"Ah!"
"Mom!"
"Help!"
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
These specially modified demonic cavalry, even though they were only first-tier for now, could still unleash a sufficiently powerful impact.
These militiamen were utterly incapable of stopping the charge of such a knightly force and were pierced straight through.
The cavalry following behind the knights swung their weapons again and again.
They were exceptionally skilled at dealing with militiamen like these.
Whenever serfs rebelled, they were the ones sent to crush them.
After charging dozens of meters, the cavalry yanked their reins, wheeled around once more, and charged back at the militiamen.
The already terrified militiamen immediately scattered, fleeing in every direction.
Just two charges had sent the militiamen, who had failed to form up in the first place, running for their lives.
The militiamen could not be blamed. The oppressive aura brought by the Blood Ring Knights was simply too overwhelming.
Each of them was like a cement truck—who wouldn't be afraid at the sight of that?
And it was not just one cement truck. Every charge was ten cement trucks, followed by dozens of off-road vehicles.
If this were on a highway, who wouldn't want to keep far away from them?
This left the viscounts, barons, and others holding formation in the rear utterly flustered.
Every officer they had sent to gather the militiamen had either fled or died.
Only a little over five hundred infantrymen holding formation remained at their side.
These were all their private soldiers, highly elite.
Yet they could not even leave now. The Blood Ring Knights rode about around them.
Once their infantry line scattered, the viscount did not dare imagine how the infantry under his command could withstand a cavalry charge.
Charles sat atop Wild Colt, watching the enemy formation without the slightest