"Hurry up and form a formation, infantry defense formation!!!"
Although this group of soldiers from the Dreadfort are not very vigilant, their basic quality as northern soldiers is quite high.
After they heard Dick's roar, they immediately stood up. Within a minute or two, they drew their swords and shields to form a horizontal defensive posture.
Dick, whose voice was hoarse from shouting, now also put on his mail armor with the help of his trusted aides.
He is the only one of these soldiers who has mail armor.
Encountering a sudden attack by cavalry, Dick and others lined up to defend themselves. This was not because they had no horses.
Rather, it was because the cavalry and horses of the assault had fully accelerated within this distance. In this state, Dick and the others were forced to hedge against them, which would only lead to a certain defeat.
"The archers shoot freely! The rest stick to the formation! The formation must not be disordered!"
As the distance shortened, Dick could see clearly that the number of this group of raiding cavalry was only a few more than them.
Judging from his rich combat experience, as long as he can defend against the first wave of cavalry attacks, there is hope of victory.
After hearing Dick's order, their only two archers began shooting to kill the enemy.
However, the charging cavalry all wore iron helmets and mail armor. They were not shot in vulnerable places such as necks and eyes, and were basically ignored.
One of the cavalrymen was unlucky. He was shot in the head of his horse by a bow and arrow. In an instant, he and his horse fell to the ground, and he was not sure whether he was alive or dead.
Hooves! Hooves! Hooves!
Gulu!
The Yellow Tooth soldier in the defense formation looked at the cavalry that was already in front of him and listened to the thunderous sound of horse hooves. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously.
"Stab the horse's belly!"
Captain Dick's roar was heard in his ears. The Yellow Tooth soldier held a shield in his left hand and stabbed the belly of the war horse that was already in front of him with his one-handed sword in his right hand.
Tear!
The sharp one-handed sword instantly penetrated the soft belly of the war horse. Under the action of inertia, the wound was instantly torn open by at least thirty to forty centimeters, and a large amount of bright red blood sprayed out.
Bah!
The war horse let out a mournful cry and fell limply to the ground.
Although the Yellow Tooth Soldier achieved his goal, he was dizzy after being hit hard by the war horse on his shield, and a wisp of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
This uncomfortable feeling only lasted for a very short time, because a long sword penetrated the back of his head, and the eyeballs covered with blood penetrated out of the eye sockets.
Just now, Huangya Soldier's sight was blocked by the huge war horse, so he didn't see it.
The cavalryman on the war horse seemed to have predicted his movements. Before his long sword penetrated the horse's belly, the cavalryman squatted on the saddle skillfully, and volleyed forward with his feet using the force of stepping on the saddle.
He crossed the defensive line of the Yellow Fang soldiers, landed on the ground and rolled twice to relieve his strength, then stood up immediately, turned around and stabbed the Yellow Fang soldiers in the back of the head.
Of course, not every cavalry has such high-end operations.
The moment most of the cavalry came into contact with the defending soldiers, they borrowed the charging power of the war horses and used the upward and downward force to slash. As long as they did not encounter highly skilled veterans, the cavalry had a huge innate advantage over the defending infantry.
The moment the two parties came into contact, there were three or four cavalrymen who directly broke through the defensive line.
The cavalryman who killed the Yellow Fang soldiers was directly targeted by Dick because he was closest to him.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Dick and the cavalry slashed each other three times in a short period of time.
The two long swords collided violently, causing some sparks, but they were not stained with each other's blood.
You can't fool anyone with swordsmanship!
After fighting these three swords, both of them knew that the other was no ordinary soldier.
They no longer use wide-open and wide-open slashing moves to kill the enemy. Instead, they use more and more cautious pick-and-roll tests, looking for each other's flaws to see who can be more skilled.
Tear!
During a block while raising his sword, the cavalryman took advantage of Dick's barely blocking and swiped his long sword down, cutting a bloody mark on his calf that could not be protected by the mail.
That does not work!
Dick discovered that the swordsmanship of the cavalry on the opposite side improved rapidly during the battle.
Rich combat experience told him that if the stalemate continued like this, he would definitely die under the opponent's sword.
With a thought in his mind, Dick suddenly stepped forward, holding the sword tightly with both hands, and slashed at the cavalry with the force of a mountain.
He wanted to use a sudden burst of his whole body's strength to defeat the opponent in one go.
Dang! Dang!...
The crisp sound of metal collisions continued to sound, and the cavalry on the opposite side began to be caught off guard by Dick, and they retreated in embarrassment.
Although the cavalry was very embarrassed, they still withstood Dick's fierce attack.
After gradually adapting to the rhythm, the cavalryman held the sword with his right hand and flipped it with his right hand, swinging Dick's sword away, which was gradually exhausted, leaving the door in his chest wide open.
Taking this opportunity, the blood-stained sword in the cavalry's hand burrowed into Dick's throat like a poisonous snake, ending the battle.
Kaka...
Dick, who was constantly coughing up blood, discovered before he died that he was too focused on the sword fight with the cavalry and did not realize that other battles had ended long ago.
More than a dozen enemy cavalry were surrounding the two of them. Even if he could kill his opponent, he was destined to die.
Seeing that this rather difficult opponent was losing his life, the cavalryman took out his long sword and flicked it to the ground. The blood stained on the sword was immediately thrown to the ground, forming a bloodstain like a crescent moon.
Dick's body lost its support and fell to the ground with a bang.
Taking off his helmet, Robb could smell the fishy sweetness in the air.
This fishy-sweet taste is actually due to the smell of ferrous iron ions in a large amount of blood or visceral blood.
However, large amounts of blood or visceral blood often represent death, so this can also be called the breath of death.
The Stark family has always raised their sons with wolf nature. In the fusion memory, the original Robb was already used to seeing corpses and blood, and had ended many lives with his own hands, so he was already familiar with this smell.
But now Robb is a little unable to adapt to this smell. But he knows that this smell will always be around in the future.
Robb looked down at his hands, feeling the power rising in his body. Thinking back to the sword that had just ended the enemy's life, he couldn't help but feel a sense of control over all life.
Is this what it feels like to have power and power in this world?
Shaking his head to suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind, Robb raised his head and looked around at the battlefield filled with corpses.
To the Winterfell cavalry who were watching him closely, he announced loudly: "The murderers have all atoned for their sins in the seven hells! Return to Winterfell, and each person will be rewarded with fifty silver stags! The families of the deceased will receive
three times."
"Always loyal to the Stark family!"
"Lord Robb, long live!!"
Robb's reward suddenly aroused the enthusiasm of the soldiers in Winterfell, and everyone cheered.
His reward was not low. A table of fine food and drinks consisting of mutton, duck, buttered peas, oatmeal bread and four glasses of ale. For a silver deer, you could get back a handful of copper coins.
In the original play, Emperor Joffrey only offered a reward of one hundred silver stags, so he allowed people to attack the tall and capable hunting dogs without fear of death.
"Robb, we have killed sixteen enemies in total. Two of our soldiers were killed on the spot, and one was seriously injured. I have sent him away."
Theon approached Robb and reported in a low voice the achievements and losses of the battle.