Tree fell, tree fell, tree fell, tall trees fell, branches were cut off, leaves were cut off, tops were cut hard, logs were set on baggage wagons, and halfway through the hour, nearly ten siege engines had now been made.

Benson's face was solemn, Karazan's army was making battering rams, intending to use them to break through the phalanx, these siege vehicles must be destroyed, otherwise when they go to the battlefield, then the originally rock-solid phalanx will be cut like soft white bread.

But the heavily armed cavalry roamed around, protecting the battering ram from being destroyed, and the cavalry led by Benson was only eleven people, if he wanted to break through the layers of protection and destroy the siege ram, it was tantamount to whimsy, and even if he wanted to cause some harassment, he couldn't do it, and even if all these siege engines were destroyed, then the angry Karazan cavalry would definitely not let them go, and if he died here, then what was the point? Banson wanted to regain the lost power and status, and disdained the so-called glory.

Although he couldn't destroy the siege engine, Benson felt very regretful, although the temptation was huge, but after weighing the pros and cons, he still decided to retreat, just bring the news back, the task given to him by the count is nothing more, just complete this task, when the time comes, lead the cavalry regiment to lead the team back, raid this camp, destroy all the siege vehicles, then he will inevitably regain the trust of the duke, return to the court to occupy a place.

"Retreat. Benson said.

"But my lord, if you let these siege engines ......," said the young cavalryman.

"Shut up. Benson glared at the young rider with cold eyes like a viper, and the cavalry was too silent to say a word.

"If you want to die, I won't stop you. But our task is to bring this information back, and the Earl will naturally make a judgment on the rest of the matter. Benson said.

Eleven horses galloped back towards their camp, Max had already been thrown off by them, and in Benson's eyes, a young man like Max was still too young and too simple, and needed to be sharpened.

The road was unobstructed and unimpeded, and Benson was in a particularly good mood, as long as he was three hundred meters ahead, it was safe, and that was under the control of Noamun's army.

Benson suddenly reined in his horse, and the others tightened their grip on the reins and stopped. In front of them, there was a Karazan cavalry of more than thirty people, led by none other than Edgar.

Edgar Pinto pointed his spear at Benson and said, "Do you think you can leave when you come?"

Benson stepped forward and said with a sinister smile, "What if we have to go." ”

"Then leave your tongues behind. Edgar's face was grim, not in the slightest as if he was joking.

"Block them. Benson commanded his cavalry, and then galloped to the side.

Edgar stopped his men who wanted to pursue him, and said, "They're handed over to you, I'll chase that guy." ”

After Edgar went to chase Benson, the remaining Karazan and Noamon cavalry looked at each other, and then a cry of charge broke out, this is war, no matter how unconscionable the order is, but it must be obeyed.

"I know that I have been abandoned, but I can still strictly obey the orders of the commander. The Earl of Noamon had a good group of soldiers. Not far away, looking at the two cavalry strangled together, Julian sighed.

In another place, Edgar pursued Benson, both of whom had good horses, but in the end, it was the Karazan horses that were slightly better, and Benson's horses were a little tired after a long journey.

Benson looked back at Edgar, who was gradually closing the distance between him, and knew that he had nowhere to escape, and decided to fight to the death, if he won, he would return safely.

Benson stopped, his face grim, raised his spear, and stared at the oncoming Edgar.

Seeing that Benson was not running away, Edgar stopped his horse. The two stared at each other, and the air around them seemed to freeze.

"Have you made up your mind?!" said Edgar.

"I want you to pay for your arrogance. Benson said.

"Let's settle it the knightly way. In Lower Edgar Georgia, a vassal of Yurian McCarvey, Count of Karazhan. ”

"Benson Kenning, a vassal of Earl Andrew Noammon. ”

The two raised their spears, and Benson glared at Edgar like a devouring beast, and Edgar was too calm to guess what was in his mind.

"Ahh

"Ahh Edgar followed suit.

In the moment when the two staggered, Edgar turned around, the tip of Benson's spear slashed through his cheek, taking only a few strands of blonde hair, and the spear in Edgar's hand pierced Benson's chest correctly, Benson's knight fell off his horse, the spear was still stuck in his body, pinning him to the ground, blood kept gushing up his throat, overflowing his entire mouth, Benson was very angry, but he couldn't say a word, his horse didn't seem to find that his master had fallen from its back, still kept running forward, and then gradually disappeared into Benson's hazy sight。