The Bohemian cavalry troops flew through the wilderness like the wind, and the arrows in the lieutenant general's hand whistling. The arrows fell like raindrops into the troops led by the Earl of Weimar. Earl Ota made a move to attack the two wings with archers, making them unable to rescue the center, while he personally led heavy cavalry and light cavalry to assault the Arodian troops in the center. The shock brought by more than 200 cavalry galloping on horseback was huge. The sound of horse hooves pedaling on the ground was like thunder. The soldiers of Earl Plaunn had never seen such a scene before. They were nervously watching the approaching cavalry troops. The white foam splashed from the mouth and nose of the horses, and the heavy sound of the war horses treading the ground, all of which made the infantry feel the pressure multiplied...

"Spark array, defense." However, the German mercenary group, which had fought several battles with the Bohemia, unhurriedly unfolded the spear defense formation step by step. Their calmness calmed down the 380 soldiers of Count Plaunn.

"Sorry, Lord Gong Xiang, they have never encountered such a strong enemy." Earl Plaun riding on his horse, he uncovered his helmet and mask and said to Arud with apology.

"It's okay, it was the case when we first fought against the Bohemians." Arod shrugged his shoulders and comforted Earl Plaun, but the Bohemian cavalry troops were indeed powerful and came to the front in an instant. However, the noble alliance troops of the Principal of Mason could only passively defend and bear the attacks that the opponent might launch from anywhere.

"Arod, the Earl of Weimar and Thuringian on both wings were attacked by archers. I was worried that if they were defeated, the enemy might flank and detour behind us." Baron Wendell said with some concern as he looked at the two wings that were attacked and harassed by archers.

"There are more than 600 Count Weimar and thousands of Count Thuringians. In terms of number, it is enough for the archers to consume for a while. As long as our center is as stable as a mountain, there will be no problem with the two wings." Aruod knew that as long as the center of the crane wing formation is stable, the two wings will form pliers to clamp the enemy's strength. If the two wings are attacked, the center can also support it at any time. It can be said to be the most practical formation, but he deliberately made the center look very weak. He used what the Europa believed in traditional combat. As long as the center breaks through the center, it is a victory tactic and lures the enemy's cavalry into the center.

"Boom~~~." When the cavalry unit led by Earl Ota entered the position of four hundred yards, the brave count raised the sword in his hand, and the cavalry leaned forward and the horses under their crotch gradually accelerated.

"The soldiers turned us into mountains and smashed these Bohemians to pieces." Aruod remembered the famous chapter in Sun Tzu's Art of War. It was as motionless as a mountain. Xu Jin was like a forest, invaded like fire, and shouted loudly to the soldiers around him.

The Bohemian cavalry, which was getting closer and closer, was like a demon that whipped every soldier and general's nerves. The German mercenary group was able to maintain its formation with a sense of collective honor and strict professional training, but the soldiers of Count Plaunn were not only heavy infantry, but also knights were able to stabilize. The light infantry standing in the first row had begun to retreat, and there was a gap in the connection between them and the German mercenary group.

"It's there, to the left." Earl Ota keenly noticed the subtle changes in the opponent's formation. He immediately waved his sword into the gap and drove his war horse to charge towards the connecting part.

"Oh, not good." Baron Wendell's expression changed drastically. He kicked his horse under his crotch, and the other knights who led his inner-domestic family to fill the gap, but with the high degree of mobility of the Bohemians, they were still one step late.

"Table, Ping~~~." The cavalry led by Earl Ota hit the troops led by Earl Plaun. The war horses rush to the front row of soldiers on the ground. The cavalry on the horses stabbed the spear and pitchfork in their hands hard on the soldiers of the Count Plaun. The impact force and acceleration made them unstoppable. Just under a charge, Earl Plaun watched as his more than 70 soldiers died instantly under the horse's hooves.

"Arod, I'll go and rescue Earl Plaun." Baron Wendell pulled out his sword, and he used the golden spur on his heel to knock the horse's belly, leading his twelve inner-domestic knights to wherever he was.

"Kill, don't retreat." Earl Plaun was angry and waved the sword in his hand, leading his thirty knights to resist desperately. The knights wore chain mail and swung their swords, roared at the battle roar from their throats, and blocked the Bohemian offensive momentum with their courage and fearlessness.

"Mr. Palace Prime Minister, do we need to turn to support Count Plaun?" Johnberg suggested to Arod at this time.

"No, they can hold on, don't move." Arod rode on the horse, letting the sound of fighting and fighting sounded through the sky without any wavering. He could not move at all before the Bohemian cavalry was tired. At this time, Arod and the German Mercenary Group were like a mountain that had been towering for thousands of years, still as motionless as a mountain.

"Damn guy, this won't work." Earl Ota swung his sword from his horse and cut off the throat of a soldier who was trying to extend his spear. Blood spurted on his armor and was still hot. But while he was attacking, he looked at Arod's flag with his own light. It was as quiet as if no one was there. The German mercenary groups holding spears did not move at all, and there was no movement except for a dozen knights who came to support him.

"Retreat." Suddenly, Earl Ota lifted the reins of the war horse under his crotch, turned the horse's head and turned around in the crowd with difficulty, and then led his Bohemian knights to retreat slowly. The other Bohemians followed closely and evacuated after throwing down a pile of corpses.

"What's going on? The Bohemians are retreating now?" Earl Plaunn saw the fierce battle from the gap in his mask, but gradually retreating. He felt very strange. You know, he had lost a hundred soldiers in the attack just now, but just as the Bohemians were advancing, he suddenly took the initiative to retreat. What's going on?
Chapter completed!