Loran Hill stood up from the tent. Having made some preparations beforehand, she changed into a tight-fitting hunting suit to facilitate movement.
As she opened the tent curtain, the sound of heavy rain washed over her. The six riders guarding the tent were also surprised to see her. Before they could ask, Loran Hill rang the large brass bell hanging at the tent door. The tinkling sound, even on a rainy night, was very distinctive and startled many of the guards who were still awake.
The girl asked the riders beside her to immediately notify everyone to put on their armor and prepare for battle.
As the Chamber of Commerce guards in the tent were awakened one by one, the sound of horse hooves in the distance became closer and closer.
Unable to wait any longer, the enemy's marching speed not only didn't slow down in the rain, but actually increased. Roland Hill acted decisively, arranging the prepared guards into three rows on the avenue, with each row three meters apart. This way, even if the cavalry broke through the first layer, the entire line wouldn't collapse immediately. They still had to face the spears and crossbows in the back row.
Several team leaders led their men into action quickly. In the heavy rain, shouts echoed in the camp, and the sounds of hurried footsteps and movement were everywhere.
Twelve spearmen formed the first line of defense, standing behind a wooden fence. By this time, the clatter of galloping horses had become more pronounced, and even they could vaguely sense the incoming hostility. The cold rain dripped down their heads and shoulders, soaking their clothes and armor. The water from their spears made their clenched hands slippery. They stared anxiously at the dark, blurry curtain of rain ahead, as if a ferocious beast might burst forth from it at any moment, devouring them.
The second and third rows were still spearmen, and behind the third row were sword and shield soldiers, suited for melee combat. They protected the archers and other non-combatants behind them. Several followers set up six large braziers, then filled them with kerosene and ignited them, ensuring they would burn brightly even in the rain.
Loran Hill was wearing the same black hooded robe as before, riding on a horse, looking at the blurry black shadows in the distant mountains, holding a matte crossbow in his hand. This was a gift from the Yagtilin family before leaving, the [Matte Black Crossbow] (Excellent Silver Level).
As if a narwhal had pierced the ice above their heads, a group of cavalrymen in black armor suddenly rushed out from the turning point in front and rushed straight towards the camp.
They wore unknown black masks, specially made masks that did not affect breathing even in the rain, and the dark red patterns on them added a bit of horror.
This group of black cavalrymen were all roughly at the Sequence 2 level, but their classes had a strong affinity with rain. Not only was their mobility unaffected by the downpour, but they actually became significantly stronger than usual. Meanwhile, Roland Hill's riders and guards, despite having over ten Sequence 2s and over thirty Sequence 1s, totaling over a hundred men, were negatively impacted by the rain. However, they weren't as formidable.
The leader hiding among the cavalry saw the guards in the camp who were on high alert. His pupils shrank slightly, but he did not hesitate. A special whistle sounded, and these black cavalrymen took out a javelin and threw it out quickly in the rain.
In a flash, the galloping cavalry rushed to the front of the battle formation, and several spearmen in the front row groaned and fell down, clutching the spears that had pierced their flesh.
The dense crackling of crossbow strings rang out, but unfortunately, due to the rain, most of the arrows missed vital points, simply lodging in the thick armor without penetrating. Only one bolt pierced the eye socket of a cavalryman, and the black-clad cavalryman fell from his horse.
The black cavalrymen who rushed to the front of the formation first raised their lances that had been ready for use. Turbid rain surrounded them, and with the impact of the lances, they smashed the wooden fence in front of them, clearing the obstacles for the subsequent troops' attack.
The remaining spearmen in the first row no longer hesitated. They roared, raised their spears, strode forward, and stabbed their spears into the chests of their horses. The huge inertia of the horses knocked the spearmen down, but they also slipped forward in the rain, throwing the cavalrymen on their backs heavily.
Then the second row of spearmen also faced a fierce attack. Spears faced lances, and neither side dodged, or there was no time to dodge. Then there was the sound of steel piercing flesh. Several black-clad cavalrymen were lifted high from their saddles by spears like rag dolls, and then fell on the rain-soaked road, never to return to life.
The long spearmen were not having an easy time either. Even if the lances surrounded by muddy currents did not hit their vital points, they still caused their internal organs to rupture and they lay on the ground, unable to stand up again.
The second wave of crossbow bowstring sounds rang out densely. Because the distance was extremely close this time, several black-clad cavalrymen covered the arrowheads on their necks, fell off their horses unwillingly, and rolled into the rain on the side of the road.
The subsequent black cavalry rushed to the front of the third platoon leader. There were the neighing of horses, the clashing of armor, and the clashing of gun blades. The tight wall of people was suddenly toppled. The sword and shield soldiers behind immediately rushed forward to fill the gap to prevent the line from being broken up.
Seeing that the broken gap was about to close, the leader of the black cavalry shouted loudly, and the rainwater within a radius of nearly 100 meters was rapidly absorbed by the spear. The water flow around the spear rotated rapidly in a spiral, and then rushed forward like a cannonball, setting off surging waves and violent sonic booms, and the formation of the camp was like being split by a big axe, revealing a wide gap.
In this way, the vulnerable archers and protected core personnel in the back were exposed to this group of fierce black cavalry.
Is it too late? In just two crossbow bolts, the cavalry broke through the lines and rushed forward.
Looking at the shocking scene in front of him, Loran Hill threw away the crossbow in his hand and drew a sharp sword from his waist.
She is not someone who will give up easily, and her clear voice came out in the rain.
"Raise your guns and charge with me!"
The 10 Lan Lan riders beside her pulled down the visors on their helmets and followed closely behind the heroic young lady. The horses under their crotch began to run at full speed, their lances sank slightly, and a cold blue light began to shine on the blades.
The black cavalry on the opposite side watched this scene without saying a word, but advanced faster. The cavalry on both sides continued to disperse the guards who wanted to close the line, while the twenty or so cavalry in the middle sprinted at full speed. Turbid currents began to surround their lances, and their clothes and armor also reflected bursts of water light.
The cavalry of both sides collided with each other like a roaring train. From the moment they clashed, more than a dozen figures were thrown high up from the saddles and then rolled down.
The two teams crossed each other rapidly, running for nearly a hundred meters before finally stopping. In the pouring rain, Loran Hill's face was pale. A long cut had been made on her right arm, and blood soaked through her clothes and robes. She gasped violently before pulling out a potion from her bosom and taking it.
The leader of the black cavalry fell forever in a pool of blood, and the outcome of the battle was decided at this moment.
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