"Arcury!"

A knight beside the knight shouted, the fifteen of them usually train together, they are like brothers, although they are all ready to die on the battlefield, but they are still very sad at the moment.

Sir Trede heard the knight's shout, but he didn't react, instead shouting, "Stay in formation!" Full speed ahead! ”

His sword swung incessantly, blood spilling everywhere and onto the knights.

With a sharp swing of the sword in Sir Tryde's hand, it slashed the neck of a Norwid warrior who rushed towards him, and the power of the longsword was boosted to the extreme, and only a slight touch directly separated the Norwid warrior from his body.

There were two teams of knights who broke through in this direction, and the other team was a little more numerous, more than twenty people, and they also formed a tight formation, launching a sharp charge against the enemy.

In fact, the main purpose of these breaking knights is not to kill and injure a large number of enemies, even if they try their best, they will not be able to inflict a lot of losses on the enemy.

The long sword in their hands is mainly for the war horse to clear all kinds of crises, after all, although the war horse charge fast, but many things are uncertain, the enemy's battle axe target is basically all on the war horse.

And once the horse dies, then the knight on horseback is undoubtedly the end of death, the most intuitive example is the knight who fell off the horse before.

There were two more sounds of falling horses, and the horses under the crotches of the two knights fell abruptly to the ground, throwing their masters away.

There was another tooth-aching slash, and the two knights once again left a puddle of flesh and steel in the snow.

Of course, Sir Trede could see the death of these knights, but he had no choice but to rush out now, or else he would have to die if he stopped.

The only thing he can do now is to desperately speed up the war horse, and at the same time use words to motivate his subordinates.

"Doing your best! Brothers! We're about to rush out! "Sir Trede's helmet is topped by a throwing axe, which is a common ranged weapon for the Norwids.

If it weren't for the fact that he was quick and used his shield to block and unload some of his strength, I'm afraid he would have to explain it directly, but even so, the flying axe was still stuck in his helmet.

In this way, he continued to charge with the burden on his head.

At this time, only five of his fifteen knights remained, and all ten of them were hacked to death by the enemy after the breakout, and chopped into mashed meat.

The sword in his hand was long gone, and after hacking a dozen Northuids to death, it snapped with it.

What he was holding in his hand now was the mace he had prepared earlier, a very powerful weapon.

The other team that had broken through in the same direction as them had been wiped out, and all the knights had died at the hands of the Norwids.

Now they are the only ones who continue to break through in this direction.

Fighting alone, they had no choice but to move forward, and then forward, the noses of the war horses under their crotches were bubbling roughly, and obviously their physical strength had begun to be slightly exhausted, after all, this was only a war horse, not a marching horse, and the endurance was not so strong.

"Quick! We're going to rush out soon! Hold on a little longer! ”

Sir Trede, whose whole body was already soaked in blood, raised his voice as he looked at the increasingly sparse enemy in front of him, and said to his men.

The other knights were also thrilled by this, and followed Sir Trede to speed up their horses.

Finally, they broke away from the Norwidian array, and by this time, there were only three of the sixteen people who broke through at the beginning, including Sir Trude, which can be described as nine deaths.

If they don't return, they will eventually break out of the encirclement of the Norwidians, and the Norwedians can only make a feeble pursuit behind the horses.

There was another wild gallop, and at last they were out of sight of the Norwids, and they gradually slowed down their horses, and stepped off their horses and began to lead them.

They staggered along, and the breakthrough battle just now made them a little discouraged.

The hot blood had already lost its temperature and was frozen on their helmets, and even the armor on their bodies was covered with frozen blood.

"Where shall we go now, Sir Tryde?"

A knight with a somewhat weak voice came to Sir Tryde's side and asked, as the commander of the squad, he was the backbone of the remaining two.

The other looked at him with hope in his eyes.

Sir Trede looked at the sun above him to discern his direction, then lifted his visor and said, "We'll have to go east in a moment!" None of the enemies in the mid lane jihadist are stopping, they are our best reinforcements! ”

The two knights nodded in agreement, neither of them mentioning whether reinforcements could be found or if they would be willing to do so.

Perhaps in their hearts, it is the blessing of the Father to be able to escape, or rather, as long as they flee, they don't mind where they go.

In this way, after a brief rest and eating, they quickly headed east.

And at this moment, William is also a little anxious, and the only information they know is that the Western Road Jihadist Army is advancing in the western territory of the Norwids.

As for the exact location, they are completely unknown, and whether they can be found in time is also a huge problem.

As the minutes ticked by, the soldiers of the Western Route's Jihadist Army were all in position, they were standing behind the wooden walls, and the archers were waiting for orders on the stepped arrow towers, ready to shoot at any time.

The sentinels kept returning to the camp to report the enemy's position, but their round-trip time was getting shorter and shorter as the enemy got closer to them.

Eventually, the sentinels were relieved of this exertion, for the enemy had appeared in front of everyone.

Their formation was extremely dense, and the diameter of the entire encirclement had been reduced to four kilometers, while the camp built by the Western Road Jihadist Army alone had a diameter of three kilometers.

Prince Kirunde rode the horse he had purchased from the Loerdes to the front of the camp of the Holy War on the Western Road.

His face was slightly ugly, if it weren't for the procrastination of the Norwids, they would have completed the siege a long time ago, and they could wait until the Holy War Army built a camp?

Now that the Lordes had managed to erect fortifications before they arrived, it would be harder to annihilate the enemy.

However, Prince Kirunde did not have the slightest doubt about whether they could completely annihilate the enemy, after all, they had gathered a full 130,000 Norwids here, while the Holy War Army only had about 80,000 men, and the victory or defeat was clear at a glance.

"Your Royal Highness! When will we attack the enemy? The warriors can't wait! ”

Several tribal leaders came to Prince Kirunde's side and began to urge tactfully.