One heavy cavalryman after another continued to leap over the barricades, entering behind the fortifications, wantonly slaughtering the mercenaries one by one.
In front of these heavy cavalry, the mercenaries were like lambs waiting for slaughter.
They had no ability whatsoever to fight back!
And in the rear of the heavy cavalry, there was a group of light cavalry.
As the messenger mercenary had said, the rear was densely packed with infantry.
They were either wearing forged plate armor, with iron helmets on their heads, holding exotic long spears.
Or wearing armor plates, holding round shields in their left hands and iron spears in their right hands.
Or holding longswords, with longbows and quivers on their shoulders.
Even though the weapons in their hands were different.
They had one thing in common - fully armed!
The enemy troops attacking at night turned out to be a fully-armored soldier unit!
Looking at such a massacre, Keith's eyes were filled with horror.
