Seemingly despising the fighting power of the militia on the wooden wall, Chief Novas did not immediately order his archers to release their arrows and shoot them into hedgehogs. Instead, after ordering the army to stop, he drove his horse to the front of the battle alone.

He sneered at the wooden wall in front of him, where the spear-armed militiamen were standing and shivering. For a moment, he withdrew his gaze, and without looking back, he turned to look at his own soldiers behind him.

I saw that the 4,200 Salander soldiers behind him were in a neat formation, and the scimitar spears held high in their hands refracted an incomparably chilling light under the sun's rays, and it seemed that the entire sky had become a little eclipsed under such a background.

At this moment, a heavy drum beat suddenly sounded from the Salander army, and the soldiers began to beat their weapons vigorously, letting out a loud roar.

Looking at the momentum that shook the heavens and the earth in front of him, more than one Rhodok militiaman had a retreat in their hearts, and the faces of almost all the militiamen standing on the wall became extremely pale.

But it was obvious that it was too late to escape now, and they could only take their swords and fight the Salanders to the end.

Chief Novas took in their cowardice and enjoyed their panic and despair. After spitting in the direction of the wooden wall with great disdain, he jerked out the scimitar hanging from his waist and raised it high above his head.

All the Salander soldiers fell silent, and the loud drums of war came to an abrupt end. All the Salander soldiers in the army formation stood proudly in place, and four thousand two hundred pairs of cold eyes were neatly cast at the front of the group, and finally converged on one point, focusing on the knife of the chief of Nuvas in front of the formation.

Chief Noirs smiled in satisfaction at their performance, quietly feeling the peace of the world. There was a terrible silence in the Salandan army outside Cherez, except for the heavy breathing of the warriors and the fluttering of flags in the wind.

"Long live the people of Saland!"

Chief Novas waved his sword and shouted, and the fanatical voice instantly pierced the silence of heaven and earth, and clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Long live Salander! Long live Chief Noos! ”

Salander's soldiers shouted in unison as he spoke, striking their shields with the backs of their swords, and letting out a scream that was so loud that it almost made the Rhodoks on the wooden walls feel like they had been crushed to slag.

"All for Allah! Kill those infidels and purify them! Chief Noirs turned his horse back in the direction of the Rhodoks, and the scimitar in his hand slashed forward, a murderous roar resounding through the sky, "Kill them all!" ”

"Kill the infidels!"

"For the glory of Allah!"

"Long live the people of Saland!"

The Salander soldiers raised their weapons and shouted in response. Charging and roaring, they launched a massive assault on the Rhodok militia, which was already in disarray on the wooden wall.

As they attacked, the militiamen on the wooden wall also hastily raised their light crossbows and shot at the dense crowd below without aiming at them. To their despair, however, despite their best efforts, the Salanders made their way to the gates of the town with the crashwood in their arms.

The heavy wooden gate of the village of Cherez was vulnerable to the smashing of the Saranders, and it was smashed to pieces in an instant. The Salander infantry of the brigade swarmed in with scimitars, and cut down people at sight, until the militiamen guarding the gate were chopped into minced meat.

After that, a small group of more than thirty Rhodok spearmen had formed a gun formation in the street. But the people of Salander didn't care about it, and rushed straight at it in a frenzy.

When the bodies of the first team of Salander infantry collided with the spears of the militiamen, the sharp spears easily pierced their bodies in an instant, and before the militiamen could pull their spears out of their bodies, the second team of Salander infantry followed.

The spears pierced the bodies of the second platoon of Salander infantry, and more and more Salanders began to take possession. Immediately, this small resistance force disappeared completely in the torrent of Salanders.

The Salander soldiers scrambled to cut off the heads of the militiamen, stuck them in their spears with great force, and turned to kill the militiamen on the wooden wall.

Looking at the dense swarming enemies below, the militia on the "city wall" immediately panicked, they knew that there was a big gap between their strength and these attacking Salanders, but what they didn't expect was that these Salanders could break through their defenses in less than fifteen minutes, and even kill them in front of them.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden blow, and they were so frightened that they were scattered and panicked, and they were in chaos for a while, and they couldn't form a strong counterattack at all.

By this time more Salanders had already poured into Chelez, and instead of looking at the militia besieged by the wooden walls, they pounced on the scattered civilians and the houses on the streets, with heavy scimitar torches. These well-trained regular infantrymen dispersed in twos and threes, like wolves, separating the chaotic "flock" and starting a feast of their own.

In Chelez, a bloody and brutal massacre finally began......

Less than a mile west of Cherez, a large group of light cavalry, numbering about two hundred, was galloping toward Cherlez. Their mission was not to confront the Salanders head-on, but to harass the enemy as much as possible, delaying the enemy's speed as much as possible so that the enemy could not massacre the civilians of Chelles before the arrival of the Rhodok coalition.

And when the cavalry saw that the smoke was already billowing from Cherez not far away, they already knew that it was too late.

But they still didn't want to give up, and they still rushed towards Cherez, just because there were their compatriots there!

And at the front of this cavalry, a handsome black war horse was hunching the knight on his back, and rushed to the front. The brave knight, who had won the admiration of almost all the cavalry in his ranks, wore a coat of arms embroidered with tulips of the bath.

He crouched down, the reins of the horse in his right hand not relaxing for a moment, as if he was extremely worried about the people in front of him.

"Lord Charles, slow down, we really can't keep up with you!"

Twenty meters behind him, a noble knight from Swadia shouted to the knight.

When Charles heard his shout, he waved his left hand helplessly, and then quickly grabbed the reins of the horse, leaving them with a dashing back.

And only Charles himself knows that he really has bitterness and can't say it! As a foreign visitor, God knows that he didn't want to rush forward so much, especially when he knew that there were at least 4,000 people waiting for him in Salander, and he didn't want to be a hero. But who told him to be lucky and tame a peerless horse!

The speed and endurance of Fles in the race is really impressive, although he may not seem to be as big as the Swadia horses, but he really has to run, and ten good Sunono horses can't outrun him! Therefore, Charles, who has such a good horse, really doesn't know whether to be envied or sympathized.

Obviously, though, none of this mattered, and a small group of Salander cavalry had spotted the Charr before they could get close. After alerting the rest of their colleagues, they approached the Shire and his party, led by a few Salander Mamluks.

Charles watched the galloping enemy and swallowed nervously. Then he drew the long sword at his waist and shouted, "Glory! Advance! ”

A Salander Mamluk sneered and slammed his rifle into Charles, although he couldn't understand what Charles was just saying, but it didn't affect him in the slightest from Charles' clothes to judge that this was a nobleman.

Charles looked at the riding spear that was getting closer and closer in front of him, and his heart was extremely calm. He slammed the reins of his horse, narrowly dodging the sharp spear, and then swung his sword with his backhand, slicing the Mamluk's throat in one fell swoop, and hot blood gushed out, splashing the Charles from head to toe.

But before Charles could wipe it, another Salander light rider rushed at him with a scimitar-wielding monster.

Charles was undaunted by his cold scimitar, and as he nimbly picked up his attack with his cavalry shield, Charles also plunged his sword into the light horseman's belly.

The light rider seemed to be trying to fight to the death, but before he could draw his sword, his head was cut off by a speeding Swadian cavalryman behind the Charles. Charles laughed and swung his sword as he drove the race forward, cutting off head after head.

And just as he was about to swing his sword at another Salander cavalryman, a terrifying killing force came from the left front, and Charles turned his head, and a cavalryman wrapped in dark yellow Mamluk armor was already less than ten paces away from him.

Through the sight hole of the strangely shaped Salander visor on his head, Charles could clearly feel the cold killing intent bursting from his emotionless eyes, and the snow-sharp scimitar had been raised high at Charles at this time.

Charles looked at the blade in front of him, and his mind suddenly became blank.

Am I really going to end up here?

Elena, I'm sorry......