In front of them, the corpses of three hundred dark soldiers, and the corpses of two hundred noble soldiers, the liquid of blood, already cold and solidified, busy soldiers and tenants, stripped of their clothes and armor, and burned, yes, burned—deep into the dark zone, the corpses were traditionally burned and buried, in order to eliminate the encroachment of evil forces.

Fang Xin was very interested in this, in his cold gaze, he watched these busy figures, and the thirty personal guards scattered, faintly, in formation, which would prevent all possible attacks, and a little farther away, it was camping, three hundred and fifty people, about fifty killed, but what remained, they were all accustomed to collective fighting, and with the victory, their weapons and equipment were enriched.

A little farther away is a castle, which is a defensive fortress made of solid stone, surrounded by a stone wall, and protected by drawbridges and gates.

Arrows were fired from the circular turret, and trebuchets were desperately ramming against a city wall where nearly a thousand noble armies were located.

Fang Xin's eyes flickered, no one was looking directly into his eyes at this time, otherwise he would see contempt, coldness, and almost conceited confidence in his eyes, since the last time he was hit by the dark arrow, Fang Xin certainly understood the key, not only transferred back to the camp, but also used the reason that the camp was divided into troops to fight continuously, and the reason that he was not good at attacking the city, he was directly transferred down, and let the noble army attack this castle.

What if you borrow a knife to kill someone, what if you do it obviously? He is still the commander-in-chief, and his two big victories have stabilized his position, and the implementation of power has never relied on power rather than yin.

However, eight hundred dark soldiers were eliminated in the field, and the remnants of this castle were only one hundred soldiers, otherwise the noble army would not agree to attack the castle, so the battle of the castle was also coming to an end, and sure enough, there was not much time, a cavalry came, facing the cavalry rushing over, he calmly looked at it, estimating the casualties of the noble army.

"Sir, our army has broken through the castle!"

"How many casualties did our army have?"

"Our army suffered about one hundred and fifty casualties." The cavalry replied, "About a hundred dead in battle." ”

Fang Xin's eyes narrowed slightly, he had already obtained the most valuable information, when he set off, the noble army sent about 1,300 troops, 100 unnatural attrition in the field, two battles, another loss of 300, this time another 100, and now it is only about 800.

Of course, there are about 700 noble troops behind them, but unless they are cleaned and no one is left in the territory, there are about 300 at most that can be mobilized.

Three hundred against a thousand? Fang Xin estimated the proportion of the army, looked left and right, and did not see Master Isador Haggerty, and couldn't help but sneer: "Convey my order, the whole army enters the castle, and gathers in the square." ”

"Is it a summoning order?"

Knight Ike Bost was turning over and dismounting, removing his blood-stained armor from his body, and when he heard this order, he couldn't help but stop and look at Knight Imogen Bussey.

Seeing his eyes, Imogen Bussi let out a sneer and said, "Let's go over first and see what this savior has to say." ”

Imogen Bussey's reaction, Ike Bost is not surprised, the rule of the nobility is deep-rooted, as knights, in fact, few are promoted from the free people, most of them are noble family members or branch children, so they are actually core members, and they naturally understand the above meaning, or rather, at least partially.

Although this Hannett is indeed very powerful, it is not enough for them to betray the interests of the family.

"Almost every knight knows that now that the dark legion has lost 1,300 of its 2,000 people, the main force has been wiped out, and now is the time to attack while the victory is won, it seems that it doesn't matter whether there is this savior or not, I think our lord received the news and should be ready to set off."

"You have a point, so let's prepare!"

"Hannett Freedmen, Hannett Knights, Hannett Sirs, Hannett Savior, maybe we should call him Hannett Saints, shouldn't we? A great and martyred saint! Ike Bobst looked at his companion and said with a cruel smile, "It's a pity that my arrow didn't kill him last time!" His luck is really good. ”

"He is the martyr of fate, and we are the darlings of fate, and the gods will rain down on our enemies and deliver victory into our hands." Speaking of this, Imogen Bussey's eyes swept over: "But the last time you acted, it was a little too early, I think, all the lords, will not like your unauthorized actions, although I also want to kill this dominant guy." ”

"Oh, my friend, I always felt that this man should not be allowed to continue, of course, the lord's opinion is right, let's let him live a few more days!"

At this time, Clemency Kievos walked over, and both knights were silent and quickened their pace, the circle of knights was very small, so everyone's reaction and psychology basically understood that this middle-aged knight was very silent and didn't talk much, but his movements and eyes were equally sharp and sharp - his martial arts skills should not be underestimated, and he believed in Hannett very much, especially after winning consecutive victories.

Only knights who have been through a series of battles can understand the art of war, or the luck in it, which is not too fierce in battle.

Before you know it, the knights are also splitting into two camps.

When they arrived at the square, thousands of excited soldiers chattered loudly, they were excited by the victory.

On the high platform in the center, the knights who could go up were naturally the knights, and the knights were relatively silent, looking at each other, surrounded by a strange atmosphere.

The only four seats naturally belonged to the two big men and the two magicians, and the others could only stand on either side.

Suddenly, a loud horn sounded, and suddenly, almost every soldier immediately stood up straight and stopped talking, and sure enough, Fang Xin, who was wearing knight's armor, walked over, his body was stained with blood, but it shone dazzlingly in the sun.

And in the rear, thirty pro-soldiers followed closely behind.

"Now it's time for the Savior to come along." Fang Xin stepped up, Yu Ruyi shook violently, and his spiritual power expanded to the entire high platform, on the high platform, almost all the knights felt this extraordinary momentum in an instant, I don't know which knight, the first to bend down to salute, and the other knights also involuntarily bent down and bowed, as if facing the highest lord.

Fang Xin didn't look at the knight at all, his gaze swept over the audience, and the audience was suddenly silent.

"I'm sure you know that I came from a family of tenants, five generations of ancestors, my father, my grandfather, all died in the decent-year battle, when I was only ten years old, you can imagine the difficulties of my family at that time."

There was a commotion, and everyone was forced to reminisce about the painful past.

"The first time I experienced a battle, at the age of twenty, the Baron sent me to deliver orders, and I am sure you will remember that along the way, I single-handedly killed a dark knight, eliminated ten soldiers, and was able to canonize a cadet knight, and later, with three cavalry, wiped out the dark army that invaded a village."

"Sir, I am the survivor of the village back then, our whole village is grateful to you, without you, we wouldn't be alive now." Speaking of this, a soldier in the square bravely stepped forward.

Feeling that the merit was burning, turning into spiritual power to envelop the audience, pulling their emotions, Fang Xin's smiling opening, every word was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, making them feel shocked and afraid, and the awe aweed arose spontaneously from the bottom of their hearts, he opened his mouth and continued: "Although the war was won, it was not enough, why, we have to endure so much suffering, why, once in ten years, we have to endure pain and separation, why, our sons have to continue to die on the battlefield? ”