In the valley of Montenegro, the wind and sand are raging, the flags are waving, and the shouts of killing are shaking the sky.

The snowy sabre in the hands of the cavalry was raised and fell, and in the sun, the cold light flickered.

The remnant severed arm flew sideways, and the smell of blood permeated the dusk flying sand, filling the entire valley and the entire sky.

It was as if the whole world was a dark red blood.

Su Dingfang, who took the lead, was brave and fierce. Beside him was a white horse, like white lightning, crisscrossing the enemy's army. It is like a white dragon in the rolling torrent, not afraid of floods, like a fish in water.

The sabre in his hand was already stained red with blood.

On the shining blade, drops of blood fell down the cold blade, soaking in the desert, forming patches of blood-red wet mottles.

Su Dingfang raised his hand and slashed a crusader off his horse. After taking a deep breath, after calming the churning blood in his heart. Squinting his eyes, he stared at a knight with a spear and a mask that was rushing towards him.

Su Ding was expressionless, and his legs were slightly pressed between the horse's belly.

Underneath, the white horse felt the master's fighting spirit.

Turning his head, he stared at the galloping black horse, and his master.

The white horse snorted and began to slowly move forward.

After Su Dingfang put the saber into the scabbard, he reached out and pulled out the spear that was stuck diagonally in the crusader in the desert.

Holding the spear in one hand, the cold head of the spear pointed directly at the knight galloping in front of him.

"Drive!"

Su Dingfang drank softly.

Underneath, the white horse, which was originally trotting, suddenly accelerated after receiving the master's order.

Like a white lightning bolt, it cut through the chaotic battlefield space and rushed forward.

On the other side, the knight snorted coldly, raised his spear, and aimed at Su Dingfang's chest.

Two horses carried their masters. Raise hooves and run. Trample through the bloody waters of potholes and make your way through the chaotic battlefield.

Like two feathered arrows shot at each other, they collided with each other with unmistakable accuracy.

Su Dingfang grabbed it with both hands, and directly ignored the spear that the other party came. Fearless of death, he held the handle of the gun with both hands, and then the impact of the war horse "sent it forward."

On the other side, the knight who was covered in iron armor was startled when he saw the other party's plan to change his name with his life. Hurriedly raised the spear and swung it vigorously in front of him.

With a bang, the two spears collided together.

There was a snort, and a series of sparks flew up.

The two of them rode at a gallop, and with a touch of a touch, they passed by.

But at the moment of passing by, Su Dingfang held the spear in both hands, high above his head. After whirling a spear flower. Holding the handle of the gun in both hands, his body suddenly twisted.

The spear in his hand was sent to the heart of the knight who passed by.

Back to the carbine!

Su Dingfang's stunt!

Battle-hardened. From the invincible. One shot to break the armor, unparalleled in the world.

The cold light of the spear head passed through the space like lightning, and with a thud, it stabbed into the knight's heart without any effort.

Shoot, rob!

The two actions of the short answer are as fast as lightning.

People only saw the two of them passing by, and the scarlet blood mist flying in the air.

But I don't know whose it is!

Behind. The knight stiffened, and after galloping two steps, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body rolled straight and on its side. In his chest, there was a hole ten centimeters in size, which looked hideous and terrifying.

The blood mist fills the room. Su Dingfang, who was dressed in silver armor, was like a killing god, with a sharp gun aura and an awe-inspiring arrogance.

A sudden gust of wind swept by, and the yellow sand flew.

In the pervasive yellow sand, Su Dingfang rode into the dust and suddenly rushed from the flying sand.

The knight on the front trembled like chaff.

His eyes were full of trembling horror.

I saw a cold light flicker, and the knight's body stiffened.

Glancing down, the endless darkness swallowed him up.

……

In the distance, on a high ground.

The observation group composed of personnel from various countries in the Western Regions was holding a telescope specially made by the principality, staring intently at the bloody battle in the valley.

In sight, the crusaders who had been rampant in the past and slaughtered all over Europe were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, fleeing in a hurry, screaming again and again.

The tall horses with no one fled in panic.

Under the hooves of the horses, the bloodied and badly wounded Crusader soldiers had lost their minds with fear in their eyes.

The cavalry of the principality, like a sweeping wind, jumped their horses and whipped their whips, and waved their sabers in their hands.

Blood splattered, and the heads of the Crusader soldiers who fell from their horses separated.

The blood stained the yellow sand, the wind blew, and the thick smell of blood made people want to smell Europe.

"It's miserable!" An official dressed in the national costume of the Western Regions, after putting down the binoculars, looked at the valley in a distracted manner and muttered.

This, there is a war, and it is clearly a massacre.

On the side, the envoy of Khorezm looked at the battle situation in the valley with a pale face, took a deep breath, and put down the binoculars with trembling hands.

At this moment, he thought of last year, when he was also in this valley.

The 30,000 warriors who came from the expedition.

Same place, same time, oh, same result!

Duchy, too powerful!

Iron-blooded discipline, excellent equipment, brave will to fight, and that ......

The Khorezm envoy turned his head and glanced at the majestic city in the distance.

There was a look of awe in his eyes.

And that strong strategic reserve and logistical support.

Whether it is the Iron Cavalry of the Western Regions or the European Crusaders, it is difficult to resist the edge of this country.

Just as Prime Minister Ouyang issued a declaration to the Western Regions: Those who offend our principality will be punished even if they are far away.

It seems that Khorezm should really put aside his prejudices and reconcile with them.

After all, it would be unwise to offend a powerful neighbor!

Perhaps, friends are our choice!

The envoys of Khorezm looked at the majestic capital of the principality in the north, famous in the desert, and resounded in the Pearl City of the desert in the Western Regions.

He smiled calmly and said in his heart.

……

Su Dingfang had a spear, and among the thousands of troops, there was no opponent in a round.

The enemy's liver and gallbladder trembled, and their own soldiers pointed their steel knives to the sky and shouted loudly.

Driven by Su Dingfang, the Principality Guard broke out with 200 percent combat effectiveness.

For a time, the sound of the guards was shocking.

The crusaders trembled and retreated.

Defeat is like a mountain!

In the afterglow of the setting sun, there was the sound of dust and horses' hooves that shook the earth.

Surrounded and protected by many soldiers of the Crusaders, the cardinal archbishop's face suddenly turned pale.

Turning his head, he glanced to the east.

I saw the dust flying, and the flag was waving in the exhibition. A black-pressed cavalry, like ghost knights rushing out of hell, appeared in the sky.

And in the middle of this group of knights, a king-shaped banner is waving in the wind.

Defeated!

The cardinal archbishop sighed and looked at the blood-red remnant sun in the west with a miserable smile.

Almighty God, have you really abandoned your people?

With a long sigh in his head, the cardinal archbishop raised the scepter in his hand.

All around, the crusaders, who were surrounded by Su Dingfang's troops, finally laid down their arms.