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The battle flag was waving in the wind, all black Darong flags, 7,500 knights, wearing black armor and holding heavy cavalry guns. Under the sun, there was a bloodthirsty cold glow everywhere.

Seven thousand five hundred knights waited quietly, this was a whole morning, the battle sound on the battlefield boiling, so that their bloody hearts fell silent, with a certain roar 'huha', calm blood, there began to flow rapidly, but, the military order is like a mountain, they are waiting, waiting for the order from the tower.

But, wordlessly, the knight's fighting spirit has been accumulated for a whole morning, and the bravery has not disappeared with time, but has become sharper and sharper, and if there is no one to restrain them, they will surely be flood beasts, sweeping the battlefield and achieving the final victory.

Win!

The knights' eyes became more and more frenzied, and they sat on the high steel saddles, reassuring the restless horses that sat down again and again.

Gutasev, the former commander of the 1st Cavalry Division of the Guards Regiment, was the temporary commander of this 7,500 cavalry group. The huge figure sitting on the back of the horse will make people worry about whether it will crush the two-meter-tall Warcraft-level war horse, he is too burly, two meters and three meters tall, so that it is an iron rod, and if you hit it on the ground, the thousand-pound iron rod will sink into the dirt and stand tall. His power is superior to that of the three armies.

"Subordinate, Gutasf see Lord Marquis."

Gutasf was waiting for not an order, but a figure jumping down from the tower, and when he got closer, he was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped forward to touch his chest and salute, but Ye Xiaofei looked very busy, nodded slightly, and jumped on a batch of snow-white unicorns.

The horse is pure white horse, and the armor is brilliant golden armor.

Ye Xiaofei's arrival suddenly became the focus of the knights, and Ye Xiaofei, who was galloping on horseback, quickly rushed in front of the knight array, and when he went, he remembered bursts of cheers.

Gutasf drove his horse to follow closely behind, and introduced in a low voice: "Seven thousand five hundred knights, with three thousand knights as a riding regiment, a total of two cavalry regiments, temporarily named the First Cavalry Regiment of the Guards Legion and the First Cavalry Regiment of the Xuanwu Legion. Fifteen hundred knights were left in reserve—"

Sure enough, the flags were unfurled, but the flags on the left and right were different, on the left was the banner of the Guards Legion, on the right was the banner of the Xuanwu Legion, and in the most distant place was the fifteen hundred knights.

"Gutasf listens to the order, you lead the First Cavalry Division of the Guards Legion to move to the southeast, intercept the elven knights, and be sure to keep the left flank position of the Xuanwu Legion."

The Xuanwu Legion has 8,000 people, facing the south in a strip formation, the rear of the array is the weakest, followed by the left and right wings, this is the defect of the array, the frontal attack and defense are amazing, and the shortcomings are also fragile and amazing.

"The First Cavalry Regiment of the Xuanwu Legion, the reserve team follows me."

Ye Xiaofei never understood what battlefield rules were, nor did he understand conformism. He would only listen to the voice in his heart, and at this moment, a voice echoed in his heart: The six thousand elven warriors of the King-level Legion of the Bright Sun Legion, who would dare to mobilize? Who can make them give up their duty and suddenly appear in the impossible south, only one person can, the young patriarch of the day elves, Minks, the bastard who should have died near the prison car. He is the supreme commander of the entire elven army, and has the right to mobilize any elven army on the battlefield. Caught in a desperate situation, he can only pick up the tricks used by the dwarves, capture the thief and capture the king first, and exchange Minks's life for a glimmer of life.

"Minks, you must stay in the Legion of the Sun."

Ye Xiaofei prayed silently, he didn't know whether to pray to that god, because it seemed that all the gods had abandoned the human race.

"Come, send this letter to the dwarven army, and personally deliver it to the dwarven patriarch Sparta."

Ye Xiaofei handed a gilded document to the herald again, and after repeated instructions, he watched the herald run to the north, and he turned his horse's head and galloped towards the southwest. His plan was cruel, sacrificing 8,000 soldiers of the Xuanwu Legion and dragging the main force of the Yaoyang Legion. And it is obviously impossible to let more than 3,000 people of the First Cavalry Division of the Guards Regiment to stop the 7,000 elves. Nor did he expect a miracle from Gutasev.

The survival of the Xuanwu Legion, the desperate blocking of the First Cavalry Division of the Guards Legion, these two doomed and tragic armies, they will use their lives to attract the attention of a person, is the attention of the young patriarch of Minks, and the only thing he Ye Xiaofei can do is to take the sword to the side, bypass the Xuanwu Legion of life and death, and hit the head of the Yaoyang Legion from the southwest side, like a dagger, and decide the victory with one blow.

Four thousand five hundred knights, like a phantom, broke away from the rear army and headed around the southwest target for the command post of the Shining Sun Legion.

"How does the Chinese army respond?"

The bloodied general leaned against the flagpole, and the blood slowly sank into the dirt along the hilt of his sword.

"Commander Morse, are you wounded?"

Morse, who was in black armor, found that there was a sharp arrow in his right arm, and the blood was flowing from the lower arm, but he didn't know when he was injured, let alone how much blood was shed. Looking back at the tower of the Chinese army, the golden armor figure had disappeared, and the second-floor order flag had just been defended, and the banner soldier in front of him turned around and sprinted over with the received flag, and said: "Commander of the Morse Army, the Marquis order, the whole army is stubbornly defended, and must not take half a step back." ”

The departure of the banner soldier made Morse's heart more and more uneasy, but in the next second, the third attack of the Shining Sun Legion came again.

Morse returned to the front line, a thousand-meter defense line, heavy armored spears and shields stood like a wall, blood-stained steel spears stood like a forest, bloodthirsty arrows were put out from the corpses to be used again, and the treatment of the wounded was carried out in an orderly manner, Morse told himself that he could still hold on, although he could only keep a low profile with the lives of three warriors, but, in order to take care of the overall situation, he did not dare to ask the Chinese army for support, but, he knew that there was an army like the most cunning hungry wolf peeping at him, and his army: Where did the seven thousand elven knights go?

He doesn't know where to go! He didn't even know that the tower of the Chinese army hadn't told him that in his southwest direction, an army of elven knights was quietly gathered.

He didn't know the danger of perdition, and maybe even if he did, what could he do? There is no way back.

"Huh---For the Marquis--"

Morse shouted, the warriors responded passionately, they had already repelled the elves' two attacks, the third, no different from before: the archers began to charge, violent collisions, either my sword cut off your head, or your sword pierced my chest, without him, the warriors trampled each other with their precious lives, with humble strength, to protect the ground under their feet.

War! There is no way back!

Kill! There is no choice!

Die! It's the Heroic Soul Forever!

Morse's nightmare, as if in an instant, was a general.

To the southwest, smoke and dust rose into the sky. When he saw the smoke, the ground under his feet began to tremble slightly, and then, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves came from the sky, and in an instant, it seemed to sound in his ears.

The clear sound of horses' hooves came from the violent rise and fall of the horses' hooves in his field of vision, and when Morse came back to his senses, there were seven thousand torrents of steel to the southwest and less than a kilometer.

Morse's frightened soul was still floating in the sky, the left wing, the unprepared left wing was directly chiseled through by the seven thousand elven cavalry, he could only watch the more than two thousand soldiers on the left wing collapse, and then collapse, and the ruthless elven knights launched a slaughter.

Even if the Chinese army tower informed him that the elven knight attacked so quickly, no amount of preparation would be in vain.

Merse looked at the tower at a loss, only to find that the tower behind him was alone in the position of the Chinese army, and the White Tiger Legion sitting in the middle army charged all the way to rescue the Guards Legion. Morse understood at this one that the Chinese army was empty.

"Move closer to me!"

Merse silently swallowed the tears of grief and indignation back into his eyes, and roared: "Move closer to me!" ”

The order only responded to the division in the headquarters, the collapse of the left flank, the complete loss of the command system, and Morse thought sadly: In the next second, the elven knight who defeated the left flank would attack the middle position from behind, and the left and right flanks would spit out the right flank like dumplings. There is no doubt that the Xuanwu Legion will become history, and perhaps even history will not be recorded in the future. The retreat to the south was a disaster for the Chinese army command tower, and the Chinese army, which had no defense, was shattered, and there was nothing to save them. The Guards Legion perished, the White Tiger Legion perished, and in the end it will be the Glory Legion of the King-level Legion.

Morse had never felt that the sword in his hand was so heavy, although it gave him a feeling that he could no longer lift it, perhaps, there was no need to lift it anymore.

At such a desperate and helpless moment, Morse did something that made people feel crazy, he raised the blood-stained knife high and held it high above the top, and many soldiers could see the cold light refracted by the blood-stained white blade on the knife, and the white light flashed, and the knife had fallen. The warrior's gaze followed the path of the knife, fixed on the steel flagpole. An iron pillar with a thick bowl mouth.

The incision is as bright as a mirror, and the military flag of the Xuanwu Legion quietly slides down, and the flag is there, and the army is there.

People are not dead, cut down their flags?

Commander Morse is going to surrender --

There must be no surrender

Death cannot descend --

The soldiers stared angrily at the slowly sloping military flag, and secretly wanted to defend the glory with their lives. If it hadn't been cut down by the Legion Commander Morse himself, they would have torn people into strips of flesh in anger. However, even the commander of the legion could not trample on the glory of the warriors, and the warriors glared angrily one by one, suppressing the anger in their hearts.

Flag!

Decline! A broad and powerful thug held the tilted flagpole and then raised it high.

Morse held up the iron pillar of Optimus with both hands, and the banner representing the glory of the Xuanwu Legion was stained with blood, hunting in the smoke of gunpowder.

"Order, the whole army assaults, the flag is in the people, the military flag is indicated, kill the ――――――"

Woowoowoowoo――――――――

The horn of the battle of the trapped beasts sounded the sad song of the Xuanwu Legion, low, heavy, and continuous, but no one could ignore his existence.

"Kill ――――――"

Morse held the military flag and marched forward in great strides, and the soldiers forgot about victory and defeat, forgot about life and death, neighed, roared, brandished swords, guns, swords, halberds, rushed, rushed.

The left flank continued to crumble, but the right flank and the Xuanwu legion in the center had gone crazy, wave after wave, without knowing death, tirelessly attacking the elven front. There is only one thing in their eyes: where is the flag? Behind you? Still in front of me. When they raised their heads and glanced at them in the midst of their busy schedules, oh, the military banner rushed to the elven front again to find death――――――

The red-eyed warriors spread out their hands and let the elves' spears and swords plunge into their bodies, and then they stabbed their swords into the elves' bodies as the elves smiled triumphantly.

Lives for lives!

Like a bloody ball, the soldiers of the Xuanwu Legion learn from each other, and as for how they learn, they only have one chance.

All the people and elves who were paying attention to the battlefield to the south were stunned, staring incredulously at the human army that was counter-charging.

On the top of the tower, everyone was silent, and they uniformly punched their chests with their fists, and saluted from a distance of kilometers.

If the Guards Legion, which was used as a decoy, described its military operations as madness, then the incomprehensible charge of the Xuanwu Legion could only be described as madness.

The seven thousand elven knights who had finished cleaning up the left flank of the Xuanwu Legion were stunned, and had to stop their horses and stare at the chaotic battlefield. At this time, the Xuanwu Legion and the Shining Sun Legion were completely mixed together, holding the mentality that each other would die together, waiting for the Elven Knight's charge.

The frenzied charge, the chaotic mixing of the enemy and the enemy, actually made the Xuanwu Legion take a few more breaths of bloody air in disguise.

A belated cavalry finally let the idle elven cavalry drive the war horses.

The cavalry of the Shining Sun Legion is the Burning Sun War Horse, a six-legged war horse, whose speed and explosiveness are enough to throw off the First Cavalry Division of the Guards Legion. His superb riding skills and experience were enough to make the human cavalry commit suicide in shame.

However, this is a cavalry trained under an abnormal marquis, if it acts according to the rules of knighthood, it will be strange, as if it will lose the face of Marquis Ye Xiaofei.

Ten horses in a row, iron chains interlocking, domineering in the posture of the Iron Floating Tu, the arrogant knight unyieldingly tilted his head, as if he didn't know that his lame cavalry should not fight against the cavalry of the king-level legion like Ru Haoyue.

The second feature is that the Warcraft-level unicorn is enough to carry a thousand pounds of heavy loads, but the iron float in the front row is lightly armed, no armor, no armor, only a five-meter-long heavy riding gun, even if the handle of the gun is clamped in the armpit, it is still difficult to support hundreds of pounds of iron spear with one hand, and the knights have both hands in their arms, not like a noble knight, but like a tricky splash.

Who would dare to underestimate this strange combination?

Didn't you see the elven cavalry hesitating and not knowing how to advance or retreat?

Behind Tiefutu is a serious knight in full armor, sharpening his sword, fearless, like a newborn calf, looking provocatively.

Like a dead soldier, Tiefutu disrupted the opponent's attack with his only weapon, the five-meter iron spear, and blocked the speed of the elven cavalry with the iron chains that died together and the lives of their men and horses.

Ye Xiaofei's warriors didn't know what death was, and his knights were even more bold to die.

The cavalry moved!

Not the elven cavalry that has an absolute superiority in numbers and force. It's three thousand knights of the 1st Cavalry Regiment of the Guards Regiment!

Boom――――――boom――――――

The horses' hooves are stirring, the ground is beating gently, the horses are neighing, and the warriors are roaring.

The elven knights still vividly remembered the defeat and slaughter of their comrades on the left wing, and at this moment, when the wind slid across the knight's cheeks, the knights roared: "Brothers, we will avenge you ―――――― kill ――――――"

The elven knight moved passively. The aperture of the king-level legion, the absolute numerical superiority, how could it be frightened by the knight in front of him who was strangely equipped like a scoundrel?

Rush-rush―――――― hit――――――

Cavalry vs. cavalry duel!

The spears of the Iron Float pierced through the elves, and when their spears broke, the sharp spears and swords of the elves fell on them, and they laughed, and even saw the elven knights tripped over by the chains between their horses, and the people turned on their backs.

There are only three columns of the Iron Floating Massacre, but it is enough to brew a forbidden area for cycling, and in a head-to-head confrontation, the Iron Floating Massacre is all killed, even people and horses, and the country is collectively martyred. However, they tripped over the horses of the sun with their corpses. The elf's momentum came to an abrupt halt.

"Huha---rush-"

The 1st Cavalry Division of the Guards Regiment had expected this, bypassing the battle line piled up like a mountain of flesh from both flanks, like the most powerful pincers of crabs, and piercing the elven cavalry that had lost their speed.

Kill--kill-kill――――――

Blood blended with each other, and the Heroic Spirits and War Spirits left the ground in droves.

It's messed up, it's completely messed up!

On the frontal battlefield, the White Tiger Legion fell into a strangulation with the main army of the elves in order to save the mortal Guards Legion, like two giants wrestling their wrists.

All the elves' armies and Ye Xiaofei's armies were all killed together, but it was consumed by three warriors for one elf, and the discerning person could see at once that the elves had 50,000 troops, and Ye Xiaofei was only 31,500, if it was before, it would definitely be Ye Xiaofei's complete failure.

If an external force breaks this balance at this time, the winner will be determined immediately.

Pami left the tower and galloped as fast as he could in his life, aiming at an army of 40,000 dwarves: whoever the dwarves help, he will win.