It was dusk in the afternoon, and the winter evening came early, and the sun was already setting a little westward, but the battle didn't end with sunset. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Viscount Hartmann decapitated the head of a Wendland soldier, and he looked back to the west, where a steady stream of Wendlanders was flocking, a desperate number.

Half an hour earlier, Aster's defensive line had been torn apart, and immediately after, countless Wendland troops were coming towards the gap, charging as if they were not going to die, giving Astel no chance to remedy it.

This is not the most serious, as Astel sent reinforcements to the gap to intercept Wendland's attack, the defense of the other parts became weak, and Wendland's commander was naturally not stupid, seeing this, they immediately turned their guns and attacked the other side, which overwhelmed Aster.

Viscount Hartmann, on the other hand, was anxious about the current state of war.

The forces on the west side were already relatively small, and Wendland's attack at the right time had severely attrition Aster's fighting force, and at this moment just holding the defensive line had exhausted most of their strength.

Of course, Astor could choose to retreat, but in that case, the allies on the other fronts would be outflanked by Wendland, which would be the worst option for the whole battle.

"Hold on, we'll just hold on for another hour."

In another hour is sunset, which is the agreed time for retreat, at that time, Astel will do his best to open the road to the north and lure Wendland to occupy the main city, and then, a large number of explosives will explode at the edge of the main city, and the falling stones will block the road and trap them in the city, and Astor will take this opportunity to evacuate.

This was the battle plan formulated by Elyfils, and it was indeed a last resort at the moment when Keynzburg was surrounded.

But right now, the sudden change in the battle situation still makes Viscount Hartmann feel a little caught off guard, his strength has not yet recovered, only the peak of bronze, although it is not difficult to face the miscellaneous soldiers without position, but people's physical strength has its limit after all, Viscount Hartmann's palm has oozed sweat, his muscles are tense, and he feels that everything around him is a little sluggish, he knows that he himself is on the verge of limit.

In another half an hour, he would not be able to fight on the front lines as he was now, or else he would be pierced in the chest by a spear or dagger that came out of nowhere, and Viscount Hartmann gritted his teeth and tried to kill as many more Wendran soldiers as he could.

However, a long howl made his heart sink.

It was the roar of a war horse.

Astor naturally couldn't send the cavalry as the last hole card at this moment, so there was only one possibility, and that was Wendland's heavy cavalry regiment.

Sure enough, Viscount Hartmann looked up and saw that at the end of the tide of Wendland's army, a pure white cavalry was rushing towards this side.

Silver-white heavy armor, on the shoulder armor is a roaring lion, the cloak hunts, the leader is not wearing a helmet, silver hair, and a heavy broadsword in his hand, it is Griffith. Balmunck and his White Lion Knights.

"It could be him!"

Viscount Hartmann is friendly with Viscount Erich, and since learning that Viscount Erich was killed by Griffith, he has been resentful and wants to avenge his best friend, but now it is the enemy who meets him, and he is very angry.

But Viscount Hartmann is not a reckless man, he knows the strength of his friends, and knows the strength of the people who can defeat him, at the moment he is not in a good state, and under the hard fight, he can only suffer himself.

"The enemy's cavalry regiment is coming, the crossbowmen are ready!"

Only the crossbowmen could be ordered to slow down the pace of the enemy's attack, Viscount Hartmann fought while organizing the retreat of the troops, in the infantry battlefield, a charge of hoplites was quite terrifying, he knew the current situation, so he chose to avoid its edge.

But the Knights of the White Lion did not give Viscount Hartmann this chance.

Griffith led the heavy cavalry to charge, and the speed did not slow down in the slightest, and the soldiers of Wendran saw the knights rushing behind them, and hurriedly retreated, but a considerable number of them were still stranded in the direction of the White Lion Knights.

And for this, Griffith did not have the slightest pity, and without even blinking an eye, he led the knights to run over and knock the friendly troops in his way into the air.

Screams erupted from among the Wendland troops, from far and near, and in a few breaths they were at the forefront of the battle between the two armies.

Whoop -

Astelle's crossbowmen did not expect the White Lion Knights to abandon their allies and drive straight in, and they miscalculated the enemy's speed, causing most of the arrows to fall to the rear of the Knights, with only a few knights at the end of the group being shot off their horses.

And the crossbowmen, there is no time to reload!

The heavy cavalry of the White Lion Knights dealt a devastating blow to Aster's defenses.

The Aster's soldiers, who had been in combat all the time, were powerless to stop the devastating charge of the heavy cavalry, and most of them were shattered in the heart by the huge impact force before they could even raise their swords, and died under the iron hooves.

And Viscount Hartmann, seeing the current situation, can't care about the situation on other fronts, he knows that if they continue to fight, then they have only one way to completely annihilate, so after thinking for a while, Viscount Hartmann gave the order to retreat.

But before the order could be given, the head of the herald with the horn flew high, and a heavy broadsword appeared in front of Viscount Hartmann.

"Knights of the White Lion!"

Viscount Hartmann didn't have time to think at this time, he shouted, his sword flipped, and in the blink of an eye, he cut off a rider of the White Lion Knights.

But at the same time, his hands were numb from the shock, and he tried his best not to let the sword go out of his hand.

Griffith faced Viscount Hartman, he recognized the other party's noble status, but he didn't know that the other party had a deep hatred with him, he tilted his head, didn't think much about it, and drove the war horse to turn around and rush towards Viscount Hartman.

Seeing Griffith coming towards him, Viscount Hartmann did not retreat, but stepped forward, and in his hand, the long sword swung towards the flaw in the armor of the Wendland heavy cavalry!

However, Griffith has the strength of the silver pinnacle after all, and he steadily suppressed Viscount Hartmann in terms of reaction speed and strength, he swung his broadsword, easily blocked the opponent's sword moves, and then backhanded the sword.

"It's too weak."

With a low groan from Griffith, the broadsword shattered the long sword that Viscount Hartmann had turned back to defend, and slashed off the opponent's entire upper body along a silver-white trajectory!

The battle lasted only a second, and Griffith walked away, leaving only half of Viscount Hartman's body and slowly falling. (To be continued.) )