Fighters who are qualified to use the Orc Hunter Type II, that is, a pump-action shotgun with a load of 8 rounds, in addition to their excellent physical fitness, their psychological quality has also been greatly enhanced when facing orcs many times.

A total of 50 people, in groups of five, divided into ten squads, led by sergeants, scattered in different wind erosion caves. These wind-eroded karst caves have many complicated and tortuous branch roads, which are conducive to concealment. Its orc hunters have a large range, and two shotguns are enough to seal a hole.

As for the more lethal Spider Demon Recoilless Cannon, it was commanded by Harald himself, who was experienced, flexible, and calm when encountering the enemy. In addition to Qin Song's orders, he also had deeper thoughts.

The guerrilla tactics of the Spider Cannon have always been effective, and the reason for this is the concealment. Orcs and Templars have so far been unaware of this ultra-long-range weapon, so much so that they suspect each other of using some kind of special power.

This is good for the black stone collar.

Therefore, as a last resort, Harald does not intend to expose the spider cannon in advance, don't look at the hole cards that you don't know, and show them to become open cards, causing vigilance and precautions.

"Squads in place!

"Robles, Robles, please rush to the predetermined place at once, do not hesitate, do not stop, in the deepest part of the cavern, there is a fork in the road. Our fighters will cover you from both sides. ”

"Roger, receive!"

Robles, who ran desperately, led the panicked slaves to run through the desolate canyon. Although in order to ensure the smooth construction of the fortifications, they and Harald conducted many drills on emergency measures. But in fact, the psychological quality of these slave laborers is too poor, and the more they run, the more chaotic they become, like headless flies.

"If you don't want to die, run away with me!!"

The sound of the horse's hooves in his ears became louder and louder, the armor was sonorous, and in the knight's shout, Robles shouted hoarsely, and the speed of his feet increased, and the slaves who cried for their fathers and mothers, in order to survive, subconsciously ran with him.

"My lord, they were really scared stupid just now!"

The speed of the galloping war horse gradually increased, and in the wind whistling, Melde, who pulled off the helmet and face, shouted loudly: "Cut off a few heads and go back, so that you can make a difference!"

Viscount Hein stared at the fleeing slaves in front of him and looked at the surroundings, and under his leadership, the Knights chose a route that bypassed the excavated foundation pit and broke into the pass from the side.

The distance from the slave labor is about 100 meters.

With the charging speed that the war horse has formed, at most a dozen breaths, it can catch up and start a slaughter. From beginning to end, Viscount Haiyin didn't notice anything unusual, and those slave laborers who fled for their lives cried and grabbed the ground, and it didn't look like they were pretending.

Gurgling, purring......

The two serfs running at the back of the line were so frightened that their thighs cramped, and they stumbled and fell to the ground.

When they got up again, the iron hooves were already approaching, and their eyes widened in horror, and they supported themselves with their arms and wailed loudly and crawled: "Help, don't leave me......!

The first to catch up was Melde, who didn't even bother to use his sword, and directly drove the war horse, stepped on the iron hooves, and slammed into it.

Burst......

Blood splattered, and the emaciated body was trampled under his feet like a sack, and then countless horses' hooves poured in, and the death was extremely tragic.

The other one was not much better than him, and without even a word, he became a puddle of flesh.

The blood stirred up the knights' fighting spirit, and the momentum became even greater, and Melde lowered his body, his eyes shining fiercely, staring closely at the backs that were getting closer and closer.

For the skilled Holy Spirit Knights, these people are not even qualified to be targets.

However, at this moment, Robles, who was running at the front of the line, made a sharp turn and turned behind a boulder jutting out of the rock wall, and the rest of the people followed suit.

This is the predetermined hiding place, a cave hidden behind a boulder.

The figures in front of him disappeared behind the boulder one after another, and Viscount Hein's heart was alarmed, and he subconsciously grabbed the reins of the horse and held his breath.

The moment the Knights rushed over the boulder, everyone was stunned to find that the slaves had gone crazy into a swarthy hole and disappeared in an instant.

The entrance to the cave was very cramped, and two war horses might not be able to squeeze into it side by side. However, the knights who had raised the speed of the charge had no way to brake immediately, so they could only rely on inertia to miss the hole and rush forward, slowly slowing down.

Charging is a cavalry advantage, but in some cases, it is also a cavalry weakness......

Once you rush up, it takes time to stop.

When these hoplites who had just run up reacted, they had already run along the canyon for more than a hundred meters before they barely stopped.

"My lord!" The blood in his body had just boiled, and Melde, who had not yet cooled down, was almost angry by this sudden scene and vomited blood, and scolded: "This group of bitches raised it!

"Something is wrong, old man. Viscount Hein, who tightened the reins of his horse and turned around, intuitively felt that something was wrong, and more than a dozen holes were scattered on the surrounding mountain walls, black holes, eerie.

"What's wrong?" Melder looked up at the towering cliffs on either side, "Could it be that they can still jump off the cliffs?"

In this situation where infantry cavalry is the main combat force, the possibility of a large group of men and horses falling from the sky from the cliff is very small.

"These caves ......," Viscount Hine raised his whip in his hand and motioned to the knights, who were stirring up insults and venting their anger, to silence, "I heard that it used to be a hiding place for robbers. No, I see, the reason why they are so bold to build fortifications is because they rely on these caves. Our cavalry can't spread out here!"

"What then?" the angry Melder spat fiercely, "Do you want to go back like this?

"We have been fooled!" Viscount Hein had a dark face, and there was also an evil fire in his heart. The dignified Silver Shield Holy Spirit Knights, who can deal with a group of slave laborers, can waste their efforts, if this spreads, won't it become a big joke?

"Hey, old man. Melde gritted his teeth, as an old Holy Spirit Knight, he was actually being teased by a group of slave laborers, and the sense of shame made him feel that he couldn't swallow it at all.

"Remember the heretics who hid in the tombs, didn't they all think that if they hid in the tombs, they would get away with it?"

"It's different. Although Viscount Hein was equally indignant, he was not carried away, and looked at his surroundings with a frown: "We don't know much about the caves here. ”

"What then, just go back?" said Melde, patting his thigh, with a look of resentment and humiliation.

"Uncle!

At this moment, a young knight riding a sturdy yellow horse came up with the reins of his horse, it was Melde's nephew Krisson: "I am willing to take a group of men and horses to pursue in the cave!"

This kid has a similar temper as Melde, plus he is young and vigorous, and he is very eager to make achievements, so he boldly asks for help.

"Krisson!" Viscount Hein glanced at his old friend, "Don't be impulsive yet." ”

"Uncle, I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of losing the glory of knighthood. Christen's tone was impassioned: "I have been blessed by the Holy Spirit and have vowed to defend the dignity of the Holy Spirit." These shameful and disgusting slaves have played tricks on our silver shields! If we retreat in disarray, everyone will laugh at us! And we ourselves will be ashamed of it, and the Holy Spirit will be ashamed of it. ”

In the Knights, there are not a few hot-blooded young people like Christen, most of whom have not been blessed by the Holy Spirit for a short time, have been brainwashed by the church, and have fanatical beliefs in the Holy Spirit.

Viscount Hein turned his head and did see a pair of fiery eyes staring at him. Suddenly, he felt that in this case, faith had taken over. He is indeed old and has experienced too many lives and deaths, so he will become cautious.

But those blazing eyes reminded him of when he was young, and he wanted to rush to the enemy immediately and sacrifice everything for the sake of the Holy Spirit!

In this case, if you choose to retreat - then the morale of the entire team will receive a strong blow.

As the war against the orcs heats up, morale is crucial!

"Let him go, old fellow!" Myld saw in his nephew's eyes the courage of the glorious battle, "If we retreat like this today, those slaves will surely reappear the next day and continue to disgust us." How can we gain a foothold in the Silver Light Shield?"

He was telling the truth, and the other party easily escaped the Knights, which would definitely boost his arrogance. If Shangfeng knows again, I'm afraid they will really lose face and let others laugh at them.

Fanatical faith, a sense of honor that is more important than life.

Sometimes it's a booster, sometimes it's a talisman.

"Cresson, you take ten men and go to the cave to chase after you. Viscount Haiyin was difficult to ride the tiger, pondered for a while and finally gave the order, but it was indispensable to advise: "Remember, once you encounter any strange situation, withdraw immediately!"

"Understand, brothers, come to me!" Kerison tightened the reins of his horse and raised his broadsword high, "For the glory of the Holy Spirit, for the glory of the Silver Shield!"

Immediately a team of knights dealt with it, and followed Krisson at a gallop. The rest of the knights, under the command of Viscount Haiyin, slowly followed.

The young and vigorous Kerison led his comrades to the entrance of the cave where the slaves were hiding, turned over and dismounted, each holding a sword and shield, lined up in a line, and entered under the gaze of everyone.

"Attention, attention. Merlin, Merlin, they went in, they went in. "In the cave on the opposite side of the mountain, there is a creeping figure of Hunn, with a buzzer in his hand, alerting Sergeant Merlin.