"Sir, I found the Busenrao gathering point ahead!" Lem came running from a distance and saluted Alma respectfully.

"Lead the way!" Alma nodded at her former friend.

Without much effort, more than a hundred knights of the seventeenth team stood in one place, facing off against the Busen people inside through a simple fence.

The gathering point was not large, only a few poor tents and a resting spot with haystacks. There weren't many Busen inside, and they hid inside, trembling, as if frightened by the sudden appearance of the knights.

The two sides have been fighting for hundreds of years, and there are some conventions and rules. Alma waved his hand without thinking, and immediately one of the knights jumped off his horse and walked towards the gathering point of Busenrao.

Approaching the rudimentary camp gates, a Busen warrior with a slender wooden stick in his hand stepped out. Battle-hardened warriors knew that a thin wooden stick was deadlier than a knight's great sword.

The young knight, looking a little timid, shouted in a bluff and raised his great sword in the air, intending to split the enemy in half from head to toe.

Several of the older knights were shocked by Young Rao's reckless behavior and wanted to loudly warn him of it, but it was too late.

The warrior was probably a seasoned veteran, and the moment the knight raised his sword in the air, he lunged forward, and the slender wooden stick stabbed the knight in the eye accurately.

The young knight screamed and rolled to the ground. The Busen warriors did not take advantage of the opportunity to pursue, but quickly returned to their positions as if nothing had happened, or tried to keep the knights out of the camp on their own.

The young knight ran back with his eyes covered, and someone took out a pair of blindfolds and tied them neatly to his head.

There was no one to comfort or boost morale, because the battle was just an appetizer before the war.

Lem looked up at the expressionless Alma and shouted, "Next!" ”

"I'm coming!" Another older knight came out with a spear and exclaimed, "I'd like to see if it's my big guns or these beasts' sticks!" ”

There was a burst of laughter all around, and being able to joke lightly before the battle made Ming, a middle-aged knight, extremely confident in his strength.

His performance was indeed much more stable than that of the previous young man, and as soon as he entered the field, he swung his spear and pressed towards the Busen warriors.

The Busen warrior's figure flashed, and he wanted to repeat his old tricks. The middle-aged knight roared, and the spear danced violently with several spear flowers, forcing the Busen warrior back.

The middle-aged knight let out a loud shout, and his whole momentum increased a few points, and he pressed forward step by step while waving the spear in his hand vigorously.

Behind him was the gate of the camp, and the Busen warrior could not retreat, and began to move quickly around the middle-aged knight, testing the middle-aged knight's defense with a wooden stick from time to time.

There was a crisp sound of sticks clashing, and the two sides were inseparable.

"Well done!" Someone exclaimed.

"Incredible! The marksmanship is actually more flexible than the Busen stick method. ”

"It's not a way to go on like this! A large gun is much more laborious to wield than a wooden stick. ”

The knights gathered around Alma chattered.

While everyone was arguing fiercely, Alma had already sensed the panic in the middle-aged knight's heart, and as the clanging of weapons grew faster and faster, the panic grew stronger.

"I'm going to lose!" Alma frowned and spoke in displeasure.

The next moment, the middle-aged knight shook out the spear in his hand, pulled his legs and fled to the knights' ranks.

It's a pity that his speed is far inferior to the Busen warrior behind him, and everyone only feels that the Busen warrior has chased behind the middle-aged knight.

"Heart!" Someone shouted a reminder. Almost at the same time, the wooden stick in the Busen warrior's hand struck out like lightning, inserting it from the back of the middle-aged knight and piercing through his chest.

"No, no...... Don't kill me! Help, help! The middle-aged knight clutched the stick through his chest with one hand and pleaded loudly, and with the other hand he desperately stretched out towards Alma, a far cry from his previous fighting spirit.

The Busen warrior showed no mercy, pulling out his stick and kicking the middle-aged knight to the ground, returning to his original position once again.

The crowd behind Alma stirred, and some shouted heartbreakingly, as if eager to rush forward to avenge their companions.

"Rubbish!" Alma snorted coldly and said to herself, "Next!" ”

"I'm coming!" Another young man walked out, his eyes glinting with hatred.

"Stand down, you're no match for him!" Alma Dao.

"No, I'm going to kill that brute with my own hands and avenge the warrior who just died! Avenge my father! "Young soil.

Alma laughed: "Very good, young man, with affection, righteousness and courage, if you are lucky enough to pass this level, I will teach you personally!" ”

"Thank you, sir!" The young man saluted respectfully, and dragged his spear forward with the air of a general.

This time, the young man danced with a spear and held on longer than the previous two knights. What's even more commendable is that he actually became more and more courageous, from desperate defense at the beginning to taking the initiative.

To the cheers of the knights, Alma nodded in satisfaction, thinking that she had finally found a malleable talent. "What's his name?!" Alma asked Lem beside him.

"Hejiang..."Lem was about to reply, but his eyes suddenly shrank, and he cried out, "Not good! ”

When Alma turned his head, he saw the young knight, covered in mud, covering his eyes with one arm and wielding his spear with the other. He was whipped up with a handful of sand by the Busen warriors.

The Bussen warrior struck a successful attack, quickly stepped forward and knocked out the spear in his hand, and with a few miserable roars, the young knight went with his father to the Yellow Springs.

"Despicable fellow!" Alma finally got angry, clenching her fists tightly. Due to the rules of both sides, he couldn't make a move at will, and still gritted his teeth and shouted: "Next!" ”

After waiting for a few breaths, and no knight stepped forward, Alma raised her voice again: "Did someone slaughter that beast for me?" ”

"Your Excellency...... Lem reminded. It's not good to be a teacher today, otherwise it's here, right? ”

"Didn't anyone take the initiative to ask for help?" Alma laughed angrily. "In that case...... Just change to Lime and you go! ”

"My lord! I've just joined the Knights, so I haven't learned much yet! Lem was almost frightened and immediately waved his hand to refuse.

"Rice bucket, you only have to obey orders now, where did you get so much nonsense?" Alma's eyes flashed with a grim glow.

The knights, grieving at the death of their three companions, were now shocked by Alma's ruthlessness and strength, and the whole team was completely enveloped in depression and grief

Lem trembled even more, and did not dare to say anything more, trembling and walked towards the Busen warrior opposite.