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"Hah!" With a roar of rage, Foster raised his saber with all his might, and slashed cleanly through the neck of the enemy in front of him, and the blood splattered in all directions, and another great head rose into the sky.

But even so, the sword that the opponent stabbed desperately before dying still stabbed the first captain of the Bright Wings in the right thigh, and Foster only felt a sharp pain coming from his thigh, and the whole person shook violently on the horse, almost falling off the horse.

"Phew!" Foster spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, and the saber in his hand was raised again, striking a dazzling sword light in the air, instantly slashing the three infantry who rushed up and wanted to besiege him into six.

"Haha, it's ****** pleasure!" Foster was so strong that he couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a roar, like a madman.

The fierce battle left countless wounds on Foster's body, but the captain, who had gone completely insane, didn't take it seriously.

As long as he doesn't die, he Foster can continue to fight!

Forster, full of fighting spirit, roared again, and was about to swing his sword to fight again, when he suddenly found that there was an empty space in front of him, and only the tall walls of the Shining Lite Palace stood in front of him.

He's broken through that last line of defense.

Forster, the captain of the First Brigade of the Knights of the Wings of Light, was the first of the 5,000 Knights of the Wings of Light to break through the defense line of 12,000 enemies and came to the palace walls of the Palace of Sunilet.

"Captain!" Suddenly, a call rang out from behind Foster.

Foster subconsciously turned around and found that dozens of light-winged knights wearing red tassels had also broken through the battlefield that was still in chaos and came to his side.

Foster took a deep breath and suddenly remembered a very serious question.

He had followed General Biedrins all the way to the assault, and now he had successfully broken through the defensive line, but General Biedrins, who should have been in front of him, was nowhere to be seen.

Foster hurriedly asked these subordinates, "What about the generals?" Who saw the general? ”

The knights looked at each other, these people all followed Foster all the way to the bloody killing, and their eyes were staring at Forster's unstoppable figure as if he was descending from the heavens, and who paid attention to General Biedrins in front of Foster?

Foster's heart sank, and he hurriedly looked up, wanting to find the Knights of Lightwings on the battlefield.

The flag, or the flag, is usually held by the flag bearer, and in 99 percent of cases, the commander and the commander are bound to be in the same position.

In today's chaotic battlefield, Daxu is undoubtedly the best way to discern the position of the commander.

But what made Forster even more chilled was that although the two sides could indeed be faintly seen on the fire-filled battlefield at this moment, judging from the patterns painted on these two large walls, they belonged to the enemy's infantry regiment and cavalry regiment respectively.

The three-sided Daxu that should exist on the battlefield is missing the side that symbolizes the Knights of the Wings of Light!

This only means one thing, the flag bearer is definitely in trouble!

If something happens to the flag bearer, then what about General Biedrins, who will definitely stay with the flag bearer and Da Xu?

Foster suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore.

At that moment, another knight rode out of the warband, and came in the direction of Foster, and shouted as he galloped, "Captain Foster, general, he—"

Before he could finish speaking, the knight suddenly shook his body, and the whole person rolled from his horse to the ground.

Foster recognized that the knight was one of General Biedrins's personal guards, and for a moment he was shocked, and hurriedly jumped off his horse and picked him up, and said sharply, "What's wrong with the general?" ”

The knight looked obviously seriously wounded, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and when he heard this, he raised his right hand and pointed in a certain direction behind him: "General, he is trapped by the enemy, captain, you hurry-"

The knight's words suddenly stopped, and his head hung limply to the side, and he was already dead of anger.

"Damn it!" Forster was in a hurry, knowing that the situation of General Biedrins must have been extremely critical at this moment, so he couldn't help but jump on his horse in a few steps, and shouted to the knight beside him: "Go with Lao Tzu, let's go back and rescue the general!" ”

"Up!" Foster roared wildly, leading the nearly 100 knights behind him to plunge into the chaotic battle group again.

At the last and most critical moment of the battle, in addition to the Knights of the Wings of Light, the other two Great Commanders had also entered the battlefield one after another, which meant that the supreme commanders of the three armies had entered the battle with the last reserves.

At such a time, the three opposing commanders unanimously agreed on the same idea - take the lead, win or die!

Returning to the battlefield, Foster was in complete chaos, countless torches were thrown to the ground, and many corpses were directly ignited by the abandoned torches, emitting a harsh smell of burning and smoke.

This thick smoke mixed with the smoke and dust trampled by the hooves of the tens of thousands of horses in the battlefield, forming an extremely thick black fog, which greatly hindered Foster's vision.

"It's ****** eyesore!" Foster rode through the smoke and struck in the direction of the knight, killing all the enemies in his path.

The battle has reached now, whether it is the Knights of the Wings of Light or the defenders of the Holy See on the opposite side, all the commanders have lost control of their soldiers, and the total number of soldiers on both sides of the war is close to 20,000 scattered in such an extremely narrow and dense battlefield five kilometers long and two kilometers wide, fighting separately, crazy and chaotic, and the sound of battle resounded throughout the Holy See.

At this moment, the nearly 100 knights led by Foster have become a very powerful small force.

This small force frantically attacked and advanced under the leadership of Foster, in addition to slashing and killing all the Papal defenders it encountered along the way, and constantly collecting the Knights of the Wings of Light that they encountered on the road that had been scattered in the previous battle.

So the small force snowballed in size, and after ten minutes Foster suddenly found that the number of troops following him had reached -- three hundred!

It was at this time that the figure of General Biedrins appeared in Forster's sight.

The Supreme Commander of the Knights of the Wings of Light, guarded by about twenty of his own soldiers, was wrestling with a Papal garrison of at least four hundred, a mixture of infantry and cavalry.

Although these soldiers were all the top elites of the Knights of Lightwings, they were rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye under the siege of enemy forces ten times their size, and almost every second, at least one of their own soldiers fell under the enemy's sword.

The murderous aura that rushed to the sky immediately erupted from Foster's body: "Damn, brothers follow me, rescue the general!" ”

Three hundred Knights of the Wings of Light roared along the smoke-filled battlefield like a sharp blade into the back of the Papal defenders who surrounded General Biedrins.

The tide of events on the field was suddenly reversed, and Foster's troops completely scattered the defenders with a single charge, and cut off at least one hundred and fifty heads.

Foster finally reunited with his commander, and the Knights of the Wings of Light, who had fallen to the ground due to the death of the flag bearer, stood tall again.

Although his armor and even his body were covered in blood, General Biedrins still looked as calm as ever, and reached out and patted Forster on the shoulder: "Good job, Foster." ”

Foster grinned, and was about to say something, when suddenly several screams of terror came from the billowing smoke around him.

"General Garfield is dead, General Garfield is dead!"

Foster and General Biedrins glanced at each other, and both saw a look of surprise on each other's faces.

At this moment, the Knights of the Wings of Light were fighting fiercely with a 10,000-man infantry regiment and a 5,000-strong cavalry regiment, and General Garfield was the supreme commander of the 10,000-man infantry regiment.