In the waves formed by the blue-green hills, rural knights in yellow-green woolen tights moved around the chariot fortresses like a dazed Latin fish shoal, aimlessly swimming back and forth.
On the grass by the river, Hussite-style war chariots with thickened wooden planks were tail-to-tail connected with each other, standing inside were farmers migrating with the army.
Rudilo barely poked his head out of the formation of the long spearmen, looking at the Ibe rural knights spinning back and forth seeking weaknesses.
Sandwiched between two extraordinary long spearmen, Rudilo angrily adjusted the oversized brimmed helmet on his head.
"This damn helmet, I must change it tomorrow!"
Searching through the sparse woods and shrubs, he could hear the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground.
"Over there, over there." Perched on a branch of a large tree, Juer Dan, who had the sharpest vision, shouted pointing in a direction.
