"Whoosh~~~." The archer shot arrows in the direction of Bilis, but the soft arrows fired by this single bow had limited lethality, not to mention the order not to shoot Biliss directly, and the result was even more fearful.

"Damn stupid thing, to shoot arrows." Billis stretched out his strong arm and grabbed one of the Slavic warriors he was fighting against, and pointed his back in the direction of the arrow, and the Slavic warrior let out a scream and was shot several arrows in the back.

"Be careful, Lord Bilis." Harvey hooked the back of an enemy's neck with her captured dagger and pierced her opponent's abdomen with the sword in her other hand, carefully covering her enemy's body to prevent being shot by the archers, and turning herself and the enemy she grabbed so that the spears of the surrounding enemies were blocked.

"Lord Harvey, uhhh A blood drop who has been following Harvey was shot in the chest by an arrow, although it was not immediately killed on the spot, but in the era of no surgical conditions, it can be said that he has been sentenced to death, and this blood drop was shot and knew that he would not live, which instead provoked the bloody nature of the Jedi counterattack, he roared and waved the long sword in his hand to break into the Slavic crowd, and the unique swordsmanship of the Germanic people set off a bloody storm.

"Damn it, we're going to die here." Biliss couldn't help but regret his reckless decision, sure enough, with such a small number of people, it was impossible to break through, and the final result would definitely be either caught or killed.

"Surround them." The chief samurai seemed to understand this, and he planned to use the advantage of numbers to put Bilis and the others in a heavy siege, and seeing that Harvey and Biliss were about to be caught in a sea battle, at this moment strange horses' hooves and neighing sounds were heard from behind the Slavs.

"Gray Law ~~~~." From behind them, a knight in a bottled iron helmet appeared, holding a long carbine, his body jolting as his horse advanced. The armor made a rustling sound, and the white smock and horse coat that covered the armor stood out.

"Hmm, what is this?" The chief samurai turned, and he was surprised to see the monster-like knight behind him, and the knight stopped a hundred paces away from them, as if observing something. One after another, knights in the same attire appeared beside him.

"Grazi~~~~." Suddenly, as if the knight was sure of something, he slammed his powerful legs on the horse's belly, and the war horse reflexively spread its hooves and galloped up under the pain, and the knight shouted wildly and put the long pistol in his hand flat, and then firmly clamped the tail of the pistol under his armpit, and the other knights did the same action, although their number was only a dozen, but in the fierce charge, it gave people the feeling that thousands of horses were rushing on the ground.

"Ah~~~." For the first time, the Slavic warriors saw such a ferocious knightly charge. They involuntarily stepped back, their faces pale with fear, although the Slavs were also a fierce-tempered people, but the sudden appearance of this strange devilish knight from their backs would catch anyone off guard.

"Don't run, come back to me, spearmen form a defense, damn it." The chief samurai shouted at his fleeing men. grabbed everyone who passed by him, pushed and shoved and barely formed a thin line of defense. But many Slavs couldn't help but tremble their legs when they looked at the cold helmets and the dazzling white blouses.

"For the sake of honor~~~." The knight's charge was so swift and fierce that the pistols stabbed straight into the Slavs' lines, and the horses in their coats carried the Teutonic knights like hot knives cutting butter, cutting through the line of a hundred Slavs. The Slav, who was stabbed with a horse pistol, was immediately provoked to death like a rag doll.

"Warriors fight hard, and the gods are watching us." The chief warrior looked at the scattered formation, and the Slavs' fury was aroused, and he waved his sword loudly at the tribal warriors beside him, and rushed towards the Teutonic knights in the lead.

"Abandon the carbine. Hand-to-hand combat. The Teutonic knights threw away their heavy pistols, and without fear pulled out their maces hanging from their waists, which had countless sharp spikes on the front balls, and the knights' strong arms held the maces and swung them fiercely around the horses, and the Slavs who were hit by the mace were covered with flesh and blood, and blood splashed on the coats of the horses under the crotches of the Teutonic knights.

"Oh woo~~~." On one side are the honorary Teutonic knights who are eager to make meritorious contributions, and on the other side are the Slavs who have dominated the Baltic Sea and the eastern territories for many years, and the two equally fierce warriors fought together on the northern land of Watergast, although the number of honorary Teutonic knights is very small, but their daily rigorous training has finally reached the moment to play, whether it is the body or the tacit cooperation between brothers to fight better than the Slavs, not to mention that Kang Tuoyi sent not his most elite troops, Rather, it was only used to intercept and search for ordinary clan warriors of the defeated army.

"Oh, Lord Kang Tuoyi." The chief samurai fought against an honorary Teutonic knight who jumped off his horse, but the Teutonic knight's armor was so good that the chief knight's sword stabbed the Teutonic knight in the chest, but instead of piercing the armor, he was stabbed in the abdomen and leg, and he fell to his knees on the muddy ground.

"Hmph." The victorious Teutonic knight took his sword in both hands, turned to the back of the chief samurai, raised the sword in his hand and aimed at the back of the chief samurai's neck, and slashed with a sharp sword, and with the muffled sound of the sword slashing into flesh and bones, the chief samurai's head fell in response, and the body that had lost his head fell to the ground like a half-cut stake.

"Run." Seeing the death of the chief warrior, the remaining Slavic warriors finally couldn't hold back their fear, these Teutonic knights were not afraid of the attack of their rudimentary weapons, as if they could only watch others attack them, but they could not fight back, plus the death of the leader, this team of 100 people left dozens of corpses and scattered.

"No need to chase." The Teutonic knight, who had cut off the head of the chief samurai, stopped the pursuit of his companions, their task had been completed smoothly, and if they pursued again, they might fall into a disadvantageous situation, and he picked up the head of the chief samurai that had fallen to the ground and was stained with black mud, "A battle merit has been obtained." (To be continued......)