When those cavalrymen were ordered to attack, they already knew the goal of this mission, and at the same time they were determined to die.

Now that Corleone had received the order, they rushed towards Mosto in unison, and the long swords intertwined to form an impenetrable sword net, enveloping Mosto.

Mosto let out a scream in his throat, dodged in panic, and at the critical moment, he burst out with extraordinary combat power, and the scimitar in his hand swung again and again, blocking most of the blades.

Corleone's face sank, and he said in a cold voice: "Mosto, you couldn't kill me that day, see me take your life today!" ”

Then he stepped forward on his horse, and the long sword in his hand slashed out vigorously from top to bottom.

Clang!

With a loud bang, Mosto raised his scimitar to block it, but the force nearly caused the scimitar to break out of his hand.

Before Mosto could catch his breath, Corleone raised his sword and slashed again, this time slightly to the left, again with full strength.

Mostoto couldn't resist it with one hand, so he held the knife horizontally with both hands, and his legs were tightly clamped on the war horse to prevent him from being thrown off.

The other robbers who were rushed away were eager to rescue their second masters, and they also attacked the battle formation formed by the cavalry of the escort team with extraordinary ferocity, and for a while swords came and went, and blood droplets flew everywhere.

Blackbeard in the distance also led the team to rush, and with a wave of his broadsword, he immediately cut down the two escort cavalrymen under their horses, and the situation was immediately critical.

Eugen stood on the hillside not far away, also anxiously watching the scene in the field, but unfortunately he did not have the ability to participate in it, and now he could only see Corleone's own ability.

Blocking another sword, Mosto's heart was also on fire, thinking that he couldn't be beaten passively like this, so he seized the opportunity to stab a backhand, trying to force Corleone back.

Seeing Mosto's sword, Corleone didn't dodge or dodge, but raised the long sword in his hand again and slashed it down.

Seeing the blade fall on his head, Mosto's eyes were about to pop out in fright, and he hurriedly took the scimitar to block it above his head, but unfortunately it was still a step too late after all, the scimitar was vigorously swung away by the steel longsword, and the blade cut through Mosto's neck and slashed down to near his chest.

Mosto died, died under Corleone's madness, and he could never have imagined that a nobleman who looked elegant could play like a mad dog on the battlefield, attacking without regard for his own life.

Corleone's knife almost cut Mosto in two, and felt the warm blood spray on his face, and Corleone roared like a barbarian, like a demon god who had killed in blood.

It's slow, but it's only a few seconds.

The surrounding robbers watched this scene blankly, shocked by Corleone's bravery, but what shocked them even more was the death of the second-in-command, the white-eyed Mosto.

"No!"

Blackbeard not far away let out an earth-shattering roar, his tone was mixed with sadness and bitter hatred, White-eyed Mosto was the first old friend to come out with him to fight the country, the two of them didn't know how many hardships and dangers they had overcome, and now, he actually died here.

"I want you dead!" Like a mad lion, Blackbeard slashed down the three escort cavalry in succession, and rushed forward again.

Seeing that he was about to rush to Corleone's side in front, Corleone smiled contemptuously at Blackbeard, sneered and said, "Hehe, if you have the ability, chase after him!" ”

With that, Corleone pulled the reins, turned his horse's head, and galloped back.

He wasn't ready to break out at all, all he had done before was to deceive these bandits, and his real purpose was to kill Mosto.

After the goal was achieved, Corleone naturally didn't stay for long, and the soldiers of the escort team who were still alive beside him also hurriedly turned around and retreated, but the retreat was much easier than before.

Blackbeard's anger surged and he couldn't restrain himself at all, and he shouted, "Charge me." Then he went mad and chased after Corleone and the others.

When the other robbers received the order, they also rushed forward without their lives, and the offensive posture was completely disorganized.

Eugen, who was standing on the low hill, saw this situation, his eyes sank, and he directly ordered: "Push the remaining three barrels out for me, stop those robbers, and answer Corleone!" ”

When several soldiers received the order, they immediately lit a fire and pushed the last three barrels out.

The barrel clattered past Corleone and the others, rolling towards the robbers behind them.

The robbers who rushed ahead saw the powder keg rolling over in a hurry, and they were terrified to death, and hurriedly pulled the reins to retreat. The robbers in the rear didn't know what was happening, and they still rushed forward.

Without Mosto's dispatch, the entire bandit team suddenly became chaotic, and Blackbeard only cared about rushing forward, but he didn't know anything about commanding the troops.

Boom Boom!

The powder kegs exploded one after another, causing a lot of damage in the bandit crowd again, and the number of three powder kegs was still good, this time making nearly fifty robbers lose their combat effectiveness, and the strength of the bandit team was once again reduced.

Blackbeard, however, did not hesitate to charge, but avoided the killing range of the powder keg, and finally caught up with the cavalry of the escort team that fell behind.

Click!

The head of the cavalryman flew up, completely unable to resist.

Of the twenty cavalry escorts who rushed out with Corleone, only three escaped with Corleone, leaving the rest on the battlefield.

However, the gain was also huge, and after killing Mosto, the bandit troops lost their command, and their combat effectiveness dropped a lot in an instant.

Blackbeard bit Corleone and the others' buttocks until they caught up with the low mountain peaks, and finally were blocked by more than a dozen shield-wielding infantrymen, and they struggled to cut down two soldiers, and finally retreated helplessly.

Blackbeard, who returned to the bandits, stared at the low mountain and roared: "Rush me, they have no powder kegs, all rush up from that low mountain for me!" ”

The robbers no longer used any whirlwind arrays, and simply rushed towards the low mountain with red eyes and no order.

On the low hill, Eugen ordered the troops to stay close behind the wine carts, and the remaining thirty cavalry escorts below were also sent up by Eugen.

The robbers rushed up the low hill in groups, and the two sides fought fiercely along the weak line formed by the carts.

The other sides of the battle line were also under strong impact, and the robbers attacked from the two frontier lines, from the low hills, from the trees, from every corner, and the sound of swords clashing formed a grand symphony, and the blood spilled and fell to the ground, gathering into a bright red stream.

The dead piled up near the cart, and the living people stood on the corpses of the dead and continued to fight, at this moment everyone no longer had any scruples, they just wanted to desperately put each other to death!