The neighing of the war horse!

Countless iron hooves stepped across the drawbridge, and the sound of messy horses' hooves was like rolling thunder.

In an instant, more than a hundred knights and non-commissioned officers had rushed out of the castle under the leadership of Hugo and Brian, and slaughtered the camp of Philip in a huge shield-shaped cavalry formation.

The horses ran faster and faster under the desperate urging of the knights, and the horse's strides grew bigger and bigger, and in the end, the stretching changes of the muscles containing infinite strength under the fur were clearly visible.

In the gallop like the wind, the knights straightened their stirrups with their feet, their buttocks off the saddle, their bodies leaned forward slightly, and the riding spears in their hands changed from diagonally raised to flat ends, and stretched straight forward.

Hundreds of cavalry spears were scattered in the galloping cavalry. As the war horse galloped, the sharp tip of the spear rose and fell slightly, flashing through the air with cold light, like flying arrows!

Seeing that the Saint-Solan people suddenly came out of the castle and rushed straight to the camp, the knights of the Philip patrol, who had been lazily roaming around the castle, after a short period of consternation, drew their guns and swords, shouted loudly, and roared desperately to urge their horses to move closer to the center, trying to prevent the Saint-Soran cavalry from attacking the camp.

And in the camp, the horn shook the sky. The archers stepped up the camp wall, and the guards moved the freshly planted deer and lined up to raise their spears diagonally into a forest.

The atmosphere of the big war seemed to have been opened with a slam as the drawbridge fell.

"Let's go!"

With a loud roar from Punk, Roy followed Punk and galloped out of the castle.

When the doorway of the castle full of torches flashed in front of me, the sound of the stars in the sky and the distant cavalry crashing together like a tide crashing against a reef swept in an instant.

"Left!"

The wind whistled in his ears, and he sat down on all fours, and before Roy could take a closer look at Hugo's troops, who were already engaged with the enemy in the distance, he only heard the sound of punk in the wind. Hearing the command, he took the reins without thinking, and rode his horse to follow the royal non-commissioned officers who poured out of the castle like a tide towards the left side of the castle.

According to the plan, the first step in the breakthrough was for Hugo and Baron Bryan to launch an attack on the enemy's camp and mobilize all the patrols around the enemy.

The second step was for the cavalry led by Punk to take advantage of the chaos and build an arc-shaped defensive line behind Hugo and them, sweeping and blocking the nearby Ferret cavalry to cover the evacuation of the brigade.

As soon as he turned his horse to the left, Roy saw dozens of Filie cavalry rushing towards him in the dim morning light. Grab your bow and shoot arrows in this direction like rain.

Whooshing arrows screeched past the side, and from time to time there was a muffled snort in the galloping ranks of the royal cavalry. After only one or two hundred meters, several people were shot off their horses.

The royal cavalry's counterattack was just as sharp, and only a bowstring shook in his ears, and a rain of arrows spread through the air with the flying horses, covering the enemy overwhelmingly. Only a few neighing horses could be heard, and in the ranks of the Feilie cavalry who rushed at high speed, several cavalry had fallen to the ground with the somersault of the war horses.

Throwing arrows at the swarming foes, Roy looked back to see a large number of civilians pouring out of the castle under the guard of the knights, turning along the walls and running north over the guard towers.

Running at the front, of course, was a group of aristocrats on horseback. The nobles and ladies in silk tuned sleeves and feathered hats, and the ladies and ladies who had changed their long and wide clumsy skirts, were like frightened quails, pale in complexion, clutching to the saddle, and fleeing from the desert under the escort of the cavalry who could not stop wielding their swords and arrows.

At this time, no one wanted to be strong, and many noble children didn't even dare to look at this side. And those ladies and ladies who often fainted at every turn, although their faces were pale and tearful, their nerves were very strong, and they rolled their eyes and rolled again and again when they were bumped by the sit-down war horse, and they were frightened by the chaotic feather arrows, but they did not faint.

After the nobles, there are commoners who run on their legs.

Soldiers and armed men ran on the outermost side with shields in hand, fending off arrows and controlling the direction of the crowd. The people on the side of the moat ran in a panic. His eyes were dazed and his steps were mechanical, like a frightened lamb,

By this time, the intention of breaking through the castle could not have been more obvious, and the surrounding Phillips were galloping towards this direction in groups, shooting arrows with longbows as they approached, and the shouts and trumpets from their mouths came and went. In an instant, more than two hundred cavalry gathered. ,

"Whoosh!" Roy stretched his bow and shot down the horse of an oncoming Ferray cavalryman, watching the guy with a spear bend to his knees as the horse ran at high speed, and a somersault fell dozens of meters away.

"Royal cavalry, forward!" Beside him, the royal knights and non-commissioned officers, who had already flattened their rifles, leaned forward, and accelerated past them to meet the enemy who was also approaching at high speed.

"Kill!"

Poof, Herod

The long neighing of the war horse, the dull sound of the spear poking at the human body, is like a symphony, shaking the soul of people.

Punk, who is at the forefront of the cavalry, has a red glow attached to his body. The tip of the cavalry spear in his hand seemed to be burning with flames, and in the high-speed charge, he stabbed a Firet knight from his horse with a single shot, and then roared and shook the cavalry spear, lifted the man high, and slammed him out with a sharp swing of the gun, and crashed into the Feilie cavalry formation behind.

Once the cavalry formations are staggered, it is a chaotic battle.

The cavalry spears in the hands of the cavalry on both sides stabbed each other with the high-speed charge of the war horses. Some of them had just stabbed their spears into their opponents' bodies when they were stabbed off their horses by someone next to them. Some of them turned to dodge the opponent's rifles, drew their swords and pounced. Many galloping war horses collided with each other, the people on the ground shouted horses, the horses raised their hooves and trampled wildly, arrows flew in mid-air, and even knights jumped high on their horses, roaring and stabbing their spears.

"Kill!"

Hearing the roar in his ears, the dense sound of gold and iron as a rainstorm, looking at the stump and broken arm flying in front of him, and the blood sprayed, Roy, who had never been on the battlefield, only felt that deep in his heart, as if a valve had been opened, and the hot blood boiled with the love spurted from the valve, swimming all over the body, straight to the top of his head.

Roy was placed at the end of the line, surrounded by the surrounding royal non-commissioned officers.

He knew that with the little strength of his thin body, he was not qualified to rush to the front of the team with a spear, so he could only fight in his own way!

Whoosh whoosh!

Roy picked up his second-class bow and fired his arrows as fast as he could.

The bowstring sounded, and an arrow hit the door of a Filip cavalryman five meters away. He turned, drew his bow and arrow, and with a loose hand, an arrow pierced the throat of another Firet cavalryman.

Sitting down, the war horse had already rushed forward more than ten meters in a blink of an eye, Roy did not pause, drew arrows from the quiver and set the string, and the two arrows were fired together, forcing a high-speed charging Feilie cavalry to abandon the target, and when he swung his gun and fired the arrows that came quickly, he was pierced through the heart by a royal non-commissioned officer who rushed at high speed next to him.

Open the bow, open the string, shoot the arrow. The horses followed the charging royal cavalry through the enemy line, and there was nothing else in Roy's eyes but the vicious enemies in front of him, the valiant companions and the fleeting gaps in the chaotic battle. Attention has been concentrated to the extreme, as long as the slightest gap flashes, it is an arrow shot.

I don't know how long it took, but the surrounding enemies disappeared. Only then did he realize that he had followed the Royal Cavalry Formation and unknowingly penetrated the opponent's formation.

The royal cavalry, who followed the high-speed gallop, rode their horses around an arc on a small hill northeast of the castle, and Roy urged Palu to reline with the royal knights, but when he looked up, he saw a familiar figure not far from the castle wall slowly kneeling on the ground with an arrow covering his chest.

It's old Maxim!

The world disappeared from the horizon all at once. In Roy's red eyes, there was only Maxim's pale face and the familiar goatee.

The old man's lips trembled, his cloudy eyes stared in disbelief at the shaft of the arrow stuck in his chest, and a large mouthful of blood poured up the corners of his mouth.

Beside him, his skinny niece was desperately trying to lift him up, pulling him by and crying out for something, and the crowd was chaotic all around, some crying, some falling.

Old Maxim fell.

Not far from him, there were Aunt Mary and Sister-in-law Xiaorou's mother and son.

Xiao Rou's sister-in-law, mother and son, were full of arrows and threw themselves to the ground. And the chubby Aunt Mary sat at the base of the wall.

In Roy's impression, Aunt Mary, who cooks a good dish, is in her fifties, but her personality is still like a little girl. As long as she praises her twice, she will be overjoyed and treat you as her confidant. It's a warm-hearted kind-hearted. She came forward to talk about the affairs between the neighbors in the city. It's just that sometimes I can't keep my mouth shut, and I often offend people with a straight mouth. ,

And now, that vibrant, ruddy smiling face that makes people feel happy when they see it, is completely bloodless. A large hole in her chest, her blood soaking her clothes.

She just sat there innocently and pitifully, her eyes wide open, looking at the city she knew.

Why? Looking into Aunt Mary's eyes, Roy's heart felt like a hand was being slammed!

Although he knew before setting off that it would be a difficult escape. It is impossible for everyone to survive. Not to mention ordinary civilians, even those nobles and even knights could die.

However, he never dreamed that this was just a short distance out of the city

Why is this happening?

In the distance, Hugo and Baron Brian were fighting bravely to contain the opponent's main force. Outside the castle, the escort he was in also extended to block most of the Ferray rangers who were moving closer to this side.

Therefore, there are not many Ferrets who can break through to the side of the big team.

Except for a few cavalry who broke through the blockade sporadically, the largest group was a dozen cavalry from the west.

What about the Holy Knights of the Protection Brigade and their attendants, the Viscount Wenger's Guard, the Baron Marcus who was appointed by Baron Brian to stay behind to guard the civilians, and the Servants and Attendants who often ate at Aunt Mary's restaurant but always paid on credit—they could have driven each other away!

No one. Except for the civilians who were running in a mess and screaming and falling to the ground, except for some people and a small number of soldiers who had no combat power in front of the unscrupulous sword-wielding and slashing people, the knights who could fight had already fled.

All they left behind was endless screams, blood and carnage, the sound of horses' hooves that had gone away.

"Dog mongrel!

"Son of a bitch!"

Finding that the escort behind them had taken the opportunity to escape despite the unarmed civilians, the royal knights who had fought bloodily were all red-eyed and scolded angrily.

"Sir, what should I do!" the two royal knights and non-commissioned officers both looked at Punk, who was leading the team.

Originally, according to the plan, the team was supposed to go northeast at this time. However, the civilians who kept wailing and falling in front of them made everyone move their feet.

In order to rush to the side of the brigade, they had to go around a semicircle from the west and then rush back.

A sharp pain came from his hand. All the way to the heart. Roy lowered his head, and more than fifty full force shots were already making his fingers bloody. At the same time, I don't know when I was injured. Shoulders, thighs, everywhere were bloody wounds from arrows or slashes from knives and guns.

Roy tore off a strip of cloth and bandaged his hand.

He didn't give himself a cure. He had just become a potential apprentice, and the magic power in his body was only two hundred and twenty magic codes. This amount of magic is only enough to cast seven Battle Ring Accelerations and two low-level healing techniques.

So, don't mess around.

Roy put his bow away and took off his rifle. He patted the frightened Oliver on the horse's head, then turned the horse's head, and under the surprised gaze of the royal non-commissioned officers, he jumped down the hill alone and rushed west.

Palu, gray, rushed down the hill like lightning. The long mane flutters in the wind. Slender and slender hooves stamped on the dry dirt floor, kicking up a cloud of dust.

At this moment, the morning light in the sky has gradually brightened, and the originally bright torches have been thrown on the ground at random, emitting black smoke, which looks dim. A few awakened larks swept through the gray sky, flapping their wings and struggling to fly into the distance.

Roy rode his horse, getting faster and faster.

In the ranks of civilians in front, there were several familiar figures running. Sergeant Hans with a round face, Sister Lan, Daddy Ken the blacksmith, and Tom, who is desperately wielding a long sword and is already covered in blood.

And between themselves and them, there were corpses all over the ground, neighing horses and fierce cavalry.

The wind whistled in my ears. The past passed through my mind one by one.

"Fuck you!" the corners of the big-headed boy's mouth hooked up a sneer that was calm to the extreme, and he leaned forward slightly, learning from the knights to raise their spears flat.

At this moment, he felt that he was really like a knight!