Chapter 615: Night Attack and Defense (2)

Sack's group failed to attack and had to turn in front of Rulin's spear. The Hall gang behind was just 50 meters away, ensuring the safety of the front companion.
But in such a situation, a group of light cavalry stunned quickly inserted between the two teams of horses, wielding a cavalry sword and passing through with a very arrogant attitude, killing more than 20 elite heavy horses.
Hall, who was responsible for protection, did not want to save. When Sack was about to be censored, his dozens of horses also faced threats. There was also a group of light horse wielding sabers flashing out of the darkness.
Hall and others still kept their speed, and it seemed that the enemy appeared ready to face up immediately, so naturally he could not care about the Sark ahead. But the light cavalry on the opposite side didn't mean to touch hard, and they retreated in a light circle.
In less than a minute, the two light cavalrymen completed a perfect match in the night.
As a result, Sack's heavy ride was defeated. Sack himself was even shot in the vest by his opponent in front of Hall and fell off the horse.
The chaotic heavy ride lost its formation and ran around.
Hall had to protect his own personnel and fled back to the unknown village. When he saw his own city owner, he had to kneel on his guilt and shook his head with a dark face: "Your Excellency, we have failed to defeat the enemy. Sark is also dead."
Kyle Holden had no time to ignore Sack's death. He hated staring at the darkness outside the village, and his mind was very chaotic.
Because in a moment, the sound of snare drums outside the village became louder, accompanied by clanging powerful footsteps.
Infantry, listening to this sound, you know that it is a heavy infantry of at least hundreds of people.
Noble lords who do n’t want to be infantry if they have a little money. They like to ride high on horses. They are both majestic and handsome, and their fighting power is stronger.
If that nobleman can only stand on the ground and fight against people, he will be killed by jokes.
But now, Kyle Holden doesn't know if he should regret it?
Victor Hugo is clearly a wolf, and the nobles in the North called him a ‘monster in the Black Forest’ on his mouth, but he looked down on him at heart, how could he be considered a fat sheep?
Kyle Holden felt that his preparations for the past few months were due, but the purpose of the preparations was obviously wrong. This shouldn't even be thought of going to the cold wind city to take advantage of it.
But now there is no way to go wrong.
The small villages in the wild are not large in size, all the houses that can be demolished have been demolished, and the fortification lines that can be constructed are also constructed. More than two hundred noble knights of Broken Bridge City are all waiting for their opponents to come to fight.
"The enemy should then have infantry, and the number should be quite large. But we can first bomb them with fireballs."
The Lord of the City gritted his teeth and ordered the entourage wizard. He also rubbed the ring on his finger, thinking that he must give his opponent a hard trick later.
A dozen or so wizards and priests nodded their heads. They had prepared a variety of buff arcane and divine magic, as well as a variety of destructive magic, just waiting for the enemy to die.
For example, ‘stone wall’, ‘greasy’, ‘slow’, whether it ’s cavalry infantry, the caster always has a variety of ways to deal with it.
The footsteps of the queue outside the village are getting closer and louder. The atmosphere on the battlefield is naturally becoming more and more tense. The wizards pulled out several powerful scrolls from their pockets, ready to cast spells.
A loud and hoarse command came from the dark wind, "All of them are standing upright, the whole team. The Grenadiers are on the line, ready to throw flaming glue."
The neat pause stopped about fifty meters away, which was not too far away. The bow and arrow can reach, but the power is not enough, and it is not allowed in the dark. The caster has no advantage at this distance.
Outside the village, all three infantry battalions of Hanfeng City appeared. Dense spears pointed in the direction of the village. Soldiers in heavy armour and heavy helmets breathed heavily, staring at the campfires in the village not far away.
Under the light of the fire, you can see the fortifications made of rotten wooden boards as the main material, as well as the tall and burly enemy knight master.
Those are ordinary nobles. When the civilian people saw that they had to retreat from the roadside, they bowed their heads in reverence. Otherwise, there will be some mistakes and blame.
Now, the aristocrats are hiding in the village, staring at the outside with unspeakable eyes and challenging their authority, status and even the life of the big soldiers.
They are big soldiers with mud legs. What are they pinching? The cheapest spear.
What is rebellion?
This is!
Before life and death, all beings are equal. There is no difference between noble and low.
"Soldiers." A clear voice rang out in the dark. "I'm Victor Hugo. I hope you remember this moment. This is your first actual battle, and it will be a battle recorded in history.
When one day you are old, you can tell your children and grandchildren the battle tonight. Tell them that you once followed the command of a great commander and launched an attack on the so-called nobility that was rotten and shameful. "
With this remark, a dozen large boxes were transported from the carriage at the rear. The boxes were full of stout orcs. They opened the boxes after the queue of the lance infantry and took out the burnt pottery jars from the densely packed hay.
The orcs first carefully opened the pottery bottle seal, put on a lighter cloth and ignited it. The cloth used as a fuse was blazing in the night wind, like an oil lamp.
After all preparations were completed, a special grenadier officer commanded, and the orc, whose strength was far superior to ordinary people, threw the pottery jar lighted in his hand.
These 2.0 versions of ‘flame glue’ demonstrated their power when attacking the Winter Hall. Although it is not safe enough, it is cheap enough. Zhou Qingfeng, who owns a wood pyrolysis kiln, ordered large-scale production and storage of this weapon.
Throwing a half-kilogram pottery bottle for fifty meters is a breeze for the orcs. A squad of orc grenadiers threw twelve, and the flaming igniting cloth traced a bright track in the air and fell.
The knight guarding in the village also waited for the opponent's infantry or cavalry to rush directly to death, and the entourage wizard also wanted to play a barbecue by fireball or the like.
Unexpectedly, the enemy on the opposite side is far more fierce than ordinary opponents in playing fire.
Regardless of the fire point flying in, Kyle Holden always felt threatened and subconsciously ordered the archer behind him to "shoot those things."
The archers of Broken Bridge City were also unequivocal, shooting a wave of arrows like beads. They shot quite accurately, and hit three lit pottery bottles in the dark night.
The pottery that was hit immediately shattered, and the wood tar contained in it suddenly dispersed. Some shattered and fell into the open space outside the village, burning a fire. Other pottery bottles landed in the village, as if spreading a wave of tar droplets.
As for the pottery bottles that have not been shot, the spots are different, but in the near future, they are still centered on the nameless village, igniting a dazzling fire.
Only after such a wave, the knights and the knights raised endless fear, they knew they could not hold it-more than two hundred people were crowded in a small village, saying that it is good to call it a high density of troops. pig.
The speed of the pottery throwing is very fast, the orc grenadiers on the opposite side are riveting enough to shake one hand, and then another hand.
The pottery jars are continually going to heaven. At the beginning, they need to be ignited and ignited, and then thrown away.
Because there is already fire everywhere in the village, there is no place to worry about falling.
The fire was burning, and the besieged village immediately started chaos. The knight masters subconsciously gathered in the direction of their own city owners, hoping to get some shelter or listen to an idea.
But everyone soon understood the truth-did they get together to find death? Hurry up and spread out!
The fire idea kept falling, and more than two hundred nobles all looked up, hoping to estimate the falling point and avoid it. If they are fighting face-to-face, they can still stick to it. But now no one is willing to stand still and wait for the fire.
Kyle Holden's attendants raised their heads, grabbed their shields, and helped the host of his own city block the top of his head. He opened his mouth himself, completely ignorant of how to direct.
The wizards and priests of the army made various battle hypotheses, and did not expect that they would encounter such endless pottery bottles flying from the sky.
Now how to do?
Kyle Holden was also anxious, shouting to his subordinates: "Get on the horse and assault. We are noble people, we can't flee without fighting, and we can't afford such humiliating death."