Alien Knights

The "news" that pirates and barbarians would enter Muxi Town first spread like wildfire throughout the Silver Ring coalition forces.

Compared with the regular troops of the Northern Legion and the Southern Legion, the nobles are obviously more anxious about this brazen behavior. In their view, there is no doubt that they will win the attack on Muxi Town. The key lies in how to distribute the spoils. Although it was agreed in advance that the Silver Ring Army and the Pirate Barbarians would share 50-50, the first person, no matter who they were, whether it was public or private, would always get more property than others. This has been a practice for thousands of years. How can the greedy nobles bear the sight of the fat in the mouth being snatched away by a group of pirates and barbarians?

As a result, a strange landscape appeared on the marching route. In the front section of the army, the nobles brought their own private soldiers, and under the temptation of wealth, they scrambled to be the first; the Southern Army and the Northern Army, under the urging of Commander Roderick, marched in the middle; while the rear section of the coalition army consisted of a supply team and a logistics team.

In the beginning, the three sections of troops maintained a relatively safe distance, and dispatched messengers to confirm each other's situation at regular intervals, and scouts continued to check the surrounding situation.

But with the passage of time and the boring march, the distance between the troop sections became wider and wider, and the orderlies and scouts gradually disappeared. From the commander to the cook, everyone had only one thought in their minds——Why hasn’t the damned Muxi Town arrived yet?

By the noon of the fourth day, the three-day rapid march had exhausted almost every soldier's stamina, and the entire army was exhausted. The distance between the front section and the middle section of the coalition forces has been widened to 7.5 kilometers. The vanguard troops at the front of the middle section can't even see the dust raised by the front section troops.

As a "Successor" scout, Edgar implanted a new ability in Todd's laboratory a few days ago - "Chameleon Camouflage", which allowed him to get closer to the enemy without being discovered.

He ran at full speed on the plain with a short body, came to the woods under a mound, and found Cumberland who was eating bread with a water bag.

Seeing the returning scout, the old knight wiped his mouth, handed over the food and water in his hand, and waited for the report.

Edgar, who hadn't eaten for a long time, didn't intend to be polite at all, and started eating and drinking after receiving the bread and water. After a while, the scout with a slightly better stomach said to the old knight: "The enemy is divided into three sections. The people in the front have different clothes, armor, weapons, and badges. They don't seem to have any formation, and they are a mess. The people in the middle are obviously regular troops, by the way! I also heard someone call a man named Roderick a commander..."

"Marquis Roderick? That arrogant bastard?" Cumberland rubbed his hands happily, smiling: "This is a great thing for us."

"My lord, I can already see the forward of the coalition forces."

After listening to his subordinate's report, Cumberland waved his hand indifferently: "Let them go, our target is the enemy's commander."

Wearing a full set of armor, Huggins came over with twelve of his subordinates, and asked Cumberland, "Commander, when are we going to attack?"

The old man didn't answer his question, but stared at the thirteen cavalrymen who hid their bodies under their armor, and said, "I heard from the head of the regiment that you have a secret weapon to defeat the enemy with one blow? I'm a little curious."

Huggins shook his head, with helplessness in his voice: "My lord, believe me, you will regret it after seeing it."

Cumberland said indifferently: "Since the commander-in-chief has said that it is a secret weapon, then I will not force you to answer. I ask you and your subordinates to directly attack the coalition commander's guard from the northeast when I lead the troops to attract the attention of the enemy. Remember! You only have one chance! If you fail, I will have to resort to a strong attack to defeat this army."

Huggins put his fist on his chest, patted the armor on his heart, and nodded heavily.

Half an hour later, the middle section of the Yinhuan coalition appeared.

Looking down from the sky, the front of the middle section of the army is the Army of the North, and the Army of the South is in the rear. The guards of Marquis Roderick are caught in the middle.

Cumberland got on his horse behind the mound, looked at the subordinates behind him who had fought with him countless times, without saying too much, just hit the shield with the hilt of his sword, and shouted loudly: "Attack!"

The cavalry and sergeants who were ready to go raised their weapons and took a step forward, rolling towards the enemy in front of them like a tsunami.

A long and sharp howling sound resounded on the battlefield.

"Enemy attack!"

The first battle of the defense of Muxi started.

After a round of arrows raining from both sides, the two armies collided without any fanfare. Shields smashed against shields, swords slashed against armor, and the sound of huge and ear-piercing metal impacts continued to be heard.

Cumberland chose the point of attack at the junction of the formations of the Southern Army and the Northern Army, and put more of the main attack force on the Northern Army. On the one hand, this is because the two legions are still unfamiliar with each other, and it is more effective to attack from the joint; on the other hand, because there are many people in the southern legion who used to belong to the same army as their own, and may not give their best in battle.

Sure enough, as he expected, the soldiers of the Southern Legion, after recognizing these familiar faces, immediately adopted the attack method of thunder and rain, roaring louder than anyone else, but retreating their steps, and hitting more of their own shields with their weapons.

Marquis Roderick looked at the battle in front of him, trembling with fright. He shouted to the orderly: "Tell those damn bastards in front! Immediately! Immediately! Get back!"

Just as the orderly left, there was the sound of roaring horseshoes from the northeast of the battlefield.

The thirteen knights maintained a uniform battle line, with no horse behind or forward; the knights' spears were raised to the same height without any trembling, and they were always pointing straight ahead; the horseshoes stepped out and raised, with the same rhythm and the same amplitude.

After being briefly stunned by this strange scene, the company captains of the Southern Army and the Northern Army finally remembered their duties and shouted loudly: "Archers!"

Hundreds of bows were raised, and the arrows shining with black iron were aimed at the galloping knights.

"Let the arrow!"

Accompanied by the sound of the bowstring breaking through the air, a dense rain of arrows shot into the air.

To everyone's surprise, the knights' horses sped up, and the falling arrows were left behind by them. The speed was getting faster and faster, and finally the afterimage of the horseshoe could not even be discerned with the naked eye.

The distance of more than 500 meters took only a dozen seconds. The archers didn't even have time to withdraw from the formation before they saw the figure of the war horse appearing in front of them.

bang.

The knights crashed into the legion like a flaming hammer on tattered wood. An infantryman in heavy armor holding a tower shield was directly knocked into the air, flew back more than six meters, knocked down a dozen soldiers, and slid to the feet of Marquis Roderick.

Huggins patted the mount under him, and the horse leaped into the air. Jumping into the coach's guard, he raised his spear and swept it out, knocking the four knights of the guard flying to the ground, and then stretched out his hand to grab it. The commander of the Silver Ring Alliance Army - Marquis Roderick was dragged onto the horse by him...

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Forty minutes later.

At the other corner of the battlefield, Earl Emerson followed the convoy and slowly moved forward. Suddenly, a group of desperate soldiers ran past.

The count grabbed one of them, and after identifying them, he shouted loudly: "I remember you are from the Northern Legion! What are you doing?! This is AWOL!"

The soldier's eyes lost focus, and he muttered to himself insanely: "They are riding hell horses, they are so powerful, they can't be killed by crossbow arrows, and they can't be stabbed by spears..."

The soldier grabbed the earl's arm, stared into the other's eyes, and repeatedly growled: "Monster! The monster is coming!"

Earl Emerson pushed away the opponent, looked into the distance, and ordered loudly: "Everyone listen to my order! Push down the carriages and form a chariot formation! The archers are in the center, and the spearmen are on the outside."

The soldiers in the rear of the coalition army quickly moved into action. They pulled the carriages full of supplies to a position where they were connected to each other, and several people worked together to overturn the carriages to form a "circular fortress".

More and more soldiers fled back from the front formation. Under Earl Emerson's loud call, some joined the "round formation", but more people who lost their fighting spirit kept fleeing from the battlefield.

Emerson glanced at the soldiers around him. Everyone had panic and uneasiness on their faces. He calmly stroked his mustache with his thumb and index finger, but he was thinking about what happened on the battlefield ahead.

Finally, on the distant horizon, an infantry phalanx appeared. Emerson squinted and saw that he was in the commander's position. The armor and the horse seemed familiar to him.

When the infantry regiment got closer, the opposing coach took off his helmet, and the count finally saw a man he was very familiar with.

"Cumberland..."

The silver-haired old man, covered in blood from head to toe, stared at the familiar face in the "car formation", froze for a moment, and said, "Master Emerson?"

The two old men who used to be bosses and subordinates met again on the battlefield in a dramatic way.

"What happened to Queen Mary and Knight Commander Herman was a mistake made by the Kingdom."

To Cumberland's surprise, Earl Emerson's first words were these.

The old knight's face was watery: "That's a thing of the past, I don't want to mention it on the battlefield. We know each other so well, why don't we save those bullshits of persuading surrender?"

"I agree." Emerson took the helmet from his subordinate.

Cumberland commanded the troops to move forward. He was familiar with the opponent's tactics and made several tentative attacks.

As he expected, the Earl defended the entire "Car Formation Fortress" airtight. Bows, arrows, crossbows, and spears formed several layers of deep attack surfaces. In addition, the convoy originally contained the supplies and supplies of the Silver Ring Alliance Army, food, water, and ammunition, which were inexhaustible. If Emerson wanted, he could even set up tents and build camps in the "vehicle formation" for a long-term garrison.

Cumberland looked at the densely packed arrow tails on the shield, frowned and commanded the troops to retreat, cursing secretly: "Old turtle..."

"My lord, the enemy has retreated!"

Hearing the joyful shouts of his subordinates, Emerson's face was not at all relaxed: "If the enemy has firelights on hand, or temporarily rushes to build a siege device, it will be difficult to defend this "vehicle formation". What I can do now is to delay time and let more people escape back to the capital..."

Before the earl finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers from the enemy camp.

Thirteen knights appeared in everyone's field of vision from a distance. Their armors were covered with scars of different sizes. Their postures did not seem to be charging, but more like participating in a military parade.

At this moment, the soldiers who escaped from the front in the "vehicle formation" lowered their weapons and stepped back in fear. Emerson realized that the "monster" they were talking about appeared...

Soon, the earl verified the horror of these knights with his own eyes. The bows, crossbows and spears clearly pierced into their armor, but they could not cause any damage. These powerful enemies can grab their spears and drag their own soldiers out of the "car formation".

Watching several knights smash the carriage to pieces, Emerson had no choice but to take risks and use the last weapon: "Throw out the kerosene tank! Light it up!"

Accompanied by the pungent smell and scorching red flames, a two-meter-high wall of fire rose in front of the "car formation". The knights' war horses were shocked by the fierce fire, and the startled people stood up, neighing and retreating.

Just when the defenders thought they could breathe a sigh of relief, the captain of the thirteen knights got off his horse, and under the watchful eyes of everyone on the battlefield, he came to the wall of fire. I saw him kneeling on one knee, stretching out his hands to the burning ground, and the flames soaring into the sky instantly subsided.

The stunned soldier looked at the pale Earl Emerson: "My lord, what should we do?"

The old man smiled wryly, "What else can I do? Surrender..."