Not to mention that the Rhodok infantry in the rear made steady progress on the battlefield, but Charles and his group of cavalry ran into big trouble after penetrating the enemy line - they were bitten by the outnumbered Salander cavalry!

The group, numbering about seven hundred, rode on the backs of the fast-moving Salander horses, wielding scimitars in their hands, and chanting their name of Allah as they charged. The slave cavalry swept towards the charr like a tidal wave, and then stabbed in like a sharp knife!

Finally, both sides collided heavily because of the huge inertia of the war horse, and instantly set off a turbulent wave on this cruel battlefield! Just as soon as they got in touch, there were already no less than forty people on both sides buried their bones.

The lifeless soldiers fell from their horses, and the mortally wounded horses fell with a scream. There was a deafening sound of gold and iron clashing all around, shouts of killing, screams, wails, and horses' hooves, which made the surrounding Salander infantry who tried to help afraid to approach!

From time to time, the sharp swords slashed through the air, flashing the cold light, almost making the entire sky a lot darker. The scorching blood continued to spray out of the human body, forming a thick blood mist in the air!

The severed head and stumps were mixed with various human organs, and they were thrown one by one on this hideous world. Crimson blood flowed everywhere, staining the ground beneath his feet!

There are people around me who are constantly falling, but no one flinching! Even if everyone knows that maybe it is their brothers and relatives who have fallen, they also know that as long as it is on the battlefield, no matter who it is, his life is no different from that of a weed!

And the only thing they have is the determination to kill all the enemies and the consciousness that they are ready to be killed by the enemy!

There was a loud bang.

Charles struggled to slam the broken cavalry shield in his left hand into the side of the stabbing lance, changing its direction and avoiding the thunderous stab of the galloping Salander-Mamluk heavy horseman.

Charles stared excitedly into the murderous eyes of the Mamluk rider, and between the two horses intersected, he let out an inhuman-like cry.

The mount of the Mamluk cavalry was so frightened by this that the unrestrained man rose to his feet and threw his master under his horse. Seeing this, Charles was overjoyed, and hurriedly turned his horse's head and went straight to the Salander cavalry who had fallen to the ground to kill.

With his left hand on the reins of his horse, he leaned slightly to the right, and the moment the Mamluk cavalryman stood up, Charr's icy blade slashed through his neck. Everywhere the cold light passed, the blood splattered in an instant!

In a panic, the poor Salander cavalryman covered his half-broken throat with his hand, trying to stop more blood from spurting out. But apparently it was too late, and large streams of blood kept spurting from between his hands, and it didn't take long for him to lose his life completely.

It seems that his Allah did not hear his call.

After slaying the Salander Mamluk cavalry with a single sword, the Charr didn't have time to breathe, and another cavalryman on a desert horse followed! He swung his sharp scimitar and slashed through the air in a cold arc with a strange scream, slashing at Charles' chest.

Seeing this, Charles did not panic, but raised the shield in his hand again, and blocked it vigorously in the direction of the scimitar.

There was a muffled thud.

Charles' scarred shield collided with the Saland's scimitar again, only this time, the scarred shield finally couldn't hold it anymore! Weakly scattered under the heavy blows of the Salanders, and then fell off their horses.

Thankfully, its mission was accomplished in the final collision - the Salander scimitar was once again parried by it, and then swung away. Charles didn't have time to feel sorry for his shield, and seized the opportunity to swing that deadly sword!

The blade slashed across the chest wall of the Salander opposite, and a stream of bloody arrows flew through the wound, spraying Charles in the face, making him almost vomit. But Charles didn't have time to wipe it, and kicked the Salander cavalryman beside him, kicking him off his horse, which was still wielding a scimitar even if he was seriously wounded.

As soon as he fell, another Mamluk rode at a gallop and struck at the Charr, who was clearly a nobleman.

His speed was so fast that the Salander cavalryman who had fallen to the ground had no time to dodge, and could only watch in horror and despair as the huge hooves of the armored war horse fell heavily on his chest!

The war horse leaped over, and there were two more holes in the chest of the Salander cavalryman that were constantly spurting blood, and his eyes were staring at the sky blankly, obviously dead and unable to die anymore!

Charles watched this scene, the corners of his mouth hooked into a sneer, and the wolf howled as his legs gripped the belly of the horse's horse, and slashed at the Macmluk heavy horseman's scimitar. When the horses were staggered, there was no sound of swords colliding, but it was found that Charles had already cut off the enemy's head!

And this time, the charr didn't stop to block with his shield!

Infinite pride burned in Charles's chest, making him feel endless power!

Charles kept laughing and charged, and after slaying three Salander cavalrymen in his way, there was finally no enemy in front of him! There was no more Salander cavalry in front of him, trying to disembowel him with a scimitar, and no more Mamluk heavy horsemen with mounted spears trying to slay him in the air!

The sunset in the distance is slowly setting, and as far as the eye can see, the whole world is a very comfortable sudden opening!

Charles gasped and quickly turned his horse back to guard against a sneak attack behind him. only to find that there was more than one by his side, and more than twenty cavalrymen had also killed the cavalry formation of the Salanders! And they were looking at themselves with respectful eyes, obviously wanting him to lead the team to another rush!

The wind rose, and the strong west wind blew more and more rapidly, rolling up the bloody banner in the distance. Dark clouds gradually hid the sunset, and the sky and the earth were dark!

Charles looked at those who were fighting for life and death in such a world with a little distraction, looking at the forest of swords and flying flags, and suddenly in the puzzled eyes of others, he looked up to the sky and let out a burst of laughter.

He finally figured out what he wanted!

It's not about casually earning some money to go back to get revenge, nor is it aimlessly befriending others, but more opportunities and power!

As soon as the laughter fell, he returned to the crowd of Salanders, and the twenty horsemen followed him closely, like a dragon spreading its wings, bringing death and despair.

The few twenty or so people under the leadership of the Charr showed amazing lethality, and countless Salanders were pierced through their bodies by sharp spears and then picked up to fly, cut in two by sharp hands and half-swords, and smashed in their heads by bloodstained maces......

Blood stained the whole meadow red, and there was no trace of green to be seen!

When everyone was almost exhausted, the boiling battlefield finally quieted down. The brutal Salander invaders did indelible damage to the people living in Chelez, but they themselves paid the price in the battle that followed!

Rhodok, victory!