The small river in front of him was rushing rapidly, and white waves were shining at the bend.

The water was steaming and the heat was diffuse, and the neighing of men and horses behind me was everywhere, and I met the soldiers who had come to meet me by the river, and the boot on my right foot had long since disappeared in the run, and there was a nobleman who was more embarrassed than myself?

"It's a calm night, even the moon hides and doesn't dare to see people!"

I rode on my newly brought horse, looked at the flowing water in front of me with emotion, and gently stroked my beloved horse's neck.

"Has the bull started to do it?"

"Yes, my lord, as soon as the enemy's cavalry left the city, the vanguard of the bull commander began to attack the city walls from two directions at the same time, and with the assistance of the Venetians, it should have been succeeded by now."

The scout, who had just returned from the castle, bowed and quickly answered my question.

I nodded, the bull's side [foot] [ride] [bow] three classes are mixed with each other, although the number is not much, but they are all the elite of the elite, and there are some Venetians who provide professional city climbing talents equipped with hooks, and the difficulty of taking down the main force out of the city and the lax defense of the city should not be too difficult, but it may take some more time.

"Let's kill it! Stab the enemy in the back again, no need to leave a live mouth, too many prisoners are not convenient to manage, we are now alone, everything is based on simplicity, don't be soft-hearted. ”

I instructed a herald waiting for the order to say, the life and death of a few hundred people is no longer painful for me, one will be a success, one person is dead, and a hundred people are also dead, except for the difference in number, there is no difference in other aspects.

When the enemy rushed up the hill and approached the archer formation with heavy losses, they were greeted not by the imminent one-sided torture of the archers, but by a strong wall of shields, and those archers, who ran faster than rabbits, hid behind layers of shields like turtles, and the front row held short swords and the infantry huddled together to prepare for defense, and the archers in the back reorganized the attack sequence in an orderly manner, quickly providing fire support for the infantry, killing and wounding the enemy's living force.

Kohler didn't know when he appeared in the ranks of the archers, he stood on horseback, condescendingly killing the enemy in front of him, guiding the archers' attack, each arrow piercing through the throat with precision, mechanically collecting lives without pause, as if it were as simple as killing an ant.

"Twelfth!" I counted in a low voice to keep myself from falling asleep because I was too bored.

Several cavalrymen wearing chain mail, who seemed to be the personal guards of the enemy commander, always protected him tightly, and did not hesitate to use their bodies to help the master block the arrows.

The infantry blocking the enemy's return route, led the living war horse aside, cleared the road, and began to attack the slope with the enemy's buttocks, and the enemy who fell behind was caught off guard and rolled down the slope screaming, and the moment the person next to him turned around, a flaw was revealed in front of him, and more than a dozen people fell to the ground with arrows in a panic, and the situation became more chaotic.

The later soldiers had already engaged the enemy's rear, the archers stopped shooting to avoid accidental injury, and the infantry on the hillside also pounced on the hillside under Kohler's command like tigers out of a hole, attacking in unison, like two closed lips, and biting the enemy into their mouths.

"End the battle quickly, rush!"

I led my soldiers around to the flank to join the battle group, like a sharp knife, wedged into the enemy's ribs, completely breaking the spine of the rebels, no matter how brave the commander tried, he could not save the end of the collapse.

Seeing that the situation was irreparable, the guards surrounded the commander to protect her, trying to fight her way out, but Kohler waited early, two strangely shaped scimitars in his hands.

It was a specially built weapon in Venice based on his habit of firing the bow from side to side.

Although he personally hates the use of knives, the violent aura can make people shudder from a long distance.

"Take him!"

I dodged the sword swept by a rebel and shouted an order to Kohler.

The two guards shouted and rushed over one left and one right, Kohler raised his weapon and held them separately, turned his right leg lightly, and kicked one of them in the chest with his left foot, making him stagger back again and again, grabbing this space When Kohler raised his knife and cut the throat of one of the guards, he pressed his head down fiercely, and the huge strength of his hand directly twisted the guard's neck, and there were vague nerves and blood vessels sticking underneath, Kohler casually threw his head aside and continued to attack another person.

There are fewer and fewer enemies who can still fight, slowly surrounded and compressed, two fists are hard to beat four hands, and countless spears and swords can not be parried, often just open a long sword, the back of the heart is cone by the mace, when the foothold is unstable, other weapons are beckoned, and they are chopped into meat sauce alive, and they don't even have time to shout out moaning, and in the center of the battle circle, only the enemy commander and three guards are still resisting, and the rest of the people either die or surrender with their hands raised.

"Surrender immediately, I guarantee your safety in the honor of the Viscount of the German Empire, and do not let my men make unnecessary sacrifices."

I pushed aside the soldiers in front of me, and said to the enemies huddled back to back with my sword, it would definitely take a few minutes to cut down such a few people, but I really didn't want to waste the nobles who could extort ransom, and it would be a pity to kill them.

The enemy commander took off his helmet, and a jet-black and bright black curly hair was scattered, just right to set off her face, if frozen white and blown, the pointed chin is definitely the awl face pursued by the current lovers, the slender Danfeng eyes are hidden in the deep eye sockets, the nose bridge is petite but shapely, and the whole person is perfect like a fairy from mythology.

"It's another little white face who looks against the sky, Italy is really nurturing people with water and soil!" I pinched the back of my hand and forced myself to pull it out of YY.

"Forgive me, Mr. Knight, for calling you so, you are at the end of your rope, don't make any more desperate struggles, and it will be more than worth the loss to make your pretty face."

I teased lightly, and all the soldiers around me laughed heartily, only at this time can we do it like our arms and fingers, the upper beam is not right, the lower beam is crooked, and the bad tastes are completely like.

The little white face lifted the hair on the side of his cheeks behind his ears, and his cherry-like pink and red lips bent disdainfully: "I think there is indeed a problem with your title, I am not Mr. Knight, I am Miss, Your Excellency the Viscount." ”

It's a! I exclaimed in my heart!

The surrounding soldiers were also talking to each other......

"I'm Miss!"

What a shocking and conjuring sentence, I was stupidly happy, my thoughts began to go downhill again, the body wrapped in the double layer of chain mail, there seemed to be a little delicate and concave shadow, Kohler came to my side and cleared his throat, reminded me to pay attention to the image, and took back the horn from the corner of his mouth first.

"Noble young lady, please forgive me for my previous rudeness, I am very sorry for seeing you on the battlefield with such a fairy-like beauty, but please trust my assurance, you will be taken care of in the best possible way, and after the war is over, I will send someone to send you home, for God's sake, my men are rough men, and the sword wielded is likely to accidentally hurt your delicate skin, the dirty battlefield is not a place where a gentle lady like you should stay, I think a warm boudoir is more suitable for you, Could you please drop your arms and come over? ”

Pretending to be forced is my innate nirvana, and my little sister who doesn't like red clothes and loves arms is very much to my liking.

"Strawberry flavored cutie! Hehe! ”

I squinted my eyes into a slit, filtering the parts of her body that I was interested in from head to toe, no way, a long drought and a rain.

"I think I have to refuse your kindness, as the only honorary female knight who has received a strict knightly education since childhood, and who has been knighted by the Pope, I make a request for a duel with you, His Excellency Viscount Randy Adrian Hoffmann, the sharpest sword of the German Emperor."

She pointed the tip of the long sword in her hand at the ground, and the corners of her beautiful eyes narrowed charmingly.

"I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Knight Arya Oliveiras Crescenti, daughter of Duke Crescenty I of Ravenna, sister of Count Medida of Ancona, I heard that you brutally killed him, so now allow me to avenge my loved ones!"

"The road is narrow!"

These four words came to my mind faintly, how can this family be good-looking war maniacs, wasting good genes.

I stepped back, turned my head and winked at Kohler, who, without saying a word, took the man with him, drowning him out in Miss Crescenty's astonished eyes and curses......

"Please forgive me! Oh, God! I'm afraid of hurting myself! ”

I folded my hands reverently and said to Mingyue, who was showing half of her shy face from behind the clouds.