As the Ferray cavalry poured towards the warband, the breathing of the knights of the Bavarian Knights began to become heavy.

As a powerful military force in the province of Loulian, they have always been the protagonists of wars. For more than a year, with their heroic and tenacious battles, they blocked the footsteps of the Feilie people, and let the world-famous Feilie cavalry turn on their backs again and again in front of them.

They defended this land that could not be trampled on, defended their dignity and pride, and defended the glory of the Bavarian Order.

But now, the people have become the protectors of Lulian, but they can only stand on the hillside. Watching the soldiers of the rabble fight in blood, watching them fall one by one.

The knights must use all their strength to hold on to their reins, to keep their minds from being overwhelmed by the boiling blood and burning anger in their hearts.

This is not the style of the Bavarian knights.

Although they stood in place, quiet in the night like a statue wrapped in cold steel, only those who knew them well knew that the heart hidden under their equally cold gaze was as restless as a war horse sitting down with a snort and a hoof.

As the Ferray cavalry on the opposite side got closer and closer to the warband, the eyes of the Bavarian knights frequently turned to Sophia under the banner.

"Order," one of the knights prayed silently, "even if we let us storm once!"

"Wait," said the other knights, patting their horses with their hands and snorting their horses, in the same tone that was not very calm. ”

Many knights took off their riding spears. He drew his sword. With this non-violation, they express their battle to their commanders.

Sophia, under Shuai's banner, is still like an iceberg, without a trace of melting.

The knights knew, she was waiting.

Waiting for the arrival of a suitable fighter.

However, at a time when the rabble has been divided by the enemy, and the soldiers are constantly falling in the fierce battles, how can there be any fighters?

In anxiety and anticipation, gradually, the knights focused their eyes on a small warband in the middle of the chaotic battlefield.

There, a dark-haired boy armed with a tomahawk caught their eye.

The two warbands finally merged together with a bloody path that Roy had killed.

However, no one saw this encounter as a victory worthy of cheering.

Fifteen people plus eight people, in the middle of this chaotic battlefield, are not much better than two drops of water in the desert fused together, and they can be evaporated at any time.

What's more, the other party is still the sworn enemy Ugo and his men.

"***," the prawn who had just rushed into the battle group behind Roy and Tang Xiaoben saw Ugo at a glance and spat fiercely, "Unlucky!"

The soldiers of the 121 squad and the 213 squad led by Ugo also turned pale.

Everyone silently fought with the surrounding Fei martyrs, the swords in their hands collided with sparks in the dark night, slashing out a puff of splashed blood, the sound of ping-pong gold and iron and the dull sound of swords entering the flesh, accompanied by a scream, it seemed depressing and cruel.

"What now?" The sword of the long sword in Tang Xiaoben's hand had already flickered with the decay of the fighting spirit, and his chubby face was covered with sweat.

Also as a four-star armed knight, the old bear standing on the other side of Roy looked much better, he was experienced, the long sword in his hand was still steady, and his attacks were not slow but concise and effective.

Since the leadership was handed over to Roy, Lao Xiong naturally went to the position of support.

While guarding Roy's side with Tang Xiaoben, he commanded the formation to quickly change roles, so that the entire team still remained steady.

With him there, Roy didn't have to be distracted at all.

However, for Ugo and the others who had just been fused into the formation, Lao Xiong had a headache.

He understands that with Ugo and his contradictions, as well as Ugo's character, it is absolutely impossible to hand over the command to himself, don't listen to Roy.

"To the south. In Roy's perception, there were two warbands. One to the west and one to the south. The one on the south side was a little closer and larger, at least fifty or sixty men, and if they could break through and turn back to the west, they would be able to make a snowball. ..., as soon as Roy's words fell, he heard a sharp shout from the knife: "What are you doing, go back!"

The crowd turned to see one of Ugo's soldiers who had almost messed up the formation because of his unruliness. The two of them fought hard and killed the Fei martyrs who tried to rush in.

The originally silent and depressing atmosphere suddenly became noisy and chaotic with the sound of the knife, and the contradictions between the two sides were picked up on the bright side at once, and there was a great posture of imminent explosion.

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When the UAE entered the battle, Ugo and the soldiers of Squad 213 thought that a good opportunity had come for them to establish a business.

In their opinion, the total number of Lulian legions gathered in the city of Medin has exceeded 15,000 elements, and the vanguard of the Philip Empire is only more than 5,000 people, not to mention three dozen and one, and they are fighting side by side with the Bavarian Knights, this battle is impossible to lose in any case.

It was with this optimism that they rushed to the front at the beginning of the battle when the rabble was in full swing.

However, the more he fought, the more Ugo felt that something was wrong.

The tactical execution of the rabble army made this part of the army, which relied on a strong momentum, fall into the division and encirclement of the Filies.

That feeling is like a male lion falling into a pack of hundreds of hungry wolves, although the lion's strength is far stronger than that of the wolf, but the wolf pack's kinetic energy avoids the lion's edge one by one, leaving wounds on its body that seem not fatal, but can make it bleed.

Over time, Ugo's squad casualties began to expand, from the first soldier who appeared to have died by a fortuitous mistake, to the second, to the third......

Realizing that something was wrong, Ugo quickly commanded the team to break through, but it was too late by this time, and no matter how they broke through, there were endless enemies all around.

The fourth soldier had his head cut open with a sword and died!

The fifth soldier was half a step slower because he was wounded in his feet, he was besieged, stabbed with a sword, and killed!

Sixth... The seventh...

When more than half of the squad was killed, everyone, including Ugo himself, was desperate, and everyone just gritted their teeth and fought desperately, killing one by one.

Just when they were ready to die here, they didn't expect that the dense crowd of Feilie was suddenly split a bloody path, and immediately after, a rabble army team appeared in front of them.

At the moment of life and death, it was originally a fortunate thing for a companion of the rabble to appear next to him, but seeing that the person who appeared turned out to be his sworn enemy 121 squad, everyone's hearts were cold.

With each other's contradictions, it is not impossible to do things on the battlefield.

Especially when they found that the opponent's team was still intact, twice as many as their own, everyone's vigilance was tightened.

The atmosphere became tense with the sound of a knife.

Both of them drew closer to their companions, wary of each other, and Ugo stared at the old bear with vicious eyes, glancing at Roy from time to time.

Compared with the thick old bear, he was afraid of this ruthless black hair, and the knee during the day still made him shudder when he thought about it, and his nose ached.

Knives, red wine, and prawns all stood between the team and the other side, fighting the Firees and watching out for Ugo.

The greyhound is angry with its eyes wide open, looking hideous and cannibalistic.

Everyone understands that after the two squads converge, if they want to rush out, they must merge into one, and work together under a unified command, and they can understand Ugo and know that it is a pipe dream to make Ugo willingly obedient and surrender command.

Just as the two sides were tense, Roy had already led the way to the south, and when he passed by Knife Prawn and the others, he turned to Ugo and said.

"The wound on your face still hurts, right? If you want to avenge me alive, follow me with your people. ”

Roy's voice silenced the entire 121 team.

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, Ugo's face was blue and white, his eyes dodged, and he finally nodded fiercely.

"Now Team 213 is under your command!As long as you can take us away," he touched the wound on his face, avoiding the gaze of the old bear, the gray hound, and the knife, and gritted his teeth, "If you beat me again, I will admit it!"

Hearing Ugo's words, the mercenaries were in an uproar.

"Let's go!" Roy shouted loudly, and pounced on the crowd of Ferries to the south. ..., looking at Ugo, and then looking at the blood-splattered axe light, whether it is the old bear or the gray dog knife and others, they have no words to describe their feelings. No one believed that the man they said had beaten Ugo was Roy.

After glancing at each other in amazement, everyone flew to follow.

"It's so shameless. ”

Tang Xiaoben, who had been following Roy, was shocked and depressed, nagging in his mouth.

"Ugo was actually beaten by you! You bastard, you actually learn from me to hide your strength...... Damn, you've stolen all the limelight from me......"

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On the hillside, everyone stared at the warbands below.

As the black-haired young man opened the way, the two teams that had just converged broke through towards a large warband to the south, and a moment later, they joined the warband to the south.

Immediately, the team, which had grown to seventy or eighty people, turned to the northwest under the leadership of the black-haired young man, and slaughtered straight towards another battle group.

At the scene in front of them, the heartbeat of all the nobles involuntarily began to accelerate.

"How do they know where to go?"

People looked at the bottom of the mountain in amazement, exchanged heads and talked about each other.

You must know that in this kind of small hilly area, the slope of the mountain is not very high, and even if you stand on the top of the mountain, you can not see the whole picture of the battlefield. Many warbands in the distance were hidden in the chaotic crowd, and only a little could be faintly seen.

This is still the case on the mountain, where the rabble soldiers not only have a narrow line of vision, but are also in the middle of the chaotic battlefield, dealing with endless enemies around them every minute and every second, and it is impossible to accurately determine the direction of other warbands.

However, starting from that team of fifteen people, they have killed the believing warband several times in succession, rolling the snowball bigger and bigger.

In the night wind, there was silence on the hills.

The Bavarian knights held their breath, and the nobles led by the Grand Duke Adolf under the command of the commander looked intently at the bottom of the mountain and clenched their fists.

Down the mountain, Roy dodged the attacks of the two Fei Martyrs, and made two lightning moves with the axe in his hand. The shadow of the axe poured down like a silver meteor shower. The Fei martyrs in front of him did not dodge under this fierce attack at all, and in an instant, they fell like harvested wheat.

Up and down the mountain, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted.

These two moves are really sharp and beautiful, and the axe is like an endless river under the urging of Roy, and it is only to see the mercenaries in the war group and the noble knights on the mountain who are dizzy and fascinated.

Who has ever seen such an axe?!

Hearing Grand Duke Adolf's inquiry, the general in charge of the rabble looked embarrassed.

There were nearly 3,000 members of the rabble, and he knew all of them, and besides, the black-haired boy had nothing to pay attention to in terms of appearance or clothing.

In the midst of the dilemma, the general saw the old bear who was following Roy to help command the battle, his eyes lit up, and he reported to Archduke Adolf.

"My lord, this is the first squad of the second squadron of the first brigade of the rabble, the flag leader of the squad is named Sean, he is a mercenary of Medin City, and he has the strength of a four-star armed knight, this young man should be Sean's hand. ”

"It's our Loulian's brother!" Archduke Adolf praised, glancing at Fia as he spoke, "I don't know where this guy learned this skill, he is more like a veteran than a group of veterans, and when he is his age, he is not worthy of lifting his shoes!"

The nobles looked at each other, but Archduke Adolf had always been elegant and calm, and this was the first time that everyone had heard him speak foul language after following him for so many years.

I don't know why, this scolding sounds so comfortable!

Sophia ignored her father's almost defiant look. She quietly looked at the black-haired boy below the mountain, her deep eyes like a calm lake, without the slightest ripple.

Archduke Adolf failed to get a response from his youngest daughter, and pinned all his hopes on the dark-haired boy at the bottom of the mountain.

The Feilie cavalry in the distance has already rolled in.

When the Grand Duke saw that the team had grown to more than two hundred people, and under the lead of the black-haired young man, he broke through towards another battle group of up to three hundred people like eyes, he couldn't help but clench his fists, and only a hurried voice remained in his heart.

"Small,!"

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The mercenaries have seen it from afar, and even encountered avalanches themselves. ..., there are many snow-capped mountains in the Warcraft Mountain Range, and every time they hear a sound like thunder coming from the distance on the snow-capped mountain, they know that there is an avalanche on the mountain again.

Although the terrifying scene is not seen every time, the people who see it will be firmly imprinted in their hearts and will be indelible.

No one thought that they would fall victim to an avalanche, and no one imagined that they would one day become a part of an avalanche.

The rabble, which is now strong, is not a snowball, but a torrential snow that roars down from the top of the mountain.

"Kill!"

This majestic shout of killing, after being silent for a long time, sounded again.

This time, it was louder and more deafening than when the U-Ukraine army had just entered the battle!

"Come on, little," the greyhound slashed at the enemy in front of him, slashing his sword, splitting his shield, splitting his chest, and roaring, "Come on!"

"One sword on the left, one sword on the right......" Tang Xiaoben, who was chattering, used the strength of his four-star armed knight to pick up a leak in the crowd, and after stabbing a martyr in the back with a sword, he walked around Roy like a ghost, and silently split the back of another martyr with a sword.

"Kill!" The long sword in the knife's hand was like a raging storm, and the one who fought side by side with him turned out to be Ugo, who was also desperately slashing with red eyes.

"Kill!" The longbow in the prawn's hand shot out one long arrow after another, and the fierce battle and frequent opening of the bow and pulling the string had already made his right hand drenched in blood, but he gritted his teeth and desperately opened the bow as if he didn't realize it.

Many rabble soldiers rushed past them, advancing along the gaps that had opened up in front of them.

They ran, roared, brandished their swords, and slashed desperately, drowning and crushing any enemies that stood in their way!

The ranks flowed.

At this time, all the squad flag commanders, middle squad leaders, centurion captains, and even a thousand battalion commanders completely abandoned their identities and became a small soldier in the rolling torrent, following the young man with a battle axe in his hand, surging forward.

Two hundred, three hundred......

A moment later, this torrent had swept over more than a dozen warbands, expanding to six hundred.

Moved by this battle group, the surrounding Feilie army has been led into disarray.

The Feilie army that was blocking in front was crushed, the front was slashed and killed, the back could not be crowded, and the distant ones did not have time to mobilize, and for a while, the whole battle situation changed.

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By the time the third herald reported the same news, Darney was already pale.

From the direction he was, he could clearly see that the warband in front of him was chaotic with a terrifying torrent.

It turned out that the command of the arm command was no longer effective, and the heralds who passed back and forth brought out of control news, and the command flag of the Chinese army could not allow the troops to stop the other party. Many of the soldiers could only follow the torrent for their lives, suddenly south, then north, and then west.

Orders can't keep up with changes, and that's what people are afraid of in war.

How so?

Darney couldn't figure it out anyway.

But he understood that war, subtle command, was often not the command of the banner outside the wargroup and the roar of the herald, but the spontaneous behavior of the soldiers.

Regardless of victory or defeat, once the momentum is formed, the winner is invincible, and the loser loses his armor and collapses.

In any case, we must control this momentum!

"Tell the front army to get out of the way!" Darney stared at the center of the chaotic warband, listening to the shouts of slaughter that resounded through the sky, and suddenly drew his long sword, swung forward, and roared.

"Knights, charge!"

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"The enemy charged!"

"It's Darni's Knights, they're going to charge!"

On the hillside, the knights, who had already been stimulated by the battle below, were no longer able to control their feelings.

"Kill!"

"Captain Sophia!"

"Please, let's get on it!"

The commotion spread among the knights, and on the hillside there was only a roar and the neighing of restless horses, and many knights wanted to rein in the reins of their horses, so that the horses full of gallops could spin in place instead of galloping down.

Under the handsome banner of Gale Hunt, everyone focused their eyes on Sophia.

"Miss Sophia. Nou had already drawn his sword and jumped on his horse, his tone full of anxiety, and the hundreds of soldiers of the Muni City Guard under his command also drew their swords at the same time. "Isn't that enough?!" Archduke Adolf turned his head to stare at Sophia and hissed, "Isn't it enough?

Sophia was silent.

"Say!" Archduke Adolf's eyes were red with anger: "What kind of shit chance do you want!!

"The enemy's infantry formation has not yet been disturbed," Sophia's face was hidden under the helmet mask in the silent mountain wind, like a ghost in the night, "when their cavalry rushes over, the rabble will form a team of thousands of men, and at the same time, the infantry of the Firetes will get out of the way......"

Everyone's hearts were beating faster, and a flame of hope rose in their eyes.

"Their infantry formation will inevitably be disorganized," Sophia said lightly, "but if their main cavalry force crushes the rabble in one charge, the troops we rush down at this moment will be bogged down." So, before the rabble withstands the onslaught of the opposing cavalry and slows it down......"

Sophia's voice, like a cold wind, extinguished everyone's hope.

My answer is: No!"

Everyone looked at the girl in front of them silently, completely ununderstanding how she could have such a cold heart.

At the foot of the mountain, the infantry formation behind Filie was chaotically dodging.

The sound of horses' hooves shook the earth.

The tide of Feilie cavalry galloped towards the rabble soldiers who suddenly turned their heads.

The black-haired boy is the first to bear the brunt!

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"Ferray cavalry!"

A terrible cry rang out in the crowd of mercenaries.

The earth was shaking, and the Ferray infantry to the south was scattering, and behind them, a cavalry rushed like a rushing iron stream.

Cavalry has always been an infantry's nightmare.

The knight's armor, long cavalry spear, and the massive body and impact of the warhorse are capable of crushing any enemy that stands in their way. When hundreds or thousands of cavalry are gathered together to charge, they are invincible.

Even the hoplites in the regular legion are vulnerable!

Looking at the roaring cavalry, everyone's thoughts have frozen, and in front of this rushing iron stream, everyone feels like an ant in front of the flood waves.

"Formation !!" The old bear who reacted first broke off with a shout, "The spearmen come forward!"

With the roar of the old bear, dozens of rabble soldiers armed with spears rushed out of the crowd and formed two rows of poignantly thin gun formations.

At the same time, the other mercenaries also consciously shrank together to form a semi-circular defensive array.

From heaven to hell, it's in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

As the shaking of the earth became more and more violent, and the sound of horses' hooves got closer and closer, the battle had largely stopped.

The Ferret infantry was surrounded, and at this moment, they didn't have to do anything, they just needed to surround these people in front of them.

The galloping cavalry will tear through the rabble of the battle, almost turning the tide of battle, like a loaf of bread, and trample them into hell with the hooves of their horses.

The soldiers of the rabble, staring at the galloping cavalry, watched the knights with mounted spears magnify in front of their eyes.

Many people turned their heads to look at the handsome flags on the hillside.

Roy turned his head as well.

When the gun formation was formed, he did not retreat into the lineup, but stood so quietly at the front of the line. When he looked back at the top of the mountain, his gaze collided with the deep gaze hidden beneath the mask of flames.

"Roy, back in. Tang Xiaoben yelled.

In front of him, the enemy was getting closer and closer, and he could clearly see the four auras under the feet of a knight in front of him, the bulging muscles of the galloping war horse, and the dust flying under the flying hooves.

"No!"

Roy turned his head violently, facing the oncoming Philip cavalry formation, and let out a loud shout.

"Prepare for battle!"

The roar of the black-haired boy echoed in the night sky.

Hearing Roy's roar, the rabble soldiers only felt a rush of blood rush over their heads. They clenched their swords tightly and followed the roar into a neat roar.

"Prepare for battle!"

As the roar soared into the sky, the rabble soldiers opened their eyes in anger as they watched as one of the knights rushing forward stabbed Roy with his rifle in a volley of horses. ..., also looking at the back of the man who led them around, facing the knight, stretched out his left hand, and opened his five fingers widely.

A huge ball of fire, emerging in Roy's palm.

"It's ......"

"Seventh-level demon, dance of crows!"

In the exclamation, countless fire balls, like blood-red crows that have opened the birdcage, flew out in a dazzling light.

The light illuminates the entire night sky.

The fiery red blood ravens overwhelmingly crashed into the oncoming Ferry cavalry.

Clusters of blood rose and fell on the body of the cavalry, the earth was shrouded in red light, and the horses fell one after another in the gallop.

In the mournful neighing of the war horse and the endless screams, on the top of the mountain, everyone was stunned.

A moment later, an electric current rushed down everyone's backs and all the way to the top of their heads, and Adolf roared!

"Sophia!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the figure that was like an iceberg was already a hundred meters away.

Looking down from the sky, the ink-colored unicorn is like a lone wolf galloping in the snowfield, galloping. On its back, Sophia's long snow-white hair fluttered in the wind, and the golden riding spear shone with the faint rays of the unicorn galloping, straight forward.

"Kill!"

A second later, the knights on the hillside, like tigers on the brake, followed behind Sophia and galloped out.

They roared and galloped toward the glittering battlefield.

A black torrent down the slope.

Mighty and galloping.

In the sky, a loud horn suddenly sounded......

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