The events unfolded in an instant.
The armies far behind them only saw their noble young master, who had separated from them, suddenly being thrown from his horse and shot into a porcupine.
Everyone's minds went blank, a chaotic mess.
A young Knight roared, his voice distorted by shock: "What happened!"
Sir Adam's roar was like a clap of thunder; his gaze swept over Jero Legge, who lay in the mud, shot to such an extent that there was no hope of him surviving: "Save the young master!"
Jero Legge was the Lord's only son, the future heir. With him dead before them, the only thing they could do was retrieve Jero's body to hopefully lessen their guilt.
Seeing that everyone was still in a state of shock, Sir Adam drew his longsword, its tip pointing forward: "Enemy attack!"
"It's the enemy!"
His voice finally roused the Knights and soldiers who were paralyzed by shock.
Adam roared again, his voice hoarse: "Save the young master! Hurry!"
Five Heavy Knights broke free from their shock, their eyes burning with rage. The noble heir had been killed in front of them; they could not escape the blame.
The Knights continuously roared at the Knight Squires behind them.
"Helmets!"
"Lances!"
The squires, terrified by the Knights' fury, fumbled as they handed over the heavy equipment.
The Knights had practiced countless times; their movements were skilled and swift. They put on their helmets and lowered their visors, the cold visors concealing their furious faces.
The warhorses restlessly pawed the ground, snorting hot breath, awaiting their masters' signal to charge. Five Heavy Knights, five mobile fortresses of steel, their full plate armor gleaming coldly in the morning light.
Sir Adam's voice drowned out all other noise: "Charge!"
"Charge! We must not let the young master's body fall into enemy hands!"
The Knights responded with roars, their furious shouts and the horses' neighs merging into a torrent. Holding their lances, they began to charge at the enemy, with the infantry following closely behind.
Brin watched the five charging Knights with cold eyes. Although few in number, he, having fought for the Lord before, knew that these men, encased in iron, were like bulls—extremely dangerous and lethal.
He turned to the crossbowmen, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching every crossbowman's ear: "Crank!"
"Crank!"
Upon receiving the order, the winch crossbowmen quickly pressed the front part with their feet, and with all their might, turned the heavy winches.
A tense atmosphere solidified in the air.
In the distance, the increasingly loud thud of hooves sounded like the drumbeat of death, full of oppressive force.
The oppressive force of a cold-weapon plate-armored heavy cavalry charge was devastating. The crossbowmen lowered their heads, turning the winches, unable to see anything, yet they seemed to feel the ground trembling beneath their feet. Five reflections of steel grew closer and closer, becoming more and more dazzling.
Cold sweat trickled down a young crossbowman's cheek, dripping into his eyes, stinging and painful. His hand went limp, and the heavy winch suddenly spun backward.
Time was being stretched, a matter of life and death.
The distance of the Heavy Knights was rapidly shortening, yet the crossbowmen's stringing motions became clumsy in their panic.
Brin's ten brothers, though skilled in archery, could only futilely loose arrows. Those flimsy arrows bounced off the Knights' plate armor, merely producing a clanging sound before weakly deflecting.
Someone began to shout uncontrollably: "Faster! Faster! Faster! They're coming!"
Five Heavy Knights, side by side, were enough to look down upon hundreds of light infantry. Hooves thundered, the earth roared. They leveled their lances. Jero's infantry, seeing their Knight Lords so brave, shouted and followed behind the Knight Lords, yelling for a bloody battle, pointing directly at Brin's formation!
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