Within a distance of ten meters, at a height above everyone else, the knights instantly became live targets for the holy guns and the large mortars.
"Ah! Despicable farmers!"
"Damn, damn, damn, let go of me, you bunch of..."
"Bang—"
Broken swords and wood chips covered the ground, shattered armor fragments and bouncing lead pieces flew like steel fleas over people's heads.
From time to time, a knight would fall headlong from his warhorse, only to be immediately speared to death by the war monks around him.
Having lost their speed, the extraordinary knights visibly began to panic. Those near the edges fled directly and easily.
However, the Imperial Knights, having charged the hardest and gone the deepest, found themselves trapped in the encirclement of countless war monks.
The war monks adhered to one principle: first kill your horse, then kill you.
