However, things were not as smooth as Egil imagined. The speed of the centaurs was faster than that of ordinary light cavalry. After all, the light cavalry had ten horses, and they were half a horse with them. In addition, Norman took a lot of time to pass through the trap area. Therefore, the final result of this pursuit was close to zero. Nearly four thousand Hussars who went to pursue eventually returned in vain.

"It's so damn." In the early morning, Egil, who was unhappy and couldn't sleep because of his upset, cursed in a low voice after hearing such a report. Then he announced that the army would continue to move forward.

"But, Lord, your injuries are now not allowed to ride a horse for a long time. Is it a little difficult to go to the battle at this time?" Nightingale, who was replacing a new bandage on Egil's wound, frowned and said, "If this continues, the injury will not be relieved, but the disease will be caused."

"That kind of thing doesn't matter at all." Egil slammed his knee with his complete right hand, and then said: "Anyway, I must kill those bastards!"

In fact, Egil's anger actually didn't make much sense. After dawn in the morning, the Norman army inspected the battlefield and found that the opponent's centaur had left nearly a thousand bodies.

However, the Normans only suffered an arrow from the Normans, which was barely a minor injury.

Such a 1,000-to-one battle loss ratio can be achieved no matter where you get it. However, Egil was just unhappy.

Egil would never admit that he was stunned by the beauty, so he didn't hide. In the month of the year, the beauty's bow and arrow slightly opened, shining with blonde hair, emerald eyes, beautiful facial features, four hooves...

"I'll take a break." Thinking of this, Egil couldn't help but sigh, and made a silly shape with his hands. He felt that he had been completely defeated, in various senses.

Of course, with the perverted level of Egil, I felt very touching after thinking about it carefully.

The strange setting of the centaur seemed to open a taboo door blocked in Egil's mind, triggering his strange hobby...

"The information has been obtained." Sonya next to him said without hesitation: "After checking the outfits and clothing of the men, they have been judged. They are centaur warriors of the Kalmyk Centaur Tribe. Their tribes are almost everywhere in the west of the Ural Mountains.

Their Khan was Ayujie, if necessary, they could recruit all the centaur tribes on the grassland and form a large legion of 100,000 people."

Jill nodded. Listening to Kalmek's noun that seemed a bit familiar and unfamiliar, muttered to himself: "Kalmek Kalmak, Kelmek Turgut...... Weirat?!"

If it was really that Wei Lat, it would be no wonder that he had such combat power.

At this moment, Egil had long been accustomed to the "subtle" difference between this world and the original world. When he heard that the Erath Khanate was actually a centaur force, he recognized it without blinking.

"It seems that the strength of the opponent should be re-evaluated."

Just when Egir was thinking this way, Artoria, who had been away for three days, fought a great battle with the nomadic tribe of the grassland, the Kumen and the centaurs of Virat on the outskirts of Moscow.

At this moment, on February 21, 1005, the weather was clear and the air was fresh.

Along the way, the Celtic army had been raided by several rounds of light cavalry. The swimming defense line composed of Norman Cavalry and Celtic Light Cavalry, who were guarding the outer garrison, looked like a sieve in the eyes of the naturally wolf-born Kuman Light Cavalry. Dozens of small troops often bypassed the patrol and rushed towards the Guili army. Before people could react, they were raiding and then left.

After a few times, although the main Celtic forces lost not much, the morale was severe. So Artoria sent an order and stopped the army.

Reorganize the team and disperse the formations of British Longbowmen and heavy shield spearmen. They are arranged around the army, while the remaining troops are concentrated in the center of the army. If the nomadic light cavalry comes, the longbowmen will attack and kill them.

Such a formation is indeed an effective formation for the nomadic cavalry. However, when changing the formation, the Celtic army was unable to be confused. A small group of nomadic cavalry quickly returned their leader after obtaining such news. Immediately afterwards, the leaders of several Kuman tribes realized that this was a rare opportunity. The nomadic people dared to think and do it, so they immediately issued an order of nearly 20,000 Kuman cavalry, and a similar number of centaurs immediately attacked from the east and killed a few cavalry without any effort, and then rushed towards the main force of the Celtics.

"I'm waiting for you!"

Artoria sneered secretly. The seemingly chaotic formation instantly divided into two paths, and then 1,500 British heavy cavalry and British knights rushed out. The knights rode sharply in their hands, forming a single-character array of three rows of five hundred cavalry, and rushed towards the nomadic light cavalry. This was Artoria's plan.

He deliberately showed the enemy to be weak and let the enemy see the chaos in his formation.

The heavy cavalry reserved as a means of counterattacking, the opponent's nomads were all light cavalry. They were not opponents of the Celtics, whether they were collision mass or hand-to-hand combat. In addition, the two wings, the Third Cavalry Legion, which had been driven to the Mercedes-Benz, and the Celtic Light Cavalry, who had been sieging from Artoria, would definitely give the other party a profound and unforgettable lesson.

At this moment, the Celtic formation changed again, from the guardian circular formation to the square formation, with the shield wall in front and the long bowman behind, the thunder swordsman with both hands guarding the wings, and the long bow and arrow rain aimed at the nomadic cavalry and tilted away...

However, this method is correct and the tactics are correct, but the opponent chose the wrong choice.

When they looked at each other, their prey was not the rabbit they imagined, but the lions with full combat power, the nomads and centaurs were not surprised but happy. The tough-minded sons cheered, ignoring the cavalry and light cavalry whose wings were closing, ignoring the bows and arrows of the two wings with recurved and combined bows, and the companions who were killed by the javelin. Straight, like the most terrifying sandstorm on the grassland, rushed towards the Celtic heavy cavalry.

At this moment, Artoria looked at this scene, her pupils suddenly shrank like needle tips. She was secretly amazed in her heart: "These guys are probably more difficult to deal with their muscles than those nomads I have experienced before.

At this moment, Norman Kneaded the cavalry under the command of Joseph's trough, and rushed the opponent's wings to pieces. The cavalrymen raised their swords and slashed and slashed and slashed and killed them. Whether they were centaurs or nomads, they were all the result of beheadings when they encountered such tough sluts. Of course, the centaurs were slightly better. If these monsters were full of brute force, they would be fine if they held a long-handed battle axe, spear and other two-handed weapons, but if the weapons in these people were extended scimitars with one-handed hands, then there would be a good show.

It would be better to rub the cavalry from the south, that is, the opponent's left hand. In this direction they faced, they usually hold shields except for left-handed men. Even if they had the opportunity to resist, they could only block the movements. However, on the right hand, the fast-reacting centaurs waved the scimitar in their hands at once, and the huge force could cut down the head of the mount under the cavalry, which was the war horse. The carotid artery suddenly spurted out Lao Gao's blood, splashing the cavalry all over.

In this way, the war horse ran two steps due to inertia, then it softened and threw the cavalry down, and then the horse's hooves stomped into meat paste.

This situation is not uncommon. At that time, Norman's cavalry suffered heavy losses! Artoria saw it and cursed in her heart: "What a villain!" But she had never seen such a creature before. Although Egil had told her bored, she was also half-believing and half-doubted, but after seeing the Centaur today, she had no doubts. The power of this Centaur was even three points stronger than Egil described! Even calling it the strongest cavalry army is not an exaggeration!

At this moment, the roar of the battlefield resurfaced. The first formation of Celtic heavy cavalry was about to collide with the coalition forces composed of nomads and centaurs. The coalition forces on the other side suffered heavy losses from several rounds of arrow rains next to the British Longbowmen. At this moment, they vented their anger on these heavy cavalry. The centaurs and the nomads set their bows and arrows, and shot the heavy cavalry opposite ones with arrows.

However, the Celtic heavy cavalry and the horses all carried the composite armor of the chain. The arrows of the nomads and centaurs were not specially made armor-breaking cone arrows. Therefore, in this round of volleys, there was only a crackling sound. This was the sound of the arrows shooting after the composite armor of the chain. The Celtic heavy cavalry suffered almost no damage.

"The enemy's armor is thick, don't use bows and arrows, charge!" Several necks and shoulders were covered with a layer of chain armor, which hung directly to the lower body to protect the front body. The centaurs who looked like a leader shouted like this. The centaurs around them responded, especially the centaurs holding long spears, which accelerated their speed and rushed towards the Celtic heavy cavalrymen who were charging with a spear!

"So, is the ability to charge as strong as the legendary one? Let's wait and see."

Artoria held a telescope in one hand and a sword of victory and oath in the other hand, and watched the centaurs rushing over and murmured to themselves. Then he raised his hand and the knights of the guards around him immediately sounded the trumpets. The Celtic array suddenly became closer. The heavy spearmen overlapped the edges of the shields in their hands, forming a fish scale shape, forming a more defensive formation! (Unfinished to wait for it).
Chapter completed!