Over the past 100 years, the Crusaders have been invincible across the European continent and even in West and Central Asia. There are countless sieges to conquer the city.

In addition to being strong and well-equipped.

Nothing is more feared than their discipline.

And this discipline, in the final analysis, comes from their almost crazy power of faith.

If you look at it purely from the composition of the crusaders, this is only an army composed of the private soldiers of the major feudal lords, and it is completely a rabble. Even if there are knights with excellent swordsmanship, they are just a rabble with knights.

However, the light of faith that comes from the bottom of my heart and is buried in my bones.

But this rabble gathered together, forming a torrent of steel, starting from the heart of Europe, crisscrossing the east and west. Everywhere he went, rivers of blood flowed and corpses were strewn all over the field.

Therefore, Wang Liye knows what kind of people he is facing.

Su Dingfang also knew.

It's a bunch of crazy people!

A bunch of fearless madmen in their hearts.

And the cardinal who appeared in the crusaders on a war horse covered in iron armor, dressed in red robes, was undoubtedly the catalyst for their madness.

Appearing in the desert, this group of soldiers embroidered with cross lines on their chests, Su Ding was expressionless.

Just clenched the sword at his waist.

Although, he had a musket on his body, and it was the finest repeating musket.

But in the habit of many years of fighting, he still clenched the hilt of the knife.

After seeing this scene, the adjutant beside him looked majestic. Slowly raised his hand.

Behind him, the black-pressed Principality's cavalry troops stretched out their hands and opened the buttons on the scabbard. Then, holding the musket in both hands, he aimed ahead.

With a bang, the expected fireworks finally exploded in the air.

In the blue sky, a white cloud suddenly appeared.

This is the signal for a general offensive.

It is a signal for the blue sea, and at the same time a signal for the crusaders.

The Crusaders were the first to move.

Ride on a horse. The cardinal archbishop standing in front of the formation, raised the scepter in his hand, and pointed to the general who was riding a white horse and standing in the middle army hundreds of meters ahead: "Follow God's will." Purify this group of infidels! ”

The voice is sublime and cold, without a hint of emotion.

The knights of the Crusaders, hearing this, pulled down the masks from their helmets.

"Victory is ours, glory is God!"

The cardinal waved the scepter in his hand vigorously, his eyes flashed with a crazy look, and he shouted: "Kill! ”

With hundreds of knights prancing horses and whips rushed out. Behind him, the Crusader heavy cavalry roared.

The tall horse trampled on the earth and rushed forward like a raging torrent.

The rumbling sound resounded through the valley of Montenegro.

The horses' hooves fluttered, and the yellow sand rolled up filled the entire sky in an instant.

The sun was also obscured, leaving only a miserable white spot of light.

Dust flying. The murderous spirit is thick.

Su Ding's side was like sinking water, and his eyes were full of cold color, staring at the rushing crusaders in the rolling smoke and dust in front of him.

He drew his saber with a thud. Holding a steel knife in one hand, he pointed to the sky.

"Kill!!"

At the sound of the order, the herald behind him raised his hands high, and the blood-red order flag in his hand swayed violently with the wind.

In the sound of the tumult, the flag quickly changed its defense.

The whirring wind blew, and the swiftly shaking order flag, as if it could not withstand the raging wind, made a crackling and tearing sound.

Rumble...... Rumble...... There were a few earth-shattering muffled thuds, behind the Principality's cavalry.

Then. It was the firelight that came out of the smoke that rushed into the sky.

Whizzing black projectiles, dragging long tails of fire, like meteors falling from the sky when the end came, shot out from the rear of the cavalry brigade, with the power of destroying the world. Slammed into the silver torrent of steel in front of him.

The first shell landed unmistakably on the path of a knight's charge.

There was a bang, and the flames shot out.

The knight, wrapped in thick iron armor, was torn to pieces by shrapnel and fire from the explosion.

Countless pieces of flesh and blood flew sideways, and in the air, the smell of gunsmoke and blood suddenly became thick.

But the other knights still didn't seem to notice.

With his head bowed, he crouched on his horse, spear in hand, and charged fearlessly.

It was as if the tragic situation of the companion who had just been torn to pieces was not seen in their eyes at all. 、

Boom Boom Boom ......

A salvo, dozens of shells fell into the enemy camp.

Every shell exploded, a sky-high fire, and the smoke of gunpowder became thicker and thicker.

And with the sky-high flames, there are countless broken arms with residual value, and flesh and blood are flying.

"An admirable opponent!"

The adjutant's lips trembled, his eyes were a little misty, and he said in distraction.

"On the battlefield, there is only life and death. The spirit may be admirable, but it is not worth learning! At least, not now! Su Dingfang was still staring at the enemy troops who were getting closer and closer in front of him, and said indifferently.

"Yes!" After the adjutant came to his senses, he hurriedly nodded, "Don't get distracted, the other party won't give up cutting off your head because you admire them!" Su Dingfang glanced at him coldly, there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in his eyes, only a cold light that was sharper than the sheathed sword.

"Musket ready!" While Su Dingfang was speaking, he lowered his head and slowly fixed the handle of the knife in his hand.

Behind them, when the cavalry saw this scene, they all pulled out their long knives on horseback.

The cold light flickered, and the murderous aura suddenly rose!

One by one, the swarthy spears were raised, and the muzzles of the black holes that shimmered with ghostly light were like the eyes of death, and there was no mercy, only endless darkness.

"Put!"

Su Dingfang's voice was still indifferent.

Whispered.

With the blood-red command flag in the hands of the herald behind him, he waved it down vigorously.

Brilliant tongues of fire erupted from the swarthy muzzle.

Angry bullets, with a sharp whistling, tore through the air and through the proud iron armor of the Crusaders, burrowing into the flesh and bones.

Bang bang bang......

In the smoke of gunpowder, gunshots rang out incessantly.

Tongues of fire swallowed one after another, and those knights who galloped on horseback were like straws in the autumn wind, hanging down powerlessly and falling to the ground.

Then he was trampled into a pile of minced meat by the horses behind.

After the crackling gunshots.

The crusaders were already a hundred meters closer.

Su Dingfang reined in his horse with one hand, held the hand of the saber, and shook the knife behind the flickering cold light.

The figure leaned on the horse's back and snorted softly.

Under the crotch, the war horse was moved.

Gallop out.

Behind him, the cold-faced cavalry galloped like black and oppressive arrows, shooting towards the approaching silver torrent.

At this moment, the dust covers the sun. The battle flag flies.