In order to seize the slim chance of life, the defeated soldiers constantly attacked the defensive line.

"Don't let them pass, anyone who dares to storm the front line will be killed. The knight ordered.

The corpses were piled up higher and higher in front of the battle, but there were no Karazhan soldiers in them, it was all the soldiers of the Count of Noamun who were killing each other.

"Please, let me go, I have an eight-year-old child. ”

"Please, please, I want to live, I'm only seventeen, let me live. ”

......

The defeated soldiers pleaded bitterly and fell to their knees, and the Count of Noammon, who witnessed this scene, turned pale, but there was nothing he could do but let his soldiers fall into a situation of cannibalism.

"Charge, charge, and crush that milky hairy boy head-on. "Count Noamon is like an angry lion.

"No, sir. Who knows what the cunning Count Karazan will have left. And if we attack abruptly now, our formation will be in chaos. Count Karazan seems to be relaxed, but he is actually anxious, we must wait for Count Simon's army, once Count Simon's army arrives, we can flank Count Karazan in front and back, he will be defeated at that time, and the more time drags on, the better it will be for us. Baron Philip admonished.

"Hmph. Although the Count of Noamon was furious, the concentration he had cultivated over the years kept him from losing his mind, and he had to swallow the bitter fruit and admit his defeat.

The routs continued to use their flesh and blood to slam forward with the thorn-like spear array, smashing into thousands of holes, blurring flesh and blood, and the cry of grief echoed among the soldiers. Because they are all their countrymen, they come from the same homeland, and before the war they said they would go back together, but now they have to kill their friends with their own hands.

Seeing that their former friends were unwilling to give them a way out, the defeated soldiers began to pick up their swords and charge the spears. At this moment, the chess pieces on the chessboard, which originally belonged to the Count of Noamun, became Julian's soldiers, attacking the enemy for Julian.

Faced with the cruel scene, all the flesh could not bear to look at it, they pursed their lips and said nothing, but only Julian was weathered, and his eyes flashed with a demonic smile.

"My lord, let's attack. Knight Edgar's righteous heart is at work again, he said.

"Nope. Julian waved his hand, "Wait, soon Count Noamun's second line of defense will be broken." ”

"Henry, it's me, I'm your cousin, let me pass, for the sake of you and I growing up together, please, for my mother's sake. A rout shouted into the middle of the formation.

"William, is that you? damn it, why are you here, why are you in this damn war. A pikeman shouted to the rout in front of him, and he bowed his head sadly, the spear he had clenched in his grip bent down like an autumn ear of wheat.

This scene of recognizing relatives is not only a column, but the calls of relatives echo one after another in front of the battle.

"Blessed be his name forever as all flesh and blood hath taught us to love our brothers. Yurian closed his eyes and prayed to the sky with his hands clenched in front of his chest.

The second line of defense of the Count of Noamon collapsed, and the soldiers gradually laid down their spears, they could not let their brothers die here, and the formation showed its flaws, and the routers took the opportunity to cross the line and rushed inside, one, two, three, four......

No matter how the centurion reprimanded, or even drew the long sword at his waist and killed a soldier who had laid down his arms on the spot, it did not have the slightest deterrent effect at that time, they had lost the will to fight, and once they put down the weapon in their hands, it was difficult to pick it up.

"It's now, rush. Julian drew his sword and pointed it forward.

Thousands of troops and horses charged towards the second line of defense of Count Noamun like a rushing torrent, the horses neighed, and Karazan's eagle banner fluttered in the wind, which swept through the thousands of troops and made the earth tremble, feeling the trembling of the earth, a soldier of the second line of defense raised his head, but found that the spear of the cavalry was in front of him, he was pierced through the heart by the spear, and closed his eyes forever.

The original copper wall is now full of flaws, and Karazhan's knights destroyed Count Noamon's front with a devastating force, and the second line of defense, which was originally expected by Count Noamun, can be said to be self-defeating, and it was destroyed by Karazan's cavalry without organizing any decent counterattack. Karazhin's cavalry shattered the line to pieces, and the infantry that followed killed the enemy who tried to resist, leaving them to fight on their own, or throwing down their weapons and fleeing for their lives.

"Your Excellency, do you want to gather these routs?" asked one of the knights.

Edgar glared at him, but the knight was unmoved, his eyes were only Julian, in his mind the young earl was no longer a ridiculous lord, and a rising sun, under his scorching sun, any enemy would be reduced to ashes.

"No need, let them run, let them live. Julian said.

Edgar breathed a sigh of relief, this war was really against his knighthood, in his opinion, the war should be above board, a gladiatorial struggle between the two sides face to face, not a slaughterhouse with no bottom line.

"Why?" asked the knight, puzzled.

"The reason why they attacked their own defences instead of attacking us was because they thought they had a better chance of surviving that way, they had already been crushed by us once and couldn't rebuild their confidence to face my Rider again. But if you chase them to a dead end, then they will fight the beasts, and you must know that the power of the people in the desperate place is terrible, and although I am not worried about how much damage they will cause, I am not willing to face more trouble, because then we will lose more than we gain. Julian explained.

"I am a great man, with clear insight, and I am simply a natural battlefield commander, and I believe that under your leadership, we will be invincible in all battles, and the southern territory will be great again. The knight flattered.

"yes, hahaha, I think I'm a genius. Julian was not shy about the knight's flattery, but threw up his head and laughed triumphantly.

"But!" Julian's gaze suddenly sharpened as he stared at the third line of hoplites and hoplites, "Whoever hurts me will be punished!"