Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 228 Horse racing siege, the first battle!
In fact, when the cavalry really launched an attack, especially an attack on a large army, it was never a few thousand people, but tens of thousands of people rushed up all at once. Such a scene only existed in imagination.

If the comrades in the front row did not overwhelm the opponent, once they were forced to stop and fell into a hard fight, think about what would happen when the comrades in the back row pressed up like a tsunami?
At that time, it will become crowded, and the cavalry in the front will have to re-understand what it means to be a man on the left and right or a big man with a full head. This is a matter of self-defeating combat effectiveness.

Therefore, multiple, small-scale charges are the most efficient way for the cavalry to fight, but for the scattered and unprepared Valley people in front of them, any fucking tactics are a waste.

Rush and you're done!
So, Baron Royce Cowart, who was about to choose dinner, suddenly found that he seemed to have become someone else's prey.

Hundreds of cavalrymen, carrying golden halberd mermaid banners, formed a basic cavalry charge formation, and suddenly appeared from the heights of the hill.

No one shouted, and now the Baron could hear nothing but the clatter of galloping horses.

The remaining sanity kept calling the police to let him leave this dangerous place.

But his brain has completely shut down. Baron Royce Cowart couldn't figure out why the cavalry of the Mandalay family appeared here. Shouldn't Lord Jon Royce defeat them?

How can this be?Did they fall from the sky?
Among the 300-man garrison, there are more than 50 people who are still on the horse at this time. When they see [-] cavalrymen rushing down from a high place, everyone's first reaction is uniform.

Run!

The cavalry's hedging is actually to see which side is more desperate. In many cases, it is the more cowardly side. Without the courage to fight hand-to-hand combat, they take the initiative to turn around and flee.

And if you really want to hedge and slash, then one thing is very important, and that is horse speed.

From the beginning of a slow walk, to the slow start of the horse, after the body warms up, the horse starts to accelerate, and the speed gradually increases to the maximum. At this time, the cavalry has the strongest attack power.

Now, the Valley people were caught off guard by Clay. The Valley people might be better at horsemanship, but if they were caught off guard, there was no possibility of their horses speeding up.

In this case, the only result of confronting Clay's cavalry is to be cut down by an opponent whose speed is much faster than his own, with a powerful inertial sword. There is no second possibility.

They were all used to people on horseback. After recognizing the situation clearly, dozens of valley cavalrymen who were still on horseback immediately turned their horses' heads, twisted their bodies and ran away.

But it was too late.

Krissen led [-] elites as the spearhead of the attack. After discovering this situation, he made a decisive decision and immediately ordered to let go of the valley people who were not on their horses.
Baron Royce Cowart saw with his own eyes that the cavalry on his side were desperately whipping the dismounted horse, trying to make it run faster, but it didn't take long before they were caught up by the Mandalay cavalry whose horse speed was much faster than his, and fell off the horse with a sword.

The scene in front of him, to Baron Royce Cowart, was like...

hell!

He couldn't understand why the situation was turned upside down in just a few minutes.

Lord Cowart suddenly wanted to curse.

Jon Royce, you idiot!
At this time, the baron's personal guards finally woke up like a dream. They rushed over, ignored the baron still in a daze, picked him up, and ran to their horses. If they were surrounded by Mandalay, all of them would have to go to see the gods.

……

Faster, faster!

Riding on horseback, Chrisson slammed his legs against the horse's belly, and the spurs made the horse's ribs drenched with blood. The cavalry shouldn't do this, but at this time, they couldn't care about anything.

The dismounted black war horse suffered from pain, and with a long hiss, it suddenly quickened its pace, bringing Krissen closer to the target ahead.

Krissen was sure of it, raised his long sword, and stabbed fiercely at the weak point of the opponent's armor waist.

There was only a scream, and blood splashed out with the drawn long sword, instantly staining the armor of the valley knight.

The cavalryman from Coldwater City still gritted his teeth and persisted, but Chrissen didn't even look at him. He was very confident in his skills. The sword pierced his liver, which was a fatal injury and could not be saved.

Krissen adjusted his direction and turned to chase the next target, while the speed of the horse of the knight who was injured by him just now gradually slowed down. Finally, the man on the horse fell to the ground, and his dilated pupils silently looked at the sky.

Death has found him, and the thin and dense snowflakes melted and then froze on his gradually icy face.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and eventually buried the knight's body.

And the hunt is still going on.

This raid was out of shape from the very beginning. It was originally thought to be a head-to-head battle, but in the end, it turned into a chase.

As the commander, Krissen didn't hesitate at all. He ordered the troops not to maintain their formation, but to choose their own targets and hunt them freely.
Clay originally demanded that he be defeated. After all, the purpose of this defeat was to cover his own horse-snatching operation, but now, as the first-line commander, Collison has made his own judgment, and he believes that Clay will not blame him for this.

Three hundred people ran desperately from all directions. In fact, it was very difficult to catch up with them one by one, but it was all up to this point. Apart from catching up with them and killing them, the 500 people in Krissen had no extra ideas.

A sword pierced the back heart of the cavalryman at the bottom of the valley in front of him. The guy was so flustered that he didn't even have time to put on his armor. Krissen shook his head, but without pulling out the long sword stuck in the opponent's body, he took over the flying weapon thrown by the opponent.

At this moment, he noticed a target, or... a group of targets.

In this chaotic battlefield, everyone is fighting on their own, and the formation formed by the valley people in twos and threes was crushed by him as early as the first wave of charge.

But now, in his eyes, there were actually eight cavalrymen gathered together, vaguely protecting someone.

They have kept a low profile as much as possible, they didn't fly the banner of the nobility, and they didn't wear the burqas representing their own family, but in this battlefield, they are surrounded together, which is the biggest flaw!

Without any hesitation, Krissen immediately called out to a dozen or so cavalrymen who had no target for the time being. He pointed his blood-dripping sword in the direction of the eight cavalrymen and shouted:
"Look there, rush up and entangle him!"

There is never a need for complex orders on the battlefield, and the simpler the order, the more efficient it is.

The cavalry who heard the shouts immediately realized the commander's goal in the direction that Krissen's long sword was pointing. As soon as they gritted their teeth, they all rushed forward, biting the buttocks of the eight horses and chasing after them.

In the middle of the personal guards, Baron Royce Cowart was completely awake at this time.

He has no time to be the father of Jon Royce. He originally thought of leaving in a low-key manner under the escort of his personal guards. Anyway, the responsibility for the defeat does not rest on him at all.

With the 2000 people in his hand, Clay Mandalay will definitely not be able to eat the 5000 people of Jon Royce.

Therefore, it must be that this old guy was deceived by young people without martial ethics.

Royce Kovat reckoned that when Jon Royce came back, he would have no face to deal with himself.

As a great nobleman of the valley and the lord of Runestone City, he was completely confused by Clay Manderly. Isn't it normal for a little baron to be defeated by Clay Manderly?

But now, Clay's soldiers are here to kill him. Royce Covat saw it just now. Just now, someone on his side knelt on the ground and surrendered, and all of them were wiped with their throats by the galloping cavalry.

This is to kill them all!

No, aren't you, Clay Mandalay, not in the northern army?

You brought a bunch of people from Hejian, how much hatred is this, how much hatred?
Royce Covat didn't understand, but he knew very well that his life was up to him whether he was running or not.

Seeing that the cavalry behind were getting closer and closer, Royce Covat was heartbroken, took out his dagger and directly stuck it in the rear of the horse.

There was a tragic neigh, and Royce Covat originally thought that the horse would run faster, but he didn't expect that his own riding skills were not up to the standard, and instead he couldn't control the increasingly irritable horse.

Finally, the galloping horse suddenly raised its front hooves high, and the baron, who was caught off guard, was thrown flying in response.

It perfectly conforms to classical mechanics and draws a beautiful parabola in mid-air.

The elegant baron slammed on the ground hard, and fell completely.

The guards didn't have time to turn, so they could only shout "Lord Baron" and ran farther and farther.

And the disheveled Royce Covat looked at the sword edge that was facing him, with a cold light shining in midair.

His face was pale.

Like snow falling all over the sky.

(End of this chapter)