After all, the Beran army is composed of large and small army leaders, and these army leaders may not be very capable, but at least they can manage their own people.

At this moment, some small army leaders have already organized a certain number of troops and restored basic order.

When they found out that this cavalry was coming, they began to form a formation and defend themselves.

If they were to hide on the sidelines, Luo Ming would simply bypass their array and not waste time with them.

But if they were in the middle of the road, then they couldn't help but say, the front row of cavalry directly raised their pistols to set fire to their leader, and even Luo Ming would shoot and snipe with his sword qi.

The one who can survive this round of blows is at least a sword master, but even a sword master will be frightened and choose to avoid the edge of this group of cavalry.

They are here to make war exploits and share the spoils, not to be martyrs, and it is impossible for them to resist for a few more seconds in front of the iron cavalry alone, and it is not worth it to shed blood and sacrifice for this.

The cavalry in the rear followed, charging with their rifles and sabers, and after losing their leader, dozens or hundreds of soldiers would become headless flies, quickly crumbling and scattering.

But that's just a slap in the grass and a rabbit – that's it.

Luo Ming's real target is not these little military leaders!

The camp in Beran had to provide a place for thousands of people to live, and each hundred people were separated from each other to prevent the spread of the disease and to connect them privately, which was actually quite methodical.

The camp also included a place for thousands of horses and a lot of baggage, and there were even makeshift blacksmith sheds and carpenter's sheds for mending ordnance, almost like a small town, but the high-speed cavalry quickly penetrated the outside of the barracks.

In the light of the lighthouse, and under the light of the fire, Luo Ming could see clearly. The mage regiments were still standing in place, trying to organize some spells.

Luo Ming also knew a little about spells now, and he could see at a glance that those spellcasters had stopped casting spells to appease the soldiers who were in chaos.

They had already sensed the incoming cavalry, and since they didn't have time to evacuate, they immediately began to prepare for battle!

In front of them, there were already many masters and hundreds of elite soldiers assembled, and their bodies were gradually attached to a heavy number of blessing spells, although they were flesh and blood, they also vaguely felt a bit of an iron wall.

"It's an elite. ”

Granty exclaimed, but her murderous intent was even stronger. Admiring the strength of the enemy only means facing up to the enemy's strength, and there is no conflict with the doomed death.

Luo Ming took the lead and directly swung out the sword of the little princes, and the crimson sword light flashed, directly blasting a gap in the tightly arranged array.

Even if it is really ironclad, it is impossible to block this sword without injury, not to mention these flesh and blood!

Next, Grant used her superb equestrian skills to make the war horse suddenly turn sideways, and she jumped up from the horse as soon as she turned over, shouted a shout, and turned into a shining sword light that broke directly through this gap!

Along the way, two soldiers were directly cut off half of their necks, and a sword master subconsciously raised his sword to block it, but he was beaten and flew out directly, and a huge wound appeared in his chest that was deep and visible to the bone.

If it weren't for the multiple spell blessings on his body, he might have died directly.

The sword light pierced the chest of another priest before landing in the middle of the mage group, revealing Granty's form.

At this moment, the bodies of several spellcasters flashed with the light of triggering spells, some immediately opened a shield, some harnessed the wind and retreated, and some flew backwards as if they were pulled by an invisible rope.

But after all, not all spellcasters can do it, and besides, even if they do, they may not be able to withstand Granty's blade.

With a sword in her hand, she pierced a mage with a shield next to her, and then turned around again, swung her sword and released sword qi, directly cutting the two guys who were rapidly retreating from a distance of five or six meters.

Although these spellcasters did not wear the heavy armor that hindered their spell casting, their robes themselves were also made of special craftsmanship, comparable to the best cloth armor, and it was not easy for ordinary knives and guns to pierce small holes, but at the moment they were as fragile as a piece of paper.

While the casters were doing their best to protect themselves, they immediately struck out and began to cast spells at Granty.

Most of them are experienced in warfare and know the fact that as a spellcaster with weak melee strength, no matter how much they strengthen their defenses, if they don't restrict the enemy's movements, they can still be dangerous.

Instead of lethal spells such as Fireball Wind Blade, Granty was initially shot at Grant, with spells such as Slowness, Paralysis, and Weakness, and someone attacking the ground beneath her feet, preparing to cast spells to turn it into a swamp.

But Grant didn't stand still, she immediately began to wander, not giving the mages a chance to concentrate on her.

Of course, there are a lot of spellcasters, and even if it's a covering blow, the blind cat can hit her many times when it hits the dead mouse, but the spell that hits her is also bounced off or negated by the light around her.

A mage's mind quickly flashed a thought: although the power of the spells they cast in a hurry was not strong, if it was just the sword master's body protection fighting qi that could not withstand so many spell bombardments, at least there would be obvious fluctuations, but now the light around Granty was still very stable.

His eyes widened suddenly, and when he recovered from this shock, he hurriedly shouted: "No, she is not a sword master, she is a real great sword master!"

In just a few moments, more than a dozen spellcasters had already died under the sword, and the casters were certainly panicking, and the people who had been protecting them also began to panic.

A few swordsmen and a group of high-ranking swordsmen gritted their teeth and told the rest of their companions to hold on, and then they turned back to chase Granty.

A sword master is just that, but the current situation is that a great sword master and a spellcaster are close to each other, and it is really a tiger into the flock. If she is left alone, and the mage group alone deals with her, she may be wiped out!

But can the rest of the people stop Luo Ming?

The shock cavalry charged directly with spears, taking advantage of the gap opened by Lormin and Granty successively, and rushed into the array of Berans.

Two dozen more hussars stopped their horses, loaded their pistols on horseback, and soon began firing - at close range, even the pistols were almost empty.

And Luo Ming even put his sword qi at will, slashing left and right - even if he had five times the reserves of an ordinary sword master, he couldn't last too long for such a wave.

But now many people have become ghosts under the sword and the horse's hooves, and the flames are burning brightly, becoming a continuous supplement.