Chapter 617 The war begins
"... Warriors of Lombardy!" the Lombard cavalry commander shouted loudly, "Now, the enemy is in front of you. In the name of the Duke, I ask you to draw the sword from your waist, raise the spear in your hand, chop off the head of the Yankees, and pierce the hearts of those bastards!" The commander pointed the sword in his hand at the opposing Burgundy cavalry, with fierce eyes and twisted face. The war horse beneath him seemed to smell the aura of killing, panting heavily, roaring under the tight reins, raising its front hooves, and was extremely anxious.
"Serve the Duke to the death! Fight for Lombardy to the last drop of blood!" The elite cavalry in formation behind the commander are full of blood. Just waiting for an order, they will rush over and harvest the opponent's head.
In order to assist the northern battlefield, resist the Welsh Army, and stabilize the front this time, the Duke of Lombardy took away most of the elite cavalry directly under the palace, just to defeat the Burgundians in one fell swoop. It can be said that these guys have experienced hundreds of battles and have made great contributions to the expansion of Lombardy's territory. They are the most reliable weapons in the hands of the Duke of Lombardy. If it weren't for the emergency on the northern front, the Duke of Lombardy would definitely not personally lead five hundred elite cavalry to rush for reinforcements.
Because of their good combat prowess and the fact that they were equipped with armor and good horses, the Lombard cavalry who fought against the Bregan Guards had a sense of arrogance in their bones. In their eyes, Provence was barely worthy of a fight. But the Burgundy Kingdom, which is mixed between several major principalities, is the barbarians, thieves, scavengers, farmers and jugglers from the north. Naturally, they are not in the mainstream. In their eyes,
The soldiers on the opposite side were like farmers and refugees wearing a layer of armor, riding on an old horse that was about to lose all its teeth, trying to fight against an opponent whose equipment and combat power were several times their own. The battle has not yet begun, but the winner has been decided.
However, the Lombard cavalry had no idea what was about to happen a few moments later. Judging from the previous battles between the two sides, the Lombards were slightly better, which also gave them the illusion that the Burgundians were weak chickens. But what they don't know is that the Guards cannot reveal their strength when engaging the enemy. This is another conspiracy hatched by Flanders and Art, aiming to paralyze the Lombards and preserve their strength. When the time is right, the most powerful elite cavalry in Lombardy will be destroyed in one fell swoop, and then the gate to the southern plains of Lombardy will be unimpeded.
「Kill!」
The Lombard cavalry commander pointed his sword straight ahead, kicked the horse's belly fiercely, and rushed out with a single lunge. The cavalry following behind them all responded, holding their spears and swords, roaring and heading straight towards the enemy. At this time, the humiliation a moment ago had turned into anger, and they vowed to chop off the enemy's head with their swords to avenge their previous humiliation. Following the cavalry, mercenaries fighting for money carried shields and held swords. They interspersed among the cavalry in twos and threes and cooperated with the cavalry in fighting.
For the cavalry, the distance of fifty steps can be reached in the blink of an eye. The Lombard commander who was at the front was secretly happy. He expected that the opponent would not have time to react. As long as he broke the enemy's formation, he could use this gap to rush all the way into the camp of the Bourgne Guards. As long as you stabilize your position, it will only be a matter of time before most of the reinforcements arrive to break through the enemy camp. If it succeeds, the first prize will inevitably fall on oneself.
However, he still underestimated the strength of his opponent and overestimated his own IQ -
The moment the Lombard cavalry rushed out, the Burgundy cavalry who lined up to meet the enemy had already taken out the cavalry weapon in their marching bag and pierced the horse nails.
Hama Nails were made by the weapons workshop based on Art's design. They have been used in several cavalry battles and severely damaged the opponent.
Hence this expedition, the people from the Yat Weapon Research Laboratory modified the Zama Nail. The radiation area of the thorn nails has doubled, and several small spines extend from each bone spur. The original intention of this design lies in the inherent flaw of the Zama Nail - the probability of a single hit on the target is relatively small. As long as the modified horse tack is touched by a horse's hoof, it will definitely cause the person to fall over.
In the previous battles, Zama Nail has not been used yet. The war is about to begin, and the razor nail will become a weapon to divide the Lombard cavalry. The Lombard commander looked at the opponent and did not draw his sword. He just raised his right hand and threw it hard. First he was startled, and then he was a little overwhelmed by the foreign object flying over his head. But at this time, it was impossible to stop the horse. He had no choice but to kick the horse's belly, raise his sword and charge towards the enemy who was within feet. The horse's hooves were flying and dust was flying. The armored and sharp Lombard cavalry rushed over with a roar and roar." The horse's hooves hurt and fell to the ground. The huge inertia caused the horse to roll over like a boulder weighing more than a thousand pounds, pressing heavily on the cavalry who had not yet reacted.
After hearing a few cracking sounds of bones, the cavalry under the war horses stopped moving -
The cavalry in the second echelon were not much better. A few guys who were eager to harvest the heads of their opponents ignored the ambushes of their companions in front and rushed forward. As a result, they were tripped by the overturned horses and horse nails everywhere, and they were thrown seven or eight meters away. Sharp nails were inserted into the skull, arms, thighs, chest, and abdominal cavity. The bones were twisted, and the death was miserable.
Facts have proved that it is a wise choice to stay at the end of the team when charging on the battlefield. Seeing that the situation was not good, the cavalry following the large army immediately reined in their reins and stopped in front of the horse spikes that were spread out laterally. Looking at his companions lying on the ground in mourning, the tail cavalry who luckily escaped took a deep breath and widened his eyes, marveling at the cunning of the Burgundy people and thankful for God's care.
However, God's blessing was only for a moment. The Lombard cavalry standing in front of the formation and the mercenaries following behind were at a loss as they were leaderless. Just as they were about to retreat, most of the Burgundian cavalry had already moved back from both sides with their swords, and the smaller ones dismounted and prepared to clean up the disabled Lombard cavalry. If you have the ability, fight me one-on-one and make use of these destructive tricks - ah! Bastards, I’m going to kill you.—"
The man who roared loudly was the Lombard cavalry commander. A moment ago, he, who was charging forward, saw the horse nails flying over his head. The moment he turned his head, the war horse suddenly leaned forward, and immediately fell to its knees on the front hooves, and both the man and the horse rolled several times. When he reacted and was about to stand up, he found that his left thigh had lost all feeling, and there was severe pain in the kneecap of his right leg. The shoulder armor of his left hand came off. He had no choice but to turn over and rely on his right hand holding the long sword to support his entire body. Seeing the men around him fall down one by one, with mourning all over the place, the knight knew that the situation was over, so he supported his body with all his strength, and dragged his body to crawl towards his own position. After climbing only two steps, he felt a sharp pain in his right leg that forced him to stop moving forward. Turning his head to look, the dismounted Burgundy cavalryman pierced his thigh with a sword, and the blood dyed his white linen trousers red...
Suffering from pain and anger, the man swung the long sword in his hand hard and chopped off the calf of the Burgundy soldier who had the sword inserted in his thigh. Just when he was proud, another Burgundy soldier came and cut off his left arm with a sword.
Pain, severe pain, can make people awake or crazy. The Lombard commander slashed desperately and roared angrily to vent his emotions.
On the battlefield, there is no sympathy. A heavy armor-piercing arrow pierced the Lombard commander's right arm shoulder armor again. His painful shoulder could no longer hold up the stainless steel knight's sword and let the long sword fall to the ground. However, the Lombard's unwillingness to admit defeat prompted him to continue to curse. Although he was vomiting blood and his limbs were disabled, the Lombard commander's curses were still heard.
Whoosh～
A light arrow pierced this guy's left eye socket and nailed it to the grass behind him. The white tail feathers were all red." Words don't count. As long as they are alive, whoever shoots counts. "
"You bastard, why don't you have any chivalry?" "Chivalry? Tell this guy who has gone to see God about your knighthood." Robin pulled out the arrow from the ground as he spoke. He wiped the blood-stained trouser leg and threw it into the quiver. He bent down and picked up the stainless steel knight's sword, and looked at it carefully.
"What a good thing!" After saying that, he took off the scabbard of the sword and searched the whole body, everything valuable and worthless.
"What a poor guy!" Oscar looked at Robin's skillful skills and couldn't help but muttered again.
Robin ignored it and just took off a gold ring on Hutishan's hand and wiped it twice on his clothes.
Looking at the shining golden ring, Robin couldn't help but kiss it twice and then put it in his pocket.
"Hurry, everyone follow, don't let those bastards get away!"
In the crowd, a man wearing silver armor and holding a broad sword shouted loudly. After finishing speaking, he held the knight's sword in his hand and chased after the cavalryman.
"You bastard, stop picking it up! If you are one step slower, nothing will happen to us." Oscar said a word, took out a heavy armor-piercing arrow from the quiver, and followed quickly.
“Damn it! It’s hard to make some money, but you can’t make me happy.” Complaining, Robin still followed Oscar’s footsteps and rushed out. According to the order of the Guards Corps commanding the camp, once they engage in battle with the Lombards, they will definitely take the opportunity to establish a foothold outside the camp. First, it can break the tight siege of the Lombard cavalry on the legion and turn passivity into initiative. Secondly, once the two armies start a large-scale war, the mercenaries besieging the city of Santia will inevitably approach the Lombard Cavalry Legion. In this way, the stalemate on the battlefield will surely be broken. At that time, the Palace Guards Corps will combine with the main battle force of the Welsh Army in Santia City and the remaining surrounding troops to annihilate the Lombard army in the Po River Plain area in one fell swoop. Then he joined forces with Provence, pushed southward, and gradually annexed this powerful country in the south.