The impact of the second row of heavy cavalry did not make the spearmen in the first row feel comfortable. The burly ones could barely withstand it and stood on the transport carriage.
Those pikemen who could not resist were knocked out of the transport carriage and fell on the second batch of pikemen, causing the nearby pikemen to fall over.
After three rows of Bolton family heavy cavalry attacked, no one in the first row of pikemen was standing on the carriage.
However, the enemy's heavy cavalry rushed over in waves like a tide. The pikemen in the second row pressed the tails of their guns to the ground, which buffered them a lot and temporarily blocked the tide of heavy armor.
Given the buffer time, the third row of reserve pikemen commanded by Owen immediately stepped forward to fill the vacancy of the first row of pikemen.
The heavy cavalry and pikemen who charged frontally were already bleeding profusely, while the Bolton light cavalry on both wings began to charge.
"Fire the arrow!"
Theon waved and shouted loudly.
The five hundred archers he arranged on the left released their bowstrings and immediately shot a dense rain of arrows into the sky.
Locke was leading the charge towards the enemy's right wing (left wing of Winterfell's phalanx). Although they were light cavalry, they were not afraid of enemy archers at all. They were protected by helmets and mail. As long as they were not unlucky enough to be shot by the mail
The gap is good.
But he found that the sky suddenly darkened...
Whoosh!
The 500 Winterfell archers and most of the shield-bearing infantry were arranged by Theon on the left side of the formation, with less than 500 ordinary infantry on the right side lined up for defense.
This caused Locke's two hundred and fifty Bolton family light cavalry to be baptized by a saturated arrow rain.
Ding ding ding!
Phew! Phew!......
The arrows that crossed the parabola hit the cavalrymen wearing solid armor, making a clanging sound.
But their war horses were defenseless, and some sharp arrows penetrated the horses' heads, causing the horses to fall to the ground dead.
Some arrows were shot into the body of the war horse, causing it to scream and move forward a few steps before falling to the ground softly.
The cavalrymen on them fell heavily to the ground and were trampled like rags by the horses behind them.
Locke was more unlucky. His horse was shot in the head by a stray arrow, knocking him off on the spot.
But he was also lucky. In the torrent of galloping horses, he was not trampled by any of the horses.
puff!
Locke opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, endured the strong dizziness, struggled up from the ground, and immediately looked at the charging cavalry on the battlefield.
The Winterfell archers only had time to shoot the second arrow before they immediately dispersed from the left and right sides and retreated towards the rear of the camp.
Behind the archers, teams of Winterfell infantrymen held single-person oriole shields with an oval upper half and a sharp lower half, in the shape of an inverted triangle. They maintained an orderly formation and moved forward step by step.
"Raise your shield!"
Whoosh!
Following the infantry commander's order, these infantrymen thrust the lower part of the shield into the soil, held the handle inside the shield tightly, and waited for the impact of the enemy cavalry.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
After two rounds of arrow rain, only about half of the cavalry led by Locke remained. Holding their breath, they slammed into the shields of the Winterfell infantry, making an endless muffled sound.
This was purely a collision of force. The Winterfell infantrymen who were knocked away could hear the sound of bones shattering in their bodies.
The Bolton cavalry, who had been forcibly stopped charging, was stabbed randomly with swords by the nearby infantrymen, watching their lives drain away with bright red blood.
On the walls of the Dreadfort, the soldiers sieging Winterfell, the morale aroused by the commander's high bounty, slowly faded as the cruelty of the war increased.
The gap in the city wall was still there, but the brave and fearless soldiers basically climbed onto the city wall and were killed or injured, while the remaining infantrymen behind them all cowered.
These brave infantrymen recruited from the territory did not have the courage and consciousness to fight to the death.
Trogg, the infantry commander under the city wall, saw this situation and knew that his morale was gone and he could no longer continue the siege.
Therefore, he directed the remaining rural infantrymen to move closer to the gate of the Dreadfort, blocking the gate tightly, at least not giving them the chance to leave the city to support the main battlefield in the rear.
There were fewer and fewer Winterfell soldiers seeing the gap in the city wall, and Roose knew that the overall situation of the battle here was decided.
His focus was no longer here, but the military tents at the rear of the Union Army in the distance.
When his trump card, the charge of heavy cavalry, was blocked by the Winterfell pikemen, Roose, who was emotionless and emotionless, just frowned slightly.
When he saw the formation on the left wing of Winterfell being distorted and deformed by the impact of his own cavalry, Luce finally couldn't stand it any longer, and there was a hint of joy on his face, because his cavalry only needed to work harder to break up the formation.
The spearmen formation that blocks the heavy cavalry will be crushed by this straw. Even if Winterfell hides its troops at some point, the Bolton family will definitely win this battle.
But the left wing of the Winterfell camp had been hoarded heavily by Theon in advance. Compared with the seemingly endless stream of left-wing infantry, the more than 100 Bolton cavalry were still too few. The charge gradually became weak and they were slowly submerged in the infantry.
In the wave.
Seeing that the left cavalry had been completely wiped out, Luce, who was no longer happy, looked at the right cavalry, which had taken a slight detour due to the terrain.
The cavalry charging on the right wing were very familiar with the terrain near the Dreadfort. The ground in this direction seemed to be flat, but in fact there were some stepped faults.
These faults are not very high, and a cavalryman with excellent riding skills can completely jump across them.
However, in this way, the charging speed of the war horse will inevitably be affected, and the threat to the enemy camp will be greatly reduced.
Therefore, they were familiar with bypassing these faults. Although it took a little more time, their cavalry, because there were no archers blocking the front, maintained a complete lineup and charged towards the Winterfell soldiers' camp.
The cavalry that fully accelerated and charged were very fast. In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides had shortened to about ten meters. The cavalry at the front seemed to be able to see the nervous faces of the infantry on the opposite side.
Woo!
In the infantry formation on the right, a senior officer commanded his subordinates to blow the horn.
The charging Bolton cavalry suddenly saw, to the left and right in front of them, dozens of Winterfell soldiers hiding in the tunnels. They lifted the camouflage boards above their heads, stood up and pulled the fist-thick iron chains in their hands.
Wow!
Several iron chains were quickly pulled and tightened, making a crashing sound.
The Bolton cavalry, who had no time to stop, drove their horses at super fast charging speed and crashed into these iron chains.
Phew!!!
The horses in this battle were really miserable. The right-wing cavalry's horse's leg was tripped by an iron chain, causing the horse to stumble, and both the man and the horse fell down.
Some of the war horses stopped in front of the iron chain in time, but the inertia of the sudden stop threw the cavalry on them alive several meters away.
Horses trampled on people, horses trampled on horses, and the right-wing cavalry, which had completely charged, was knocked upside down by a few horse-snapping chains on the ground, and became a complete mess.
The first batch of cavalry and horses that fell to the ground were trampled to bloody pulp by their comrades, and there was basically no chance of survival.