Chapter 545. The fight in the square

In the Seria Fort, there is no room for more than 14,000 heavy cavalry, all of whom are mounted on horses and lined up, and if there is no charging distance, it is actually better to meet the enemy with an infantry formation.

Although most of the cavalry training is on horseback, the knight's sword is also part of the training, and at this time, the horse is temporarily converted into infantry, which also has strong combat effectiveness.

Outside of Fort Celia.

Phatis looked at the empty walls of Fort Seria with some confusion.

It stands to reason that the enemy has attacked the city and has already approached the city, and this city wall is the most favorable defensive terrain, as long as some archers are arranged, it can cause great losses to the besieging troops.

Phatis knew that the fort was full of cavalry.

But even so, they shouldn't have given up such an excellent defensive space on the city wall.

In Fatis's opinion, the 14,000 heavy cavalry of Seria Fort had been blocked in the castle.

Their heavy cavalry methods can no longer be used.

Therefore, their knightly spears, which were long and heavy, could actually be used as javelins, thrown from the city walls, and their lethality was definitely no less than that of the archers.

For this reason, the Fatis cannon fodder has been prepared - the 15,000 infantry troops of the Northern County Coalition have been completely disrupted and driven to the forefront by the Swadia army led by Fatis.

At this time, they were carrying the siege wood that Fatis had already prepared, and they were slamming the gates of Fort Selija one by one.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The stout and heavy siege wood was carried by hundreds of infantry of the Northern County Coalition Army, and they bombarded the gates of Fort Seria fiercely.

However, to some surprise of Fatis, the gate of Fort Selia, which was originally expected to be able to be blasted open with a maximum of ten bombardments, had been bombarded by siege trees for more than thirty times at this time, and it was still as steady as Mount Tai.

The degree of sturdiness and impact resistance far exceeded Fatis's expectations.

"Dispatch the second siege tree!"

Fatis's order was repeated by the ten Swadian royal knights around him, and it spread with clarity throughout the army.

In the Seria Fort, the orange light on Viscount Kami's body was already a little faint.

He glanced back, and found that Baron Cell, by this time, had already put his army in order, and immediately opened his mouth to give orders to his private army.

"Knights, arrange your formation, and we'll retreat to the big army."

Soon, Viscount Cami led his private army and quickly retreated to the military formation in Fort Selia.

Baron Cellre and many nobles, although deep down, still have hatred and resentment towards Viscount Camy, but they did not open their mouths to stop it.

Viscount Cammy's private army is also a very strong force after all.

Moreover, Viscount Cammy's previous behavior was almost delaying them with his life, although the enemy seemed to be weaker than they imagined, and he was successfully held out by Viscount Cami for so long, but now that they have been put in order, they are indeed no longer qualified to ask Viscount Cami to always be at the forefront.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Two loud bangs came one after another, and the gate of Cylia Castle, which had already been loose, was suddenly smashed and fell to the ground with a bang.

The gates of the city have been broken, and there is no longer a barrier between the two armies.

Fatis looked through the gate of Seriaburg and looked at the heavy infantry in neatly armored and carrying knights' swords on the square of Seriaburg, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Especially those nobles of the Nanjun Lords who wore leather armor and stood in front of the army, at this time, in their hands, they were no longer knightly swords with handicrafts, but real knightly swords.

Fatis, but the one who was extremely angry with these nobles of the Southern County was they, a rumor, disrupted his elaborate plan, and at the same time pushed Kant down to the opposite side of the entire human nobles.

"Herald! Siege with all your troops! ”

Fatis did not have any extra words and gave orders directly.

"Herald! Siege with all your troops! ”

With ten Swadian knights wielding their extraordinary powers, he spread his orders throughout the army.

The infantry of the Northern County Commander at the forefront were all excited and poured into the Seria Fort like a tide.

In fact, they did not know at this time that they were being used as cannon fodder by Fatis.

They had long been isolated from their true masters, the noble lords of the Northern Counties, and now, they had been completely disrupted by Fatis and rearranged the phalanx.

With the amazing battle before, they were extremely convinced of Fatis's orders.

Although they had only fought soy sauce in the phalanx before, this did not prevent them from taking a little credit for their victory on themselves, and as a result, the heavy cavalry of Nanjun Ling, which had been able to make them fearful like tigers, became an ordinary army in their eyes.

And now in this battle, in their eyes, it was the army of Nanjun Commander, who was beaten by them and did not dare to take a chance, and even allowed them to directly attack the city gate without the slightest hindrance.

It was much easier than the attack on Masburg.

Therefore, as soon as the city gate was breached, the 15,000 infantry of the Northern County Coalition Army, who received orders from Fatis and did not know that they were being used as cannon fodder, rushed into the Seria Fort with extremely high morale and shouts.

"Kill! Kill the weak chickens of the Southern County Leader! ”

"The heavy cavalry of the Nanjun Commander is just a bunch of waste, kill it!"

"Kill! The other side is garbage that can't even break through the shield array of our infantry lineup! ”

"Kill! Rush! The waste of the Southern County Collar has turned into infantry! ”

"Let's harvest this bunch of rubbish that doesn't even have a shield, rush!"

In addition to the spears used to deal with the cavalry, the soldiers of the infantry camp of the Northern County Lords were also equipped with machetes designed for foot combat, as well as light and strong log shields.

"Knights! Against! ”

Baron Cell, standing at the forefront of the phalanx in Place Celia, dressed in delicate leather armor, holding a sharp knight's sword in his hand, exuding a faint green transcendent power, issued orders loudly.

At the same time, he took the lead in meeting the infantry of the Northern County Lord's aristocratic coalition army.

"Knights! Kill the enemy with me! ”

The nobles of the Southern County Collar also shouted loudly.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Let the miscellaneous pieces of the Northern County Commander taste the taste of our knight's sword!"

The allied infantry of the Northern County Lords, who had swarmed into the castle, soon fought with the 14,000 knights or knightly squires who had formed a phalanx of heavy infantry in the square of the castle.

Soldiers, the central square of Fort Seria, was packed.

The fierce fighting between the two sides, the sound of shouting and killing, the sound of weapons colliding, and the sound of sharp blades cutting, converged into one, extremely noisy, extremely noisy, in such an environment, all the soldiers who fought were actually no different from deaf, but their ears kept buzzing.

They can only see a dozen or dozens of people around them, and they don't know the overall situation of the war at all, they only know that when they see a guy who is not from their own camp, they just use the machete in their hands, or the knight's sword in their hands, and greet them fiercely.

In such a fighting environment, everyone becomes fanatical and restless, and there is no crisis of morale collapse at all, even if they fight with red eyes.

The central square of Fort Seria soon turned into a flesh millstone, constantly devouring fresh life.

The ground began to thicken, and it was a thick stream of blood, slowly curling.