The earth shook, and the ground made a rustling sound, like a biscuit placed on an oven, waiting for the fire to burn and dry, and the tremor was so slight that man could not even notice the abnormality or tilt of the ground.

But the horses could sense it, and they began to stir, and the ants and insects that were hiding in the small holes in the dirt also fled and crawled out, because if they did not leave, the hiding place on which they depended would become natural burial chambers, and they would be crushed to death in them.

The tumult of the horses naturally aroused the mind of Sir Herens, who gently comforted his close companion and quickly calculated it in his mind.

Even if he has been on the battlefield for a long time, he naturally judged from his rich experience that there was a large number of enemy troops approaching at this time, and there were many of them and the distance was also very close, and the situation was urgent at this time, and every minute of time was precious.

Yes, Herens still thinks that the humans are on the superior side, because the enemy is just some brainless corpses, and even if they sneak up, is there any difference between a sneak attack by numbers and a frontal attack, anyway, the humans just need to wipe out all these ugly guys.

If it was a surprise attack from the human cavalry, perhaps Hellens would have to think about how to regain the disadvantage now, but in the face of a group of controlled corpses......

A thousand years ago, humans could drive them out of this continent and drive them to the bitter cold land outside the Cypriots, and after a thousand years, humans can still do it, and he Herens will tell them what human valor is by his own name, and he will be remembered by history. And it has been recited through the ages.

Every knight wants to squeeze into the nobility and achieve the prestige of his own family. The greatest pursuit is nothing more than to become famous in the mainland. It's a small Middle Ages, and a few Westeros city-states are all there is to it.

And there are very few things in this world, and if you don't pursue the pleasures and excitement of modern life, then you are nothing more than the pursuit of power and money.

The Iron Throne of the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms means power, and what Herens is facing at this moment means fame.

No one wants to have a prestige, the name of the first swordsman of Jaime King's Landing, those that exist in the legends. Isn't Herrens not like a hero who resists aliens and expels their ancestors, he is also like him, and now, he has such an opportunity.

Sir Helens, who could be jointly elected by the nobles who crossed the Three Forks and the Arryn Valley nearby, naturally had two ideas, and he had his own real talents, otherwise he would not have sat in this position.

His style is neither aggressive, nor steady, nor adept at tricks, nor is he conventional. It can be said that he is a very qualified army leader, and in battles large and small, he can always find the most suitable method to win the battle. Resisting the Strange Spirits is really safe for him.

It is not surprising that the nobles and knights were able to elect such a good talent, and never underestimate the hidden heritage of the nobles, in this world they were very bored, and the Middle Ages, which did not develop much entertainment, could only make them study what they had at hand.

For example, war, such as intrigue and power struggle, sometimes focused people are more terrible than smart people, and they tend to explode with incredible progress.

He didn't hesitate for too long, and even at this moment, he ordered in less than three breaths, "The whole army is ready, pay attention to meet the enemy, immediately prepare to accelerate, and the moment they see the enemy, it is time for them to charge." ”

"We're going to give these skeletons a taste of the knight's prestige, let them tremble in our iron horses, and turn to powder under the charge of our cavalry, and let us wipe out everything that lies ahead!"

As Herens's voice grew louder and louder, the lower-level officers around him who were in charge of their own cavalry teams immediately passed the order in an orderly manner, and under Herens's order, this torrent of war like a prehistoric beast immediately moved.

Bands of horsemen crossed the forest with their horses, some withered and sparse branches and leaves slightly detached from their sturdy bodies, and they no longer concealed their shape, like black cheetahs, moving faster and faster through the woods.

Almost everyone who could become a knight was a good hand at warfare, and they were not the peasants with knives and forks in their hands, or the town guards who had changed their skins but still remained intrinsically separated from the peasants, and the ordinary soldiers who could not even understand how to ride a horse.

They were carefully selected, probably knights who had been passed down from generation to generation, had enough food and nourishment to nurture their strong bodies, and they even had this great martial arts and equipment, which was almost a world away from ordinary soldiers.

It is not nonsense that a knight can deal with three or four soldiers, if it is not a siege, he may have dealt more, and under the charge of the cavalry group, the number has become a meaningless number, they have always crushed everything in front of the iron cavalry to powder, and never missed.

What's more, most of them here are the private soldiers of the nobles, as well as those wandering in the wilderness, each of them is the existence of old fritters among the knights, they know that they know their catties and strength, and they will respond to the call of the nobles when their strength is enough, otherwise they will be sent to death.

The horses began to gallop in small increments, leading their masters and galloping through the vast forest, the knights tightly wrapped in their cloaks, lowering their bodies and finding their center of gravity.

The branches whipped against their cloaks and helmets with a rustling and crisp sound, and then soon they could no longer support the continuous cavalry, and they broke completely.

The scattered cavalry began to weave in and out in small formations, and the speed at which they ran did not disrupt their formation or formation, and the rapid march was the simplest skill of the knights, who were like a long snake, staggering through the forest like graceful dancers.

The dense forest is their cover, the soil and war horses under their feet are the stage for them to gallop, and they are the most powerful weapons in this world.

When you look down from above, you can see that the entire forest has turned into a torrent of steel, and the trees and the cold knights merge into one, and they are slowly stirring like cogs.

Black torrents weave through the forest. It was as if the whole forest had come to life.

Fast! Faster!

A howling cold wind hung over Atria's unsheltered young face. The sharp wind like a blade blew him painfully. But this is nothing for Atria, although the knight's life is very good and does not need to worry too much about food, it does not mean that the knights are all pampered existence.

Once a knight loses his most powerful power, it means that he is worthless and has nothing.

Faster than this Atria had tried in the valleys and grasslands, but on weekdays he needed to take care of his horsepower and not let go of the run. But now, under the order of the all-army assault, there are no knights who are estimating this.

All the knights were skilled in riding and could run fast while maintaining a good formation, and Atria was no exception, following his team through one swift detour after another, rounding the dense forest, and then encircling the enemy in front of him.

But seriously, Atria hasn't seen the shadow of the enemy yet.

The strong wind blew in his face, making him unable to open his mouth. A strong wind will pour in from one mouth, and he can only close his mouth tightly. There was no sound, but how fast the cavalry was advancing at full speed, a thousand kilometers away seemed to them nothing more than a matter of blink of an eye, and soon, Atria noticed that the speed of the team was a little faster.

He was in good spirits, even if he was an idiot, he could know what was going on, it was clear that they had spotted the enemy, and the cavalry was entering the final charge.

"Charge! Charge! ”

The voices of the knights leading them in front of them came to their ears, and under the high-speed movement, they still maintained good physical strength and stability, and their voices were clearly transmitted along the wind.

With his legs tightly clasped around the horse's belly, Atria squinted his eyes at the looming shadow in front of him, and then desperately urged the horse under him to gallop over.

"Rush! Rush! Rush! ”

The roar in his ears became stronger and stronger, and Atria's whole person also entered a state of acceleration, the war horse was galloping wildly, and he was still desperately continuing to urge the war horse, making himself seem to become a flame galloping.

Closer, closer and closer, a hundred meters away in an instant, and the phantom in front of them quickly became clear, hideous skeletons and rotting corpses, they held all kinds of weapons in their hands, and their faces showed numb and hideous dead faces.

But there was no panic in Atria's heart, as if he had fallen into some kind of frenzy, he clenched the sword in his hand, and then jerked it high and rushed forward.

"The Seven Gods are with me!" He shouted.

"Bang!" With a bang, the strong war horse suddenly knocked the enemy in front of it into the air, and the rotting ghoul flew upside down a few meters in the air, its body was as fragile as a pancake, and it made a crisp fracture sound in mid-air, and it had been knocked out of shape.

Like a savage beast, the horse swoops through the hordes of ghouls, like the sharpest knife cutting through the softest butter cake, knocking all the enemies in its way with no effort.

"Boom!" "Wow!"

Atria didn't hesitate, the long sword slashed down, cutting off the head of a diagonal ghoul, and the torrent of cavalry collided with the black crushed figure of the ghoul, converging into a thicker sea of swords.

The sound of the clash of swords and weapons and the neighing of men and horses converged, undulating in this ocean of life, the cavalry's charge was not over, they were still frantically exerting the aftermath of galloping, a large number of ghouls in front of them were smashed to pieces, and these battle-hardened knights did not hesitate to harvest the heads of the fish that slipped through the net on horseback.

The two torrents converged, and there was no doubt that the steel torrent representing the knight quickly devoured the black and oppressive ghouls, and even when the cavalry swept through the border like leaves, there was nothing left behind them to move.

In the chaos of the crowd, Atria frantically waved the long sword in his hand, slicing off the heads of one after another ghouls who dared to approach him with sharp blades.

Some of these ghouls have become skeletons, but some of them still have the appearance of humans, and although they are slightly decomposed, they are almost unmistakably human, except for the blood stains of fatal wounds.

But Atria did not show any mercy in killing them, these are enemies, not to say that they are ghouls, even if they are really living humans, Atria will not hesitate, because they are enemies.

The most powerful part of the cavalry charge lies in the dense impact force, and the strong war horse charges at high speed like an oncoming tank, and there is almost no chance that those who will be charged head-on will survive.

But in addition, the knight on horseback is also a source of threat, the war horse cannot be in a state of charge forever, when it is intercepted, the speed will drop down a little bit, this is the moment for the knight on horseback to exert his power, the knight who is much higher than the average person has a natural advantage, their long sword is like the death scythe on the battlefield, quietly falling in the corner where those ghouls cannot attack and resist, and then take away the activity of a ghoul.

Atria's war horse soon fell into a siege, the war horse lost its powerful impact, but still maintained the forward maneuver, Atria skillfully used the usual practice of chopping and chopping a few movements, trying his best to calm the nearby and front ghouls, opening the way for the advance of the war horse.

Knights are most taboo in battle to fall into the encirclement, even if the knight is strong in combat, in the face of encirclement from all sides, he will accidentally die, and any injury on the battlefield can be the source of all deterioration and become a catalyst when death comes.

"Kill! Kill! Die. Atria didn't care, frantically slashing the long sword in his hand, these ghouls didn't know fear or pain, like ants who were not afraid of death, regardless of casualties, they jumped towards Atria in a frenzy, trying to pull him off his horse.

Naturally, Atria couldn't let them get his wish, and he desperately resisted, and the long sword was wielded with the wind, forming a tight line of defense around him.

On this side, he urged the horses to move on, and on the other side, he kept harvesting the heads of the ghouls, trying to get out of the battlefield as soon as possible.

I don't know how long it took, just when Atria felt that his hands were a little sore, his eyes suddenly became clear, and there were no more draugrs rushing towards him frantically, surrounded by the same knights as him, but the blood stain showed that their condition was not much better.

"We're out." Atria was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic, and he looked behind him to see that the knights had not suffered much damage, but the ghouls that had crossed the border had become non-moving.

It's as if they were just corpses. (To be continued.) )