People, including those who stood on deck and watched, could see a brief moment of astonishment on the resolute and resolute faces of the heroic knights. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Hearing this, the knight officer froze as he raised his arm and swung his sword, lowered the tip of his knife slightly, stared at Zheng Fei in confusion, and even forgot to shout the slogan of fearless charge.

"Have you seen the Brute Bull Army?" he said after a long time, the knife had been completely lowered, and the tip of the knife fell to the ground.

"During the search for Brad in Venice, seen. ”

As he spoke, Zheng Fei stretched out his hand to Santiago and meant to give me the wine jug, but Santiago was stunned and sniffed his nose.

"Heh, Brad...... I've heard that all the soldiers of Venice have failed to catch the old fox. ”

The Heroic Knights Legion is modeled after the Italian Bull Force, and as the leader of the Knights' Legion, the officer has been in correspondence with the Bull Force, thousands of kilometers away, and the Venetian round-up of Brad has long been reported, and it is said that the prince also disappeared in those days, and it is very likely that he was taken captive by Brad.

When the news of the prince's sudden disappearance reached Romania, it instantly caused the royal family to be furious, but they were struggling to deal with the Ottoman army and could not be distracted for the time being.

Previously, the reinforcements from several Central European countries contacted by the prince had arrived in Romania and been put into the battlefield, and the pressure on the front had been effectively relieved, but it was still deadlocked, and it was urgent to inject a strong new force, otherwise the Romanian dynasty would be in danger of being subverted at any time.

Dozens of meters away, Brad heard that all the Venetian soldiers had failed to catch him, and he couldn't help but the corners of his mouth proudly, and coughed twice dryly to show his presence.

Santiago and Hans, who have always been unaccustomed to pretending, are not unconvinced at this time, because as early as their youth, the legendary killer Brad was already famous in Europe, and Brad was not a few years older than them.

At this moment, the knight officer, who was immersed in sadness, suddenly remembered that it was the enemy who was standing opposite, and he should not have said so much!

The dock of Nuoda is silent, the people of Constanta understand what will happen next, a bloody battle is inevitable, although there is fear in their hearts, but they also want to let the offenders see, all the people of Constanta are soldiers!

Thousands of knights straddled their black-maned horses, clenched their sabers and proudly straightened their chests, and the sword and shield soldiers scattered all over the dock also gathered, forming a circle of four thousand Spartan warriors, ready to attack.

Unfortunately, they did not see even the slightest cowardice in the eyes of their opponents as expected, which made them really puzzled and confused about the strength of the enemy army.

Zheng Fei looked around, smiled bitterly at the hostility of the Constanta people, and shouted: "I'm not your enemy, I just want to leave here with my people and things!"

"You know, that can't be!" replied the officer.

He had to admit that he was a wise officer, and with a great war imminent, he could not allow such a powerful armed force to remain in Romania, and if they belonged to the Ottoman Empire, it would certainly have a great impact on the situation of the war.

Like the Trojan Horse in mythology, the enemy army echoes inside and outside, and eventually causes catastrophe.

But he could feel that although there was nothing abnormal on the surface, the group of good boys under his command were more or less afraid in their hearts, which would seriously affect their combat effectiveness.

Morale must be boosted!

After a short silence, he suppressed the fear surging in his heart, raised his head, and shouted in a sonorous voice.

"The moment the knight cuts off the demon's head, the demon's blood will splash on the knight, and the knight will be polluted and will no longer be light!

His voice has always had a strong sense of execution, like a horn, swinging on the silent dock.

The knights did not shout "Always ready", but simply but forcefully let out a shout in unison, and then remained silent, eyeing the mighty enemy. In their view, shouting slogans is purely superficial, and it is enough to comprehend the spirit.

The shouts of the officers added another fire to the knights, and their fighting spirit multiplied, and just as they were about to show the fearless charge of the heroic knights, they heard not very good news.

Bad news, to be exact.

"You take the Brute Bull Army as a model! But do you know that the warriors standing in front of you are Sparta!"

Shouting out Sparta, Zheng Fei deliberately lowered his tone, making this name, which left a glorious page in the annals of history, showing its strong deterrent power.

As a result, the people of Constanta began to re-examine their opponents.

The Spartan warrior had an iron shield in his left hand and a heavy sword in his right, staring ahead with an expressionless face without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

With equal numbers on both sides, the Spartan warriors never thought it was a battle, but a massacre.

And if the opponent is several times or even dozens of times the opponent, the warriors will be full of fighting spirit and enjoy the thrill of battle until the moment of death.

This is the Sparta, and under normal circumstances you would never tell how warlike they are, but once they do, they turn into tireless demons!

After the blood was on the head, the knight officer hesitated a little, and the opponent was as calm as a devil, a devil who should only appear in a nightmare.

Now all the combatants of the docks, including the porters, are only five or six thousand, and in the face of these four thousand unfathomable Spartan soldiers, his heart is very bottomless, to be honest, even the more than 20,000 soldiers currently distributed throughout Constanta combined, may not be able to withstand it.

After thousands of years, Europeans are familiar with the legend of the 300 warriors of Sparta against the Persian army, and they are full of deep awe for this long-vanished city-state and people.

Soon after, the Ottoman army was about to land in Constanta, and at this time a large number of troops were lost, and everything was over.

Thinking of this, the officer couldn't help but gasp, panic flashed in his eyes again, and he clenched the hilt of the knife in his hand uneasily.

Raising his head, his gaze swept over the warriors.

He thought about it, what if the other party was lying? Wasn't the Spartan city-state disintegrated long ago?

Rolling his eyes, he plucked up his courage: "Why should I believe that you are Spartans?"

"Or ...... Let's have a try?"

Hearing Zheng Fei's reply, the officer turned over and dismounted, and took two steps forward with his saber in the eyes of the people, standing tall.

Zheng Fei turned his head and raised his eyebrows at the Spartan warrior who knew Latin, and before he could say more, the warrior twisted his neck and walked out of the array with a straight face.

He had little interest in the fight. (To be continued.) )