At the junction of the two armies, the sword and sword shadows swirled like a meat grinder, mercilessly grinding one body after another, hot blood and minced meat splashed on the frozen soil, melting the ice, and being trampled into mud by the mounts, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

"Ahh Orcs must die! Old Barton roared, and no one could stop him. His anger turned into substance, splitting everything in his path, whether it was a blade, armor, a man, or a wolf, all of them were cut in half.

Both sides fought to the death and did not retreat, standing together, people squeezing knives, eye to eye. The mounts on both sides wrestled with each other, and their hooves could not stand on the mud at all, and they slipped step by step, and they could not take a single step.

The rear team of the orc wolf cavalry held the front team, and the formation became tighter and tighter, and in the end, the front team could not turn around at all, and could only howl miserably, being pushed by their comrades and hitting the sharp blade, watching the cold sword into their chest, and desperately sending out the final blow.

In terms of individual strength, the wolf cavalry is much weaker, and in terms of teamwork, they are even worse. Facing the tight and seamless sword formation of the Fallen Star Knights, they pounced on a row and fell down one by one, and a "corpse line" was quickly piled up at the place where the two sides were connected.

Moving forward is death, retreating is also death, and they are in a desperate situation, and they are finally crazy!

I don't know who started it. The wolf cavalry suddenly let out a cry of despair, and the whole formation pushed over like a mountain, ramming the sword soldiers of the Falling Star Knights with their chests. The front couldn't be opened, and the wolf cavalry in the back row simply abandoned the wolf, climbed on the head of his comrade-in-arms, and pounced in the air.

Several of them fight one, cut if they can, grab it with their hands if they can't cut it, and die if they hold it. Under such a frantic attack, the Fallen Star Knights, who had been as steady as a rock, finally began to suffer casualties. Fortunately, they have a reasonable lineup, and once there is a gap in the front team, the back team immediately fills it, and always maintains a complete attacking front.

The brutal strangulation continued, one, two, three, the knights who landed were trampled into pulp in the blink of an eye, and the mounts that had lost their masters retreated to the rear, and were taken over by female warriors to join the ranks of the knights. The Knights of the Falling Star, 108 knights, are always full.

Compared with the Falling Star Knights, the losses of the wolf cavalry are much heavier, and the orcs who have fallen into a state of half-madness cannot maintain a complete formation at all, they are like extra-large onions, which are cut and peeled layer by layer by the knights.

"Stupid!" Zavala slapped the railing fiercely and rebuked: "The second team of wolf cavalry immediately broke away and attacked from the flank, leading them in the direction of their attack!" ”

The order was immediately conveyed, and the wolf cavalry formation, which had already been reduced by more than 100 men, broke away from the battlefield and began to make a detour to the side.

"Not good!" Old Patton exclaimed, pulled his mount to a halt, and the whole team came to a halt.

The enemy's change of formation is equivalent to a point, and if he continues to move forward, it is equivalent to leaving the rear formation to the wolf riders on the flank.

The two teams parted in unison, and the remnants of the wolf cavalry gasped for breath, their tense heartstrings suddenly loosened, only to feel a burst of weakness, and they could no longer fight.

Although the fierce battle just now only lasted a few minutes, the intensity of the battle and the fierceness of the battle were unprecedented in their military careers. They never imagined that after leaving the main battlefield, they would encounter such a formidable opponent in a battle against bandits, and the situation just now is not an exaggeration to call it purgatory!

"My lord, we can't stop!" Little Jack shouted eagerly.

Old Patton didn't give any answer for the first time, just clenched his fists.

Seeing that Old Barton couldn't come up with an idea, Little Jack slammed the regimental flag in his hand, circled in place, suddenly broke away from the brigade, beat his horse and rushed to the wolf cavalry on the side, leaving only one sentence: "I'll stop them." ”

"I'll go too!" Another knight turned his horse's head and followed.

"Goodbye, everyone." An old knight smiled goodbye and chased after him, waving to the group.

"And me!" A young knight urged his mount to chase after him, but was grabbed by Old Patton.

Looking at the face in front of him that still had a hint of childishness, Old Barton's face was distorted and he shook his head: "Their people are enough." ”

"Enough?" The young knight was puzzled.

Old Barton gritted his teeth and roared, "Enough, the others will charge after me!" ”

The knights said no more, and began to form their ranks with pathos, ready to launch the next charge.

At this moment, a series of hurried horses' hooves suddenly sounded at the back of the queue, and another knight broke away from the formation and rushed out.

"Who dares to disobey military orders?!" Old Barton roared like madness.

"It's a female knight!" A knight pointed to the general and exclaimed.

The Knights of the Falling Star were originally all male, and this one was obviously automatically substituted just now?

"Oh my God! It was Ruth...... "Someone finally recognized who the female knight was, she was Jack's wife, and at the same time she was ......

"Come back, you're still carrying Jessica!" Old Barton was about to cry in a hurry, and little Jessica was only a few months old and was carrying Ruth behind her back.

Ruth was shocked when she heard this, and suddenly pulled off the strap on her chest, grabbed the swaddling clothes and threw them back hard, and then followed little Jack without looking back. The swaddling clothes floated high and fell towards the knights' formation, and the battlefield was silent.

On the other side, the frightened wolf cavalry looked at each other, and they were a little at a loss.

Poof!

A knight jumped to his feet, caught the swaddling clothes and fell to the ground, and after rolling for a week, quickly lifted the swaddling clothes to check it.

"Hehe, Jessica is fine, still asleep." The knight lifted his bloodied face and smirked at the crowd.

"Good!" Old Patton yelled with a crying voice: "Put me on the mount, let's kill all the enemies and rush out!"

Hula! In the sound of the collision of uniform armor leaves, the knights took their places, and the heavy sword in their hands was raised again, and the murderous spirit was even stronger!

The deflated wolf cavalry on the opposite side began to wince, and not only the riders, but even the fierce wolves let out a low whimper and began to retreat step by step.

On the watchtower, Zavala rubbed her swollen and aching temples and waved her hand weakly: "Let these wastes retreat on their own, don't break up the headhunter formation, and send a thousand reserves in the big camp to help." ”

Zavala didn't think that these people would be able to escape, and the reason why he had forced the wolf cavalry to resist them was only to completely defeat the Fallen Star Knights and win this battle with dignity. But now he found that this is really a very boring idea, fighting a war is only about winning and losing, what is wrong with it?

A thousand infantry, plus a thousand troll headhunters, a full two thousand elite soldiers. And the other party, counting women and children, is only about two hundred, and ten for one, they are also dead.

But is it really that simple?

The Knights of the Falling Star began to charge again, they were very tired, almost all of them were wounded, and there were hundreds of women and children behind them, and they couldn't rush at all. In front of them, there were wolf cavalry that began to retreat slowly, and as they retreated, two large phalanxes with a neat lineup were revealed little by little.

"We can't rush through......," Old Barton lamented bitterly in his heart, but his face was still expressionless.

The reality was cold in front of us, everyone knew it, but no one spoke, and everyone moved forward silently.

Where is the road but forward?

That's when the unexpected happened.

Suddenly, the earth behind him rumbled and shook, as if a god was striking the earth with a drumstick.

"It's Martha!"

"Martha is here!"

The knights who reacted were at first incredulous, and then began to cheer loudly.

Sure enough, the next moment, the orc infantry in the gap in the city wall fled like a tide, and a behemoth rushed out after him, it was the giant bear Martha!