Before our Canaanite rebels reached the Knight's Castle, they came into close contact with Antonio's horses in a wasteland on the outskirts of the earthen city. ┏┛

The soldiers and generals of the surrounding lord's manor have now gathered under the command of this Roman general, plus the more than three hundred garrisons of the knight's castle itself, a total of four or five thousand soldiers and horses, far beyond our expectations.

There are more than 1,000 cavalry troops on military horses, the mounts are dressed in fine armor, and the sergeants on horseback are heavily armored and long knives, like the division of tigers.

The infantry captain has a shield like a wall and a javelin like a forest, which is terrifying.

On the other hand, although our side is full of cavalry, the military horses used are all captured from various manors, and they are not able to control them freely after hastily running in with the riders.

What's even worse is that our soldiers are all newly liberated slaves, and their physical strength and actual combat experience are far inferior to the opponent's momentum from the scene.

"Brothers! At the moment of strong enemies, we can only survive by fighting hard! Kill! ”

At the critical moment, Ronier, who was the commander of the whole army, took out his sky-high spirit, simply ripped off the armor on his body, and went into battle shirtless with a long knife in his hand.

After the first round of long-range projectiles of javelin feathers from both sides, Ronier raised his shoulders and shouted in front of the formation, leading our men of 3,000 to divide into ten ways and charge at Antonio's Roman army.

The opposing jockey, relying on his own strength, also let his horse gallop head-on, like a rolling iron stream.

We have never had an attack in front of the battle and a confrontation between the two armies, and at the beginning there was a bit of a terrifying feeling of two wars.

But when you really gallop on a horse, you put down all life and death.

The sound of killing in the ears shook the sky, the screams of the long standard spread all over the mountains, and from time to time there were brothers around who won the bid and fell off the horse.

With a longbow in one hand, I struck the oncoming tender and shot at the enemy line with my bow and arrow.

Qin Chong, Sha Mihan, and Liu Zhen'er each brought a team of knights, and now they can't take care of me.

My little sister, Gurandot, who is usually good at riding and archery, followed closely behind me, and from time to time reminded me of the danger ahead.

The confrontation between the two armies was like lightning and thunder, and in an instant, the two jockeys attacking each other rushed together, fighting against the Persian long sword with the Roman long sword, and the brave won the narrow road!

I am really grateful for the careful guidance of my grandfather Chi Biao, the head of the forbidden army in Khotan, when I was in Qingfengze Homeland, and I practiced kung fu.

Now when you fight the enemy head-on, you can be like a bamboo.

The first Roman soldier I fought was cut down by me in less than two rendezvous.

And the technique of Middle-earth darts is used on the javelin of the Roman kingdom, which is even more amazing.

The shuttle mark thrown by the rider in front of him caught it and then saluted back, and the opponent fell to the ground.

The sharp blade pierced through the enemy sergeant's chest armor, giving him a breakthrough, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

On the battlefield, both sides are red-eyed, either you die or I live, and I can't care so much, just kill happily.

The advantage of our practice is that our eyes are fast and we can use our strength to turn a thousand pieces into invisible.

When encountering this group of Roman warriors who can only use brute force, their lethality is enough to be a hundred.

Soon I fought a bloody path, and the Dawan Wuqing that stepped down also seemed to have a spirit in his heart, stopping or running to cooperate with me seamlessly.

When I came back to my senses, I had already entered the depths of the enemy line, only to find that the Gulando's mount behind me was gone.

Looking up at the sky, I saw that our big bird was fighting for the Savior not far away!

The little sister is agile and skillful, but the disadvantage is that she is not strong enough, and it is difficult to parry the encirclement and blocking of two or three Roman knights of the opponent, and she is in crisis.

Throwing away the Persian long knife, which had been curled, I pulled out a pike-dart from a corpse and used it as a spear and club, and it was very easy to use.

came to Xiaomei's side with left and right, and lifted the strong enemy around her in three or two clicks.

At this time, the infantry and cavalry of the enemy and us had been completely mixed together, but seeing the blood and gas, the corpses all over the field, and the sound of killing shook the sky, it was difficult to predict who would die until the last moment.

The infantry was very bad, and they cut the legs of our riders, and many of the sergeants around me had fallen from their horses.

This kind of fight lasted about an hour, and there were fewer and fewer opponents around him, and the people were almost dead.

I don't know what the current situation of the three brothers Qin Chong, Sha Mihan, and Liu Zhen'er is, if they encounter an accident, it is all my fault!

"Brother, look! They're all alive! ”

Duo'er's eyesight is better than mine, and she specializes in looking for Dawan Wuqing running in the battle array, and soon found these three old guys.

Our lord Ronier's mount has been slain, and he is running shirtless and slashing through the pile of corpses.

And Salander, who are already concentrating on killing some of the remaining enemies who have fallen alone.

From this scene, it can be judged that in this encounter with a huge disparity in strength, our army and horses have won a miserable victory.

In front of them, more than a dozen Roman knights were guarding a guy who looked like a general, and he fled quickly into the depths of the desert.

You don't have to guess to know that the main general among them is Lord Antonio of the Knight's Castle.

This wicked man, more than half of the slaves in the entire Canaan were sold to various estates through his hands, how could he let him escape!

"Neil! Antonio is running away! That horse team in front! ”

I shouted loudly, and hurriedly led dozens of sergeants around me to chase after him, Qin Chong and Sha Mihan also divided their troops into multiple routes, outflanking this group of demons from the knight's castle at the foot of a stone mountain from several different directions.

Knowing that it was difficult to fly, Antonio and his party gave up their escape and turned their horses' heads to fight to the death.

"Young master! Let me! ”

Qin Chong, who was good at shooting, came to us and drew the last few feathered arrows from the quiver and shot them with a bow.

But the leader of the leader, the heavily armored Lord Antonio, slowly fell from his tall and majestic Roman steed after the third feathered arrow whistled.

The rest of the retinue scattered in all directions, but our jockeys had gathered and blocked all paths.

These Roman soldiers were like trapped beasts in the hunt of Akita in the eastern soil, rushing left and right without finding the slightest way out, and all died under our swords, the scene was cruel and heroic.

In this battle, there were only about 1,000 men left in our original 3,000 military horses, and the opposing Roman legions were almost wiped out, and there was not even a single living mouth left.

Cleaning up the horses, armor, ordnance, money and food captured on the battlefield is enough to equip a strong army of 5,000 men.

All this was something we had not thought of before the war.

All the sergeants in our unit were newly freed slaves from the surrounding lords' estates, and they were generally weak and had no combat experience.

Antonio's Roman legions outnumbered us, and they were all strong and mighty.

So when I first saw our opponents attacking our heavily armored knights and shield-clad infantry battle formations, my first thought in my heart was "it's over".

When he rode his horse to kill just now, his only thought was to break out of the encirclement alive, and there was no longer any other extravagant hope.

No one thought that it would be such a result, could it be God's mercy and the Buddha's manifestation? Help us poor people survive this calamity?

Or these guardians under the other lords are a group of bullying old soldiers.

Don't look at their heroic appearance on the surface, but in fact, they are greedy for life and afraid of death.

The only fighting force in the hands of Lord Antonio may be the 300 Roman soldiers brought by the Knights' Castle, only to run into "outlaws" like us.

The sage Lao Tzu said: Misfortune is greater than the light enemy, and the light enemy loses several treasures, so the resistance is added, and the mourner wins.

In the eyes of Lord Antonio and his sergeants, our makeshift bands of slaves were a powerless rabble, and their opponents had already been outnumbered before the battle began.

Who would have thought that these slaves were all strong men who dared to fight to the death for freedom, knowing that the enemy was like a mountain, but they could die with anger.

This so-called, the mourning soldiers will win!