Although it was only single-handed, Fitandila's timely return played no small role.

As soon as she came, she joined the warband, and without the slightest hesitation, she rushed to wherever she saw the fiercest fighting, and while she slashed her horse and slashed at the enemy's back, she shouted loudly to let everyone know of her arrival,

The remnants of the Fetenburg garrison, when they saw their commander appear, were like seeing a glimmer of hope in the darkness of despair, and the familiar cry of her was ignited in their hearts.

Many regained their courage and took up arms to turn back and fight against the mighty but not invincible heavy cavalry.

Even though Fitandila had just been seriously injured once, no matter what, she was a beginner knight who had reached the peak, and she was only one step away from the middle rank, so her strength was naturally higher than that of other Zareis heavy cavalry, plus she also had a new scimitar in her hand that was very easy to use, the "Glorious Blade", not to mention anything else, her overall strength was at least on par with the "Hound Dog" Lyman.

Therefore, as soon as the female knight appeared, she took the enemy by surprise and cut down the two black iron falcons one after another, which greatly boosted the morale of the others.

If she was alone, of course, she couldn't change the direction of the whole battle, but for the Zares now, the whole situation has changed from the capture of Fetanburg to the battle with the Greenskins, and the appearance of Fitandila at least shows one thing, Lyman's interception plan has failed, he will definitely not be able to end this battle in twenty minutes, he must have a choice.

Not to mention that half of the time has passed now, and he hasn't taken down his opponent yet, the strength of the Chaos Dwarf on the other side is beyond the imagination of the Zareth Hound, and the two have been fighting for so long, and they can't help each other.

If there is one word to describe his current mood, it is Wohuo.

It was a situation where the odds were in hand, but it suddenly became tricky.

Is it to hurry up and quickly solve these remnants of the defeated army? Or do you want to collect your troops for the time being and go back to the city lord?

Without hesitating for long, Lyman immediately made his choice.

Take the Black Iron Falcon back first, since the battle cannot be resolved in a short time, it is an extremely stupid decision to continue to fight with these infantry, and it will not be able to give full play to the advantages of the heavy cavalry, so you must gather your men back no matter what, and return to the city lord first.

Not only to go back, but also to act immediately.

Zares's military discipline can be regarded as the strictest in the entire border prince's territory, and the city lord said for twenty minutes, then it can't exceed this time, this is discipline, and even he himself doesn't dare to violate it, so he must get out quickly.

At this time, Lyman had no choice but to sell a flaw, hit the opponent hard with his shoulder, and then took advantage of the situation to kick the Chaos Dwarf in the chest, kicking him away, and then very unchivalrous, he was not a knight anyway, and took the opportunity to turn around and run away.

Parthia did not pursue either, and as a caravan leader who had not done it himself for a long time, he was almost at the limit.

The hound came to his horse, turned on his horse, and then completely broke away from the battle ring, and at the same time picked up the horn of the bison hanging from the saddle, and blew three rapid cornets vigorously.

This is the person who told the "Black Iron Falcon Heavy Cavalry Regiment", back off, assemble.

As soon as all the Zareis on the battlefield heard these three horns, whether they were chasing the Fetanburgers on horseback, dismounting to fight the Chaos Dwarves, or searching for their next target, they left the battle as fast as they could, and returned to Lyman from all corners of the battlefield like a tired bird returning to its nest.

The only exception was the guy who was fighting Fitandila, who didn't want to go, but he couldn't leave, and just dealing with his opponent's elusive scimitar consumed all his energy.

The moment he heard the sound of the horn, he was slightly stunned, and immediately the female knight found an opportunity, and a golden light flashed, and the artery in the neck of the heavy cavalry was cut, and he fell off the horse holding his throat splashed with blood.

Not far away, watching the elite he had trained with his own hands die in battle, the joints of his five fingers were already white under the leather gloves that Lyman clutched the hilt of his sword.

At this time, he also turned back again, although the interception had failed, he still hoped to see the team he had just sent back intact.

But the truth disappointed him, except for an extremely fast spider chariot, he didn't see a single figure of the black iron falcon, not a single standing figure to be exact, all of them fell in a pool of blood in the distance, not a single one.

Only then did he suddenly react that the team he sent out had been wiped out.

At this time, all the remaining Black Iron Falcon had also been assembled, and the number of people was counted, and there were still two hundred and fifty-three people.

That is to say, they lost a total of nearly sixty people in the battle just now, and as for the casualties of Fetanburg, there were at least more than 1,000 people, 300 against 2,000, although they failed to completely destroy the enemy, but this result can be said to be very brilliant.

But Lyman's face turned pale, this was already the worst loss of the "Black Iron Falcon Heavy Cavalry Regiment" in the past five years, and a third of them died in the hands of a charioteer with only two green skins?!

He glared viciously at the spider chariot that was already speeding by, the other party arrived on the battlefield just as he was gathering his men, if he had been a little late, he would have stopped at nothing to intercept it halfway, but it was already too late.

Since there was no chance, the hound would not waste time, and he did not hesitate to turn around and leave here temporarily with the remaining two hundred and fifty Black Iron Falcons, believing that he would soon return and avenge the death of those men.

………

After seeing the retreat of the heavy cavalry like the Black Grim Reaper, the hundreds of surviving defenders and mercenaries of Fetanburg immediately erupted in a burst of cheers, and many even cried with joy, although they all understood that this was only a short victory, but in any case, the battle just now was held.

It was a miracle, especially since after the first massacres, almost half of them were killed or seriously injured, and now only four or five hundred people are able to move.

Many people began to spontaneously call out Fitandila's name and gather around her, attributing the miracle to their rulers.

Fitandila just waved her hand and didn't have time to respond much, because as soon as the battle ended, she followed Hassan, who had only one arm left, into the City Lord's Mansion to meet the City Lord, who was said to be in danger.

But before that, she had already told the others that the greenskins that suddenly appeared, and the greenskinned chariots that followed her, were all rescuers called by the order of the city lord, so she asked everyone not to worry.

When the people of Fetanburg, who had escaped the robbery, heard the news, they first clicked on it.

Greenskins? Help?

But the defenders of the City Guard quickly remembered the battle at the back gate a few years ago, the same greenskinned army that had appeared out of nowhere and defeated the Beastmen.

Whatever, as long as he can live.

After actually walking through the gates of hell, most people's mentality has changed, and they don't really care too much about this news that was shocked by the previous decision.

Because of this, the appearance of the stone did not cause too much panic, and many people just watched the excitement from a distance.

On the contrary, it was the leader of the "Forgiveness Mercenary Group" who had been directing the battle, Rip, and those Chaos Dwarves who greeted him.