As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Xun's cavalry had already charged into the barbarian ranks at high speed, sweeping through their formations like a storm.
The barbarians on the outer fringe were all made up of miscellaneous troops, and their combat effectiveness was not strong. They were arranged at the rear only to facilitate the pursuit of the main forces.
Moreover, since the engagement with the Holy Roman Army, the barbarians had suffered repeated defeats. These soldiers were not the resolute central fighters; they had already been demoralized by the Holy Roman Army and were filled with fear towards them from the inside out.
Facing the Holy Roman light cavalry from all directions, they were completely defenseless, collapsing almost on contact and retreating backward like a receding tide.
Behind these shield-bearing soldiers were the Barbarian King's spearmen. Before they could show their might, they collided with the retreating barbarian soldiers.
In their desperation to escape, these miscellaneous troops forcefully pushed against the spearmen, causing a major stampede with the unprepared spearmen.
Although Bijial, under the Barbarian King, was fierce, he was cut off from the Holy Roman Army by the barbarian's miscellaneous troops, leaving him with a sense of powerlessness, unable to exert his strength anywhere.
But he was, after all, an elite figure from the Witch tribe. Seeing the chaotic battlefield ahead, his eyes blazed, and he finally roared at the spearmen at the front.
"Kill!"
The spearmen in front hesitated. It wasn't that they didn't want to charge the Holy Roman Army, but they were separated from them by layers of barbarian soldiers and couldn't reach them.
Furthermore, these barbarian soldiers, eager to escape, pushed like a flood, forcing the spearmen to retreat continuously.
They did not understand Bijial's command. How were they to kill?
While they hesitated, they heard Bijial's hoarse voice calling out loudly, "Those who dare retreat again shall die!"
The spearmen were stunned by this, but the barbarian soldiers seemed unimimpressed by the Witch tribe leader and continued to flee desperately, crashing into the spearmen with reckless abandon.
Clearly, the pressure on them was increasing. The penetrating killing intent and fierce battle spirit of the Holy Roman Army sent chills down their spines, forcing them to retreat with all their might, transferring all the pressure to the spearmen behind them.
The spearmen in the rear were being squeezed by the defeated troops and connected to the rear of the Barbarian King's main forces. The pressure from all directions compressed this formation of tens of thousands of soldiers into a fan shape, slowly advancing towards the Qian Du River, and was on the verge of being forced into the Qian Du River.
The defeated troops, retreating like a tide, overwhelmed the spearmen. These fierce warriors suffered nearly a tenth of their casualties in the collision with the defeated troops. Bijial's eyes turned bloodshot, and he finally roared hysterically, "Kill!"
Bijial was the first to push through the crowd and charge towards the retreating barbarian soldiers, swinging his saber fiercely at those who were crashing into the spearmen like headless flies. Immediately after, the spearmen also reacted and turned their butcher knives towards the fleeing barbarian soldiers.
Seeing this, Sibotan felt a surge of blood. "They..."
He then moved to stop Bijial, but Sain waved him off, blocking him. Sain stared intently at the front line and said with difficulty, "If we don't do this, we'll be overwhelmed by our own people sooner or later!"
Sibotan trembled at this, his face filled with sorrow. These were all his own kinsmen!
Under the dual pressure of the spearmen and the Holy Roman Army, the barbarian army was in disarray and had to spread out to both sides, forming a long demarcation line at the boundary between the two armies.
However, the main force of the barbarian army was still pushed back several steps by the Holy Roman light cavalry, and many of Sain's central forces were forced into the Qian Du River. The Qian Du River was a weak river where even a feather could not float, let alone people!
The seemingly clear water would quickly engulf anyone who fell into it, leaving them no ability to resist.
It had to be said that these Witch tribe spearmen were quite fierce. Relying on their physical advantages, they held their shields and charged forcefully at the retreating soldiers, quickly engaging in battle with the Holy Roman Army.
The Holy Roman light cavalry, arrayed uniformly, had the advantage of high ground and should have been superior, but they still couldn't gain much advantage against these spearmen.
These spearmen used their shields to block the Holy Roman Army's attacks, wielded their sabers to cut down horses, and after the horses were felled, they would then attack the light cavalry.
Some spearmen, relying on their height advantage, were almost as tall as the Holy Roman cavalry, allowing them to engage in direct horizontal combat.
Although the Holy Roman Army had realized that these spearmen were difficult to deal with, they hadn't expected them to be so tenacious. Under such disadvantages, they could still hold their ground, which spoke volumes of their ferocity.
At the same time, the Holy Roman Army couldn't help but feel fortunate that, following Xiao Xun's advice, they hadn't directly engaged these spearmen. Otherwise, they didn't know how great the losses would have been.
Under the fierce counterattack of the spearmen, as the barbarian army was about to stabilize its formation, Sain and the others couldn't help but sigh in relief, while also being astonished by the combat power of the spearmen.
Just as Sain was preparing to stabilize the formation and launch a strong counterattack against the Holy Roman Army, he suddenly heard the sound of even more intense hoofbeats from a distance. Judging from the sound of the hoofbeats, this cavalry force was not large, but the volume of the hoofbeats was significantly heavier than the previous wave, and the sound was extremely solemn, filled with a chilling killing intent.
Before Sain and the others could react, they heard a unified shout from afar.
"Open!"
Following this shout, the Holy Roman light cavalry at the forefront spread out like a tide to both sides. The pressure on the spearmen greatly reduced, and their taut nerves relaxed.
However, the peculiar actions of the Holy Roman Army left them somewhat bewildered, and for a moment, they didn't know how to react. They stood frozen on the battlefield, looking at each other, and even their commander, Bijial, was stunned and didn't know how to react.
But the barbarian army's state lasted for less than a second before a vast killing intent suddenly spread, and the intense battle spirit oppressed them to the point of suffocation.
A buzzing sound echoed in the air, and in an instant, the sky seemed to be covered by something, blocking out the sun and darkening the entire sky. However, the vast killing intent became even more concentrated, roaring down like mountains and seas. The air itself seemed to be sucked dry, making it difficult to breathe.
A collective cry of alarm erupted from the front ranks of the spearmen. This cry seemed to contain many complex emotions, carrying a hint of fear and despair, as well as surprise and disbelief, causing even Sain and the others in the rear to crane their necks forward inexplicably to understand the situation.
Immediately after, the barbarian army witnessed the most brutal, ruthless, and fierce attack in the world. Countless long spears descended rapidly from the horizon like shooting stars, plunging into the ranks of the spearmen.
With an overwhelming penetrating power and unparalleled impact force, they crashed into the spearmen.
These shield-bearing spearmen were sent flying by the impact of the spears, crashing into those behind them. Some were directly pierced by the spears and pinned to the ground, while others, holding their shields, were still pierced through their bodies by the spears' powerful penetration...
The entire scene was incredibly bloody and tragic, leaving the barbarian army behind stunned. They had never imagined that the powerful spearmen would suffer more than half their casualties before even engaging in battle.
But the barbarian army had clearly underestimated the combat power of the Holy Romans. Before the spearmen could even react, they were met with an even more ferocious attack from the Holy Roman Army. The heavily armored cavalry, clad in heavy armor and wielding long spears, charged into the spearmen, their collisions creating a series of intense clangs.
The massive spearmen had never experienced such a strong impact force. After enduring the impact of these heavily armored cavalry with their physical bodies, they paid a very heavy price, and the spearmen's defensive line was thrown into disarray.
Under the powerful impact of the Holy Roman heavy cavalry, the spearmen, who had been calm and fierce just moments ago, were forced back nearly ten meters by the relentless offensive.
Under the immense pressure, continuous splashing sounds came from the rear of the barbarian army, with countless people crying out as they were pushed into the water of death – the Qian Du River.
"Northern Ridge Iron Cavalry!"
Zu An took a deep breath and exclaimed.
Sain couldn't help but glance at this small contingent of heavy cavalry and praised sincerely, "As expected, they are the finest cavalry in the world!"
Sibotan, standing nearby, asked anxiously, "Zu An, what do we do now?"
Zu An looked at the chaotic battlefield ahead and sighed, "No hurry! There will be plenty of time later!"
With that, he glanced at the western riverbank, where the Holy Roman light cavalry was gathered. Compared to the other sides, their numbers were not large, and their sound was relatively quiet. Zu An immediately said, "We'll break out from that direction. As long as we can fight our way out, this old man has a way to defeat the enemy!"
Sain nodded. "Let's go!"
He immediately led the elite of his tribe towards that direction.