"You're making farts! Where can the farmers do..." Mogh cursed, moving his eyes to the ground;

However, when he carefully observed the situation on the ground, he could not scold him.

Because the ground was indeed plowed.

The main road that could accommodate two or three large carriages in parallel had been destroyed beyond recognition;

Generally speaking, the main road should be flat, tidy, solid ground, and there should not be large potholes - so that the carriage can drive at high speed on it;

But the ground on which Mog's horses are now not like this: the plain ground was carefully turned over by countless plows, and those who have a little understanding of farming know that this has reached the standard of sowing;

The soil blocks that have been stolen for many years have been shattered, and then crushed, and even turned up the sand and soil on the lower layer of the road;

At this moment, it is not easy to find a piece of earth rubble the size of a fist...

...Which farmer is so idle!? Have the strength to farm well!?

This incomprehensible situation made Mog angry and whipped Lid with a whip.

Why would anyone plow... the main road? What are the benefits for those farmers to turn the road into this way?

There is no doubt that the main road became this virtue, which could indeed delay the speed of the heavy cavalry - Mog could feel that the team had slowed down by at least 30%;

The horses trampled on the dirt road, and they couldn't get up.

But what's the use of this? It's so time-consuming and labor-intensive to delay the arrival of the heavy cavalry?

This can only be delayed for one or two hours at most, right? What's the use?

There must be a problem. Mog ordered the entire army to be vigilant, and perhaps the enemy will take advantage of this time to launch an attack!

Of course, even if an attack is launched at this moment, there is nothing to be afraid of - Mogg was not panicked.

Most of the armed forces of the Ryin were light infantry, and their bows and arrows could not pose any threat to the heavy armor of the Northland Wrath;

Even if there were such a pitiful little cavalry who wanted to launch a raid...Mog looked at both sides of the road. It was still a certain distance from Warhammer City, and there were dense woods near the main road;

The cavalry could not charge from the side. Since that is the case, there is nothing to be afraid of. Mog quickly stabilized his emotions-

But the scene he saw next made him unable to calm down.

After turning a slight angle along the main road, Mog saw the fire on the road far ahead - there was someone there!

The best-sighted scout cavalry immediately urged him to come forward. Even if he couldn't run fast on such ground, he did his duty. Soon, he returned to Mog and reported to him about the situation ahead.

"Sir." The scouts did not look panicked, but were a little confused: "There are construction teams led by Ryin in front; they are building fortifications there."

"Construction team? Fortifications?" Mogg almost laughed out loud, "Business in the big night? Haha, what kind of fortification can stop the wrath of the North?"

"According to what subordinates saw, they seemed to be laying out pointed wooden stakes." The scout continued, "and their number... did not seem to be large, only about a thousand; they were not equipped with heavy armor, nor were there cavalry.

That's the light infantry—!Mog nodded excitedly.

After watching the previous battle, all the heavy cavalry believed in their devastating lethality to the light infantry;

Mog was also quite confident about this. He knew that this number of infantry and their ridiculous fortifications could not stop Wallling's anger.

"Then let them know what irresistible power is!" Mogg put down his whip, pulled out the rifle beside the saddle, and shouted at the soldiers behind him: "Soldiers of Wall, you finally have the opportunity to fight!"

"Seeing the ridiculous Ryan soldiers in front of them, they tried to use wooden stakes to intercept our pace!"

"There are differences between cavalry and cavalry! Now, let them see it!"

"Long live the Wall Family--!"

After shouting the last sentence with great momentum, Mogdang launched the charge first;

Poor Lid and his bad horse were dragged by the cavalry beside him and rushed forward together.

Mog was not afraid of so-called fortifications—especially so-called pointed stakes.

For ordinary cavalry, pointed wooden stakes are indeed a powerful tool to hinder charges. Even if there is a leather vest that hits directly the tip of the wooden stake, the war horse will be injured at the very least, and die on the spot at the worst. The cavalry on the horse's back will not be very good to eat;

But what Duke Majin wanted to build was an "invincible" heavy cavalry. How could he stop because of those wooden stakes?

The secret to fighting those wooden stakes lies in the form of metal armor in front of the war horse;

If two ordinary thin iron plates are not penetrated, the wooden stake will have a huge impact on the war horses even if they are not penetrated. However, the war horse precursor adopted by the Fury of the North is not only thick enough, but its shape is like a chicken breast - this will cause the wooden stake to shift when the armor comes into contact;

They do not collide with the armor in a real way, but tilt towards the direction of the armor slope; soon, the other end of them will tilt out of the soil and fall to the ground without any threat.

It turns out that these soldiers led by Ryin plowed the main road for this reason? Oh, it's so stupid!

They thought it would be easier for soft soil to insert wooden stakes into it?

Working overnight is also to cover the road with wooden stakes as soon as possible and hinder the offensive of the Northland's Wrath?

Too self-righteous, you weak guys! Mog laughed wildly, waved his rifle with one hand and torch with the other, and rushed over first.

Although the soft ground will cause the cavalry to become slower, the power of the cavalry can still ensure that one blow will kill the light infantry!

As he got closer and closer to the defense line, Mogg began to see clearly the situation of the front line over there;

The soldiers under Ryin stopped construction - it seems that they also knew that a disaster was about to come!

Mogg suddenly had a little idea in his heart that he did not belong to him: he hoped that the quality of the other soldiers would be higher.

Otherwise, these soldiers would be in trouble if they fled into the woods in a scattered manner, hahahahahahaha-

Mog saw that the soldiers began to hide behind the half-finished fortifications - they were afraid! Fearing the unmoved attack of the North Wrath!

That's right, but it's useless!

The unfinished fortifications looked a little sparse; hundreds of wooden stakes were stuck crookedly on the ground, and they looked nothing powerful;

These people and wooden stakes were simply unable to build heavy cavalry-

Mog's crazy laughter was interrupted by the coldness that spilled on his face.

The torches began to fade away--everyone in the North Wrath realized something extremely bad.

It's raining.
Chapter completed!