In the moonlight, the deafening sound of horses' hooves startled one bird after another, and Ferrante and his knights did not choose to keep their voices down, but rode towards the slope of the canyon exit.

Their task was not to lay an ambush, but to intercept, adjust the formation of the vanguard corps, and delay time with reinforcements from the corps headquarters.

Therefore, it is the most important thing to occupy the favorable terrain as soon as possible, otherwise if they retreat, the other side will still be in a situation of attacking from both sides, and once the battlefield is scorched, there will only be more casualties.

Finally, when Ferrante's nearly three hundred people arrived at the exit of the canyon, the shaking of the ground became more and more intense, but because there were too many detours in the canyon, they had not seen each other's figures.

"Captain!"

Fourteen knights, who had been teenagers, followed, and behind them, more knights waited silently for Ferrante's orders, only the wheezing of horses echoed around everyone.

The topography of the canyon is very standard, and the Kerde Canyon is no exception, with a small exit and winding inside.

Ferrante quietly looked at the exit in front of him, raised his hand and drew the long sword at his waist.

"Dismount!"

The order was delivered, a layer of sweat oozed from everyone's palms, and the knight dismounted and intercepted the foot fight, and the horse was naturally the first wall blocking the exit.

No one disobeyed Ferrante's orders, and everyone turned over and dismounted, stroking their partner's mane in silence.

At the back of the line, about fifty knights in alternate armor led their horses forward, leaving their companions at the exit.

They are the heavy knights of this small team, and even the horses are protected to the teeth, giving up the advantage of speed in exchange for the great suppressive force of the charge, but at this time, these heavy armored horses must be the first to go up.

The three major battles of Rider at the time of the founding of Kaiadir were famous, and the Church, as a staunch supporter of the empire at the time, would inevitably involve all aspects in the training of the knights, and would naturally make a careful analysis of the various situations on the battlefield in the canyon.

So for them, Ferrante just needs to decide what to do, and as for how to do it, everyone has their own place in their hearts.

Listening to the sound of vibrations in the canyon, everyone hid at the exit, led by Ferrante and the fourteen knights on the left, and those heavily armored knights as the vanguard on the right.

Soon, a sharp whistle came from the canyon, and Ferrante's heart sank: "It's coming!"

Through the gap, Ferrante looked sideways into the canyon, a flash of light flashing in his eye, piercing the darkness of the night.

Although the exit of the canyon is not wide, it can accommodate more than a dozen knights walking side by side, but because of the restrictions of the road, the speed of the war horses is not fast, and there are no chariots to accompany them.

When the other party approached, the speed of the army suddenly slowed down, and finally stopped not far from the exit at the signal of a leader.

The leader rode a war horse, dressed in a cyan sacrificial robe, with a cyan light flowing in his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled, and he waved his hand.

"Torch!"

Suddenly, the rear of the team lit up, and the bright torches were thrown out in pieces, drawing countless parabolas in the air, and finally fell to the exit, under the hooves of the heavily armored war horses.

Poof, a horse sneezed, extinguished a torch under his feet, and stood quietly in place.

"It turned out to be the Knights of the Church of Light, no wonder even the horses are so calm, I don't know which part of the Knights?" the leader shouted.

Ferrante revealed his figure when he heard the voice, holding a long sword in one hand, and also shouted: "It turned out to be the Tsing Yi Bishop of the Fengshen Church, it seems that you are not living a solid life, I don't know which province it is?"

"Don't think you have received the news of the assassination of the Pope of Light. The Bishop whispered to himself.

Then, under his orders, the cavalry at the front of the army began to move, ready to break through the interception by force.

The first is that he wants to drive out of the canyon as soon as possible and cooperate with the First Legion to eat the vanguard of the other party, and the second is that he knows that there are not many people on Ferrante's side at all, and the knights use horses as roadblocks, and they can only do it in a fight to the death.

"Rush!"

With a roar, nearly a hundred cavalrymen rode their horses and charged, intending to completely crush Ferrante's fragile defenses at once.

"Commander, the back is ready!"

"Don't move yet, guard!"

Ferrante gave an order, and one shield after another was set up behind the war horse, and all the heavily armored knights half-crouched down, holding their hands against the shields, acting as a second line of defense.

Two-man spears were attached to shields, and the spears of the back row were placed on the shoulders of the front row.

Honoris' cavalry, with the help of the Cardinal in Tsing Yi, instantly accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed to the front of the defensive line.

As the sword was unsheathed, the sound of the spear piercing into the **, accompanied by the roar of the war horse, resounded through the canyon.

The first cavalry to arrive slowed down sharply under the resistance of the heavily armored horses, and when they brandished their long swords and tried to cut down the horses, the spears of the heavy knights also stabbed out, and for a time they turned on their backs.

The cardinal in Tsing Yi waved his hand: "Release the arrow!"

Another group of cavalry charged from the front, and halfway through, the sound of bows and arrows was drawn from behind Honoris.

The heavily armored knights on Ferrante's side raised their shields and easily blocked the first wave of arrows.

But seeing that the opposing cavalry rushed in front of him again, Ferrante waved his long sword: "Release!"

Behind the defensive line, spears were thrown by the knights like bed crossbows defending the city, and fell fiercely on the heads of the charging cavalry.

Bishop Tsing Yi's eyes narrowed, although he wondered in his heart that this knight order was forbidden and well-equipped, but the road in the canyon had already delayed them, and time was running out.

"The infantry is on the line, the cavalry is on the flanks, the bows and arrows do not stop, the knights of the church are not in the habit of being equipped with bows and arrows, and I will see how many guns they can use to throw them!" exclaimed the Cardinal Tsing Yi.

The order was conveyed, and the Honoris side no longer chose a ** temptation, and the infantry marched in front of the formation from both sides, walking towards the defense line step by step, each step seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the Ferrante people.

Ferrante took a breath, gently turned his sword, and walked among the heavily armored knights.

"Holy Knights of Light!

"Prepare for war!"

"Prepare for war!"

A limited number of knights drew their long swords and shouted loudly, and the roar resounded through the canyon, and they blocked the exit with their own **, trying to buy time for the reinforcements behind.

"Holy Knights?" the Tsing Yi Bishop smiled contemptuously, "The whole army, run over!"

Time passed little by little, and finally, Honoris's legion arrived at the exit completely, and no matter how well the heavily armored war horses were prepared, they could not stop the destruction like a meat grinder.

When the last war horse fell, Ferrante roared angrily, stepped onto the mountain of corpses, the long sword in his hand lit up with a devastating brilliance, he slashed down with a sword, and the pawn's body, armor, and spear in his hand were directly split in two.

The roar of the charge began to sound from Honoris's side, and there was a dead silence in Ferrante's Knights, and everyone followed Ferrante in silence, with only the sticky sound of a sharp blade slashing through the ** in their ears.

At this point, the two sides had no extra quarrels, and directly started a white-knuckle battle.

The narrow valley mouth was gradually filled with the smell of blood, and the fourteen knights who followed Ferrante in front were already red-eyed, the enemy in front of them, and the companions in the back, and that's all they could think of.

The long swords in the hands of the fifteen people all shone with holy brilliance, and even the blood would evaporate the moment it was contaminated.

"The God of Light is above!"

After fighting for an unknown amount of time, Ferrante let out a low roar, held the long sword in both hands and swept out, and a holy sword light covering the entire exit slashed out in the shape of a half-moon.

In an instant, within a distance of tens of meters, the soldiers of Honoris fell like wheat harvesting, and the battlefield suddenly became empty.

The gurgling blood flowed under the horse's hooves, and the cardinal in Tsing Yi condensed his eyes: "I didn't expect to meet a big fish, the whole army, continue to charge!"

As he spoke, the cardinal in green rose out of thin air and flew towards Ferrante, and in the military formation behind him, the same three cyan figures flew into the air together.

"Four against one, you can't win. ”

"Then try it. ”

Ferrante was covered in blood, her golden hair stuck to her face, and the sword in her hand grew brighter.

He knows a lot of swordsmanship, and he also has a lot of magic skills, but in this battlefield where human lives are like mustard, these can't play a fundamental role, unless......

In the sky, four cyan figures stood out of thin air, and a huge cyan dragon shadow began to become condensed, and its water tank-like eyes glanced indifferently at Ferrante's people.

Below, fourteen knights surrounded Ferrante and fought hard.

Ferrante stood in the middle, his lightsaber raised in both hands, and began to chant prayers that did not exist in any of the books.

"Roar!"

The cyan dragon shadow in the air roared angrily, inciting its wings and flying towards the corpse mountain, and behind Ferrante's defense line, a phantom nearly a hundred meters high appeared, and its movements were the same as Ferrante's.

"Ahh

Ferrante slashed down with a sword, and the huge lightsaber in the phantom's hand behind him also slashed towards the dragon shadow.

Without any sound, the huge lightsaber tore through the dragon shadow like slicing tofu and slashed towards the four cardinals in Tsing Yi.

Burst...... Four Tsing Yi bishops vomited blood at the same time, and two of them fell to the ground.

But after the huge lightsaber smashed the dragon shadow, it suddenly dissipated halfway through, and Ferrante also spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body instantly sounded like bursting beans.

Blood flowed down every crevice in the armor, Ferrante's sword fell to the ground, and the whole person fell to his knees: "Sophia......"

"Boss!"

"Captain!"