Now let's take out the grenades and start preparing. As soon as the enemy approaches the outside of the restricted circle, we will immediately launch waves of attacks.

Remember, all grenades you carry must be thrown out within a short period of time.

Only in this way can we annihilate the strongest force of this noble coalition to the greatest extent."

After saying that, Zuo Si gently pinched the belly of the war horse under his crotch, put down his visor and began to slowly move towards the direction of the noble knight and his retinue.

At this moment, he was fully armed, and behind him were two terrifying door-panel swords.

Normally, no horse can bear such a terrifying weight.

But Zuo Si used the power of Bato Hell to strengthen the war horse under his crotch. Therefore, this black war horse is already an out-and-out magical creature. Its eyes are flashing with frightening red light, and its teeth are eating grass from the original ones.

The molars and incisors have all been transformed into canine teeth that are more suitable for biting.

Therefore, this war horse named "Death" not only did not have any difficulty in carrying a weight of more than one ton, but also walked lightly and looked very relaxed.

Not only that, after it realized that its master was going to ride on it to fight, it immediately became extremely bloodthirsty, excited and kept making harsh neighing sounds.

If Zuo Si hadn't been holding the reins, it would have accelerated and rushed out at this moment.

Rumble, rumble!

Accompanied by the sound and vibration of horses' hooves trampling on the ground, the light cavalry, which had been resting for a while, finally began to move again.

Each of them was seen holding a lit torch in one hand, and the other hand was carrying a very rough-looking iron can with an obvious fuse on it.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the earthen grenade made by the craftsmen under Zuo Si's guidance.

Due to the limited power of original gunpowder, the only way to make up for the lack of power was to increase the amount of powder charged.

Each iron can weighs more than three kilograms, has been granulated, and has many small iron pieces stuffed in it to increase splash damage.

Perhaps in the industrial age, these primitive earthen grenades would just make people laugh.

But in this continent where cold weapons are still the mainstream, it is definitely an out-and-out dimensionality reduction attack.

When the noble knights and their retinue were about to come out of the area covered with triangular iron spikes, the light cavalry immediately began to accelerate and roar to charge.

"Mount up! Hurry up! They want to attack our formation!"

"Do these cowards finally dare to fight us openly? Then let them do it!"

"The kingdom must win! The nobles must win! Kill all these disgusting mud-legged people and leave no one behind!"

"The glory belongs to us!"

…

Along with the shouts all day long, the noble knights and their retinues quickly remounted their horses and formed an attack formation, intending to show off this group of light cavalry who did not even know life and death and did not even have vests.

But soon, they paid a heavy price for underestimating their enemies.

Because Zuo Si's light cavalry had no intention of attacking at all, they used their sprinting speed to light the fuse and threw the explosives in their hands. Then they turned and ran in circles like the kite heavy cavalry before, adjusting their direction and lighting the next grenade.

"Ah!!! Damn it! What the hell is this?"

A knight was hit on the head by a grenade falling from the sky and screamed in agony.

After all, the weight of three kilograms plus the acceleration caused by the sprint of the war horse will definitely not be very painful when hit on the body.

Thanks to the quality of the helmet, it successfully blocked the attack after being dented.

The knight who was hit felt a little dizzy.

Just as he lowered his head to see what the "hidden weapon" that was attacking him was, a thick smoke and pungent smell suddenly came from the crotch of the war horse.

The next second...

boom!!!!!!!

The knight and his horse were directly lifted into the air three to four meters high by the shock wave generated by the explosion, and spun around in a circle before falling back to the ground with a bang and motionless.

During the rotation, the unprotected horse's belly burst open, and its intestines, plasma and other internal organs were scattered, forming a spectacular blood mist.

Countless small pieces of iron collided with other knights and followers around them at extremely fast speeds during the explosion.

Most of them were blocked by the armor, but some fish that slipped through the net were still embedded deep into the fragile flesh along the gaps.

Others were killed or stunned by the shock wave generated by the explosion.

In addition, there are cases where war horses are frightened and run away, throwing the rider off his back and trampling him to death.

In short, in just five or six minutes, the scene was completely in chaos.

Because the noble knights who had never seen the power of hot weapons did not know how to deal with this situation, and some even thought that it was some kind of evil witchcraft or magic that had never seen black powder, and instantly lost their will to fight.

And those who recognized that it was a gunpowder explosion and wanted to resist desperately were forced to run around because their horses were frightened.

If you are lucky enough, you may be able to escape from the area full of triangular iron nails, but most of them will step on the nails and fall to the ground when the horses are frightened and run around and become lambs to be slaughtered.

The light cavalry who threw away all the grenades directly picked up the lances dropped by the enemy on the ground, began to hunt down these lone knights and retinues, and crucified them one by one on the endless plain.

No mercy!

No mercy!

No need for prisoners!

Some are just ruthless killings!

Especially after losing the war horse, the invulnerable heavy armor completely became a burden, constantly consuming the little remaining physical strength.

Some knights and retinues also wanted to form a dense circular formation to resist the impact of the light cavalry.

But whenever a certain number of people gather, a grenade will inevitably fall from the sky and blow them up.

"No! No! No! How is this possible? We actually lost to an army composed of untouchables!"

The noble knight holding the command flag looked at his companions who fell one after another around him, and his entire emotional and psychological defenses collapsed.

“Untouchable?

Do you think your bloodline is noble?

If you go back a few hundred years, your ancestor may have been a chief or warrior of a barbarian tribe.

Because the empire established by Overlord Garcelik suddenly collapsed overnight, you seized the opportunity to seize this land and become your own king.

The so-called feudal system and feudal aristocracy were essentially the result of mutual compromise between barbarian tribes as they transitioned from barbarism to civilization.

What's more, in terms of physiological structure, there is no essential difference between nobles and commoners. They can be injured and die in the same way.

So what gives you the confidence to think that nobles can be superior to common people?

Is it this nearly invulnerable full-body armor?

Or a monopoly on land, wealth and violence?

Believe me, all of this becomes vulnerable to gunpowder and hot weapons.

Bullets and cannonballs will easily penetrate the most reinforced armor, and the energy brought by chemical explosions will tear apart the feudal system that has shrouded this continent for thousands of years.

And I am the one who brings about change.”

With a slightly mocking voice, Zuo Si finally appeared in front of the other party.

Right now, he was holding two large door-panel swords. The blades and bodies of the swords had been completely stained red with thick blood, and there were even pieces of intestines or other internal organs hanging in some places.

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"You...are you the foreign prince?"

The noble knight was obviously frightened out of his mind by this hellish scene, and he and his companions around him tightly held the weapons in their hands.

"Yes, it's me.

Haven't you been clamoring about courage and glory before?

I now give you a chance to prove yourself.

Come, take up arms and attack me.

As long as you kill me, you can win everything, even this war.

Don't worry, I'll stand here and never move a step, let alone run away."

With that said, Zuo Si shook off the blood stains on the sword with a very relaxed movement.

The surrounding mercenaries quickly formed a group and assumed a posture of watching a good show.

Because they have seen more than once how terrifying the master they are currently loyal to is in terms of force, they are not worried at all about what kind of trouble these thirty or so frightened enemies can cause.

"Go! Kill him!"

A strong noble knight was the first to resist the temptation, picked up the mace in his hand and rushed forward first.

His tactic was very simple, that is, first smash the exposed knees of the war horse to make Zuo Si fall off the horse, and then surround him with others to capture him.

Finally, he used this distinguished hostage as a threat to escape.

I have to say that his idea is very beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.

Before he could get close, a big sword slashed down his head and face.
To be continued...