Chapter 118

Fifteen kilometers south of the Night Canyon, by a small stream, a team was walking along the rocks between the river beach and the valley.

Since breaking through the town of Whitewater, Adolf's Lulian army, under Percy's guidance, burrowed into the mountains, shook off the pursuers behind them in a few roundabouts, and headed straight for the Night Canyon.

This was completely unexpected.

The Snow Wolf Knights were in charge of the north, and the Fallen Rock Knights were in charge of the northeast, and a large-scale search was launched. Even several of the main forces of Ferret heading to the fjords were ordered to temporarily stay in place to assist in the search, as their route was likely to be Adolf's return to the city of Muni.

No one expected that the Solan army would head for the night canyon farther away.

The generals of Philip carefully analyzed it.

The Solan people's sneak attack on Baron Cohen's castle and the tactics of diverting the Knights of the Polish Mountain were indeed unexpected, and even made them feel like they were being played. However, this qiē happened at the same time as Fireth attacked the fjord.

This means that, at least at the time of departure, the force that attacked Baron Cohen did not know about the plan of the Frederick army to attack the fjord. And Adolf, who has been besieged, is even more unlikely to know.

Coupled with the fact that they were far behind enemy lines and had no fixed stationing place, the Falcon could not find them accurately. Therefore, all they knew was the big pocket that the Phillips Army had arranged with the Night Canyon as the center!

Without knowing that this pocket was already enveloping the fjord, they would not dare to burrow into the pocket, even if they were a bunch of idiots. Therefore, in the judgment of the generals of Philae, Adolf's only way to go was to bypass the mountains and go northeast. Back to the city of Munny.

And this will fall right into the big net of the Filies.

Therefore, although Adolf's whereabouts were lost, everyone in the Phillips was not in a hurry. It seemed to them that it was only a matter of time before Adolf ran head-on.

Until I searched the northern mountains, I didn't find even a trace of Adolf. The generals of the Snow Wolf Knights and the Fallen Stone Knights finally realized that something was wrong.

Adolf did not go northeast. They're heading west!

When this judgment was made, the generals of the two knights were panicked. Hurriedly waved his army to the west to catch up.

However, by this time, the army led by Percy and Adolf had already jumped out of their encirclement. It is only fifteen kilometers away from the Night Canyon.

When he saw Percy and several bandit knights riding from the front of the group, Adolf restrained his horse.

"Mr. Percy," Adolf asked. "How?"

"Your Highness," Percy said, "please come with me." ”

Soon, Adolf and Percy were up a ridge to a high place.

The corners of the cliffs on the top of the mountain, as the footsteps of the war horses slowly descended, and the vast land appeared in front of Adolf's eyes.

It was Night Canyon.

It was also a magnificent scene of war!

I saw only the northern end of the canyon. Thousands of Solan soldiers are fighting against the Firean army. The infantry phalanx strode forward. The cavalry cluster was like a herd of migrating takin, roaring and rushing in black. Even from a distance, Adolf could feel the tragic aura that came to his face.

"It's Fano!" Adolf's eyes flushed.

"Yes, Your Highness, we have arrived. Percy pointed to a small hill ahead, "Just go around that mountain." We'll be able to appear behind Fried. ”

He turned his head, looked Adolf in the eye, and said word by word, "We can deal a fatal blow to Freyle!"

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It's getting dark, it's almost dusk.

On a long battle front, soldiers on both sides fought in the light of the setting sun. Burning flags. Horse-drawn carriages and trees are like piles of bonfires, and when viewed from the air, they are dotted with smoke billowing out.

In the rear, a large number of troops are moving. The soldiers, who were lying in their clothes, were woken up from the mud, dressed in dirty clothes, unkempt, and pulled their food into their mouths three or two times, and then took up their weapons and marched forward.

On both sides of the road were the corpses of soldiers on both sides. Rolled swords, shattered shields, and various fragments were scattered all over the ground. The companions walking around him also changed one stubble after another. Several battalions have their numbers erased. Cavalry or infantry, as long as they were alive and could breathe, they merged together and continued to fight.

The biggest battle since the outbreak of the Lulian War has entered a fever pitch.

Centered on the plain in front of the night canyon, the two sides fought on every inch of land within a radius of tens of kilometers.

After a tug-of-war in the early stage, as an infantry phalanx of Solan's army appeared at the throat position behind the enemy's formation, the stalemate began to tilt towards Solan's side.

Karenich, who commanded the battle, did not hesitate to commit four thousand-man cavalry battalions and a knightly order. Together with the infantry phalanx, like a huge grinding plate, it shattered the three infantry phalanxes of the Ferrets, and advanced the central front by three kilometers.

The plain in front of the night canyon is not very wide. These three kilometers greatly compressed the depth of the middle road of the Phillips Army, confined it to an area where the entrance to the canyon was not wide. As a result, its world-famous cavalry units and its best tactics of large-scale interspersing and detouring have no room to be used.

After that, Karenic took his aggressive and aggressive conducting style to the extreme.

He continued to oppress strongly in the middle of the infantry phalanx, and with a strong knightly force composed of 400 knights on the left and right, he cut off the connection between the middle army of Feilie and the left and right flanks, and at the same time, sent cavalry clusters to rush to the left and right flanks along the three-kilometer-wide passage, and cooperated with the Momiji Knights on the left flank and the 12th legion on the right flank.

After four prayer hours, the left wing was the first to get the results.

The cavalry group in the center, before the enemy on the left flank retreated, attacked the opponent's flank. Crushed two infantry battalions and one cavalry battalion. And the Red Leaf Knights on the front saw the opportunity to swing their troops straight in, like a sharp sword, directly penetrating the formation of the Philip Army. Together with the Solan cavalry on the flanks, they successfully implemented a strategic division of the Firean army.

The battle was fought until dark, and the Filiet army suffered heavy losses. The commander of his left flank had to adopt the strategy of breaking the wrist of a strong man, leaving behind a full two-fifths of his forces, and retreating in panic, trying to get closer to the middle canyon.

But. His opponents are the Knights of the Red Leaves, the most elite of the Solan Empire, and Karenich, the Iron Gate of the Dragon Gate, who has always believed in the elimination of everything.

In the battle that followed, Karenic ordered the Momiji Knights to come out.

Two of the most elite brigades of long knights, one on the left and one on the right, attacked the retreating Frey's left flank at a distance of four kilometers from east to west. This time, Karenic even sent a thirty-man magic squadron led by a Sun Magister.

For the demoralized Philip Left Wing troops. It was a fatal blow.

The retreat queue, which was originally quite orderly, quickly broke up. A large number of Fijian soldiers fled into the mountains and forests, and the rest were either cut down to the ground or kneeling down and surrendering with their hands raised. All sorts of supplies and weapons were lost. Even the Commander-in-Chief Guard was scattered.

The rout on the left flank quickly spread to the center of the Phillips army.

And before the Firetes could sort out the confusion, another battle report came from the right flank. The Twelfth Corps defeated the forces of Feret on the right flank in almost the same way. Although the right flank held its ground, it retreated from the center and the left flank. Now the right wing has become a lone force in the front.

A large number of Fijian martyrs are pouring into the vast battlefield on the right flank. They made their way through the jungle, over the hills, and along the corpse-strewn battlefield, in a circuitous pursuit of the depths.

Under these circumstances, the lieutenant commander of the battle, Torres, overrode the crowd and ordered the whole army to shrink in the direction of the Night Canyon. He tried to use the canyon as a backing to form a huge fan-shaped defensive surface. Hold the Firetes in tow.

In the case of disadvantage, concentrate your forces at the entrance to the Night Canyon. Not a good idea.

Not to mention anything else, the faint entrance to the narrow canyon is not conducive to the retreat of the Phillips army. Once defeated, the defeated soldiers, who have lost their minds, will turn this narrow entrance into a hell of trampling and killing each other.

Still, Torris is well aware. The center of this war is not the night gorge, but the fjord. own tasks. It's just a matter of pinning down the opponent here.

The narrow terrain at the entrance to the Night Canyon will greatly increase the difficulty of the Solan army's attack.

There is not a week for the Solan people to think of taking a step beyond the thunder pool!

Torris's tactics worked.

The dense contraction defense made the attacking Solan army have nothing to do. The war has once again entered a phase of stalemate.

Karenic tried to lure his opponent out at one point, but. The Phillips are very cunning and will not be fooled. Not only that, in order to prevent the Solan army from opening the gap from the flank, they also placed the only two remaining knights in their hands on the left and right wings.

The two knights did nothing but charge at any cost when the Solan army attacked the flank. Assist the infantry to hold steady on both flanks.

In this way, although the Solan army has an advantage in strength, it can only directly attack an area less than a kilometer wide in front.

In a way, this is a replica of Adolf's defense of the camel pass.

It's just that the roles of the two sides have been reversed.

Under Solan Shuai, Karenich's complexion is like iron, and his deep eyes reflect the changing battlefield.

In front of them, thousands of soldiers fought on the plain.

A long-haired, burly Solan soldier slashed wildly with his axe until his opponent's shield cracked, his arm was split, his chest was split, and hot blood splattered his face.

Nearby, a Solan cavalryman fell from a galloping horse.

His back slammed into the dirt, sending up a cloud of dust. Before he could get up, one of the Fei martyrs pounced viciously and slashed his saber into his chest.

Solan's cavalry eyes widened with rage, and blood continued to bubble out of his mouth. He grabbed the hilt of the knife with one hand and the other's neck with the other. But life and strength were being lost in his body.

And at this time, more cavalry galloped in.

In an instant, Solan's cavalry was swept under the horse's hooves like a rag sack. And the Fiji martyr did not dodge, and was drowned out in the screams.

The blood greasy stained the horse's fur and flowed on the dry ground, turning the dirt into black and red mud.

The soldiers in front fell, and the troops behind rushed again. The Solan Army was like wave after wave, constantly lapping against the arc defense line of the Philip Army.

However, no matter how fierce the attack, they could not break through the impregnable defenses of the Firek army.

It is often only a gap that has been broken in front, and before the Solan army can take the opportunity to expand its advantage. The Fiji martyrs pounced on them like a pack of red-eyed wolves and plugged the gap.

In the entire ten prayer hours, more than 8,000 Solan soldiers have died here.

"General Karenich," said the dusty Fano, galloping to Karenich's side, "the enemy's shell is too hard. We're afraid we'll have to take a break. The fighters are exhausted. ”

Karenich remained motionless like a statue.

Finally. The offensive of the Solan army was shattered like a wave crashing on a reef.

The attacking soldiers retreated.

In the center of the vast battlefield, a gap was exposed. The ground was littered with the bodies and weapons of soldiers on both sides.

The officers were yelling loudly, straightening the ranks. The troops behind were moving rapidly. The soldiers, who were in charge of the next wave of the attack, were heading to the sortie position.

And the same is true of the Phillips army on the other side.

The well-stocked troops were brought up to replace the front-line troops who had just fought fiercely. The cavalrymen formed a formation in the rear, clearing the way for the sortie. The infantry lined up in a dense formation in front. The long stabbing rifle was placed on the ground, and when the battle began, it stood at an angle of forty-five degrees, forming a forest of guns.

"Can't stop. Karenic gritted his teeth, "We're tired, and Friedos is even more tired." Now is the time to fight for the will, and whoever can't hold it first will lose this war. ”

With that, Karenic turned around and exclaimed, "Philip!"

"Yes, General!" said Philip.

This young leader of the Momiji Knights. The Phillips had been driven from the left flank to this point, and the troops under his command had only rested for two prayer hours. But. Of the cards available to Karenich, they were the last one.

"See where?" Karenich gestured to the junction of the Ferri infantry and the Knights on the right flank.

Philip looked intently, and soon he realized what Karenic wanted to see for himself.

In the arc line of the Fireth Army, the formation of the central infantry was very dense. The left and right flanks are protected by cavalry clusters. Moreover. Behind the cavalry cluster, they also stationed two knightly orders, one on the left and one on the right. Responsible for attacking Solan's attack troops at critical moments and stabilizing their positions.

It's a tough battle without any bells.

Tens of thousands of soldiers on both sides are concentrated in this narrow area, and no amount of elaborate tactics can be used. And the Knight Cluster is proud of its impact. It is also very limited because of the topography.

Once in a dense warband, the swarming of enemies will cause the knights to lose their speed. A knight without speed is like a tin can.

Although trying to open these cans, the enemy will pay a great price. But, in terms of value, one knight for a hundred infantry is also a loss-making business!

Therefore, when the battle developed to the stage of the battle, Karenic rarely used Solan's knights.

He was taking advantage of Solan's military superiority to constantly strangle the line of the Ferrets. With a one-to-one casualty ratio, the Feret army, which was at a disadvantage, was pressed, so that they had fewer and fewer troops at their disposal, and the soldiers became more and more tired.

And with the several assaults of the Solan cavalry clusters on both wings, the knights of the other side have also been dispatched five times.

While Karenic pointed his finger in that direction, the knights on the right flank of the Phillips had just completed a sortie and turned back to the rear.

Perhaps it was tiredness, or perhaps it was the relaxation of Solan's offensive after it had been repulsed, and there was a not-so-obvious disconnect between the knights and the nearby cluster of infantry.

If he can cross a distance of two kilometers in an instant, then Philip can completely follow this passage and cut into the opponent's formation to complete a penetration.

However, this is just a thought.

He didn't have the ability to teleport an entire team of knights there.

"They're tired," Karenic said, "and in a moment, you'll lead a brigade of two Momiji Knights to the middle. Hidden behind the line. I'll launch a strong assault on the right flank, and when this wave of offensive is over and the opposing knights turn around......."

He stared at Philip, "You understand what you have to do, right?"

"Understood, General. Philip said solemnly.

"Our casualties are high, and the fighters have been fighting continuously, and they can't hold out. Most of the reserves in my hands have already been thrown in," Karenich said sternly, "which means that this is our last. And the only chance. If I miss this opportunity, I can only order to stop the attack. By the time we get back on our feet, maybe it doesn't matter if we win or lose. ”

Karenich's words, let Philip, Fano and the generals around him. My heart is very heavy.

They knew that to be able to force the Firetes to such a point, Karenic had done everything in his power. If the Solan army can't take advantage of this opportunity, then it will take more time to win this battle.

It's like climbing a mountain, giving up before reaching the top and going back to the bottom of the mountain to start over will be a heavy blow to morale.

What's more, this force doesn't have that much time left.

No one knows how long Archduke Adolf will be able to hold out. If the camel pass is captured, then. Even if you open up the Night Canyon, it will be a fiasco.

At that time, the province of Lulian will be erased from the territory of the Solan Empire.

After a deep look at Karenic, Philip saluted and turned away. On the silent hills, only Lulian's firebee banner hunted in the wind.

Half a prayer hour later. Solan's army pressed up again in the middle.

Last Stand!

"Kill!" all the soldiers rushed up with red eyes. I only saw the battlefield one kilometer wide in front of me, and the soldiers on both sides were like overturned beans. Mixed together. Swords and axes rise and fall in the air. Each time it fell, there was a scream, splashing bright red blood.

On the right flank, Karenich threw three long knightly brigades of the XII Corps and more than four thousand cavalry.

On the vast plains, they formed a spindle-shaped charging formation. The earth retreated rapidly under the tumbling hooves of the horses, and the bodies of the knights rose and fell as the horses galloped at high speed. The sound of rumbling horses' hooves. It's like a flood that rushes out of a floodgate and hits a river.

The Phillips also quickly threw in their own cavalry. The Knights of the Pressed Formation also followed.

The two sides walked in the same direction.

"Flat guns!"

With the roar of the officers on both sides at the same time in the last thirty meters. The two cavalry collided violently like two galloping rhinoceros. A wave of terror swept across the battlefield. The fierce fighting in the middle was all muffled by the unfancy cavalry cluster attack on the right flank.

The horses galloping at high speed fell to the ground and neighed in the collision, and the cavalrymen were pierced by the cavalry guns and were picked off their horses.

Look down from the air. The two galloping cavalry lines were thrown high into the sky like waves at the moment of impact. Hundreds of people were piled up in a dense pile, and people turned on their backs. The human body, the war horse, the stump and the severed arm flew into the sky, and fell down with a crackle.

The battle was fierce to the extreme.

As a new wave of offensive unfolded, the two long knight brigades of the Red Leaf Knights led by Philip swam to the middle.

They changed their clothes, took off the flags from their rifles, and mingled with the cavalry clusters on the outskirts of the warband. It was about 700 meters away from the right flank.

The sacrifice of the right wing is to give the Red Leaf Knights a chance.

This is also the only chance for the Solan Army.

After half an hour of prayer, the battlefield on the right flank finally changed.

The charging Solan right flank cavalry, under the enemy's frantic interception, finally lost the speed to continue the advance. The warriors in front were retreating, while the teams in the rear could only ride their horses to avoid the chaotic warbands, and from outside the battlefield they formed a large circle, throwing their bows and arrows as they turned back to their own formation.

Seeing that Solan's massive offensive had been thwarted, a cheer erupted in cheers among the Filies.

Ferry's middle army, Torris couldn't help but show a smug smile on his face as he watched the crumbling defense line become stable again, and the soldiers in front of him even killed the Solan people to retreat one after another.

"Congratulations, my lord," said one of his confidants, "Solan's offensive has been frustrated, and our army has won this battle. ”

"Yes," a Feilie officer next to him chimed in, "With inferior forces, dragging Solan's main force to death in the Night Canyon is definitely a great achievement." When the overall situation is settled, even if all the credit on the other side of the fjord is taken away by the Seven Colored Sea Family, it will not erase the glory of this battle!"

Torris and several other Ferray generals around him all looked at each other and smiled.

As generals who had been commanding operations since the landing of the Southern Army, they had been here for more than 18 months.

From the coastal ports to the Lulian hinterland, they did not know how many cities they captured and how many Solan defenders they defeated.

But what they didn't expect was that their efforts were not exchanged for honor. Just because of a defeat under the city of Medin, the Southern Army was brutally purged.

In the midst of this purge. Except for the few survivors who remained. From top to bottom of the corps, the backbone of the officers was almost replaced.

This might be unimaginable anywhere else. But in the military of the Philip Empire, it is not something to be surprised about. Since Peter the Great ascended the throne, I don't know how many times the same scene has been played.

Therefore, although for the time being, he saved his position and life. But no one really thinks they're safe.

They know better than anyone how much of the domestic political struggle has played a role in this purge, and they also know better than anyone else that once they are a little bit worse, the next poor worm with the black pot will be themselves.

And with the arrival of Mina, their position in the army was even more awkward.

Minai and these border generals are not the same people at all.

They don't look down on this so-called famous general who only has a prestige in the country, and Minai doesn't trust them much. The relationship between the two sides is just a strict relationship between superiors and subordinates in the military. Mina gave the order. And all they can do is obey.

In this battle, their role is only to contain Solan's main force. This is the hardest and most dangerous job. But the benefits are nowhere near as good as attacking the fjords.

When they thought that they were working hard here, and the so-called genius students under Mina's command could lead the elite Black Lightning Knights to seize a few castles and military villages that were not worth mentioning at all, and make military achievements, everyone felt unfair.

Apparently. After the war, when it comes to meritorious deeds, the light will be focused on Minai and his disciples.

As for them. If you make a mistake in the battle of Night Canyon, not only will you not be able to get any war achievements, but you will bear the charge and become a foil for the glorious achievements of Mina and others.

Therefore, in the previous battle, everyone's nerves were already tense.

They didn't think of it. The Solan attack was so resolute, so fierce and not afraid of death. Unexpectedly, the enemy they faced turned out to be Karenich, who was known as the Dragon Gate Iron Gate.

Even if they had never played against Karenic, they had heard the legend of Solan countless times.

This guy is not only fierce. He is good at fighting tough battles, and he is also a ruthless person. When he was in the border city of Longmen, at least more than ten Feilie villages and towns were destroyed in his hands, and there were no chickens and dogs left.

It's all his revenge for the massacre of Solan's civilians by the Firean Army!

Fighting against such a tough opponent with a lot of combat experience against the Firet army is definitely a nightmare for any Firet general.

And in the early days of the Battle of Night Canyon, Karenich's several shots did give them a great taste. So much so that in less than two days, the left and right flanks had collapsed, and the whole army could only retreat to the entrance of the canyon.

However, at this moment, when they saw that the largest offensive of the Solan army finally smashed into their own defense line, everyone felt that a big stone in their hearts had fallen to the ground.

Torris was even thinking in his heart about how to find an opportunity to launch a counterattack and bite off a piece of flesh on the body of the Solan army.

After the war, he was rewarded for his meritorious deeds, this is his greatest capital!

Raising his head, Torris's gaze passed through the chaotic warband, landing on the banner of the commander of the Solan army in the distance. Although they were far apart, at this moment, his and Karenich's eyes seemed to collide.

"Dragon Gate Iron Gate......" Torris snorted coldly, "I want to see, your iron gate is not as good as this iron gate in the Night Canyon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a small hill in the distance, and Karenic waved his hand violently and shouted something. Immediately, a herald officer of Solan quickly raised the herald flag and spun around in the air several times.

"It's ......"

Before Toris could react, he saw hundreds of war horses coming out of the line of Solan in the middle lane.

From above, they look like droplets thrown from a high-speed spinning windmill. It showed a parabola that was extremely fast, and flew towards the right flank.

The horses' hooves were rolling at a rapid pace, and streaks of dust and smoke were like advancing earth dragons behind them.

They were speeding and moving closer to each other. After just two hundred meters, they had already converged and formed a sharp arrow formation.

And in front of them, the infantry on the right flank of Ferray were still cheering, and the cavalry were still chaotically chasing the retreating Solan cavalry.

As for the Knights, they are slowly turning their way back to their main formation!

At this moment, the negligence of cooperation between several teams caused a huge gap to appear in the junction of the right wing and the left. It's like a woman's torn skirt. Exposed to the Solans.

"Damn it!" Torres only felt his hair stand on end, and he grabbed the herald of the herald next to him with his backhand, and yelled almost against his face, "Stop them! Stop them!"

In fact, without Torris's order, the troops on the right flank had already discovered that something was wrong.

For a time, the entire right wing was in chaos. Whether infantry, cavalry or knights. All frantically approached the gap, trying to stop the Solans' attack.

"Hurry!" said Philip, desperately beating his horse.

His eyes were bloodshot.

He didn't need to look at him to know that at this moment, the eyes of all the Solan soldiers were focused on him.

It was a pair of tired eyes. They have done their best in this tragic battle. They did what they could, and countless sacrifices were made for this final blow!

700 meters! If the war horse gallops at high speed, it only takes more than 30 seconds.

However, the Phreites were closer. The reaction speed is also very fast. They're trying to close that door before they get there!

They must not be allowed to succeed!

500 meters, 400 meters, 300 meters......

Looking at the speeding knight team, looking at the slowly closing gap in front of them, everyone's hearts have jumped to their throats.

In the blink of an eye, Philip had rushed to less than a hundred meters from the gap.

Two hundred knights of the long leaves of Momiji. Four hundred Servant Knights, all of them increased their speed at the same time. They unreservedly conveyed their fighting spirit into the body of the war horse. All the rings are fully open.

Like hundreds of lightning bolts piercing the night.

The last 100 meters are fleeting.

With a bang, at the moment when the Phillips were about to close the gap, Philip crashed into it first.

The closed gap was torn open by the fierce Momiji Knight. But in the rear, countless Fijian martyrs were still pouring in the middle one after another.

Look down from the air. At this moment, the warband of the left wing is like a zipper of clothes. The front is torn apart, and the back is trying to close.

As one of the five knights of Solan, the strength of the Red Knights can be ranked among the top even in the Philip Empire. When two hundred long knights, led by Philip, cut into the Philip formation like knives and shot with all their might. It's like being in a no-man's land.

At this time, the Ferrets were still in disarray.

Standing in the way were their infantry.

There is no tight organization, no neat formation. Panicked, they had no power to resist except to stand there and play a little blocking role.

In front of the flat-ended spears and galloping horses of the Red Leaf Knights, they were torn apart like rags. Flesh-and-blood bodies were picked up in the air, and stumps and severed arms were scattered along the flying battle rings of the Red Leaf Knights.

As far as the eye can see, the teams of red leaf knights are like flying boats sailing in the sea of flesh and blood. The bow of the ship slammed into waves of blood, leaving a straight line of blood behind it.

Still, these infantry bought a little time for the Phillips.

With the frantic retreat of the Ferry cavalry and the diagonal intervention of the knights, the resistance of the Momiji knights increased greatly.

Philip led the Momiji Knights to slash desperately, but the speed of the breakthrough became slower and slower. The enemies around you seem to be endless. Chop down one wave, and another wave comes up. They should have broken up a long time ago, but this final tipping point has not yet arrived.

"Kill!" Philip shot through the chest of a Philip knight, and with a roar of rage, he picked up his whole body, smashing into the dense crowd of enemies, and the man turned on his back.

Taking advantage of this gap, he sat down and the war horse broke through another ten meters.

Nearby, two Ferray knights cut through the crowd at the same time. In the blink of an eye, Philip had already attacked and killed each other with these two enemies in a dozen moves.

After taking out the two enemies at the cost of a bloody wound on their left arm, more Ferri Knights appeared on the road.

Philip fought hard.

Charge, stab, slash. Repeating mechanically again and again. Forget jì time, forget jì a qiē.

However, as time went on, Philip found that his assault distance was getting shorter and slower. And there are more and more war horses with red leaf marker ornaments and empty saddles.

By the end, the road ahead had been blocked by a dense crowd of enemies. There are also enemies all around. He and his knights could only go around in the middle, dealing with countless spears and arrows.

"Still lost?"

When only two of the five guards remained, an exhausted Philip set his sights on the Firebee Crest.

He saw Karenich, he saw Fano, he saw Qiu Shanhai, and he also saw the generals of Solan who were gritting their teeth and their eyes were red.

Philip smiled.

On the young face is the pride of a knight.

At the moment when more enemies poured in, he raised his rifle in his hand and roared at the people who were staring at him.

"Long live Saint-Solan!"

The voice echoed through the valley. More and more ethereal.

But at this moment, suddenly, a roar thousands of times more majestic than Philip sounded from the southwest!

"Long live Saint-Solan!"

This sound, like a rolling thunder, swept the entire battlefield. Whether it was the soldiers who fought bloodily or the generals under the command of the commander, they all turned their shocked eyes in the direction from which the voice came.

The horse's hooves are like thunder.

The earth trembled, and scattered swords, stones, and dirt pulsed rapidly.

A moment later, a rushing stream of iron rolled down the southern slope of the Night Canyon. At the very front of them, a firebee heraldic flag is waving in the wind!

When he saw the silver-haired old man under the banner, an electric current climbed up the backs of Solan's soldiers.

Blood, at this moment is completely boiling!

"It's the Grand Duke!"

"The Grand Duke is back!"

Amid the cheers that resounded in the sky, Fano screamed. He turned over violently and jumped on his horse, drew his long sword, and shouted on his horse.

"Solan, forward!"

A loud horn sounded, and countless Soran soldiers, like resurrected statues, jumped violently. Sa Yazi rushed towards the Firek army.

They scrambled down the hill, and some of them fell down and got up as fast as they could. Some people lost their shoes and simply kicked out the other shoe as well. Armed with a variety of weapons, they leaped over the burning fires, through the meadows, into the vast plains, and in the setting sun, they rushed towards the chaotic enemy.

"Kill!" ...... (To be continued......)