1,780 frightened Lombard cavalry.
The battle here had already started half an hour ago. Four hundred high-spirited Lombard cavalry rushed towards the Wells Legion garrison through the dust, but they caught up with the 120 Wells Legion cavalry led by Lusignan.
Faced with the absolute superiority in strength, the Lombards did not have the slightest scruple. Four hundred horses rushed towards the one hundred and twenty Burgundian cavalry at a shocking pace.
To the surprise of the Lombards, in the face of several times the impact of the enemy's cavalry, the Burgundian cavalry actually mounted their horses to counterattack, as if they were going to hit the stone with an egg.
However, when the two cavalry teams were more than a hundred steps apart, the Burgundian cavalry suddenly had something in their hands, something that was smoking.
Cavalry charge against each other, and the distance of a hundred steps is only a blink of an eye.
Without enough time to react, the Burgundian cavalry formation separated, forming two jaw-like columns, heading towards the left and right flanks of the Lombard cavalry formation.
Then, more than fifty iron bullets were thrown out by the passing Burgundian cavalry. The smoking iron bullets rolled into the Lombard cavalry formation, and many were flying in the air.
The Lombard cavalry stared confusedly at the iron eggs flying over in the famous arc...
Boom boom...
Dozens of bursting flames and huge shock waves ravaged the Lombard cavalry camp.
Horses screamed and cried, and corpses were scattered all over the place.
Before the Lombard cavalry could recover, the Burgundian cavalry turned back and threw fifty iron bullets again. There was another earth-shattering loud noise and the sky was full of fire and smoke...
The Lombard cavalry was killed on the spot and injured more than a hundred cavalry. A large number of stunned cavalry stayed on the battlefield, and their horses were still running around headlessly. Less than a hundred cavalry immediately fled the battlefield following the frightened horses.
A great victory in a riding battle.
At the same time as the great victory in the cavalry battle, the hand-to-hand combat in the Welsh Legion camp also came to an end.
Two thousand soldiers of the Welsh Legion faced off against two thousand Lombard soldiers who rushed overnight.
The Welsh Army quickly gained the initiative on the battlefield. After two hundred were killed, the remaining 1,800 elite Lombard Guards were forced to huddle together and form formations to protect themselves.
Of course, the reason why these 1,800 soldiers were able to form a formation to protect themselves was only because Art issued an order to postpone the attack.
Matt has no intention of giving Von Bilen a chance to breathe, but this army can still fight after a night's attack, and the soldiers are still elite. Art wants to surrender. More importantly, Art does not want to force this army into a trapped beast. Once a person loses hope of life and turns into a beast, the madness of a desperate fight will only increase the casualties of his soldiers.
Now that we don’t have enough troops, we really don’t dare to waste it like this.
Sure enough, after the surrounding Burgundian soldiers stopped advancing, the extreme panic and madness in the eyes of the Lombard soldiers in the formation gradually extinguished. After several failed attempts to break out, they slowly quieted down with doubts.
When the opportunity was ripe, Art immediately ordered the soldiers to close the encirclement, squeezing the Lombards' inner defense line little by little, and then he came to the Lombards' line in person.
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Ron was worried that Art would enter the Lombard formation alone, so he repeatedly ordered the six personal guards to follow him closely to resist the enemy's hidden arrows at any time.
Ron's worries were not unnecessary. Art had just appeared in front of the enemy's formation, and two crossbows were already aimed at his unprotected head.
But Art's Earl Guard was not a display. The two reckless guys were immediately pierced by four or five sharp arrows and died.
"Brothers of Lombardy." Art was not affected at all and shouted loudly to the enemy in Lombardy.
A few soldiers and interpreters who could speak Lombard around Art followed and shouted loudly, so that more Lombard soldiers could hear Art's voice.
"I am Atwood Wells, Count of the Province of Wells, the Principality of Burgundy, under the Kingdom of France."
"But I am also the great-great-grandson of William Wells, the "Founding Hero" of Lombardy, the grandson of Wood Wells, the "Warrior of the North," the son of Arthur Wells, the "Jihadist", and the heir to the Baron of Wellsburg in the Principality of Lombardy. "
The Lombards were confused when a long list of names was announced. Most of them thought that the owner of this Burgundian army was a Burgundian barbarian who did all kinds of evil, but they did not expect that the other party was actually a Lombard.
After a brief pause, and after the interpreters had finished conveying the message, he continued: "Ten years ago, the Wells family was wronged and the family was destroyed. Ten years later, I sent my troops south to fight for the honor of the family."
"Many of you have no feud with me, and I regard Wells as The honor of the ancestors of the Si family is guaranteed. As long as you abandon your weapons and surrender, I will treat you as a warrior, no matter whether you are a lord or a soldier."
As soon as these words came out, the Lombard soldiers began to relax. In such a dangerous situation, survival is the greatest grace, especially those ordinary soldiers who do not have the aura of nobility.
“Shut up! You damn heretic!” Von Bilen rushed out of the formation under the protection of dozens of soldiers and yelled at At, who was trying to persuade him to surrender.
Matt looked at the old man whose armor was stained with blood. In the battle just now, at least two soldiers fell under his sword. It is really admirable for a man to have such bravery at his age.
"Lord Von Bilen, you have put your head forward." Art unsheathed his sword and pointed the sword directly at Von Bilen, "Lord Von Bilen, you were also a knight under that bastard Walderbury back then, and now you have become a vassal by killing and looting for that devil robber. How about it? Have you often been burned by the fire of purgatory in your dreams these years?"
Fon Bilen did not accept this trick at all, "Stop talking nonsense that doesn't exist. If you have the ability, attack in. I'll see if your teeth are as strong as the steel sword in my hand."
Att blinked his lips, it seemed that the old guy was going to fight until the end.
"Brothers of the Lombard soldiers, Von Bilen has decided to drag you to accompany him to the funeral. If you want to survive, immediately put down your weapons and raise your hands to go into battle. I have prepared hot stew and beer for everyone." After saying this, Art pointed to a place outside the encirclement, and there were actually more than a dozen wisps of smoke rising.
There was a soldier whose heart was moved. He had been fighting all night. He was already exhausted and empty. He was reborn in the face of death. He didn't care about the honor of a soldier at this moment. He immediately threw the single-edged knife with a chip in his hand to the ground and slowly walked out of the formation.
Just after taking a few steps, two lightly armored soldiers holding broad swords suddenly rushed out from behind. They looked like they should be Von Bilen's personal guards or the Count's private soldiers.
The two men kicked over the surrendering soldier, stepped forward, stepped on the soldier's neck, and pierced his body with a sword.
Immediately, a group of sergeants emerged from the Lombard formation. They drew their swords and angrily scolded their soldiers, threatening them not to surrender.
Att had no intention of trying to persuade him any more. He waved his hand to recruit the soldiers and muttered a few words in a low voice.
After a while, Rogge, captain of the Grenadier Company of the Welsh Legion, squeezed into the encirclement with five grenadiers holding bombs in hand.
"Brave Lombard soldiers, I will give you some good ones." Rogge smiled evilly and shouted loudly to the group of Lombard elites who came out to suppress the soldiers.
Immediately, a few guys exclaimed, "Explode thunder! Explode thunder!!"
While dealing with the blocking army coming out of Storm's End last night, these Lombard soldiers were lucky enough to see an iron egg that exploded in the air.
In an instant, the fist-sized iron egg exploded with thunder and lightning, and then all the soldiers dozens of steps around were knocked down. The two closest guys were blown to pieces on the spot.
Afterwards, they reported to von Bilen. Feng Bilen only thought that there was thunder in the sky at that time, and reprimanded the soldiers who reported back.
Because it was too powerful and terrifying, Marr's soldiers, who had rarely been exposed to bombs, did not operate it properly, and one soldier was killed on the spot, so Marr only used one bomb. Therefore, there were only a handful of Lombard soldiers who knew the power of that kind of iron bullet.
When most people looked at the several smoky iron pellets flying towards them, they still didn't understand why the Burgundians who were confronting each other fifty or sixty steps away had to bend down and kneel on the ground. These Lombard soldiers just subconsciously raised their shields and swords to block.
Boom! boom! boom! boom!
Boom! !
Five earth-shaking loud noises, accompanied by broken limbs and armor-piercing swords flying all over the sky...
The morning sun that day turned dazzling scarlet, and more than 1,700 elite Lombardy Northern Guards troops surrendered.
Fon Bilen was carried out by his own soldiers. Unfortunately, he was hit by exploding shrapnel that penetrated his heavy armor, and the iron fragments smashed his ribs...
That morning, seven to eight hundred men were left to clean the battlefield and guard prisoners of war. The Welsh Army divided a thousand elite troops, led by Angus himself, and rushed to the city of Santia before the news of the enemy's defeat had reached the rear.
Ten miles away from the city of Santia, they encountered the remaining troops of the Patriot Army who were going north to support the assault force as planned.
Von Bilen took away almost all the elite members of the Patriot Army, and the remaining two thousand people were basically servants and auxiliaries.
Facing the sudden appearance of the Burgundian army, more than two thousand Lombard soldiers immediately blew up the camp. Except for less than five hundred Lombard soldiers who offered some resistance, most of the other soldiers abandoned their armor and fled southward.
The deserters did not forget to coerce the city guards and looted the city of Santia. When Angus led the vanguard into Santia, the city was already in chaos.
Angus did not expect that the city of Santia would be captured in this way.