"Two-legged man, dead ——!"

With a loud shout, Basseille smashed the oncoming lance, and the bloodied axe tore the charging ranger knight and his horse in two, and by inertia, the Boi hussar in the back row screamed and flew away.

The charging Byrne knights are still rushing like a tide, spears, sabers, swords... Constantly slamming into the roaring Basaye.

Covered in blood, Basaye was like a reef in the middle of a great wave, standing in the way of the charging Byrne Knights, fearless.

But the banner master of the White Wave Banner can't turn the tide of the battle on his own... The centaur warriors, who were "sticked" to the front by the infantry knights and hoplites, were completely charged by the Byrne knights without cover, and the result was naturally disastrous.

The dense phalanx advances, the cavalry attacking from the back ... The thousands of centaur warriors, who were already scattered in formation, instantly fell into a situation of fighting on their own, and even Basayr, who was at the forefront of the charge, could no longer find a guard to cover his flank, and faced a dozen Byrne knights alone at the same time.

On the battlefield, even the most brave samurai cannot face several times or even dozens of times the enemy at the same time... The murderous Basayer knows this very well.

It is precisely because of his passion for killing that he understands that if he does not have his subordinates to block the arrows and send them to death, he will not be able to enjoy the pleasure of slaughtering two-legged people without scruples.

And when Basseyer, who was covered in blood and gasping violently, looked up, he saw an even more terrifying fact, which even made him unbelievable.

He was surrounded!

He, and the thousands of men he had brought, were completely trapped by the infantry and cavalry of the two-legged men on the bank of the river!

With less than 1,000 cavalry and 3,000 infantry, they can surround almost twice as much as themselves on both sides?!

It's simply the most incredible thing... These two-legged infantry, in the past, were only broken through head-on by the four-hoofed warriors, and the four-loof people were surrounded and suppressed, when will they be able to encircle and suppress the noble four-hoofers in turn?

"Banner Master!" A seriously injured Bailang Banner centaur barely managed to get out and galloped towards Basaiye: "Banner Master, the people are all entangled, we are trapped here!"

"If we continue to fight like this, we will be killed by the two-legged men!"

"Then rush out and come back and tear up the two-legged men!" said the enraged Basseille, picking up the axe in his hand and smashing the ribs of the Boi hussar who was rushing at his side:

"Gather the ones who can still move, and we'll rush in the direction of the two-legged leader and slash the devil alive!"

"The flag lord has an order... Ahhhhh——!h

The wounded centaur raised his spear, and before he could reach the middle of his shout, it abruptly stopped, turning into a dying wail.

Basaiye's eyes widened, and his face changed as he looked at the "two-legged cavalry" that suddenly appeared like a violent wind and beheaded his people with a single sword.

"Yo! I guess... You're the owner of the White Wave Banner, aren't you?"

The grinning Bosivar turned around, and with a wave of his right hand, he spilled the blood from the blade, and the sharp tip of the knife pointed at the angry Basaiye:

"Holy Cross is really the man who favors our Bosivar family - not only gave me the most beautiful woman in the world, but also forced such a great battle feat into my arms!"

"I just saw you slaughter six knights in a row... It's amazing, I haven't seen such a brute in a long time. As if teasingly, the smile on Bosival's face became more and more fierce and hideous:

"But... You killed so many of my brothers, shouldn't you pay for their lives too?!"

Basaiye didn't speak, his eyes were scarlet and he roared like a ferocious beast, and every muscle of his burly body trembled violently.

"Don't speak, just don't speak. Bosival snorted coldly: "Barbarian, you should have the appearance of a barbarian!"

The next moment, a roaring Basaye swung his battle axe and pounced on him with scarlet eyes.

"Bell ——!"

At the moment of the firelight, the slashing saber barely swept away the blade of the axe, and at the moment when the horse's hooves staggered, Bosival almost fell off his horse's back in embarrassment.

"Come again!"

As he spoke, the sabre struck the back of Basaye's neck, and he spun around and grabbed the blade with an axe that didn't match his burly stance.

Shocked, Bosival's eyes widened angrily: "Let go!"

With a low roar, Basseyer's arms tensed, and the explosive force pushed at Bosival, the blade of the tomahawk approaching his neck inch by inch.

Gripping the hilt of the knife, Bocival pounced on it, pressed his shoulder armor against the blade of the axe, and pressed the tip of the knife against Basaiye's shoulder blade, pushing forward hard;

The two forces collided, and Bocival's shoulder armor twisted and deformed into a piece of scrap metal, and the sharp blade had torn through the flesh of the centaur, and the blood flowed down the blade to his hand.

At the moment of life and death, both sides were already red-eyed, roaring hoarsely at each other:

"Dead ——!!!!"

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Looking at the fighting and bloody battle on the other side of the riverbank, Chakar, whose eyes changed, finally sighed softly and turned his back completely.

Basayer is finished.

The son of the devil... He first tore apart Basayle's army with an extremely dense cavalry charge, and forced the four-hoofed warriors to slow down and stop the battle;

secondly, let the samurai in "iron clothes" follow closely behind, and rush forward to put Basayer in a melee, unable to outflank the flanks and his rear;

The cavalry that had finally torn the line regrouped and charged from their backpacks - with only half of their troops, they had completed the two-sided strangulation of Basaiye!

What a terrible opponent... Chakar frowned, calmly pondering.

This skilful combination of infantry and cavalry was a tactic never encountered by the four-hoofed men, neither in the hussar-dominated Boi, nor in the dwarves who fought in phalanxes of heavy infantry.

No, it's not true... A glint flashed in the corner of Chakar's eyes.

They have experienced it, but they have long forgotten it.

After a hundred years, the Four Hoofers have long forgotten how they were defeated by the "devil", and under his army, they had to flee eastward and migrate to the most desolate land in the world.

This battle is nothing more than a repetition of the scene of a hundred years ago... If the centaurs fail to rise this time, the final outcome will only be even more tragic than a hundred years ago.

And it's going to be me who will put an end to all this......

Chakar raised his head and stared at the city of a thousand tents in the midst of war.

Despite the shameful defeat, the waste of Basayer finally played his key role, dragging the devil across the riverbank, unable to immediately support the Thousand Hordes;

Even if he can fight his way out of the encirclement and force his way across the river, it's too late... Before his army spreads out, the warriors of the Red Flame Banner will storm the city wall, and tens of thousands of four-hoof warriors will besiege the city, making it impossible for him to advance or retreat.

This time, it's me who wins!

The smug Chakar glanced behind him again, and looked at the gold lion flag on a black background with a little provocation.

But he saw something else.

On the other side of the battlefield on the other side of the river, under that banner there was another dense and numerous army assembled on the riverbank.

What's going on, is he going to forcibly rescue?

The stunned Chakar stared in the direction of the astonished Chakar, but the army on the other side of the river showed no sign of crossing the river and camped on the spot.

In the next second, the soldiers in the camp were busy, as if they were assembling something... In a few moments, a dozen huge "behemoths", and many more and much smaller projection weapons, were erected on the banks of the river.

Trebuchet?

Chakar shook his head ignorantly... His army also had this terrible siege weapon, but it was poorly accurate, and it could only fight three hundred paces at the farthest.

The bank of the river was very close to the Thousand Tent City, but it was also nearly five hundred paces away, and it was impossible for him to ......

"Boom ——!"

Just as the stunned gazes of countless centaur warriors appeared, a golden-red flame suddenly rose and slashed over their heads, with a loud bang, and landed firmly in the center of the centaur army.

Screams, one after another!