"Soldiers, we will eventually bring back the glory of victory!"
Roaring angrily, Enzo waved Knight's Greatsword, and the war horse beneath him gradually changed from galloping to running, until it was already running wildly when it was thirty meters away.
"Kill!!!"
In the valley, the armies of both sides charged forward fearlessly. They had no choice. The noble guards behind them looked at every soldier who tried to retreat. Only by moving forward could there be a chance of survival.
But as the ground trembled, the rocks flew into the air. Many experienced soldiers turned pale and slashed wildly to the sides, trying to press their bodies against the stone walls on both sides of the Golden Valley.
Most of the wars in this world are like this. Thousands of soldiers are fighting in the valley. Even the military commanders of both sides cannot see clearly which side has the advantage in this war.
Of course, they are not without options, that is, observe the cavalry.
When the slashing and roaring in the valley had made most of the soldiers forget all about killing, the cavalry from both sides had already arrived.
The horses under them were charging. Whether what stood in front of them was their own army or the enemy, they might not be able to tell clearly, so they waved their weapons and regarded everyone within their attack range as enemies.
"Ah!"
When the war horses trampled on the flesh and blood battlefield, screams were endless. The cavalry easily cut through the chaotic battlefield. The moment the cavalry from both sides met, the war reached its peak.
"Kill!"
The Knight's Greatsword in Enzo's hand was unusual. It was engraved with magic lines, making the original iron sword sharper and thicker. The power of the charge of the war horse allowed him to smash the armor of the opposing cavalry at this moment.
The huge head rolled to the ground, and the helmet like an iron can rolled around for several times before it could stop before being trampled into a pulp by countless iron hooves.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!!!!
Compared to Enzo's keen insight and powerful strength, the collision of cavalry in this narrow terrain was more of a zero-distance contact between flesh and blood.
The metal armors collided together, and the war horses that could not escape also had their heads exploded at this moment. Falling to the ground represented death, being pierced by weapons and trampled by chaotic iron hoofs.
Maybe not too many knights were killed by the weapons in the opponent's hands, but in this war, there must be many knights who lost the possibility of standing up because of a mistake.
"The glory belongs to Dragon!"
Enzo, who looked like a young man in his mid-twenties, roared angrily, grabbed a head in his hand, and threw it towards where Viscount Miles was.
Looking at the Enzo and Viscount Miles who were killing everyone, all the nobles on the Viscount Miles side had ugly expressions.
"Viscount Dragoon's son is actually Silver Knight. How could he give birth to such a gifted child!"
This sentence made Viscount Miles, who had always been silent in front of him, clenched his palms tightly. His somewhat blue palms were staring at Enzo, who looked like the protagonist in the center of the battlefield, and he almost couldn't help but throw the magic crystal in his hand at him.
No one was wrong. He was indeed old and had long since lost the spirit he once had. When people grow old, it is inevitable to compare their children, but now it seems that Dragon's children are indeed more than a little stronger than his Miles Family children.
But he didn't dare to take action against Enzo at this moment. Once Enzo was killed by him, the matter would be too involved.
"Perhaps, what Rag said is right."
Viscount Miles looked at Enzo in the distance, and the whole person seemed to be getting older at this moment.
"Lord Viscount, what should we do? Our soldiers seem to be no match for them."
The nobles could not see the results from the chaotic infantry, but they could see from the knights and cavalry who the war was beneficial to.
Obviously, Enzo·Dragon, who had killed five Bronze Knights in a row on the battlefield and even needed three Silver Knights to stop the opponent, had already let them know which way the balance of this war was tilted.
"Kendra, where is your Knight Retainer?"
Miles turned his head and stared at Baron Kendra, the most powerful person besides himself.
"Lord Sheriff, we are ready."
Baron Kendra said helplessly, and then under the pressure of Viscount Miles's gaze, he could only call the fifty cavalry hidden in the Forest in the distance.
This is the most powerful force in his territory. Although he only has a cavalry army of fifty, this army makes him not even afraid of Count Winter's Flying Wolf Cavalry with the same number.
If consumed here, even if Magic Crystal Mine is obtained, the appearance of these personal guards may not be restored.
"Forty Formal Knight, nine Bronze Knight, and one Silver Knight bodyguard, Kendra, you hid it really well."
The other nobles around looked at the fifty knight guards with great envy.
"Ernst, go and bring that Baron Enzo to me."
Kendra waved his hand confidently, and the next moment fifty knight guards rushed out and rushed directly towards the location of Baron Enzo.
On the other side, news came from Viscount Dragoon's men.
"Lord Viscount, fifty more cavalry have appeared in Viscount Miles's army."
Upon hearing the news, Viscount Dragoon looked to the side. The next moment, the dozens of cavalry who finally surrounded Viscount Dragoon also rushed towards the battlefield.
"Kunlan, you lead another five hundred soldiers to attack!"
Viscount Dragoon's heavy voice once again reduced the army beside him by more than half. This time he gathered nearly 5,000 soldiers to Ice Peak Forest, known as an army of 50,000. At this moment, there are only less than 1,500 infantry left with him.
Unlike the previous armies composed of slaves, these soldiers are real soldiers, not cannon fodder, otherwise it would be very heartbreaking to be scattered and killed by their own cavalry Viscount Dragoon.
The same is true for Viscount Miles on the opposite side. The army composed of slaves is cannon fodder and consumables.
When one side's infantry army begins to replenish, its own side will naturally have to respond. This is also the mode in which wars break out between most nobles.
You send out some people, I send out some people, you send out elites, I also send out elites, all thrown into a battlefield, whoever can kill the other side is completely defeated, whoever is the winner.
Of course, the ancient duel method has also improved, that is, when Enzo·Dragon Baron was kicked off his horse by several Silver Knight, a large number of soldiers from the Viscount Dragoon side surrounded him and retreated with the other side surrounded.
This retreat represented the end of today's battle. The Viscount Miles side chased for a symbolic distance and then chose to retreat.
At sunset Twilight, the valley was quiet. Soldiers from both sides had retreated, leaving only corpses on the ground. The number would not be less than five hundred, maybe... a thousand.