has escaped a considerable distance, and the war horses are already very tired, and many horses will definitely die if they continue to run.

Zagmer looked behind him, and the enemy had already opened a considerable distance before he led the whole army to stop and rest for a while.

Although the centaurs were tired and wanted to drink water, Zagmer did not allow it.

He had the horses rest more than 20 meters away from the river, even using whips to maintain discipline, and only then sent someone to fetch water with a helmet - almost none of them had water bladders.

In this way, it is basically guaranteed that no one will fall into the river and drown due to excessive fatigue, or fill a stomach with cold water on an empty stomach in the middle of the night.

The people of Belan usually marched and fought, and they would bring spare dry food with them, no matter how little it was, it was usually enough to eat one or two meals, but today they were originally attacked by night and then rushed to the battle, most of them did not bring anything to eat, hurriedly put on their clothes and armor, grabbed swords and guns, and joined the battle.

As a result, after they were led out of the camp, the camp was completely beaten to the point of collapse, and it was naturally impossible for them to return to the camp to get food.

As a result, there are now more than 80 riders around him, and only a few people have brought some dry food, which is not enough for all of them to eat half a meal.

If you drink a lot of water on an empty stomach like this, it is really easy to have an accident, and Zagmer, who has been in battle for a long time, still understands this truth very well.

At this moment, dozens of cavalry came one after another, and at first he was happy about it, but then the news brought by these cavalry made him panic again.

"My lord, we just saw a boat in the river, and it was so fast—like a racing carriage!" said the horseman in a loud voice.

Racing carriages—that thing didn't run much slower than cavalrymen," Zagmer hurriedly asked, "Is there only one boat that goes so fast?"

"Yes, I thought it was strange at the time, and I looked at it twice, just a boat!" said another horseman, lining up his chest and slapping his ticket.

"How many people can a ship carry and what do they want to do...... Wait, no!" Zagmer suddenly realized something, what if the Great Swordsman was also on the ship?

Although even if he is a great sword master, he should have almost exhausted his fighting energy after fighting for so long, but what if something happens?

"Quick, quick, get on the horse!" he shouted in a hurry.

"What's wrong?"

"Is there an enemy?" his men bounced like frightened birds, and were on the verge of frying.

"It's not there yet, but it's coming! Hurry up and get ready to go!" Zagmer was already on his horse at this moment, if he hadn't been worried about his last face, and if he had to bring some cavalry with him to ensure his safety, he might have really run away first.

One of his cronies was originally stabbed on the battlefield and had a big wound, but when he looked at him at this moment, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Master, please exchange helmets, armor and war horses with me!"

Zagmer was stunned for a moment, his face changing several times, and then he sighed as if he had suddenly aged ten years.

"I promise that your kid will become a knight, and I will marry my granddaughter to him!"

After exchanging horses, he hurriedly shaved off his beard with a knife, and his cronies happened to have a beard similar to his, and after he dressed himself neatly, and rode the good horse, which at first glance seemed to be almost him himself in the night.

Just this activity, the wound that had just been barely pierced by this cronie began to bleed again, and he knew that he had almost no chance of survival, but at this moment a sense of mission rose in his chest.

Since he couldn't escape, he exchanged this life for the good name of carrying out his loyalty and leaving one last care for his family.

Zagmer sneaked away with a handful of cronies first, and although he was moved for a moment by his cronies' standing up, it was only a few seconds, and then, he had no more energy to think about superfluous matters.

His cronies are not riding bad horses, but at the moment they are a strange horse to him, and they are just normal, but at this moment they have to run for their lives against time, which has made him have to concentrate on controlling it, and he can't make any mistakes.

......

A sword qi pierced through the iron armor, pierced into the flesh, and then directly split into several paths, spreading towards the surroundings.

Luo Ming used his sword qi to perform the trick of attacking the flower with idle wind, and found that it was also surprisingly good, the guy must have a mess in his body, and he snorted, and he didn't even have the strength to scream, so he fell directly from the horse.

Even though it was still night, Luo Ming could vaguely see that blood was almost spurting out of the wound.

On the other side, Granty swung his sword light and knocked the two off their horses in one go.

At this moment, no one in Belan dared to fight with the two of them, and even in order not to be targeted by them, they invariably began to disperse and escape.

If he escaped like this, Luo Ming was not a god after all, and he couldn't leave them all, so he could only quickly throw out a few more sword qi to kill the few people who were running slowly, and then stop there and no longer chase.

Anyway, although this is not his main purpose, it can be regarded as a convenient one, cuddling the grass and beating the rabbit.

Kill one, maybe you can leave a good horse, which is a godsend for Luo Ming, who has always been short of horses.

He approached the enemy general who had just been shot down by him, and another sword qi pierced directly into his vertebrae, making sure that nothing was wrong, and then he leaned closer, ready to cut off his head.

"No......" The moment he swung his sword and slashed his neck, he noticed that his hand felt abnormal.

Ordinary people and well-trained soldiers, soldiers and swordsmen are completely different in terms of muscle and bone strength, at least Luo Ming is keen enough to detect this difference.

Before, Luo Ming saw that he didn't use the Douqi shield, and thought that he was injured and exhausted, and he couldn't use it. Who knew this guy wasn't a swordsman at all!

He immediately condensed a high-concentration of Cangyan, approached the head, and carefully identified it.

It wasn't Zagmer at all, if it was daytime, he would be able to tell the difference from a few dozen meters away, and it was nighttime, although the bright moon was hanging high, but after all, the light was limited, which gave the other party such an opportunity.

"Tsk, I really got to bump into it. He wasn't too discouraged, but a very strange feeling welled up in his heart.

Stand-ins, substitutes for dead ghosts, and shadow warriors...... This kind of thing, he has only seen in the literary and artistic works of his previous life.

I didn't expect to let myself run into it today, and the other party made this move in order to escape from his face.