In an instant, n and horses were overturned.
Marshal Jill severed the neck of an Iron Tortoise with one swift sword stroke. He glanced at the restless and uneasy foot soldiers of the Iron Tortoise, and his lips curled into a bloodthirsty sneer.
In ancient battles, no matter how strong an army is, encountering a rear attack from the enemy will throw them into panic. Even the world’s top forces, like the Iron Tortoise, are no exception.
Especially when these Iron Tortoise are fighting dismounted.
Enemies entangled them in the front, making it difficult to break away from the battle line and form ranks facing backward.
And with enemies about to charge from the rear, they found it hard to commit wholeheartedly to the fight against the enemies in front.
Not to ntion Marshal Jill’s feat of defeating the giant Batulu, which unprecedentedly shook the Iron Tortoise’s morale.
"Hold them at all costs!"
Marshal Jill shouted his order.
His armor was covered in bloodstains, lacking any semblance of a "Holy Knight," resembling instead the dreaded Devil known as "Bluebeard" from Losa’s era.
The heavily battered infantry leaped out from the barricades without hesitation, launching a desperate charge at the Iron Tortoise attempting to retreat.
On the other side.
Having swiftly cut through a thousand-strong squad of mounted cal cavalry, Jeanne shouted hoarsely, at the top of her lungs,
"Ignore the light cavalry, our only targets are those armored n; don’t give them a chance to mount their warhorses again, don’t let the blood of our brethren in the barricades be shed in vain!"
She didn’t know how many could hear her cries, but she continued charging forward; the cavalry behind her would naturally follow her banner, even if an abyss lay ahead!
After one charge, at least over a hundred cavalry lay fallen on the path.
Especially the scout cavalry; their training ti was limited, martial skills, equipnt, and battle experience were far inferior to the Winged Cavalry and Monastic Knights, and in solo combat, they were no match against the cal riders.
Even using lance-charge tactics, they could at best trade one for one with the enemy.
Being at the outermost periter, they were reduced to just over twenty after piercing through the enemy’s cal cavalry squad. The survivors were either missing an arm or were covered in blood, barely able to sit on horseback with little combat capability left.
But the cal cavalry squad suffered even greater losses!
They were faced with the strongest and most fearso first charge using lance-charge tactics from the cavalry.
Especially those cals blocking the central position of the wedge formation where the Winged Cavalry were, facing the heaviest casualties.
For the wedge formation thickens towards the center, and right behind the Winged Cavalry were more than twenty Armored Archers. This heavily armored cavalry unit, not inferior to the Iron Tortoise, excelled in archery, and wielded their lances with equal prowess.
In the blink of an eye.
The enemies in front of Jeanne were cleared; she could clearly see at the foot of the city wall, where the Varangian Guard were clambering over the barricades, entangling the withdrawing Iron Tortoise.
These heavily armored warriors wielding Two-Handed Axes were the most threatening infantry against the Iron Tortoise, like fire brigades ready to be thrown into any dangerous battle line imdiately.
Their losses had already exceeded half. The remaining fifty or so, each one wounded, so dragging a limp, hanging arm, yet they still picked up their axes to confront their foes.
In Jeanne’s heart, it was as if a raging fla was burning.
She urged her steed "Grape" forward relentlessly, the warhorse’s mane flying in the wind. She raised her Holy Spear high, sweeping past an Iron Tortoise who raised an Iron Mace in her path.
Without any grand gestures.
In an instant, the Iron Tortoise collapsed, a bloody hole gaping in his chest, as the heavy armor was torn like a sheet of paper.
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