The chaotic shouts still echoed in the ears.
As Lannes charged, he could only hear the subtle hum of the wind blowing past his helt.
The war horses from the vast grasslands were all robust, their hooves kicked up mud that flew two or three ters away.
Since they only wore three-quarters thin iron armor and no horse armor, Lannes and his n were much faster than those in heavy armor.
The cavalry advanced between slowly converging infantry phalanxes on both sides, as if passing through two solid walls pressing towards the center.
Through the eye slit of his beak helt, Lannes saw seventy or eighty shield wagons in three rows.
About three or four of them had holes blasted in them by cannonballs, overturned on the ground.
Behind the rocks and shield wagons, guards climbed up, still looking around cautiously in fear.
The armored soldiers struck at the crouching guards with their heads in their hands using their scabbards, "Still squatting, they're here to kill you, run, now."
Before the armored soldiers could get everyone up, Lannes had already arrived with nearly a hundred cuirassiers.
They naturally wouldn't waste their hand cannons on this crowd, instead they drew their military sabers directly.
In the blink of an eye, they covered the few hundred ters, the guards who just stood up were still in terror when they saw a flash of cold light in front of them.
The cavalry swept through the crowd, swinging their sabers left and right.
As the surrounding cavalry rode past, the guards' bodies were felled or even spun by the sabers one after another.
The uneven battlefield did not affect Lannes and his n's charge.
Because divine art flas also rose under their horses' hooves.
It was proven that monks of the Holy Path could also use divine arts and blessings.
After a round of charge, Lannes reined in his horse, wanting to turn for another charge.
However, as he started, he discovered seven or eight enemy extraordinary knights closing in.
"Retreat!" Lannes imdiately assessed the situation.
"Can you really escape, you… hey hey hey!" The grin on the face of the nearest knight captain turned to shock.
In a blink, Lannes miraculously brushed past them at a distance of four to five ters.
Then Lannes, like a loach, slipped left and right, forcibly evading multiple slaughters.
On the battlefield, Lannes only had the slit on his beak helt to see through.
Yet, as if having a bird's-eye view, he managed to bypass three or four enemy cavalry groups.
Not all the knights of the Shattered Stone Plain were useless, at the last mont of escape, a knight squad charged forth.
"Prepare to fire." Seeing no other way out, Lannes roared, pulling a short-barreled hand cannon from his saddle.
The other cuirassiers followed suit, drawing their hand cannons.
An adjacent knight even had the mood to joke, "Holy Father bless, these dwarf things are reliable, didn't blow off my big toe."
On both sides of Lannes and his n's saddles were ingenious stop valves crafted by a dwarf master.
Normally, Lannes and his n inserted the hand cannons into the heavy stop valves, relying on weight and the miraculous tallic properties to engage the gears.
Before battle, the Holy Gunman wound the spring and inserted it.
To fire, they just drew the hand cannons and pulled the trigger.
Unfortunately, this equipnt was expensive, currently only the cuirassiers were equipped with it.
"Stop bickering, we're engaging."
With his left hand extended, Lannes stared ahead intently.
He could already see the enemy's yellow feather patterns clearly.
"Holy Wind!"
The mithril alloy firing lever hand cannon roared, the five knights at the front scread and fell.
Hooves trampled over fallen knights, sabers, longswords, maces, and lances clashed against each other.
The clanging and screams intermingled, even accompanied by the booming of hand cannons.
When both sides passed each other, Lannes' side only lost one person, while almost ten knights from the Shattered Stone Plain fell from their mounts.
"Damn!" Slafak, the intercepting knight squad captain, raised his helt visor, revealing his aged face, the very old knight who demanded a rematch that day.
He could not believe as he watched Lannes' retreating figure.
Both sides were the strongest knights of their respective regions, Lannes and his n even wore lighter armor.
Clearly, as the captain of these eight cavalry squads, Slafak could not accept such a result.
"Pursue them." The old knight lowered his visor.
Ignoring the urgent drumbeats behind him, Slafak decided to keep up the pursuit.
Driving the enemy knights into their formation was his forte.
It was not only his path dependence from decades of life but also the Empire's centuries-old path dependence.
Not everyone has a nimble enough mind to adapt to changes.
Seeing over a thousand knights pursuing from behind, Lannes laughed, "Caught a big fish."
With over a thousand knights chasing him, Lannes received support from five hundred knights dispatched from his main force.
Mutually covering each other in retreat, they held the Shattered Stone Plain knights while avoiding allowing them to lose track.
A tragic lee like the Cossack style in another era was rare at this ti.
Cavalry charges were a ga of courage and madness engulfing cowards, three-quarters of the combat power was willpower.
Most of the ti, knights fought intensely, and after a long battle, the casualties were only single-digit.
In so regions, there was also a tradition of dueling among cavalry.
After decades of peace, the knights' skills degraded to the extent they couldn't even form proper lines.
In contrast, knights had much harsher lethality against infantry and commoners.
Seeing smoke and flags rising on the hillside in the distance, Lannes no longer lingered, heading straight for the cavalry gathering at his main camp.
The knights of the Shattered Stone Plain above ingested potions and directly followed.
The sound of hooves grew closer, gunners stood on the carriage fras eagerly awaiting.
Soon, hundreds of knights flying the fleur-de-lis banners appeared within sight, rapidly closing along the white line on the ground.
"Hey hey hey, we're not in position yet." Seeing the gunners inserting iron stakes into slots nearby, Lannes hastily shouted.
"We see it." A familiar gunner at the sand cannon rolled his eyes.
"Praise Holy Thunder!"
A brown-orange cannonball grazed the warhorse's mane, slamming into a knight's collarbone heavily.
To everyone's shock, the knight was flipped by the cannonball's imnse force and his warhorse's tugging, before crashing to the ground.
When the knights' hooves stepped over the freshly spilled blood, they understood why the knights they engaged were so terrified.
What terrified them more was the collective roar from below, "Praise Holy Wind!"
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Seeing over a thousand knights repeatedly failing in slaughter attempts and reckless charges, Count Latis clenched the sword hilt harder.
"Can the shield wagons keep advancing?"
"At most half of them, the rest refuse to advance at any cost."
Count Latis took a silver flask from his chest, sipped a potion inside, finally calming down, "The enemy only has four phalanxes, we have eight, pressing forward is the only chance, no close combat ans no opportunity."
"What about the Slafak Knights?"
Count Latis, although angry, was unsurprised, "Send the Red Feather Arrow Knights to assist, no reckless attacks."
"Your Excellency, the enemy's spring cannon is too deadly, knights should not..."
"Forget the cavalry, the infantry will engage now." Count Latis rudely interrupted the Knight Commander.
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