Chapter 182 (2/2)

Heavy riding cuts horses, light riding kills people.

The refined iron spear ran through the cavalry's Leather Armor without hindrance, and the spear tip was full of red blood.

At the same time, the northern barbarians on both sides of the assault port immediately closed their bodies from both sides. They held up half their shields to cover most of their bodies. They did not look at the enemy's situation, but stabbed their long guns at the enemy on the horse. Almost every shot can penetrate the body of a cavalry, but it is difficult for the cavalry to hit these northern barbarians with their sabers.

At this time, Alfred had already carried the fangs of the flaming lion in his hand and rushed into the enemy's array with a leap. There were enemies in all directions. Alfred didn't need to pay attention to any situation at all. He just kept chopping or stabbing. As long as he handed out the halberd in his hand, he would bring a life every time.

In the enemy line, Alfred walked like a stroll, ignoring what would be in front of him. He only knew that as long as he pierced the army, it would be the time for the army to collapse and flee. Soon, the northern barbarians began to follow Alfred's footsteps. The cavalry troops that should have pierced the formation of the northern barbarians like a sharp blade and then slaughtered them at will were completely cut and dispersed by these northern barbarians, forming small parts and being eaten away one by one.

Alfred felt that the pressure around him was suddenly light, and the last three cavalry intercepted in front of him had been completely killed by him. There was an endless plain ahead, and he had completely pierced the cavalry. Following Alfred, there were dozens of northern barbarians. Almost everyone was covered in blood. It was unclear whether it was the enemy's blood or his own blood.

Finally, the cavalry seemed unable to bear the fighting and collapsed first.

They pulled the reins in horror and began to choose to run away. Some cavalry didn't even want their horses. After falling off their horses, they got up and ran away immediately. In the twinkling of an eye, the cavalry unit that launched the charge has become a rout and fled in all directions towards the plain. There is no such indomitable charging attitude as before.

Looking at this scene, Alfred did not order the pursuit, but turned his head and looked at the other end of the horizon.

The earth trembled again.

Another cavalry appeared at the end.

The number of cavalry troops is not large, probably only hundreds of cavalry, but these cavalry are wearing heavy armor, holding a lance, and even the crotch mount is also wearing a vest. It is obviously an elaborate heavy cavalry force.

One of the leading commanders stretched out his hand, put down the mask on his helmet, pointed the long gun, and the whole cavalry force began to accelerate slowly. Alfred laughed heartily when he saw the cavalry charging. Behind him, all the northern barbarians with steel wings began to regroup silently. Like Alfred, they had no fear at all.

When Alfred's Halberd also pointed forward, he drank coldly, ”kill!”

”Kill!” All the northern barbarians echoed in unison.

Then, led by Alfred, he launched a fearless charge against the heavy cavalry.

Alfred, the leader, stared at the commander. He felt that there was no place to vent his blood and anger. There seemed to be something in the whole body to explode. He firmly held the fangs of the flaming lion in his hand. He was not sure whether he could live after the war, but he only knew that if he dared to intercept the enemy in front of him, he must tear it up completely.

The two sides are getting closer and closer.

The distance between each other is less than ten meters.

But at this time, Alfred finally made a furious roar, as if to concentrate all his anger on the battle halberd in his hand. He felt the burning flame on the battle halberd, and Alfred suddenly waved the halberd out of his heart.

A reddish air stream suddenly shot from Alfred's Halberd towards the commander.

Fight!

Silver!

After being so close, the commander had no time to dodge. He could only watch the fighting blow up on himself, and then his consciousness was completely surrounded by darkness.

In the eyes of others, the commander of the heavy cavalry was blown to pieces by Alfred's fighting spirit and his crotch mount. The fighting spirit did not stop at all. It swept a few meters away towards the rear of the heavy cavalry army. All the heavy cavalry swept by the fighting spirit along the way were completely blown into a pile of blood foam and meat, and even a whole body was not left.

Seeing such a shocking scene, the heavy cavalry subconsciously slowed down the speed, and everyone felt a burst of fear.

But the iron winged army made a louder roar of excitement, and then rushed towards the heavy cavalry army at a faster speed.

The next moment, the two troops hit each other hard.

However, the expected scene that the northern barbarians were pierced by the heavy cavalry did not appear. On the contrary, the heavy cavalry troops were completely submerged by the fierce guys of the northern barbarians. It's like a stone thrown into the Black Lake, but it doesn't even ripple!

As everyone knows, this heavy cavalry unit was also destroyed.

The night attack tonight also failed.

Wolves?

This is a real lion herd（ To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)