The offensive on the summit of Mount Berich gradually turned from a confrontation between the two armies to a one-sided encirclement by the Imperial Legions. And Flora Bravina, who rushed out of the military formation, led more than a dozen mounted cavalry, completely destroying the already chaotic Serbian rebels' firing array.

Countless arrows flew past their heavy armor before falling limply to the ground. Such a shot only made the mounted knights shake off their horses because of the impact. Immediately after, the blood-red battle flag in Flora's hand pierced into the rear array of the Serbian rebels like an arrow from the string.

"Let your people fill it in! Cover the Duke's retreat! Prokupree has not yet fallen, and we should still resist! The pro-soldier grabbed a militia company leader, but the retreating militiaman quickly drew his one-handed sword from his waist and slashed at the pro-soldier, forcing him to let go.

"Duke? To hell with him! ”

More and more mounted cavalry rushed out of the thinning line of the Serbian front soldiers and rushed towards the positions of the archers and artillery. In such a short combat distance, the artillery has lost its role. The gunners were overwhelmingly Austrian soldiers or mercenaries from the Apennine Peninsula. They are even more reluctant to die for Serbia. Frederick III's order was to help Serbia expand the momentum of the rebellion and, if necessary, to provide direct assistance...... But all this is based on the premise that it will not have too much influence on Austria.

As a result, Serbia's only point of fire on the summit of Mount Berich has become more and more sparse. At this moment, the climax of the Imperial Legion's offensive was reached. Giovanni and Vasica each led a cavalry to the top of the hill, while Hunyadi gathered the Hungarian legions and, together with Angelo's Holy See, simultaneously attacked the weakly defended western wall of Prokupre.

As long as the defenders of the city want to rescue their poor Duke Tolinka, they will have to divide more forces to resist the onslaught of the Phoenix Legion, which is already completely unstoppable.

"For Rome!" At this moment, Flora caught a glimpse of the duke, who had been surrounded by the guards several times, dressed in heraldic armor and preparing to retreat.

Although Flora is not a true descendant of the Phoenix Legion, as a Greek through and through, his belief in the Eastern Empire is unparalleled. With a turn of the spear, Flora aimed her horse's head directly at the crowd of the duke's own soldiers.

This may just be a momentary surge of blood on the battlefield, and on the battlefield, there are not a few people who make such inaccurate judgments. But when a bloodied man gallops towards you with a spear in hand, few can hold their ground.

"Protect the Duke!"

As probably the only army on the battlefield that could guarantee loyalty to Tolinka, the soldiers quickly raised their shields, forming a not-so-strong barrier in front of Tolinka. But soon, as the nose guard on the helmet of one of the pro-soldiers was hit head-on by the cavalry gun, and then the whole person flew out upside down, the human wall completely lost its blocking effect.

It's just that Tolinka's own soldiers are also not easy to do. The moment Flora's horse swept over the human wall, one of the soldiers immediately threw out the mace in his hand. In pursuit of mobility, Tolinka's horses did not have belly armor. After receiving such an impact, even if the war horse had spirituality, it stopped charging and slowed down because of this pain.

His horses trembled.

This means that this war horse that has been fighting with it for many years shows fear.

All day, it was charging and fighting. And this hammer exhausted the last breath it condensed.

Looking at the duke's personal soldiers who slowly surrounded her, Flora did not show any intention of retreating. He raised the rifle in his hand and stuck it in the ground. The battle flag, soaked in viscous blood, was already difficult to unfurl, but it swayed stubbornly in the wind.

With the bright silver knight's sword in her hand again, Flora smiled and patted the horse's neck.

"Well done...... Good brother ......"

After a day of killing, he was also a little out of strength, but that didn't mean he would bend his knee to the Serbs. Before the Phoenix Immortal Banner falls, he has only two fates - win or die! The two soldiers who rushed up did nothing about Flora, who was already immersed in the killing pleasure brought by the adrenal glands, and after jumping off the horse, his combat effectiveness was not reduced in any way, but became more ferocious. The bulky knight's sword can bring the most direct damage to the unsturdy armor of the soldiers, and when the force and angle are just right, it can even cut the armor of a person in two. Such a scene can no longer be described as shocking, this is a real nightmare!

"Surround it! Fence it out! He won't last long! ”

The captain of the pro-soldier easily controlled his trembling legs, after all, an encirclement had been formed, no matter how strong Flora's combat strength was, it was just an ordinary body.

It's just that no matter how much he calculated, he didn't expect that after the Phoenix Legion's two hole cards, the front of the Serbian Restoration Army would collapse so quickly.

"Young man! Retreat! Vasika's iconic Wallachian cutlass quickly grazed a pitiful neck, and dozens of Wallachian hussars cleared a way for Flora with their longbows.

Of course, he would not miss such an opportunity, and after getting back on his horse, he once again drew his battle flag and mounted his spear.

The Phoenix Battle Banner was so conspicuous in the melee that the ground beneath Flora's feet became the centerpiece of the battle.

"Phoenix Legion! Charge! He roared, and the war horse under his crotch, after only a few minutes, seemed to have been given a new life.

"Good boy!"

Vasika exclaimed, and continued to charge forward. The Wallachian light cavalry is the most formidable presence in pursuit. The combination of a scimitar and a longbow makes it impossible for almost any prey to escape their pursuit. After intercepting or crippling a few Serbian infantry in the way or peasant rebels who were still on their way to escape, Tolinka, who was about to enter the side gate of the wall of Prokuple with a few remaining soldiers, came into Vasika's sight.

"It's a pity that the young man's horse is still a little short, otherwise this honor should belong to him!"

Vasika took out a feathered arrow from the arrow compartment in her quiver and was about to release the bowstring, but someone pressed it down again.

"It's useful to keep it, don't worry."

Giovanni slipped around in front of Vasica on his horse: "According to His Majesty's character, whether Brankovich led this rebellion voluntarily or not, after the fall of Smederevo, he should not see the sun the next day." ”