Retreat, my lord!"

Viscount Haiyin's personal guard gathered his war horses around him, carrying shields in his hands to defend. The knights who tried to attack around them fell off their horses one after another, and continued to struggle and wail on the ground, in an extremely painful state.

"Melde, Melde. ”

Viscount Hein kept looking for the figure of his old friend Melde, this completely unreasonable way of fighting, completely subverted his imagination, the strange black iron rod, in their eyes, it seemed to be the creation of demons.

"We've fallen into the devil's trap, retreat, retreat! Everyone, rush out!"

Most of the knights on the periphery had already fallen, and Melde, who had fallen to the ground, looked at the tragic battlefield, his eyes were about to split, and the hand holding the big sword began to tremble, and his voice was hoarse: "Old man, leave me alone, retreat!

The humiliation of being played, and the hatred of the death of his nephew Krisson, completely made Melde angry, his strength and speed were much stronger than ordinary people, wielding the great sword in his hand, using his legs, and running quickly, aiming at the unattractive strong man who shot him down.

Well, that guy with a shaved head, a long black face, a stubble on his face, and a stubble-looking guy is the sergeant major - Hunn.

The biggest feature of this rough man is that he is a tiger, with a strong body and a shotgun in his hand, he is simply an otherworldly version of the governor.

Click!

Lisso pulled the handguard, and Hunn pulled the trigger with a grim smile on his lips.

Boom!

In the middle of Melde's plate armor chest protection, several hollows instantly collapsed.

But Melde was as determined as steel, and the sharp pain in his chest did not stop him, and the broadsword in his hand swung diagonally, vowing to cut off Hunn's head.

Click!

Boom!

Click!

Boom!

The cold Hunn didn't have any fluster, and came with a second shot cleanly.

One hit the breastplate, the other hit the shoulder, Melde's momentum was stopped by strong resistance, the thick cuirass became like a hornet's nest, overflowing with blood, and the shoulder armor was directly lifted, becoming a blur of flesh and blood.

Knock Knock......

A mouthful of blood gushed out of Melde's mouth, and the sharp pain in his internal organs completely drained his strength, and he staggered twice, the big sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he knelt on one knee, with resentment and unwillingness in his eyes, as well as incredulity, and slowly threw himself to the ground.

Looking at the tragic death of his old friend who had been with him for more than 20 years in front of the rough man with an iron rod in his hand and an expressionless face, Viscount Haiyin was devastated, he knew too well how superb his old friend's martial arts were, and at the age of nearly 45 years old, he was able to deal with the two newly promoted Holy Spirit Knights with ease, and repeatedly defused the crisis and escorted him on the battlefield.

And yet - just like that, he died inexplicably, not even touching the enemy's clothes.

While grieving, it also made him feel creepy......

"Drive!"

The continuous roaring sound made the war horse also frightened, and it was not controlled at all. Viscount Haiyin tried his best to control the restless war horse, and no longer dared to hesitate, and decisively ordered: "Retreat, retreat!

The remaining twenty or so knights, surrounded by Viscount Hein, rode their horses in fear and began to run towards the pass of the canyon.

It is only at this time that the advantage of the cavalry is revealed, that is, the thief who runs fast.

Looking at the fleeing cavalry in disarray, Huon did not immediately organize a pursuit, but calmly commanded his comrades to outflank the battlefield, clean up the mess, and pick up the buzzer.

"Harald, Harald, they're heading in your direction. ”

"Roger, receiving! It's all set up, I've been waiting for them for a long time. ”

The role of advanced weapons, modern communication technologies, in warfare is subversive. Harald slipped the buzzer into his leather pocket around his waist, picked up his shotgun, and disarmed the insurance: "Brothers, it's time for us to appear." ”

The cave they were in, near the exit, was camouflaged with dead trees and shrubs, waiting for this moment, ready to carry out the special order given by Qin Song - to capture the enemy.

Finally escaped from the battlefield, Viscount Haiyin's heart was pounding, and before he could calm down, the strange scene in front of him shocked him inexplicably.

A stone wall more than four meters high completely blocked the exit of the canyon.

No, it wasn't a stone wall, but a strange pile of round stones, like giant caterpillars, that lay in the middle of the canyon.

Rock Swallower.

This is Harald's secret weapon, a massive creature made of stone that can be used not only to produce cement, but also to act as a makeshift wall when necessary.

Solid Stagnation: After consuming 5 vitality points, the Rock Swallower enters a strong stagnation state, loses his mobility, and becomes indestructible.

And this is not an ordinary strong condensation, but a huge wall composed of two rock swallowers connected end to end after the rock swallows a huge amount of rock, causes the rock to expand, and doubles in size.

The Rock Eaters were slow to move, but the battlefield ahead bought enough time to assemble an impenetrable barrier.

"My lord, what is that!!" the knights' eyes were about to bulge, and they swore that there would be no such thing here when they rushed into the canyon.

There is a wall in front and a chasing army behind......

Viscount Hein's face was like a coffin, and he finally understood what Marcellus meant by 'expulsion', this Blackstone Collar was far from as simple as they imagined.

It's so weird!

It's horrible!

Everything he saw subverted his cognition.

If he had carried out the 'expulsion', he would not have to charge at all, but only get close to the past, and the slaves would have fled in a hurry.

However, there are no ifs in life, and there is no war in the future.

His long-term self-confidence and inertia of thinking made him make wrong choices, pay a heavy price, and at the same time, put himself in a prison that is difficult to escape.

The knights stopped in front of the wall, and many of them were not angry and slashed at the wall, but they could only see the splashing sparks.

It's real!

Indestructible!

"My lord, we're trapped here!"

"Oh my God, what the hell is this!"

"How is this possible? No, it must be an illusion!"

"The power of demons, this is the power of demons. ”

"We can't go. ”

The knights' faces turned pale, and they looked up at the insurmountable barrier in despair, and they fell into complete despair.

Viscount Hein, whose heart was like ashes, slowly pulled the dock, his eyes dimmed, and stared silently behind him. As he expected, seven or eight figures came out one after another from the pile of dead trees and shrubs that had been pushed away.

Harald wore the navy uniform of the Duchy of Vendan and carried a shotgun in his hand, his eyes fixed on the Knights of the Holy Spirit who were blocked by the Rock Eaters.

This is the Order of the Holy Spirit, even in the Duchy of Vendôme, he has heard of its prestige.

But now, all he sees in these people is panic and despair.

At this moment, Harald has a deeper understanding of the wisdom of the commander, and in the face of the reckless bravery, wisdom has an overwhelming advantage.

He was even more convinced that in the future described by the commander-in-chief, they would become a feared army on the entire continent!

To be appreciated and valued by the commander-in-chief, Harald felt honored.

From being cursed and humiliated, to becoming the sergeant major in charge of this army, Harald suddenly felt that he was so lucky!

If he were given another chance to do it all over again, he would definitely rush onto the ghost ship......

Viscount Hein, who came from the royal capital, was well-informed and recognized Harald's military uniform at a glance, but he couldn't figure out how the navy of the Duchy of Vendon could appear here.

"Knights. Harald stood at a distance of thirty meters, and the warriors lined up: "If you don't want to die, lay down your arms, disarm your armor, and surrender." ”

Viscount Hein rode out of the crowd on his war horse, his voice loud and angry: "Are you the navy of the Duchy of Venden? I am a nobleman of the Kingdom of Tia, and your actions today are tantamount to a declaration of war. I want you to understand that this could be a war between two countries!"

"You say this dress?" Harald touched his nose and wanted to laugh a little, "Then allow me to introduce myself, I am Baron of Whitegull, Duchy of Vandane." Of course, once upon a time, and now I am the sergeant major of the Blackstone Legion, in charge of the defense of the Blackstone Territory, and anyone who comes is an enemy. ”

"Are you ......" Baron Baiou Town of the Duchy of Vendon came to the Black Stone Territory to take charge of the defense? Viscount Haiyin's expression was confused, and an answer immediately rose in his heart, and he was furious: "You must have been bewitched by the demons, and now it is still too late to wake up, the great and merciful Holy Spirit will forgive your sins." ”

"I advise you to put away the Holy Spirit fools before it's too late, Lord Viscount. Harald shrugged his shoulders: "We don't believe in this in the Duchy of Venden. ”

"My lord, he is blaspheming the Holy Spirit! This is unforgivable!" The personal guard's face turned red, and he scolded angrily: "You demons have long since sunk your souls, and the Holy Spirit will punish you." ”

"Heavenly punishment?" Harald shook his head, raised his shotgun to the sky, and fired a shot, "If there is a heavenly punishment, it is also in our hands." I repeat one last time, lay down your arms, disarm, and get on your knees with your head in your hands! ”

In the distance, Hunn and Monko left twenty warriors to clean up the mess, and with thirty warriors, they rushed over, loaded their guns, stood in a row, and aimed them at the Knights.

Surrender was humiliating enough, and he had to kneel, Viscount Haiyin's face turned red, and he said hysterically: "You can't treat nobles in this way. I am not a slave, and I have the right to retain my nobility until the ransom is paid!"

"Hahaha......" Hunn laughed wildly, he didn't have a good impression of the nobles, let alone the tattered rules among the nobles: "Your ™ laughter kills me!"