The light cavalry under Tillihan's crotch are all fine horse breeds produced in the horse farm.

At the same time, they use light cavalry horses that favor speed and endurance, rather than heavy knight horses that tend to be tall and powerful, with unparalleled impact.

In addition, the burden of these light cavalry is much smaller, only a half-length chain armor is worn on the body, and the rest is only a layer of armor. The horses without too much burden naturally run more easily and quickly.

Compared with the cavalry behind Mekasha, their speed is slightly ahead.

Therefore, the light cavalry slowly approached the galloping knights from the rear.

"Your Majesty the Queen! Take the people first! I'm here to stop them!" Seeing that the enemy behind him had caught up, the general beside the Queen could only shout to Mekasha helplessly.

The distance between the two sides is only three hundred meters. If the enemy continues to approach, there will be no room to stop and fight against the opponent. When they stop, they will only become dead souls under the enemy's saber.

Mekasha glanced at the general. She had looked down on him before that, thinking that he did not have the excellent quality of loyalty.

Just because he fell under her pomegranate dress, betrayed his master, and helped her launch a secret court coup.

Now, Mekatha really understands this person who is not even willing to look at him.

Before Mekatha could speak, the general shouted: "Leave ten people to protect your Majesty the Queen! The others will challenge me!"

These knights also cherish their glory, and dedication to loyalty is nothing.

After all, in the knight class, there are endless civil wars in order to fight for the role of the queen when the army is defeated. The two words of loyalty and glory have filled their little brains.

These cavalry stopped their horses, turned their horses' heads, and faced the enemy forces behind them.

Tillihan frowned and looked at the scene in front of him, feeling a little surprised.

He admired the enemy who wanted to be a car in front of him, but he also despised such a practice.

Without the horse speed, the equipment can only barely be said to be excellent. At the same time, the exhausted group of knights also want to block themselves, which is really whimsical.

A sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth, and Tillihan increased the speed of his horse again. The two dozen hussars around him had already taken out the bows at their waists, and they were ready to shoot at any time.

"You daring nasty things, come on, come on! Only a group of tired knights are fighting with you!"

The general laughed and rushed towards the hussars. His eyes were full of nostalgia for the world, but he still rushed forward without hesitation.

"Honorable fool!"

This group of cavalry followed the general, with their long swords in front of them, rushing towards the light cavalry led by Tirighan.

This group of knights have been trained since childhood, knowing that they must not raise their long swords before they meet the enemy in short-term combat, and let the opponent judge their attack direction.

The distance of 300 meters is only a few seconds for the cavalry, and the two sides have already faced each other in the blink of an eye.

The light cavalry beside Tilihan instantly dispersed to the sides, and at the same time, the arrow in his hand was shot out at the moment when I was sideways, all falling to the forefront of the enemy army.

Twenty dozen arrows were shot out, and sporadic screams from the enemy could be heard. Three or four unlucky knights were shot in positions without armor protection, and wailed and fell to their horses.

This caused a little riot to these knights, and the light cavalry behind them made up in an instant, holding light lances and flocking beside Tillihan.

It is very unwise for the light cavalry to start a frontal conflict with the knights. If it is under normal circumstances, the result of the light cavalry is bound to be trampled into flesh.

However, the light cavalry under Tillyhan's command are all elite and well equipped, and they have some confidence in fighting the exhausted second-rate knights head-on.

A light lance, which is longer than a long sword, pierced the enemy’s chest. The enemy general was stabbed and pierced at the first time. He was thrown under his horse's hoof like a rag doll and stepped into unrecognizable flesh. mud.

This time, the light cavalry of Tillihan took a big advantage, trading more than 30 casualties in exchange for nearly 50 enemies to fall from the horse.

After the two sides separated, Tirehan did not turn around, nor did he order the light cavalry to stop, but continued to run forward to chase the inverted figure.

Tillihan knew who it was and what it meant to his majesty. He just wanted to chop off that person's head because he was afraid that his majesty would have another sympathy.

Without the restraint of the general, even the knights would become disorganized, and some of them became cowardly, cowering and daring not to catch up.

As for the rest of the people, they immediately turned their horses and continued to chase the cavalry torrent ahead.

Mekasha could hear the sound of horses hooves coming closer and closer behind her, and her heart also felt flustered.

She suddenly discovered that the hatred that has supported her for so many years is really nothing under the threat of life. Compared to not being able to take revenge, she seems to be more afraid of death.

This brought a huge sense of humiliation to Mekasha, and the longer the fear of death lasted, the more tormented her heart.

"Damn it, I'm just afraid that if I die, I won't be able to avenge my father and brother, I'm just afraid... I won't see my son here!"

Mekatha said this in her heart, still running fast.

But even so, it still couldn't stop Tillihan from leading the light cavalry from getting closer.

The knights behind the hussars were chasing desperately, and this could be regarded as giving these hussars a good opportunity.

Under the suppression of the archer, they couldn't display their ability to ride and shoot, and now they finally have a place to use them.

He took out his bow and poured arrows towards the rear for a while. Although the power of the bow is not great, it is more convenient and you can keep shooting.

In an instant, these dozens of people carried out seven or eight rounds of shooting. From time to time, some people screamed and fell. Hundreds of arrows shot out and many people became hedgehogs.

Arrows that did not penetrate the enemy's chain armor hung on the chain armor and swung up and down.

The chase lasted for five minutes, and Tiryhan got closer and closer, less than 30 meters away from Mekatha and others~lightnovelpub.net~ The 60-pound bow in his hand has an accurate range of more than 50 meters. Now, in order to prevent any accidents, he shortened the distance to 30 meters.

Just listening to a series of "boom boom" sounds, a few arrows were shot out.

Worthy of being a man who has been playing bows and arrows for thirty years, the best adjective for him is to give him the best adjective for ten people and ten arrows.

The horse that had lost its owner slowly slowed down and ran to the side. Mekasha was already alone.

Tillihan once again increased his horse speed a little, and the horse he praised had reached its limit speed, and he couldn't improve it at all.

Slowly, he was running side by side with Mekasha.

Tirehan slowly approached, and he, who was adept at riding, grabbed the rein of Mekatha who was trying to resist.

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