Sak and his gang failed to attack, so they had to turn in front of Rulin's spear. Hall and his gang following behind were fifty meters away to ensure the safety of their companions in front.

But just like that, a group of light cavalry quickly inserted into the middle of the two teams of horses, waved cavalry swords and walked through in an extremely arrogant manner, killing and injured more than 20 elite heavy cavalry.

Hall, who was responsible for the protection, didn't want to save him. When Sack was about to be censored, his own dozens of people were also threatened - a group of light cavalry waved their sabers and flashed out of the darkness.

Hall and others still retained their speed. As soon as they saw that the enemy appeared, they were ready to fight, so they naturally didn't care about Sak in front. However, the light cavalry on the opposite side had no intention of confronting each other head-on, and they took a very light turn and retreated.

In less than a minute, the two groups of light cavalry completed a perfect cooperation in the dark.

As a result, Sack's heavy rider was defeated. Sack himself was even shot into the vest by his opponent in front of Hall and fell off the horse.

The chaotic heavy cavalry lost its formation and ran around.

Hall had to protect his personnel and flee back to the nameless village. When he saw his own city lord, he had to kneel down with guilt, shook his head with a sinister face and said, "Your Excellency, we were unable to defeat the enemy. Sak was also dead."

Kyle Halton had no time to pay attention to Sack's death. He stared at the darkness outside the village with a chaotic mind.

Because in just a moment, the sound of the snare drums outside the village became louder and louder, accompanied by the sound of sonorous and powerful footsteps moving forward.

Infantry, you can tell that it is a heavy infantry of at least hundreds of people.

Noble masters would not choose to be an infantryman if they had some money. They like to ride high on horseback, which was both majestic and handsome, and had stronger combat power.

If that noble family could only stand on the ground and fight with people, they would be laughed at to death.

But now, Kyle Halton doesn't know if he should regret it?

Victor Hugo was obviously a wolf, but the nobles in the north called him "the monster of the black forest" in their mouths, but they looked down on others in their hearts. Why do they regard him as a fat sheep?

Kyle Halton felt that he had prepared for the war in the past few months, but the purpose of preparing for the war was obviously wrong. He should not think about taking advantage of Hanfeng City, but he had to be careful that the other party would come over.

But now there is nothing we can do if we are wrong.

The wild village is not large in size, all the houses that can be demolished have been demolished, and the fortifications that can be built have been built have also been built. More than 200 noble knights in Broken Bridge City took their place, waiting for their opponents to come up and fight.

"The enemy should be on the infantry next, and the number should be quite large. But we can use fireball to blast them first."

The city lord gritted his teeth and ordered the wizard of the follower. He also rubbed the ring on his finger, thinking that he would definitely give his opponent some harsh moves later.

More than a dozen wizards and priests who followed the army nodded. They had prepared various buffing arcane and divine techniques, as well as various killer magic, and were waiting for the enemy to die.

For example, "stone wall", "greasy", "slow", whether it is a cavalry and infantry, the caster always has multiple ways to deal with it.

The sound of footsteps in the queue outside the village was getting closer and louder. The atmosphere on the battlefield was naturally becoming more and more tense. The wizards took out several powerful scrolls from their pockets and were ready to cast spells at any time.

A loud and hoarse command came from the dark wind, "Everyone is there, stand at attention, and the whole team of grenadiers are out of the line, ready to throw fire glue."

He stopped neatly about fifty meters away, and the distance was not far or near. The bow and arrow could reach it, but the power was not enough, and it was not accurate in the darkness. The caster had no advantage at this distance.

Outside the village, all three infantry battalions of Hanfeng City appeared. The dense spears pointed towards the village. The soldiers with heavy armor and helmets stared at the bonfires not far away, one by one.

Under the fire, you can see the fortifications made of rotten wooden boards as the main material, as well as the burly and tall enemy Knight Master after the fortification.

Those are all ordinary nobles. When ordinary people see them, they must retreat to the roadside and lower their heads to show respect. Otherwise, if there are any mistakes, they will be blamed.

Now, the nobles hid in the village, staring with indescribable eyes at the big soldiers who challenged their authority, status and even their lives.

They are all big-headed soldiers from mud legs. What are they holding in their hands? They are just the cheapest spear.

What is rebellion?

That's it!

In the face of life and death, all beings are equal. There is no difference between nobility and lowliness.

"Soldiers." A clear voice sounded in the darkness, "I am Victor Hugo. I hope you remember that this is your first actual battle and will be a battle recorded in history.

When you get old one day, you can tell your children and grandchildren about the war tonight. Tell them that you once followed a great commander and launched an attack on the corrupt and shameful so-called nobles."

With this word, more than ten large boxes were transported from the carriage behind. The boxes were carried by thick orcs. They opened the boxes after the formation of spear infantry and took out the fired pottery bottles from the densely stuffed hay.

The orcs first carefully sealed the pottery bottle, installed a fire-induced cloth strip and lit it. The cloth strips that acted as fuses caught fire in the night wind, like oil lamps.

After everything was ready, the orc, who was commanded by a special grenade officer, threw out the lit pottery bottle in his hand with great strength.

These 2.0 versions of "Fire Gum" have shown their power when attacking the Winter Hall. Although it is not safe enough, it is cheap enough. Zhou Qingfeng, who owns a wood distillation kiln, ordered the mass production and stockpiling of such weapons.

Throwing half a kilogram of pottery bottles for fifty meters was easy for orcs. A squad of orc grenadiers threw twelve pieces of fire, and the burning fire-burning strips drew bright trajectories in the air and fell down.

The knight master guarding the village was waiting for the opponent's infantry or cavalry to rush up to die, and the wizard of the army was thinking of using fireball techniques and other barbecue.

Unexpectedly, the enemy on the opposite side is much more ruthless than the ordinary opponents in playing with fire.

No matter what the fire point was flying in, Kyle Halton always felt it was a threat and subconsciously ordered the archer behind him to "shoot those things."

The archers of Broken Bridge City were also unambiguous and shot a wave of arrows like beads. They shot quite accurately, and they hit three lit pottery bottles in the dark night.

The pottery bottle that was hit was immediately broken, and the wooden tar inside suddenly dispersed. Some of them broke and fell into the open space outside the village, burning a fire. Some of them fell into the village, as if a wave of tar droplets were sprinkled.

As for the pottery bottles that were not shot, the placement of the pottery bottles was different, but at least the distance was still centered on the nameless village, and a dazzling fire was burning.

After only one wave, the knights were filled with endless fear. They knew that they could not hold on. More than 200 people were crowded in a small village. To be nice, they said that the troops were dense, but not nice. They were all used as roast pigs together.

The pottery bottle was thrown very fast. The orc grenades on the opposite side were all strong. One was swaying, and another one was swaying.

The huh huh pottery bottle kept going to the sky. At first, it needed to plug the fire strip and ignite it, but then it was thrown directly.

Because there are fires everywhere in the village, there is no need to worry about not being able to land.

As soon as the blazing fire burned, the besieged village immediately began to be in chaos. The knights subconsciously gathered towards their own city lord, hoping to obtain some shelter or listen to an idea.

But everyone quickly understood a truth - do you get together and seek death? Let's disperse quickly!

The fire ideas kept falling, and more than 200 nobles all looked up, hoping to estimate the landing point to avoid it. If it was a face-to-face battle with swords and guns, they could still stick to it. But now no one is willing to stand still and wait for the fire to burn.

Kyle Halton's servant raised his head, grabbed the shield, and helped his city lord block the top of his head. He opened his mouth, completely unaware of how to command.

The wizard and the priest made various battles, but they didn't expect that they would encounter such endless pottery bottles flying over from the air.

What should I do now?
Chapter completed!