"Oh no, hurry up and join forces with Lord Sergen to help Lord Overseer." After listening to the scout's narration, the little cub's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly asked the scout to lead the way.

He knew very well the combat power of the Fallen Star Knights, if they wanted to chase Tudor, Serkin would definitely not be able to keep it, but not only did they not go back to defend the Bela Valley, but pursued Serkin so far away, which could only show one thing - the Bela Valley had already prepared.

At this time, he didn't care about the Falling Star Guardian Regiment that was biting behind, and rushed all the way, and finally met Serkin's remnants half an hour later. After a midnight pursuit, the Crusaders led by Sergein were left with only about 500 men, which was completely disabled.

After the two sides joined forces, they immediately turned to the north and burst out of the gap. Following the two groups, the Knights of the Falling Star and the Guardian Regiment finally met.

Looking at the tired ghost-like Falling Star Guardian Regiment, Old Patton immediately blocked them in a horizontal formation and took over their combat position.

"You guys, you can't fight anymore!" Old Patton held his knife sideways and shouted loudly, as if it were not a comrade-in-arms, but an enemy preparing to break into battle.

Looking through military history, there has never been an army that has fought so long in a row, and this is no longer something that human beings can do. Not to mention physical strength, the high tension for such a long time alone is enough to make people collapse.

In fact, in the minds of military experts, it is impossible for elite troops to continue fierce fighting for more than three hours. And how long did they keep fighting? So long that they have no concept of time themselves.

This incredible strangulation battle is a mystery, no one knows what made them survive, but they survived after all, and as a result, the Falling Star Guardian Regiment became famous all over the world and was given the title - the unbreakable Iron Army!

"Rest, warriors." Faced with more than 200 people who were motionless and ghostly on their mounts, Old Patton cried out with a crying voice: "Please......"

Seeing it in his eyes, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and sob.

Poof.

One of the guard knights fell off his horse and lay motionless on the mud floor, and the knight of the falling star beside him was startled, and hurriedly dismounted and rushed over to help him check.

"He's fine, he's asleep......" said the knight, looking up blankly.

Followed by......

Puff, puff, puff......

One by one, the knights of the guards planted their mounts like straws blown down by the wind, and lay down in the mud to sleep, and there was no reaction to the pouring rain on them.

Youyou hurriedly turned over and dismounted, checked them one by one, the healing light of his palms continued to flicker, and he said without raising his head: "You guys go to fight, I'll take care of them."

Old Barton gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice: "Follow me, immediately catch up and fight, don't let them rest for a minute!"

"Yes!" The Falling Star Knights collectively mounted their horses, instantly gathered into an attack array, the war horses neighed, and the 300 knights chased after them with high morale.

The enemy army is already tired, and the Knights of the Fallen Star have a neat lineup and full of horsepower, and this pursuit battle will be even more fierce!

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At dawn, the exhausted Tudor finally led his troops to the front of the Valle de Beira, and what appeared before him was an unbelievable picture.

There is a 7-meter-wide chasm in front of it, full of water, and on the opposite side of the chasm are planted tens of thousands of thick logs, 3 meters high, densely packed into the mouth of the valley. Behind the log formation, a huge fortress wall rose from the ground, and countless people were busy on the construction site, unresponsive to the arrival of this large army.

"Rest in place." Tudor gave a deep order, and more than 1,300 cavalrymen lined up their mounts, took out dry food from their arms, and began to eat them.

Tudor was also tired, but he didn't bother to rest, and walked to the edge of the chasm to take a closer look, which was a strange scene, completely beyond his imagination.

A large defense facility is apparently being built here, and it looks like it should be a fully functional fortress, and it will take at least half a month to complete the infrastructure at this level. But their own army has been overwhelmed, why don't these workers run? Not even the least panic?

Is it because of these logs?

Tudor again focused on the dense log formation.

But from his knowledge, no matter how you look at it, these are just the most ordinary logs, except for the thicker ones.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his face changed suddenly, and he turned back to his side and ran and shouted, "Get on your mount and retreat!"

The crusaders had just stuffed the dry food into their mouths, and before they could chew and swallow it, they heard the order and subconsciously bit the scones with their mouths and climbed up the velociraptors.

Before they could run, the log formation really changed, and I saw thousands of people flashing out of the "hulala" behind the logs, wearing neat and clean blue uniforms, and the bows and arrows in their hands had already opened into a full moon, shooting at the cavalry array.

Whoa!

Thousands of arrows were fired, and at such a close distance, they couldn't even fly out of the parabola, and plunged headlong into the chaotic cavalry cluster, and immediately fell in a large area. The rest of the cavalry hurriedly urged the mounts to retreat, and at the same time fired back with bows,

Tuk tuk tuk.

The arrows that returned fire were all nailed to the logs, and the soldiers simply turned around and dodged back behind the logs, and none of them hit.

They flashed out again, pulled out the arrows nailed to the logs, put them on the bows, and shot them back.

The Crusaders fled in a hurry, and did not stop until they were more than 200 meters away, and when they looked back, they left behind the wounded and lay on the ground struggling and wailing. The soldiers dressed in blue stood up without hesitation this time, firing their bows and killing the wounded on the ground one by one.

This battle is a battle to the death, and no one will leave prisoners.

"My lord, help me!" The wounded who did not die stretched out their hands to their comrades and cried for help. No matter how brave a soldier is, they are no exception, and the battle was more difficult than you can imagine, and their spirit has been exhausted all the way here.

The fleeing Crusaders looked at each other, and finally all eyes were on Tudor, who was grim and silent, his hands clutching the reins.

He didn't expect that there was still an army in the Bella Valley, and he had also set up this strange formation. This stake formation looked like roads everywhere, but the cavalry couldn't rush up at all, and it was not even easy to turn around, and the cavalry that had lost its mobility was inferior to the infantry.

Now there are still cavalry in their early thousands, are they all touching in as infantry? But even if you kill it, how many are left? Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even a third-order warrior himself, it is difficult to survive under so many arrows.

"Retreat a kilometer back and camp and wait for reinforcements." Tudor coldly gave the order and declared the raid a complete failure.

The screams from behind continued to be heard, the crusaders retreated silently, everyone lowered their heads, no one dared to look back, the atmosphere was suffocating, and the pride of coming was gone.

"I can't take it anymore!" One of the troll soldiers suddenly collapsed, thumped his thigh, covered his face and began to cry.

The next moment, he turned his mount, drew his scimitar and rushed towards the Bella Valley regardless of it, and it took his comrades around him to react for a long time and hurriedly chased after him. But after chasing for a short time, the cavalryman had been shot into a hedgehog, and fell weakly, and the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground.

"Give me all back." Tudor roared loudly, driving away the soldiers who had reached the bottom of the valley and cheering them up, "We have 10,000 more troops, and we will come soon, and when the time comes, we will turn this place into red ground!" ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden "buzzing" sound in the air, and the crusaders followed the sound, only to see a sword light flying over the mouth of the valley and towards this side.