Chapter 414: Chapter 50: Breaking Defense_3
The newcors leaped onto the ridge from a reverse slope, as if Dragon Tooth soldiers were erging from the earth itself.
Winters couldn’t tell friend from foe, but judging from the Herders’ posture as they faced a great enemy, these newcors were certainly the Herders’ foes.
Having assembled in front of their camp wall, the Herder Cavalry initiated a charge towards the unfamiliar cavalry, starting at full speed right from the beginning.
anwhile, the unknown riders on the ridge started moving, yet they controlled their horse’s pace, beginning a slow trot.
It wasn’t until Winters returned to the main camp that he got a clear view: the arriving unfamiliar cavalry all wore long-tubed hard boots, black breastplates, and Morion Helts.
The Herder Cavalry sward forward, soldiers following their Centurions, Centurions following their Chiliarchs, with hardly any formation to speak of.
The formation of the strange black-armored cavalry, on the other hand, took shape even as they trotted.
They faced the enemy with nine rows in a horizontal line, led by five riders at the front.
Winters had never seen any cavalry able to control their pace with such precision.
The distance between the black-armored riders was always three tis that of the left and right distances.
Therefore, the overall formation of more than five hundred cavalry was twice as wide horizontally as it was in depth.
Even though the black-armored cavalry were restraining their horses’ speed, the sense of intimidation they brought far surpassed that of the galloping Herders.
Alaric raised his spear high and cried out, charging at the forefront.
Even the most cowardly Herders would feel courage surge in their hearts at the sight of Haug Koda at this mont.
Alaric had never expected that such a force of enemy reinforcents would arrive at this mont.
No matter what, this reinforcent should not have appeared here, yet here they were.
Fortunately, the black-armored cavalry were not nurous. He thought, eliminate the reinforcents first, then turn back to the fort, and he could still achieve a glorious victory.
“Co on! Co on! Sons of the heavens!” Alaric roared, “How could we ever lose a cavalry fight?”
The opposing black-armored cavalry also began to pick up speed.
In the deafening sound of galloping hooves, two civilizations, two types of cavalry, were about to collide.
Alaric leaned forward on his horse, extending his spear desperately towards the enemy. In a cavalry clash, the closer the weapons to the enemy, the better.
The other Herder Cavalry did the sa.
Herders without spears deliberately slowed down, staying in the rear, ready for hand-to-hand combat after the impact.
With only a few horse lengths between them, it was only then that Alaric was shocked to see that the black-armored riders were not holding spears or swords.
In their hands, they all wielded two odd-looking short firearms.
“How can one fire with just one hand?” wondered Alaric, puzzled.
But there was no ti left for thought.
“Click!”
A spark, followed by red flashes, gunpowder smoke, and gunfire.
A series of gunshots.
Wheellock guns!
At a distance too close for any closer, the first two rows of black-armored cavalry pulled the trigger.
Alaric just felt a heat in his groin and chest as hot blood gushed from two wounds.
More than half of the Herders in the front row fell from their horses.
The black-armored cavalry either drew another firearm from their boots or simply discarded the guns to fight with war hamrs and sabres.
Amidst the gunpowder smoke, gunfire, and screams, the two forces engaged in a lee.
Alaric fell from his horse first and was then repeatedly trampled by Herder Cavalry coming from behind, hovering close to death.
Even without being trampled, the two wounds in his groin and chest would have been enough to claim his life.
As his strength and consciousness rapidly faded, his last monts were filled with bitterness and confusion.
“I beca a Chiliarch before I was thirty, how could I die so young?”
Tal Alaric—known as the most knowledgeable among the Herders about the world beyond the steppe, the Eagle in the Rain—passed away amidst endless sorrow, aged twenty-nine.
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