The flail smashed heavily on a knight's forehead, leaving him dazed and disoriented.
Knights who had lost the height advantage of their warhorses found themselves struggling against the spears and flails constantly jabbing at them from behind the wagons.
With the second round of the Gryphon cannon's thunderous roar, the main force of the Extraordinary Knights retreated like a tide.
In front of the war chariots, about twenty or thirty knight corpses were left behind like starfish after the tide recedes.
Watching the retreating figures of the Extraordinary Knights, they still couldn't believe it.
Could they actually kill knights? Wasn't the Thousand River Valley always a symbol of weakness?
Not only the soldiers were puzzled, even the Duke of Redwood couldn't understand.
Seeing the Two-headed Raven banner rapidly approaching from the rear, it was clear how furious the Duke was at this moment.
