"Boom!"

As if in an instant, the Governor of Langton could almost hear the sound of broken bones and screams, mixed with the collision of weapons, the thin layer of armor on the desert giants in the front row was instantly pierced, and the huge size seemed to have no advantage in front of the black horseman, and they were swept away without even shouting out, and fell under the iron hooves of their own side behind.

The team of desert giants with a height of more than three meters were killed six or seven in an instant, dumped like rice in a storm, which made the commander of Buxi have a feeling of scalp tingling, in order to capture these giants, they paid the lives of hundreds of soldiers, the ferocity and strength of the giants are obvious to all, but in front of the black knights, those strong strength and defense seem to have no room to play at all.

As the charge continued, the Desert Giant raised his heavy stick and swept it over, knocking the two black horsemen off their horses, only to be stabbed in the throat by Nok himself.

Crossing the human wall formed by the giants, the earth-shattering roar of the black cavalry drowned out the sprinting sound of the Buxi cavalry, and the moment the two sides came into contact, Buxi immediately realized that the combat power between them was not at the same level at all.

The cavalry of the first row fell under the iron hooves of the black cavalry like paper paste, followed by the second row and the third row, Buxi's eyes were red, he drew his long sword and rushed into the battle group, slashing left and right, the screams and armor colliding sounds from all around him made him unable to distinguish whether it was his own people or the enemy, but he knew very well that the combat power of the black cavalry was really as terrifying as rumored.

"Surround them, surround them!" someone shouted in the warband, the black horseman's sprint was too strong to let them run again: "The seventh team plugged the gap and surrounded them inside!"

The soldiers of the fortress of Pazon were very brave, even in the face of such a fierce black cavalry, they still maintained a strong fighting spirit, once the melee began, the advantage of the cavalry was no longer obvious, especially the heavily equipped heavy cavalry, their main way to kill was to use the power of the charge, if they could not charge, they were trapped in a cage.

But the fortress cavalry got one thing wrong, the reason why the black cavalry is famous on the continent is not only because of its strong sprint destructive power, but also because of the ability to fight alone, only because the former is too dazzling, which causes the latter to be less noticed.

Nock swung the spear in his hand, like a killing god in the crowd, and the slightest click of his arm could take the life of an enemy, even a person at the level of a cavalry squadron leader could not last more than three seconds under his men.

In just a few minutes, the cavalry of the fortress had been knocked down in large swaths, and the black cavalry swept through like a strong wind sweeping over a wheat field, leaving only the mess and wreckage all over the ground.

A large number of fortress cavalry and giants were trampled into pulp, and under the edge of the black cavalry, the originally orderly military column was torn apart by the impact, and both men and horses scattered in terror, and no one dared to face the charge of the black cavalry.

God, they are like demons in myths and legends, how can humans have such great power!

Nock pierced the cavalry with a spear, and his murderous aura almost broke through the sky, he looked at the governor of Langton at the head of the city, and pointed his bloody spear at Langton's throat with contempt, his intention was self-evident.

The black knight swept past the warband, and charged again, the night wind seemed to be in a hurry, and the golden lion banner on the head of the city was also hunting, and the governor of Langton was angry, and scolded at the soldiers beside him: "Why hasn't this banner been taken down yet?"

"Big ...... My lord, the flagpole is iron, and it keeps ...... chopping."

"Then burn it!"

"Yes!" the soldier did not dare to say more, picked up the torch from the brazier and walked towards the Golden Lion Banner.

Suddenly, the night sky resounded with the sound of breaking wind and screaming.

Governor Langton's pupils constricted, and a black dot widened in his vision, and his mind went blank until the soldiers waiting beside him threw him to the ground.

"Poof!"

As if a sac full of milk had been punctured, Governor Langton's neck stiffened and he looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw that the soldier who was about to light the golden lion flag was pierced in the chest by a spear, and blood was spilling from his mouth and nose, and he obviously couldn't survive.

Looking at this position, if I hadn't been pounced on just now, I'm afraid I'd be the one who died at this time!

Governor Langton, who realized this, broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

"My lord, the flag ......"

Langton hid in the blind spot of the city's sight and swallowed: "Forget it, just let it be stuck there......

......

The wind whistled in their ears, the horses neighed and roared, the sword light and blood were the main theme on the battlefield, and the black cavalry had already launched their second charge, and their whole body was wrapped in extremely defensive heavy armor, even if they were slashed by the enemy's sword, they were completely unaffected.

Even if the armor is broken by the spear, they will not be afraid at all, they seem to be born without fear and death, on the battlefield, they only know how to sprint, kill the enemy, and then continue to sprint, kill the enemy!

At the front of the line, Nok was the sharpest of the swords, cutting first into the camp of the fortress cavalry, as easily as a red-hot knife into a cake.

The heavy spear turned into the scythe of death in his hand.

Sketch, swing, stab!

Every time you make a move, you bring the shadow of death.

The black cavalry followed behind him, forming a herringbone front formation and pushing directly across the front.

Buxi had never fought such a battle, and under the advantage of his own number several times that of the enemy, he was completely suppressed, even if the opponent was the most fierce black horseman, such a rout was unacceptable to him.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people around him, he gritted his teeth and raised the long sword in his hand: "Gather with me, gather with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a spear flew past his scalp.

The battlefield was already covered with the corpses of the fortress cavalry, and the legion of Buxi was moving in the direction of collapse, and the offensive of the black cavalry was like a collapse, and no one could stop it.

And on what basis can you overcome them?

Looking at the battlefield, the huge plain in front of the fortress of Pazon has almost become the home of the black cavalry, and the black ghosts chase the fortress cavalry, disrupting their camp, and the fortress cavalry fleeing in a hurry, and even the courage to resist is scattered.

"The infantry are coming! Our infantry is coming!"

Suddenly there were cheers from the top of the city, and the infantry regiment in the fortress of Pazon finally arrived at the battlefield.