As the Bapti knight charged, Barrett and the others behind him also followed with their whips. The bard of Pen, Fun, www.biquge.info and Pavilion began to blow the horn of war, and the user of the spell added targeted spells to the assault force in the team, such as "Ox Power", "Aid", and "High Heroism", which were enough to sharpen the already sharp knife.

These spells are both collective and monolithic. After this period of fighting, the casters in the Ranger Regiment also basically grasped the general situation of their comrades. Enough for them to use the right spells against the right targets to maximize their combat effectiveness.

In fact, like Barrett, there were quite a few members of the Boreham Cavalry Regiment who didn't deserve to belong here before—such as a certain follower of Knight Bapti and his 'old friend'. Of course, it's different from Barrett, a guy who's heard the name beforehand, and doesn't see the head of the dragon at all. The rest of them had more or less dealt with the cavalry regiment, and if they hadn't cooperated, they had at least met in the territory.

However, because they deliberately concealed their existence at the beginning, the location where the Boreham Ranger Regiment was hiding was still a long way from the main battlefield. Therefore, there is still a period of time to wait for this group of new forces to officially join the battle.

Of course, the battle waited for no one, and by this time the fugitives who had slipped out of the city of Camplin had officially engaged the Lucian cavalry. Of course, the biggest movement was General Mikhail and the unknown knight from the city of Kamprin.

The heavy machete and the balanced broadsword dance a cold waltz in both hands. The Lucian knight who had previously hid in the city of Camprin, used weapons that were rare among knights, and usually only knight families who were more inclined to strength would make such a choice.

But the unknown knight in front of him doesn't feel like the kind of understanding that he can break through ten wills with one force. A heavy machete came into his hand, feeling more like wielding an ordinary long stick. It is also said that if the weightlifting is light, Barrett, who has attained some knowledge in this area, has always felt that it is not like it.

I saw that the machete brought out the silver light, and these silver lights were like a sparkling sea, rushing towards General Mikhail. In the face of such an attack, General Mikhail did not choose a similar way to defend himself. Instead, he clenched the broadsword in his hand and pointed at the path of the machete from time to time. And most of them are able to hit key points on the machete force. The combination of stillness and movement makes this dance music quite beautiful.

But it's different from the 'dance' of the two knights, which already looks like art. The battle between Lucia's soldiers and the fugitives was quite fierce. Hiding in the middle of the team, Rielly noticed that the first fireball technique was not working, and smashed the 'ball lightning' into the enemy's head.

But it's a pity that the Lucia riders are all at ease under the raging thunder - it's not like the fireball spell is absorbed by the opponent's protective spells. The thunder would still give Rielly's chosen target a burnt smell and straight hair, but it would have a very limited effect. It's like those riders can easily dodge the regional spells on horseback.

'Not a simple aura. There is an old man in Lucia, and the strength of their army has increased by at least 3%. Compared to the bewildered Rieley, Barrett, who knew something about it, still guessed something.

Even under the attack of the enemy knights, the general Mikhail used his aura to influence the army under his command while defending. And in Barrett's vision, there was a huge difference between the cavalry team in front of him and the slightly chaotic Lucia army before.

This time the team had already advanced and retreated in a certain way, and several soldiers in the vicinity spontaneously formed a small phalanx, and such a group and even organically integrated into the large formation - their cooperation with each other not only did not hinder each other, but had the effect of one plus one being greater than two. Therefore, even if the quality of individual soldiers was not as good as that of the inhabitants of Camplain who fled, they had the absolute upper hand at the beginning of the battle by virtue of their numerical superiority.

You must know that although Campelin City is only a small place, those families here still have some accumulation. At this moment of concern for life and death, under the trend of their desire to survive, it is quite amazing that the power that these families have accumulated for dozens or hundreds of years has exploded all at once.

The guards who fled with those families this time had a professional of the Red Iron rank almost every year. In addition, not all of their family members are soft-footed shrimp, and in terms of mid-to-high-end combat power alone, these families have no worse than the army defending the city. Even more advantageous in some respects. But even so, Lucia's cavalry was only able to parry, and if it weren't for the remarkable performance of the spellcasters in the team, the protection of those fugitives would have collapsed long ago.

Fortunately, before the ranks of the fugitives could collapse completely, the Ranger Regiment, led by the Bapti Knights, rushed into the chaotic battlefield like a torrent of steel.

The battle between the two had now begun, the roar of the battlefield piercing the air, and the deep voice contained infinite power. The soldiers who followed followed should have shouted in unison, as if greatly encouraged—this was the power of the Bapti Knights, and though the courageous roar was not as courage-inspiring as the high-ranking troubadours, there was a slight problem with its persistence. But on the battlefield, the two armies can win or lose in the blink of an eye.

The flickering cold light of the axe and spear drew a perfect arc in midair, and the tip and shaft of the spear bloomed in the air like a peacock opening its screen. The small axe clinging to the tip of the spear was as brilliant as an eye spot in a feather, but it was the most dangerous part at this time. The cavalry that was in the middle of its body took the middle point as the central axis, and its body was smoothly split in half. Blood spurted inexorably from the crack, and the internal organs flowed out along the gap!

The three cavalrymen at the front bore the brunt of the attack, and when they were swept away by this axe and spear, they flew out sideways. Immediately after that, the horse on which the Bapti knight sat down, and suddenly the man stood up under his control. With a whistling sound, the air waves and strong winds stirred up the air around it. The gust of wind swept up a large area of flying sand from the ground, causing the cavalry not far away to subconsciously squint their eyes.

Taking advantage of the moment when the battle formation of this group of Lucia cavalry appeared, the knight Bapti neighed on his seated horse, and forced a way out of the crowd for the latecomers.

Although there were still cavalry blocking the way, they were knocked to the ground on the spot by the horse that had already accelerated successfully. From the perspective of a bystander, it seems that this person has forcibly stepped out of the hedging cavalry formation!

Then the Lucia cavalry who had just come back to their senses happened to meet the smashing momentum of the 'Broken Peak' in Barrett's hand. When it comes to the power of smashing, although the heavy sword is not as good as a heavy weapon like a knife and axe, let alone a long weapon like an axe and a gun. But it's more flexible than the two.

Broken Peak is just a casual swing. Although the response required on the battlefield is not as many and complicated as there are technical attacks, some are only the most basic splits, hanging, flirting and other moves. But it was such a concise and clear sword technique, and under the traction of Barrett's tremendous power - no matter how many enemies in front of him came, they could only be hacked to death or shot away.

I saw that the two flails of the cavalry on the left and right sides had not yet approached after all, and this shrunken strike weapon could effectively deal with the heavy armor worn by the knights. But for Barrett, he only narrowed his eyes, and flicked the blade in his hand left and right, and the two flails were knocked away by his great force in the blink of an eye. Then he flicked his body, and the two horsemen turned over and fell off their horses.

Although Barrett's horse movements have never been known for their dexterity, dozens of them are thrown out in a short period of time, and the direction is uncertain, as if the sword blade barrier that covers the upper and lower parts of his body is his repertoire!

In the meantime, if an enemy came within 10 yards of him, he would have fled out with blood all over the place. The enemy in front of him was the most miserable, and he was hit by the impact of the horses with the great force of this Barrett, and each flew dozens of meters away on the spot.

―――――――― make up tomorrow――――――――

The most important thing now is to solve the problem, but I don't know if this situation has ever been encountered by the Vaal Knight before. Georgie thought as he touched his head with a headache. The situation that Georgie is encountering now is not clear to the Vaal Knights, and he still doesn't know! After all, the two have taken very different paths.

'Apparently, call Isador over and ask for it!' After all, there is no one who knows the doorway better than as Thunderbird himself. But let me restore myself to my best condition first, and besides, the most important sacrifice for Isardo is my mental power and physical aura. I can't seem to feed it in my current state! Feeling that the timing was wrong, Georgie lay back on the bed, ready to take a nap. Because he is preparing for the next ritual, it is necessary to ensure sufficient physical strength and energy.

As for whether he would dream like before, Georgie thought that he would not be able to do so tonight. I can't say why, but there's a feeling that tells Georgie that this won't happen again today. Although it was a feeling, Georgie believed that it was his own whim. In this idealistic world, it is not a mistake to believe that one's feelings go by one's feelings. In fact, Georgie has tried this in the past few times when he didn't know how to choose, and it went with his feelings. Later, I found that the probability of success of this approach in the end is quite high, otherwise now Georgie will not follow his feelings when he encounters something that is difficult for him to judge for a while.

In fact, just as Georgie had felt before, he didn't fall into a dream for the next hour or so of sleep. With more than an hour of supplemental sleep, and when he woke up, Georgie felt as if the previous dream had no effect on him at all.

In fact, with Georgie's current physique, not sleeping for three days and three nights may not necessarily affect his daily activities. Otherwise, if it were really during the war, there would have been no way to get enough rest time at that time. You can't discuss it with the enemy, it's too late for everyone to rest, and we'll start fighting again when we have enough spirits.

Perhaps night warfare was a rarity in ancient times before Georgie crossed over - ordinary soldiers at that time were basically suffering from night blindness due to lack of nutrition. At that time, there were only a few troops that could really participate in the night attack! That's why, although there were many classic battles of night raids on camps at that time, this practice was not common - it was far more difficult to raise soldiers than to train them!

However, in this world, the situation is much more complicated, not only some nocturnal creatures, but even ordinary people have the same night vision as the regular army in the 20th century. That is, if the opponent has enough manpower, it is not impossible to fight on the battlefield from morning to night in the form of wheel warfare. Therefore, the ability to continue fighting has become a necessary requirement.

But in fact, unless forced to do so, for now, Georgie will definitely allow himself to get enough sleep. This is because he is not able to replace sleep with other forms of rest. Sometimes the most primitive is the best. In order to ensure that he does not cause any hidden dangers in his future life, Georgie will never relax in this regard. As the so-called embankment of a thousand miles is destroyed in the anthill, it is always in mind to prevent the slightest thing.

The day's routine was largely the same in the past, but in order to free up enough time to prepare for the Calling Spirit, Georgie also sped up his pace in dealing with government affairs.

Georgie waved the parchment in his hand and said, "Yves, take this statement back and let the financial side check it again, and if possible, let them use it as a basis for the next month's budget statement." When you're done, bring it together. ”

"Yes, sir!" The young man, who was the herald, took the document handed over by Shangfeng and turned around to leave the office.

Looking at the document in front of him, Georgie frowned, inserted the quill in his hand back into the inkwell, and said loudly: "Yves, you asked Kettlewell to come over, there may be some problems with this plan." ”

"Yes, sir!" Hearing the instructions, the other party quickly turned around and left. (To be continued.) )