"Victory to Rhodok!"

Under the gloomy sky near Cherez, a group of cavalry was charging forward with a thousand momentum, and in an instant it collided with the Salanders fiercely, and a brilliant blood flower was swayed.

"Kill!"

Charles roared, and drove the game Fleurs into the air with a heavy blow to the lead of the Salander infantry, and then quickly leaned slightly to the left, dodging the serpent's spitting spear.

Charles couldn't help but be furious, and instead of straightening his body, he bent down slightly to the right and slashed the long sword in his hand downward.

I saw a cold arc cross, and with the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the flesh, the head of a Salander light infantryman flew high, splashing a splash of blood.

A large stream of blood splattered on the face of a Salander recruit next to him, and he was frightened at once, and he fell down in horror, and he was scared to death by Charles!

"Hey, bastard!"

Charles snorted, stopped looking at him, and turned to kill the other enemies.

But as it is often said, if there are cowards in an army, there must also be warriors!

A Salander nobleman with a family crest painted on his shield was just such a warrior, and he was not afraid of the Shir in front of him, who was like a demon god of hell, and with a roar, he raised his scimitar and killed him.

Charles had just cut down an enemy, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the scimitar in front of him, and hurriedly drew his sword to meet him.

With a loud bang, the scimitar of the Salander nobleman and the bloodstained sword of Charles slammed into everything, and the crisp sound of gold and iron instantly resounded in the sky!

Both of them couldn't help but feel numb in each other's arms by the tremendous force of each other, and hurriedly withdrew their weapons and prepared for the next attack.

But Charles's eyes were sharp, and at a glance he saw that his cherished half-sword, which had been given to him by his lover Elena herself, had an extra gap in it. Sensing this, Charles couldn't help but be furious.

"Fuck you, bastard!"

Charles let out a roar of rage, stabbing his sword straight at the neck of the Salander nobleman. Charr's sword was fast, and the Salander had no time to defend himself, so he could only watch in despair as Charr's long sword pierced his neck.

Blood continued to gush out of the blood groove of the half-sword in his hand, and the vitality was constantly passing rapidly!

The Salander nobleman sensed this, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes. He suddenly raised the scimitar in his hand, ignoring the long sword piercing his neck, but instead mustered the last of his strength, and slashed the scimitar in his hand towards Charles's neck.

Seeing this, Charles was shocked and subconsciously raised his left hand to block, but it was only then that he realized that his shield had been destroyed in the previous battle!

The scimitar slashed through the sturdy cowhide gauntlet of Charles, leaving a bone-deep wound in his arm!

Blood suddenly gushed out from his left arm, and the piercing pain made Charles's brows furrow tightly together, and the corners of his eyes were constantly twitching!

But fortunately, I didn't get disabled because of this.

Charles thought that fortunately he was still wearing a gauntlet, and the enemy on the opposite side was already at the end of his crossbow, otherwise with his sword alone, his left arm would have to say goodbye to him completely! So, will Elena still accept such a crippled self?

Thinking of this, Charles couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back. But in an instant, his horror turned into an uncontrollable rage!

"Die!"

Charles pulled out the sword that had pierced his enemy's neck with all his might, letting the hot blood spray on his face and body. Immediately after, Charles roared and slashed the long sword in his hand towards the neck of the Nasaland noble!

With a single pull, the sharp blade sliced through the person's body as if there was no obstacle. There was another splatter of blood, and a hideous-looking head was already flying into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Ahh

"Die, die, die!"

Two hoarse howls of panic came from the left and right sides of Charles, and the killing intent was firmly locked on him. Charles's heart suddenly moved, and he hurriedly tightened the reins of his horse.

With a long hiss, Flers stood up, and two glittering spears grazed Charles's breastplate, leaving two clearly visible white marks.

It was only then that Charles had a moment to look at his attacking enemy.

It was two emaciated Salander light infantrymen, and looking at their faces, which looked pale from chronic malnutrition, Charles felt that they were more peasants in the fields than soldiers. They really shouldn't be here!

As merciful as Charr may be, he will never be merciful to those who dare to attack him! Because this is the battlefield, either you die or I die!

"Ah, don't-"

A terrible scream came from the right, and Charles coldly withdrew his sword, not looking at the Salander light infantry who was trying to stuff the organs in his stomach back with his hands on the ground, and swung the sword in his hand to the left again.

"Ah, Allah save-"

Before the Salander light infantry could finish praying, Charr's sword had already cut off his head: "It seems that your Allah doesn't care much about you!" ”

With that, Charles rode in the direction of the other side. There, the banner of the Salander commander was constantly flying in the air.

Take your head in exchange for my future!

During the race, Flers sped across the grass, knocking down several Salander soldiers who were in his way. The horse's hooves stomped heavily on them, and the sound of bones shattering was still audible even in such a noisy battlefield.

Charles didn't have to bow his head to know that even if these poor guys could get away with their lives after this war, I am afraid that they would not have a good time in the future. Despite knowing this, Charr's heart did not have a wave, because this is war, a cruel war, a war in which all participants must bear the consequences!

As the old butler told him before, he is a man, and he must bear it!

In a trance, the figure under the banner was already close in front of me!

"Surrender or die!" Charles snapped back to his senses and shouted.

The howling cold wind swept through his ears, and the race Flers ran as fast as he could, and before everyone could react, he was already in front of Chief Nois.

Between the two horses, Charles quickly handed out the sword in his hand and slashed it across the head of Chief Nois's horse.

The crimson desert horse let out a long neigh, and fell heavily to the ground.

It's done, it's planned!

Charles couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, and the thought of what he might get if he captured the enemy commander alive now made him almost jump off his horse, and even the unbearable pain in his left arm was almost gone!

Charles quickly turned his horse back, trying to end the battle by restraining Chief Nois's guards before he could react.

But as soon as he turned around, a series of crisp bones broke from under Chief Nois's horse.

Everyone stared in amazement at the Grand Nobleman of Salander, who was crushed under his horse and blood constantly flowing from his mouth and nose, at his round, blank eyes looking at the sky, and at his right hand, which was weakly spread to the side.

Everyone understood in an instant - Chief Nois, killed in battle!