There was less noise on the shield, and he moved it slightly to the left, then tilted his head to look ahead. The enemy's bow and arrow array was in sight, and they saw that their men were approaching, and they were about to retreat. He leaped upwards with all his might, then stood on the horse's back with his left foot in front and his right foot behind, his head and face covered by a shield.

Seeing this, the enemy hurriedly hurried spears at him, but he blocked them with his shields. The war horse made contact with him, and accelerated forward. Getting closer, he let out a loud shout and grabbed the sword in his backhand. The war horse under him suddenly fell to the ground, and he hurriedly stopped the momentum in the gallop, and then he took advantage of the horse's momentum and jumped out of the air in a sudden stop.

The shield in his left hand knocked the spear in the air into the air, and then the sword in his right hand went downward, aiming at an enemy soldier who was bending his bow and arrow, and stabbed it down with the inertia of his body. There was a muffled sound of "fluttering", like a boulder hitting the ground. The enemy below him was nailed to the ground by him, and a strange sound of "ho ho ho ho" came from his mouth.

He slowly stood up, drew his sword as well, and looked around coldly. There seemed to be a twinkle of fear in the empty eyes of the surrounding enemies, and there was a loud noise around him, and his teammates rushed towards him. His heart swelled with pride, and he rushed towards an enemy army in front of him. As he rushed into front of his enemy, he threw his shield in the face of his enemy.

With a muffled sound of "Peng", the enemy was knocked out by the shield, and a splash of blood was sprinkled in midair. Then he slashed his sword to the side, slashing an enemy into the face. The enemy woke up and attacked him with a whirl. But their weapons were rusty, and their attacks were undisciplined, so he easily blocked the enemy's attacks and then attacked with his backhand.

His sword and shield work together, as smooth as his own body. He was in the midst of this bow and arrow, like a tiger rushing into a flock. The enemy came in like a tidal wave, and then fell like mustard. He joined up with a few of his teammates, taking advantage of the moment to catch his breath and look ahead.

As far as the eye can see, on the plains, the array of black oppression stretches to both sides, and there seems to be no end in sight. They are as immovable as ink, immovable, deathly silent, but exuding an incomparably powerful sense of coercion. And these walking corpses in front of them are nothing more than cannon fodder sent by the enemy to consume their physical strength.

He took a deep breath, shouted and rushed forward, he had to deal with these enemies before the main enemy attacked! As more and more friendly forces converged, there were fewer and fewer enemies, and as he killed the last enemy, the first cannon fodder of the enemy army was all eliminated by them.

He stepped onto his horse and scanned the entire battlefield. The ground was full of stumps and severed arms of the enemy, and some of them were still squirming gently, which was really miserable. But there was no one on the ground who was his ally, which made him feel relieved in his sadness. He put his sword back into its sheath, then raised his hand and shouted, "Stand back, retreat, purge them!!" and rode to the outermost part of the enemy's army, turning his horse's head to face the city on his side.

Allies lined up beside him, then like him, holding the reins in their left hand and clenching their right hand into a fist with the palm up on their chest. He prayed silently in his heart, and then a golden light lit up on his armor, and then his horse also lit up with a golden light, and the light extended downwards to the horse's hooves. The golden light on the horse's hooves converged and became brighter and brighter, and then the horse's hooves lit up with golden flames.

The knights who stood side by side with him were all burning with golden flames on the hooves of their horses, which was spectacular and gorgeous. He waved the reins lightly, and the horses under him knew and galloped forward in small steps, while the knights who were next to him also waved the reins and marched forward with him.

Passing by the horse's hooves, the corpses of the enemy began to burn, and the burning flames were also golden. The golden flames burned extremely fast, and it didn't take long to incinerate the corpses of the enemy to the bone. The horse continued to move forward, a long golden flame dragging from under the horse's hooves, and when the flames were finished, only wisps of white smoke remained.

They were soon back under the walls, and they were the last in the column, and the rest of the knights had already assembled under the city. They all stopped in front of the friendly formation, and then he raised his hand and shouted loudly, "Turn the horse!!'s head!" The knights who were in a row quickly turned their horses with him, and then quickly lined up in a neat line.

Not far ahead, where they passed, the corpses of the enemy were still burning with golden flames. When the last wisps of golden flame burned out, he looked through the white smoke above the battlefield and looked at the enemy positions in the distance, and he found that the enemy army had finally begun to move. The huge formation, like ink and lead, wriggled forward like ants, seemingly slow, but in fact extremely fast.

The priests on the city walls were nervously and orderly blessing each knight, and the pure light shone on the knights, driving away their fatigue, cleansing the filth from their armor, and repairing their damaged armor and sword shields. Then, a light lit up on him, and for a moment, he felt his tiredness disappear without a trace. Then the stains of blood on his armor and sword and shield disappeared, and the armor damaged by the enemy's weapons was slightly repaired.

He felt a gaze on him on the wall, so he turned his head up to follow it. A stunningly beautiful girl was smiling at him from the edge of the city walls, her beloved, dressed in a beautiful magical robe, and holding a staff in her left hand that radiated a mysterious light that was shoulder-high with hers. She smiled lightly and raised her hand to cast a blessing on him.

He smiled at her, then turned to look at the enemy, his eyes resolute and resolute. The enemy army was nearer, and he looked up at the sky, which was gloomy and pressed against the city, as if grieving because of the war. This time the enemy army is not like the walking dead like just now, this is the regular army of the enemy army!

He stretched out his hand and shouted, "Knights, prepare for battle!! and then he clenched his right hand into a fist, pressed it to his chest, and recited the prayer in the most pious voice, and all the knights prayed with him. Dazzling golden light shone on each knight's body, their armor, swords, shields, and even the warhorses beneath them were gilded with a dazzling golden light.

And the light on him was stronger than everyone else, so strong that people didn't dare to look at it directly. If the other knights are like the stars in the sky, then he is the brightest star. Cheers rang out from the city walls, "The Knight Commander is so powerful!" "With the Knight Commander here, our city will never fall!" "We will follow the example of the Knight Commander and dedicate our strength to our homeland like him!" ......