When the crescent moon is in the sky, it is thin and sharp as a knife.

The moonlight sprinkled on the red armor of the Western Cavalry, adding a bit of might and ferocity.

Even if there are only a hundred people in their team, even if the dozen or so pioneers who rushed in front have been turned into corpses,

But the enemy in front of him was only one person after all.

Even the bravest warriors can be killed, even the former Dragon King's Crown Prince, Rhaegar Targaryen, is no exception, let alone a well-known Black Knight.

......

"Kill him, and Lord Tywin will be rewarded. The knighthood can be expected, and the golden dragon can take it!"

"Lannister, you have to pay your debts. ”

"Fight for the Lannister!"

As the only cavalry from the two standing armies of the Seven Kingdoms, the Western Cavalry roared like a lion under the moonlit night, and the enemy was only one person.

Jones looked at the cavalry that roared and shook the earth and rushed like arrows, and he had forgotten his timidity and abandoned unnecessary worries.

He has been on the run for nearly a day, and at this moment, he is covered in blood, and he only has killing intent in his heart.

He wants to make his enemies remember the horror of the greatsword once and for all.

......

The horse's hooves pounded on the ground, the armor clanged on the horse's back, and the metal spears were held high like hedgehogs marching in the same direction.

Time seems to be slowing down as it gets.

Finally, the rushing river collided with the black reef, splashing blood-colored waves.

With a black sword in both hands, Jones slashed and cut off the legs of the two frontmost horses, slamming the horse's belly to the ground and splashing dirt.

And she didn't stop after spinning once, and slashed again from top to bottom.

The long giant sword slashed at the soldier's shoulder, which could directly split the armor-clad soldier in half.

Jones completely abandoned his defenses (and in fact he couldn't defend himself) and rushed into the Western Cavalry, his black greatsword swinging like a 'stranger' weapon.

The wailing of horses and the screams of soldiers sounded one after another, and he no longer thought about defense, and the efficiency of killing people reached the highest ever, and a few breaths could harvest a life.

However, after killing more than a dozen horsemen in succession, this process was interrupted,

I don't know where the spear came from, with the momentum of a war horse, slammed into Jones's waist, boom, Jones couldn't help but squirt a mouthful of boiling blood, and even water vapor came out of the helmet, of course, no one could see it under the moonlit night, and even if he saw it, he wouldn't care.

On the empty battlefield, the momentum of the war horse and the spear collided, and Jones stabbed his long sword into the ground, drawing a deep mark, and retreated several steps before stopping.

Jones was actually not surprised by the spear being stabbed, he had tried boxing in the castle before, and it turned out that at his current speed, he still could not defend against simultaneous attacks from four directions.

If he hadn't had tungsten armor now, he wouldn't know how many times he would have died.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the momentum of the war horse plus spear was so great, he didn't know what it was like to crash, but he thought about it.

The Western cavalry was even more astonished than him, and the roar was as violent as a bell, and the besiegers could hear it clearly.

However, the black knight only took a few steps back, and then without a pause, his black greatsword swung again.

Moreover, such things are repeated again and again.

Whenever they thought that the black knight would not move again after this heavy blow, the black armor sounded again as if by magic, and the fight began.

Moreover, in terms of fighting efficiency, the Black Knight has not declined.

Finally, this cavalry team completely collapsed when it was only half a small one.

......

"The Black Knight is not human!"

"He can't be killed!"

The frightened soldiers, shouting hysterically, instantly infected the collapse to the remaining dozens of people, and they no longer attacked, they just wanted to stay away, away from the black knight.

Jones didn't know how much blood he had vomited, he didn't know if his ribs were broken, and he didn't know if his face would be as pale as a dead man's, he just knew that he couldn't fall.

The movement of the battle came to an abrupt end with the collapse of the Western Cavalry.

Jones's search for the horse seemed a little unhurried, at least the roars, shouts, and wails were gone, and the moonlit night was once again quiet as it should be.

He stepped on the stirrups and stepped on a group of tall white war horses among the remaining war horses, and the blood dripping from the armor formed an abrupt contrast with the white war horses.

Passing through a few discouraged Western cavalry, Jones scurried to the shadow of the hill in the distance again.

There is his castle, his soldiers, and it will also be the beginning of his revenge.

......

The hill became clear, the outline of the castle above was visible, and on the right was Jones's familiar oak grove, but now things were getting a little out of place.

From the very beginning, there was a faint stampede of war horses galloping behind him again, and this time the number of war horses definitely exceeded a hundred.

And in front of him, his own castle, there was still no movement.

If the enemy is about to fight at the door of the house, and the master does not come to greet him, are all the people inside dead? Or are the people behind them cavalry from the north?

......

No matter how the soldier explained, Adam would not have believed that the Black Knight alone had killed a hundred-man cavalry in such an open place.

His first reaction was that the leader of this cavalry team had miscommanded, and he was immediately ready to reprimand a few words.

However, when the remaining soldiers told him that the leader was dead and that it was his cousin Colin, Adam fell silent.

Then, when he counted how many cavalry he had lost, he suddenly had a feeling that the sky was dark—nearly two hundred cavalrymen had all died at the hands of one man.

Most of the soldiers in the western frontier have undergone formal military training, and unlike the peasants in other frontiers who directly become soldiers, the training of each western cavalry is expensive.

This time, just because he killed one person, he lost so much, if Lord Tywin knew, I'm afraid he would regret that he didn't use the stratagem and chose to send troops instead, right?

What worries Adam is that whoever makes Duke Tywin regret it, Duke Tywin will definitely not let him go easily.

So, now Sir Adam could only pray, praying that he would succeed in bringing back the Black Knight's head.

This will be the last straw.

.......

"Daddy Green, did you hear anything?" asked little Green's mother, who was hiding in the oak woods, warily.

They were now some distance from the moat, and in the dark, the two of them waited for their son while nervously watching all the movements.

"You can't be here to get us, are you?" asked Father Green, in horror, "It sounds like the sound of horses' hooves." ”

"Get down, quick!" replied little Green's mother at once, looking more courageous.

......

Soon after, a bloody battle unfolded in front of the two of them.

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Today I was disgusted by a guy who exploded at work, and he threatened me to go to see piracy if I didn't write according to his ideas, emmmmm, all I can say is that you think too much (and I deeply hate this kidnapping threat).

If you want me to change the outline now, you can start —— the Silver Alliance, and the rest is free to talk about, and the money is more, and the bears can do it, and you understand it (.designed, there will be no charges).