Every knight is a nobleman with good military training. Even their entourage can be called the elite among the elite in the army. Although the number "double" does not seem to be many, they are undoubtedly the main force in the enemy's army and the ace of decisive victory on the battlefield. The armor, weapons, and war horses on them are far more expensive than dresses, jewelry and jewelry.

Now, this ace force is being taken by cheap, mass-produced arrows one by one. Each arrow seems to have eyes, accurately shot into weak parts on the armor. Although they are wearing heavy armor, they seem to be running naked in front of the two hundred archers trained by Graheide!

No unit could accept such losses. In the blink of an eye, the cavalry unit had lost one-third of its troops. Such damage, even if they won the victory of the war, wiped out Graheide and Osor's troops, would be severely punished after returning!

As if aware of this, the cavalry commander's hands shaking with the knife were shaking.

"Roar up, rush up, rush up!" he shouted, "Fuck all these bastards to death!"

The next second, the sharp arrow penetrated into his forehead. Grahyde, who shot the arrow, was unmoved at all. He turned the direction of the bow slightly, and then shot several arrows at the other knights who rushed up.

These nobles have never suffered such humiliation! The heavy cavalry was defeated by archers in the field. If this matter was spread, each of them would be ridiculed for the rest of their lives!

So, despite being severely damaged, they still went crazy and continued to rush forward!

The heavy rain just passed, the road was muddy, and the cavalry's mobility was greatly affected. But as long as they crossed this section of the road and rushed to the group of archers, they could cut off the enemy's heads one by one like mowing grass!

After suffering waves of shooting, they were already close to the archers in front of them!

With a cry of relief, a cavalry rushing in front rushed to the hillside first. He raised his sabre high, his armor shining, like a god descending to earth, and the war horses under him were also majestic and swift, just like the legendary god of the north wind!

——The next second, he fell into a dug trench like a dog falling into the water.

This was prepared in advance by Graheide. The hidden trenches were covered with the front of the archer's position. From the beginning, he was ready to fight the Almani cavalry in this field!

Although the cavalry behind saw the trench, they had no time to stop and fell into it one after another. Only a few cavalry responded quickly, allowing the horses to jump up in time and crossed the trench - but soon, they fell into the new hidden trench.

Seeing this, the cavalry in the rear could not help but slow down, but they slowed down, but the shooting of Grahyide's archers did not slow down. Every time the bowstring sounded, a cavalry would fall down.

They have entered a dilemma - whether to fall into the trenches or be shot down one by one by one by the archer.

Osor was stunned. So far, his mercenaries were not useful at all. Graheide used only two hundred archers to block a heavy armored cavalry from the front with only two hundred archers!

If victory is achieved, then this war will be recorded in history. Graheide will also be famous in history!

What made him wake up was a sound of wind breaking through his ears - an arrow shot towards their positions. Osor subconsciously shot an arrow. Then he realized that the enemy's bow and arrow troops had not disintegrated. After they reorganized, they had arrived at a position where they could use arrows to fight back!

And in the rear, the group of infantry had raised their shields and slowly advanced towards their positions.

"Damn it, you're so hard."

Even Grahyde couldn't help but curse. Then, he turned his head and ordered the two hundred archers: "Everyone, change to light bows, shoot freely!"

With a simple and rapid movement, the two hundred archers had already held another light bow into their hands. At the same time, they gave up their standing posture, some kneeling, some squatting, some lying, and some even began to run back and forth on the position. The only similar thing was that each of them held three or four arrows in their hands at the same time.

A more fierce offensive began. After changing from a strong bow to a light bow, the shooting speed of these archers increased by more than two or three times. They shot arrows in the quiver out at the enemy in a row, and the flying arrows woven into a fine net of arrows in the air. There were only two hundred people, but the density of the arrows shot was no less than the long-range troops of the enemy's thousands of people!

Not only do you shoot quickly, but you also shoot accurately.

Not only did they shoot accurately, but they could easily avoid arrows flying towards them.

Not only can they avoid flying arrows, they can even catch the arrows in the air with their hands and shoot them back with their hands!

This is an incredible but indisputable fact-the enemy's crossbow troops of two or three thousand men have been suppressed by two hundred archers from Graheide.

Moreover, as the enemy continues to lose arrows, the intensity of suppression is still increasing!

Osor even suspected that if Grahyide was allowed to continue shooting like this, he would be able to repel the enemy without his mercenaries taking action!

However, the enemy's will was so tenacious that it was indescribable. Even after being hit so hard, they were still moving forward step by step.

Before he knew it, Grahyide's quiver had already bottomed out.

"Give me another quiver!" he yelled.

But no one responded. He looked around with dissatisfaction, and then he realized that almost all the soldiers had arrows left in their quiver.

The two hundred soldiers he brought were each equipped with two quivers, each with thirty arrows, which together had a total of 12,000. With their shooting accuracy, every two to three arrows shot can ensure that one enemy was killed.

Twelve thousand arrows are almost exhausted.

However, the enemy troops, with a total of about 5,000 people, were still advancing forward without any wavering.

Graheide finally felt a little scared in his heart.

"The enemy's cavalry is approaching!" someone shouted on the flank, "They climbed out of the trench!"

As the soldiers shouted, the knights who had fallen into the trench, who were supposed to have lost their combat capabilities were climbing out of the trench one after another. Although they had lost their war horses, they were an elite infantry just relying on their heavy armor.

The cavalry commander who was shot by Graheide himself stood among the crowd climbing out of the trench for some reason. He waved his saber in a dusty state, but made a sound full of breath:

"Kill them all! Kill all these cowards who only dare to hide behind and shoot arrows!"
Chapter completed!