Chapter 423 - Intense Battlefield

Chapter 423: Intense Battlefield

It was indeed abnormal.

Not only did Gibran not act in a timely manner to stop the losses of his troops when they were attacked, he even allowed the archers who were already low in morale to be massacred, causing a large number of people to flee.

He even allowed the barrier troop of Crimson Sect fanatics to kill most of the fleeing archers on the spot.

In comparison, Kant’s troops actually killed less people than them.

Most of the archers that the Crimson Sect had deployed had been slaughtered by their own people.

The ground was covered in blood and corpses. The strong smell of blood permeated the air. The expressions of the Rhodok Veteran Crossbowmen and Ravenstern Rangers stopped shooting. They were shocked.

They had never seen such madness. This didn’t seem like a war at all!

Instead, it was like a cult’s strange sacrifice!

“This is the feeling.” Gibran smiled.

He smelled the strong smell of blood and a throb from the depths of his soul. It made his entire body feel extremely comfortable. This feeling was even stronger than the first time he had enjoyed the beauty of a woman.

Especially when the scent of blood was mixed with curses and hatred towards the living. It was as if he had drunk a glass of ice water in the dog days.

It was so exciting that he couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

Extremely excited!

It wasn’t just him. The consciousness of the existence that had entered his chest was also excited.

It was still urging him to continue. It wanted him to move faster and on a larger scale. The madness and brutality he brought along, as well as the hatred in his soul, were also more palatable!

“Understood, my master, my supreme existence.”

Gibran revealed a sinister smile.

The red light in his eyes became more and more intense. He raised his right hand and slowly waved it forward. “Attack.”

There were no unnecessary words. As the messenger behind him blew a few short horns, the troops that were originally anxious and uneasy began to move slowly.

This was the signal for an attack, a frontal attack.

The Crimson Sect’s lance soldiers holding long spears slowly stepped forward.

The dense formation of spears, mail armor and scale armor were tightly arranged in formation, and when they collided with each other, they made a “ding” sound. However, this sound reflected the dark and terrified faces of the soldiers.

The morale of this group of lance soldiers was extremely low. They were so low that they would be on the verge of collapse if they were to suffer a bit of a predicament.

However, the fanatics were different from them. They wore black robes, held longsword, round shield, or axes, walked with determination.

They were right behind these lance soldiers. Under the protection of the dense spear’s formation, they smelled the thick smell of blood. Their eyes also had a hint of red light, which was extremely strange.

This included the knights on the left who were still waiting for orders, but also urged their horses to move forward.

The warhorse was wearing a black robe.

The mail armor on its body was also wearing a black robe.

The hooded hood was black and red, and the weapons in their hands could be clearly seen. They were the standard lance and longsword of the Dukedom of Leo, as well as the round shield hanging on the saddle.

The black hood concealed their identities, but their identities were actually very easy to guess.

They were the knights of the Dukedom of Leo!

The most basic noble.

and there were knight attendants behind them.

The Crimson Sect had completely infiltrated the East County. Seeing that Viscount Gibran, who had left behind the most brilliant reputation, had fallen to become the chief of the Crimson Sect, one could understand that the noble system of the East County had long been riddled with holes.

Now that they were facing a strong enemy, they had even been called over by the Crimson Sect to become their own troops!

However, they did not take the lead in charging forward.

On the contrary, there were still the long lance soldiers of the Crimson Sect who continued to slowly press forward with their long spears.

In front of Kant’s troops, the Rhodok Veteran Crossbowmen and the Ravenstern Rangers had already started shooting again. The deadly steel crossbows were fired in a row, and among them were the cone-shaped arrows that were like a string of arrows.

“Whoosh, Whoosh.” the sound was incessant, but the entire battlefield seemed strangely quiet.

There were only muffled groans.

There were also miserable cries.

Those were the wails of the Crimson Sect’s long lance soldiers who were injured by the crossbowmen or fell down in rows.

The distance between the two sides was still shrinking. As the elite long lance soldiers that were once trained by Avilis Castle, the tenacity of this group of people was still beyond Kant’s imagination. Even though their morale was extremely low, they were still carrying out a tactical attack.

However, if one looked carefully, one could see the faint red light in the eyes of these lance soldiers.

A madness that came from the bottom of their hearts began to spread.

“Attack.” Kant did not care at all.

He had always been calm about this battle. He turned his head slightly and instructed Baheshtur, “You will lead the Sarrandian Desert Bandits. I want you to surround and kill them like hunting.”

“Yes!” Baheshtur nodded and quickly rode away. “This is very simple.”

The desert bandits, who had already dispersed, instantly took action.

Baheshtur raised his horsewhip and waved it.

The 2,000 desert bandits understood what he meant. At the same time, they pulled out their short pilums and kicked the horse’s abdomen. With the speed of the horse, they quickly rushed towards the Crimson Sect’s troops.

With the help of the inertia, they threw the sharp and heavy short pilums.

An even heavier whooshing sound appeared in the air.

The short pilums streaked across a distance of more than 20 meters.

However, it carried a fierce force and instantly pierced through the sturdy mail armor and the iron-scale armor. It pierced through the mail armor without any obstruction, turning the fragile human body into a pile of useless rotten meat.

If a person died, of course, they would be useless rotten meat!

Desert bandits kept throwing and shooting.

The Crimson Sect’s lance soldiers and knight attendants didn’t even have time to react before they were stabbed to death by the desert bandits who were whistling like a gale and throwing short pilums.

This was a common tactic used by the Khergits, using long-range weapons to attack the enemy.

Next was the heavy cavalry’s wave of reaping.

What a pity.

These Sarrandian could imitate the Khergits’s tactics.

But they could not complete the Khergits’s reaping, because the current main force force was not the terrifying Khergits’ cavalry, but the Sarrandian Horsemen and Mamlukes, as well as the Rhodok Veteran Spearmen. They were the main force!

This was the dual combination of infantry and cavalry. It was a complete force that had a strict combat system!

Hence, the Rhodok Veteran Spearmen began to move forward.

They raised their broad shields to form a low wall. Then, they raised their four-meter-long spear diagonally and closed in.

Closing in on the lance soldiers of the Crimson Sect was like a king facing a king. They did not have the slightest fear because the Rhodok people were sturdy like rocks. They were also extremely stubborn rocks that were as hard as steel!