vncnus Chapter 80: Cavalry Charge
Chapter 80: Cavalry Charge
Jorah and Roland exchanged a glance, then Jorah assured the ragged prince:
"My king will treat every warrior who is loyal to him fairly."
"If Your Majesty grants me a piece of land to be passed down after the victory over Braavos, I will swear to serve Your Majesty to the death." The ragged prince's voice was still as loud as ever.
After kneading a batch of bread for a while, Jorah and his party returned.
"Your Majesty, the group that has set up camp along the road consists of two thousand mercenaries from the Wind Blowing Gang."
Jorah touched his chest in a gesture of respect.
"Are they friend or foe?" Viserys asked.
"The commander of the Wind Blowing Corps, Prince Raggedy, has declared his willingness to pledge allegiance to His Majesty and to participate as a vanguard in the conquest of Braavos. He only requests that His Majesty treat the warriors well and grant him a piece of land and a title after the war."
Jorah answered truthfully.
"Very well. Tell Prince Ragged that a Targaryen king never mistreats his vassals. The Windblow Legion is hereby reorganized into the Windblow Army, with all personnel and positions remaining unchanged. The Windblow Army will serve as the vanguard of the army!"
Viserys doesn't mind giving face to the opposing nobles as long as they are willing to fight for themselves.
As a time traveler, he didn't want the locals to value these things so much; he only cared about everything that could be converted into power.
The Long family army set off again, but this time, two thousand more infantry and cavalrymen led the slowly advancing long column.
In the procession, the ragged prince, accompanied by several of his trusted men, came to meet the king.
"I pledge my allegiance to His Majesty King Viserys III, King of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, and Great Targaryen!"
Three hundred cavalry and seventeen hundred infantrymen of the Wind Blowing Legion are willing to become the longsword in your hand, to slay all who dare to defy you! The gods bear witness!
The ragged prince rode on a white horse, his voice booming like a bell, not at all like an old man over sixty.
"I swear in the name of the Targaryens that I accept your allegiance. From this day forward, your sword will be wielded for me, your shield will stand for me, and I will grant you lands, I will grant you titles, and I will grant you honor and peace in my kingdom."
If you are loyal, the dragon flames will burn for you; if you betray, the dragon flames will burn for you.
Please rise, Prince in tattered clothes from the Wind Blowing Corps.
Viserys accepted the formal allegiance of the ragged prince on horseback.
The ragged prince drew his longsword and turned to gaze at his army:
"Fight for the true dragon!"
"Fight for the true dragon!"
Everyone around Viserys—the white-robed men, Jorah, and the Legion soldiers—drew their longswords and shouted.
On a small hillside not far from Braavos.
Fengyun rode on a unicorn, followed by hundreds of fully armed players carrying spears and lances.
"President, they're here!"
"Scouting captain, player's sister-in-law, spurred her horse and led several players back up the earthen slope, calling out urgently."
"Get the brothers ready. Same old rules, the spoils will be distributed according to merit!" Upon hearing this, Fengyun turned his horse around and led his men down the hillside, waiting for the fat sheep to come to them.
Dust flew and horses' hooves pounded.
A caravan, escorted by hundreds of free riders, sped toward the hillside.
The archery squad's captain and vice-captain, Yang Youji and Xiao Li Guang, began instructing their men to string their bows.
"Ready!"
As the target slowly approached, Yang Youji and Xiao Li Guang gripped their bows and arrows, each aiming at a knight on horseback.
"Get them!"
Both players were excellent marksmen; their arrows pierced the air, and two riders galloping below the earthen slope were instantly struck in the neck and fell from their horses.
Behind them, dozens of archer squads drew their bows and unleashed a hail of arrows.
Realizing they had been ambushed, but unable to control their speed, the riders were all struck by arrows and fell from their horses.
"There's an ambush!"
"Form ranks!"
The caravan leader shouted at the top of his lungs.
The infantrymen escorting the caravan started pulling horse-drawn carts, oxcarts, and all other vehicles carrying supplies, attempting to use them as a defensive formation to resist the enemy.
"Cavalry, follow me!"
To buy time for the infantry, the caravan captain immediately roared, and his trusted men shouted in unison. They quickly gathered dozens of riders and charged toward the earthen mound.
"Let's teach them a lesson!"
Meanwhile, Fengyun had already ridden his unicorn, leading thirty or forty players with horses up the earthen slope.
As a major guild, it not only possesses precious warhorses, but the players who ride these horses are at least equipped with a basic set of horsemanship skills, with the vast majority using intermediate horsemanship scrolls.
Even if they couldn't compare to the Dothraki, who grew up on horseback, they were still a cavalry force not to be underestimated.
"High-level attacks on low-level opponents, beat the idiots! Take them down!"
Fengyun roared, then pulled down his armor, grabbed his lance, and charged down the slope first. The players behind him gripped their weapons and spurred their horses to charge towards the oncoming enemies.
Just as the two cavalry forces were about to collide like two torrents, they all drew their short spears and throwing axes and hurled them at the enemy.
Before the battle even began, many men on both sides had already fallen in the front ranks.
"Step over it!"
The cavalry charge must not stop; to stop means certain death. The caravan captain, at the forefront, sternly reprimanded his cavalrymen.
Without needing any prompting from Fengyun, the opposing players spurred their horses and trampled the fallen players' corpses without hesitation.
"kill!"
The cavalry charge did not literally mean two groups of people and horses colliding. The cavalrymen would tacitly turn their horses around and engage in battle as they passed by the enemy.
bump!
The lance in Fengyun's hand broke, and he fell backward, almost being thrown off his horse by the huge impact.
Unfortunately, his enemy failed to dodge and was sent flying far away by the lance in Fengyun's hand, which carried the force of the charging warhorse. He finally landed on the ground and was trampled into a bloody pulp by his own men's horses.
The brutal fighting was extremely fierce, and the players, with their fearless and ruthless spirit, quickly overwhelmed the caravan's cavalry, preventing them from raising their heads.
As the two groups of cavalry passed each other, Fengyun turned his horse around and there were still twenty or thirty riders behind him.
Only a dozen or so riders remained behind the caravan leader.
"kill!"
Fengyun, wielding a blood-stained sword, charged ahead.
The unicorn beneath him neighed and raised its head, revealing its blood-stained horn, which it had used to pierce the neck of a warhorse during the recent clash.
None of the players behind Fengyun hesitated; their eyes gleamed with greed as they charged forward on horseback.
However, the caravan had lost its morale. They were just mercenaries fighting for money, and after suffering heavy casualties, how could they dare to fight? Seeing the enemy's fierce approach, they immediately scattered like birds and beasts.
No matter how the caravan captain called out, they did not turn around.
Fengyun rode forward, beheaded the caravan captain, and turned his horse around, his longsword aimed directly at the caravan's formation.
Meanwhile, the caravan's infantry had already been scattered and broken up by the ferocious players who rushed down the earthen slope.
A mercenary stabbed the player with a spear, and he watched as blood gushed out. But the next second, the mercenary stood up and, to his horrified gaze, finished him off with a longsword.
This scene kept flashing before the eyes of the caravan's mercenaries. Their morale, which was already low, vanished the moment Fengyun appeared with his cavalry.