Black Iron Crown

After a series of battles, Frant's army has transformed into veterans with considerable combat experience.

The full-body iron armor on them brought them unparalleled courage. Now that their lives are guaranteed, fighting the enemy is no longer a terrible thing.

The rebels at this time are grasshoppers on a rope, and everyone fights without reservation. If you want to protect your army at this time, it is quite dangerous.

When the battle situation in other lords was very dangerous, Frante's army stubbornly resisted the counter-rebel army, and for a while they were evenly matched.

"Forward! Forward!" The lords of the anti-rebel army shouted loudly, and the people facing the Farland army were the Earl of Antal and the Earl of Merel.

They looked at the blue moon-watching flower banner in front of them, with hatred and anger in their eyes, and they ordered their troops to attack desperately.

"Knight! Come up with me!" The two gave orders at the same time, and the knights surrounded the two of them and rushed towards Farrant's army.

Frant narrowed her eyes slightly. She looked around and found that the enemy had not arranged manpower to defend the flanks. So she ordered the soldiers to block the charge of the enemy knights, and asked Baron Lindauer to lead four hundred soldiers towards the enemy. The army's flank went around.

"Block it! Everyone, stop it!" Several barons couldn't help shouting loudly as they watched the enemy knights rushing over.

"No one is allowed to retreat this time! If we can't stop the enemy's charge! We are completely finished! If we want to return home alive, we must try our best to block the enemy!"

"Boom!" The knights led by Earl Antal and Merel crashed into the enemy formation.

In just an instant, hundreds of soldiers were knocked into the air, and their life and death were unknown.

If it were normal, such casualties would have caused them to collapse long ago, but now that life and death are at stake, once it collapses, it will be a bigger rout, and they must persevere.

Therefore, it was extremely strange that after enduring such heavy casualties and psychological pressure, these soldiers did not collapse, but continued to rush towards the knight spears one after another.

"Damn it! Why haven't these rebels collapsed yet!" This was the unanimous thought of all the knights.

In small-scale wars, knights are naturally the masters of a war. A dozen knights attack the enemy's dozens of regular troops and more than a hundred serfs.

Nature is always invincible.

But now, they are hundreds of people facing thousands of people, and they can't achieve the results of a small-scale war.

If the momentum of their charge and the first wave of casualties to the enemy cannot cause the enemy to collapse, then the next to suffer losses is them who gradually lose their kinetic energy.

Because these lords have not had much contact with large-scale legion battles, Sunshine still stays in the frontal pig-like tactics of small-scale battles, and is completely unable to use the mobility of the cavalry.

Even though Lehner won several times with the Cavaliers' rear or flank attack on Hammer Felt, they didn't notice the subtlety of Lehner's tactic at all.

Let the heavy cavalry head-on attack the enemy's large-scale infantry phalanx under ordinary circumstances, it would take a lot of brain-dead people to drive them out.

Even if you kill ten infantrymen with one cavalryman, it is definitely not worthwhile, because the resources spent on training a knight can even train a hundred infantrymen.

After all, cavalry is a strategic arm, not just a tactical arm.

Just as the armies of the Counts of Antares and Merrell were held back by the soldiers under Frant, Baron Lindauer had already led the soldiers to the flanks of the two counts' armies.

Therefore, when they were hit by the impact, they were already close to collapse. Under the leadership of Baron Lindauer, four hundred soldiers wearing iron armor and holding spears rushed into the side of the enemy army.

These soldiers originally focused on the battle ahead, they never expected that there would be enemies around them, but in just a short moment, the army showed signs of collapse.

The soldiers on the side were beaten and scattered by the rebel soldiers led by Baron Lindauer, and their running around affected the formation.

"Kill them all! They have collapsed!" Baron Lindauer shouted loudly.

At this time, under the leadership of the Earl of Antares and Earl Merel, the knights who charged against the soldiers under Farrant's command were also surrounded by rebel soldiers.

It was like being stuck in a quagmire, even if they had all their strength, they would never be able to use it.

"Good job!" A lord, under the high pressure of the counter-rebel soldiers, found that Sir Frant's men had defeated the enemy, and couldn't help but applaud.

"Sir Farrant! Come and support us!"

This is a lord who is better with Frant, so he directly asks her for help.

"Continue to strangle the enemy's knights, try to eliminate them all here!" Frante ordered.

Soon, the armies of the two earls were completely defeated by the troops led by Baron Lindauer on the flank of Farland's dispatch road. Baron Lindauer immediately led the soldiers to help other lords.

At this time, except for Frante, the rest of the rebel lords were all in a hard fight. Although the soldiers' fighting will was very high, there were still gaps in equipment, physical fitness, and fighting awareness.

Even if you are not afraid of death, it is difficult to bridge the gap in strength.

Baron Lindauer attacked the flank of an anti-rebel army, and very smoothly defeated the army by hitting the opponent's morale.

A vicious circle appeared on the battlefield. With their help, more rebel lords defeated the enemy, and the situation gradually fell to the rebel side.

"The whole army will charge with me!" Frant drew out the long sword at his waist, pointed at the enemy army in front, and rushed out in the first place.

"victory!"

The knights under Frante's command followed him closely, and more than 80 knights rushed towards the chaotic and flat rebels with an indomitable momentum.

The long sword in Frante's hand flew up and down, and in a blink of an eye, three counter-rebel soldiers fell to the ground, and more people were injured by her horse.

Compared with the northern warhorses, the southern warhorses are still much shorter, and their impact ability is poorer, but in this situation of chasing the remnants of the enemy, no matter what kind of warhorses they have, they have miraculous effects.

Defeated, completely defeated, the Earl of Antares and Merier who were trapped in the siege, as well as other counter-rebel lords frantically fled in the direction of Kasoren Castle behind them.

The long sword in Frante's hand swung suddenly, and her head fell to the ground. She looked at the fleeing enemy in front of her slightly panting, bit her lip lightly, and then ordered: "Stop chasing! What we defeated was not the main force of the enemy, There are more enemies there, retreat as soon as possible!"

Her order was issued, and the soldiers under her command stopped chasing one after another.

Frante still had a high prestige in her own army, and a series of victories made no one here dare not disobey her orders.