"Death. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info "Looking at the Templars rushing towards him, Hua Rong's spear instantly accelerated to an incredible speed, stabbing left and right, stabbing at his super spear, and was deflected from the original target by the blow, and hung down weakly.

There was a whistling, and the spear with the afterimage slammed into the door of a Templar with a dull sound, and after the other party suffered this sudden blow, he didn't even scream, and fell off his horse weakly, motionless.

Pulling the reins, Hua Rong slammed into a Templar on foot beside Zhang Bowen, who immediately jumped away and tried to dodge, but was unexpectedly pierced through the chest by a spear that stabbed at great speed.

With a click, the spear broke, and Hua Rong slowed down, twisted the horse's head, and threw the broken barrel aside.

In the distance, the Templars on their horses collided with the rushing cavalry, and a crowd of people flipped on their backs.

"You're strong, but this isn't a place for you to touch." Hua Rong sighed with some emotion when he saw that his cavalry did not have the advantage after a round of collisions, but then entered the dogfight, and the Templars who were inferior in numbers had only one way to be destroyed.

"Master Zhang wait for a while, and when Hua Rong solves these English monks, he will take you back to the camp immediately." Looking at the walking Templars with three people left, Hua Rong said to Zhang Bowen, who was lying on the ground.

"General Hua, hurry up and solve the problem of them bringing money to your lord, Mingcheng is looking for your lord, he is about to die." Seeing the relaxed expression on Hua Rong's face, Zhang Bowen knew that it was Hua Rong who felt less urgent after seeing that he was not dead.

"Huh?" Hua Rong immediately followed Zhang Bowen's gaze to the person who fell to the ground, that person was Qian Mingcheng, there was a huge wound on his abdomen, and blood was spilling out of the bandaging place and infecting the ground.

With just a glance, Hua Rong could see that the other party's life was already precarious, and only the strange light that his lord had treated himself could restore the other party.

Seeing this, Hua Rong immediately jumped off his horse, drew his sword, and charged towards the three Templars on foot.

Without the speed of horses, if you want to break through the opponent's defense, you can only attack those weak points, Hua Rong looked at the three people who besieged him, and thought to himself, raising his sword and stabbing at the face of one of them.

The other party was wearing chain mail, which was not an existence that could be easily pierced, Hua Rong dodged the opponent's attack and directly poked a sword into the opponent's helmet.

Several rounds of sword light danced, and under Zhang Bowen's eager gaze, Hua Rong used his body to take the price of the opponent's sword, and instantly killed three Templars.

"Take him to your lord, and leave me alone." After seeing Hua Rong solve the opponent, Zhang Bowen immediately said, he climbed to Qian Mingcheng's side, and he almost couldn't feel the other party's breathing.

Hua Rong nodded, put the sword back into its sheath, picked up Qian Mingcheng and put it on the horse, "Lord Zhang, don't worry, no matter how powerful these English monks are, there will be more than a dozen people left, and someone will take you back to the camp later." ”

After watching Hua Rong take Qian Mingcheng and leave, Zhang Bowen breathed a sigh of relief, and thought in his heart, he finally survived to this moment, in this way, even if he lost all the troops, it would be worth it.

"I hope the arrival of reinforcements can change the current difficult pattern." Zhang Bowen remembered what Lan Zhongjie said, and thought with some emotion that with the help of the strength of fellow members of Chinese civilization, there was nothing to be ashamed of.

The scuffle continued, and even if there were only a few Templars left, none of them left the battlefield, and the ownerless horses were scattered in all directions, without a clue, looking around blankly.

"These replicants are so powerful, what kind of memory can do this, the power of faith, to see the Heavenly Father after death? It's really tricky. Zhang Bowen looked at the Templars who were fighting to the death, and he didn't understand what kind of order the seed of English civilization gave them to make them do this, these people were not clones, just replicants with memories.

As the melee continued, the Templars, who were outnumbered, showed faint signs of defeating the cavalry that surrounded them, and some of the wounded cavalry began to hesitate and look timidly at these enemies who were fighting for their lives.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that the battle was actually deadlocked, Han Yifei immediately sent cavalry support, and the female general who took the lead angrily scolded the cavalry who did not dare to move forward.

This is the most obvious manifestation of low morale, even if they occupy the advantage of numbers, they are still frightened back by the enemy army who fought for their lives, and in the battle of the middle capital, they who were lucky enough to survive these English iron cans, there is a sense of fear in their hearts, and as soon as the casualties increase, after a third of their comrades are killed, the team has faint signs of collapse.

"For the sake of the Father." The few remaining Templars gathered together and shouted proudly as they watched the cavalry not dare to move forward.

"Then I will send you to your heavenly Father." As soon as the voice fell, the female general slammed into her horse and immediately knocked one person off the horse.

"Yang Men female general? The eighth sister of the Yang family, an S-level strengthener, is Han Yifei's army, but I didn't expect her to come here too. After seeing the figure of the female general, Zhang Bowen exclaimed, "If there are two of you here, it will be more certain to rescue Qian Mingcheng, as long as one of you has the number of treatments, there must be."

Seeing his general's bravery, the morale of the surrounding cavalry immediately recovered, and they continued to fight with the Templars with some ashamed shouts.

There was no doubt about the ending, when the last Templar fell, Yang Bamei came to Zhang Bowen's face.

"Come, take him back to the camp."

Seeing Yang Bamei looking at herself expressionlessly, Zhang Bowen couldn't say anything, he and Han Yifei did not belong to the same faction before, so they had fought, and Han Yifei's most elite Yang family army was also consumed in the civil war, and many of them died under the knife of himself and Qian Mingcheng's army.

"I wasn't very lucky that I wasn't treated with hatred." Zhang Bowen, who was helped onto the horse, thought with some shame.

"At this moment, Qian Mingcheng is estimated to have been treated, I hope the other party has one more treatment, my leg seems to be broken." Looking at the gradual approach to the barracks, Zhang Bowen felt a little relieved in his heart, although the pain in his leg did not stop.

Recalling the battles he and Qian Mingcheng participated in, Zhang Bowen couldn't help but think, "Unlike those previous victories, after this battle, I guess you won't be so impatient anymore, this kind of memory that has been pierced through the body doesn't matter to anyone, the number of treatments for both of us has been used up like this, and four lives are not enough to escape." ”

After entering the camp, Zhang Bowen soon saw Xia Chun, Han Yifei and others, and drove the horses closer to say, "This time, thanks to your help, we can survive, don't worry, we will never have any more conflicts with you in the future, and we will compensate for the losses that you suffered before." ”

looked left and right, but couldn't see Qian Mingcheng's figure, Zhang Bowen looked at Xia Chun, who was expressionless, and asked: "What about Qian Mingcheng, it won't be that you were cured and didn't dare to see people, by the way, do you still have a number of times, my leg seems to be broken." ”

"Bowen, I'm sorry, he's lost too much blood and has lost his physiology, this is his watch, I've ordered someone to restrain him." Han Yifei stretched out the watch in his hand to Zhang Bowen with a heavy face.

When Zhang Bowen heard this, he trembled in disbelief and fell off the horse, "How is it possible?" ”