"Get ready!" Zhao Han's voice echoed in their ears. The villagers gripped their weapons tightly, their hearts filled with tension and anticipation. They knew the battle was about to begin.
The three cavalrymen charged like a raging storm, and the villagers instantly felt an unprecedented pressure.
Zhao Han took a deep breath and silently recited, For the village, for our duty!
Just as the cavalrymen were about to crash into the villagers' line, the battle erupted.
Horses galloped through the mud as the knights brandished their lances and thrust them at the villagers.
Zhao Han and Little Illusion shouted, "Throw the stones!"
"Throw the forks!"
A shower of stones and forks flew at them.
With a series of thuds, the horses panicked.
One after another, they began circling instinctively.
The cavalry charge was halted.
They had no choice but to regain control of their horses and fight again.
Meanwhile, Zhao Han fought with all her strength. Her wooden stick carved arc after arc through the air, striking the cavalrymen's Leather Armor with dull thuds.
"Quick, all of you fall back!" Little Illusion shouted, trying to direct the villagers' retreat in an orderly fashion.
She was still too young.
All she knew was that, faced with a cavalry charge, the villagers had to retreat.
After all, they had just thrown away their weapons.
But retreating at this moment would throw the entire group into chaos.
"Everyone stay calm. Only then can we find a chance to strike back."
"Hide behind the houses first."
Although the villagers were outnumbered, they resisted with all their might.
With no weapons left, everyone had no choice but to retreat behind the houses.
At that point, Zhao Han and Little Illusion went to fend off the cavalrymen rushing at them.
The villagers' weapons were still far