The followers who followed Corleone were also dumbfounded, they didn't expect that it would be such a situation in the end, and the followers who were in a desperate situation broke out with some blood, and a kind of momentum gradually rose in the ranks.

"I'm sorry, everyone, but I brought you to such a desperate situation. You are the best warriors, and it is my honor to die with you, and I lead you in a battle to the death against the bandits in the name of knights!! ”

Corleone clenched the sword in his left hand and let out a furious roar. He was going to turn around for the final battle, and a true knight would never die with his back to the enemy.

The followers were stirred by Corleone's shouts, and they also let out a beast-like roar, forming a circle around Corleone, and looking at the robbers around them with red eyes.

One of the robbers was red-eyed, and without a pause, he rushed towards his followers. Before Corleone could give the order, everyone swung their weapons forward like madmen, and the robber was unable to dodge, and was instantly stabbed by four or five spears, and died under the counterattack of his followers. Even the horse under his crotch had his legs cut off by the mad followers.

The bandits' side finally suffered casualties again, and the blood of their own people suddenly woke up the robbers, and they no longer rushed straight up, but surrounded them on both sides.

The bandits formed a circle around Corleone and them, and the encirclement slowly rotated like a slow-moving hurricane, and Corleone and them were in the eye of the hurricane.

Mostoto rode on the periphery of the hurricane, with a hideous smile on his face, Corleone and the others were already turtles in the urn at the moment, and it was only a matter of time before they were all killed.

In order not to suffer new casualties, the bandits began a tentative attack, tearing at the lines of their followers. Once they catch the opportunity, they will pounce like a wolf in an instant, tear off a piece of bloody fresh meat, and then quickly retreat.

Deaths kept coming from Corleone's side, and soon even the full formation could not be maintained. On the bandits' side, however, there were no more dead people, and it was difficult for the followers to attack the robbers who were riding extremely fast on horseback.

The robbers were like huge winchs, gradually approaching the middle, and the knives in their hands reflected the cold light, like chains that hooked the soul.

The sun finally sank completely under the western mountain, leaving only the last golden afterglow in the sky, and the clouds on the horizon were dyed blood-red, which made this battle of great disparity in strength also have a tragic meaning.

"Kill them all!"

White-eyed Mosto gave the final order to kill, and the robbers roared and swarmed up, and the strangulation array finally closed, ready to devour all life.

Corleone's eyes showed a grimace, and his left-handed sword separated a scimitar from it, and then stabbed it forward.

At this moment, there was a sudden earth-shattering shout in the distance, accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves shaking like a flood wave, and it quickly rushed towards this side.

Mosto's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly looked to the other side of the road, only to see a towering banner, and the cavalry of the brigade galloped in unison, with an momentum like a mountain and a mountain.

Heavy cavalry! The ultimate force on the battlefield in the era of cold weapons, when a whole team of heavy cavalry charges, its power is simply terrifying.

The bandit team also noticed the approaching heavy cavalry team, those were real troops, once they rushed over, a few charges down I am afraid that they will all die, and there is not even a scum left.

Mosto glanced gloomily at where Corleone was, only to see that it was completely overwhelmed by the horses and his own figures, and Corleone could not be seen at all.

"Hmph, this kid is estimated to be cold, the task is complete, let's withdraw!" Mosto shouted, and rode his horse in the other direction of the avenue.

The bandits hurriedly left after Mosto, and even the heavy cavalry could not catch up with the Blackbeard bandits, who were known for their mobility, if they were determined to escape.

However, it is a little strange that these robbers rumored to kill Corleone for the 50,000 gold coins on him, but when they left now, no one went to look for the gold coin certificate, and they left very simply.

After the robbers left, only the two dozen people who fell to the ground were left behind, all of them gathered in a small place in the middle of the road, and the ground under their feet was also red with blood.

Corleone also fell there, with a huge slit in his waist, as if he had been bitten by a wolfdog.

"Lord Corleone! Mistress Corleone, I'm here. "The strong man Owen rode a tall horse and led the heavy cavalry troops behind him to rush over.

Finally, he came to Corleone and the others, and immediately stopped his horse and jumped down, falling to Corleone's side.

"Lord Corleone! I'm coming here with the army, how are you, are you okay? Owen knelt beside Corleone at a loss, and there was a hint of crying in the strong man's voice at the moment, he didn't know what he would do if Corleone died.

The heavy cavalry behind them rushed forward along the two sides, and even if they couldn't catch up with the robbers, they had to make a symbolic pursuit. After all, it was a robber in their lord's land, and their lord would be held accountable if he was held accountable.

Owen knelt beside Corleone, blaming himself, he felt that if he could run faster, he would be able to save Corleone even if he arrived.

"Ahem......" At this time, Corleone, who was in the pile of corpses, suddenly coughed twice, a trace of blood foamed from the corner of his mouth, and slowly opened his eyes.

Owen was so surprised to see this scene that he knelt there dumbfounded and couldn't even speak, just looked at Corleone with his mouth wide open.

Corleone looked at Owen as if he understood what was happening, and the corners of his mouth moved to smile at Owen, and then he closed his eyes again and passed out.

"Lord Corleone...... You, you're not dead! Owen exclaimed in surprise, and then shouted, "Quick, come people, come and save Lord Corleone." ”

A middle-aged officer in the heavy cavalry team rode over, rolled down and stood beside Owen. When he saw the wounds on Corleone and the others, he was also in awe, and there was a trace of respect in his eyebrows.

Then he ordered Owen to move Corleone's body out, and then carefully examined the wound on Corleone's waist, and said: "Fortunately, this wound should have been pierced by a saber, and the saber happened to be blocked by ribs after cutting the flesh and blood in the waist, although there were some cracks in the ribs, but it did not hurt the internal organs. In this way, he still has salvation! ”

"Come on, make a stretcher and carry him back to the castle to be treated by Master Moclus!"