At least five hundred...... No, there's still to come!

When this group of at least 500 gray cloaks stood in the square, there was another sound of neat footsteps at the western intersection, and a team of equally neat gray cloaks continued to appear in the square, and the square was already a little crowded at this time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Only a small fraction of the grey cloaks were squeezed in, and at least four-fifths of the rest remained outside the village, which looked like five hundred, if not about five hundred.

But that's not all. Beside the gray cloak outside the village, a group of knights in gray robes and black horses slowly turned out, silent and solemn like a murderous stone, this team of knights lined up the crescent moon array next to the gray cloak outside the village, and there were about five hundred.

Three five hundred, a whole squadron of cathars.

A whole squadron of cathars whose strength has not been attrition at all.

But that's not all. My eyes fell on the hands of the five hundred gray cloaks in the square, they were actually holding sniper crossbows of extremely exquisite workmanship, and each of them had a broad-bladed saber of more than three feet hanging from their waists, and from the gray cloaks that were faintly blown by the wind, it could be seen that they were carrying half-human black iron ornamental shields on their backs, and they were actually wearing tungsten steel chain mail that only dark hunters were qualified to wear.

I immediately looked at the five hundred Grey Cloaks who had not yet fully entered the village. Their cloaks were tightly covered, but they were uniformly dressed in well-covered helmets, and in their hands were steel cone-tipped spears or long, blunt-tipped knives that were a man tall.

It is a chopping knife similar to the one I designed, with a slender blade that occupies half the length of the entire knife, and the handle is made of wrought iron with several loops of twine wrapped around it to absorb the sweat oozing from the palm. I once had the idea of asking my brothers to stay in Banbu Mountain to have a big knife in their hands, but they had to give up due to financial pressure. But now in front of me are hundreds of long chopping knives that are not inferior to the broadsword I designed, and the combat power that can be exerted will be amazing.

Not to mention those black knights who stayed outside the village, as long as they kept a little heart, they could see that the war horses under the crotches of the five hundred knights were actually equipped with mounted vests on their chests, abdomen and buttocks, and what emerged from under the gray cloak that tightly wrapped the body of the knights on the horses was actually a gold-edged black helmet and dark black steel boots of unknown materials.

Not to mention the broad-bladed spears that stood tall in the air, the spotless steel shields and maces that hung from the saddle as if they had been washed by the rain.

What kind of weapon is this?

Five or six tall horses slowly moved in my direction, and the gray cloaks in front of them neatly branched out into a wide passage, as Moses did when he entered the Red Sea.

The knights on horseback, wearing cold black covered helmets, stopped in front of me. I felt like all my eyes that had not squinted before were focused on me.

At the center of the knights' cluster was a striking black cloak, wrapped in a cloak of riders with a gold-rimmed covered helmet, and the cold iron mask shone with a different kind of slaughter in the bloody wind.

The rider's cold face turned to me, and after a while, he suddenly said with an urn, "Are you Emmons?"

I grinned and nodded.

The rider asked, "You commanded this battle?"

I looked at the scattered corpses and nodded.

The rider snorted suddenly, and two words popped out in a cold voice: "Stupid!"

He didn't seem to be satisfied, and added two more words: "mediocre!"

He said: "Since you have such a strong fighting force, why do you want to fight them hard in the square? Why don't you use these houses as a barrier to fight a hard-fought street battle?"

I was stunned, and I said, yes, why do we rush out and block the intersection? Why don't we fight in the streets?

My head buzzed at once, almost with ease, and I came to the conclusion that if we had been prepared for street fighting from the very beginning, then our losses could have been reduced by at least two-thirds before the arrival of this well-armed cathar.

The rider said coldly: "It's a pity that these brothers, all of whom are hot-blooded men of my dark order, have all died in the hands of such a mediocre talent. ”

With that, he turned his horse's head and withdrew.

I gritted my teeth and shouted at his back, "Who are you?"

The rider didn't look back, and said coldly: "As long as you let the most elite brothers of our sect die a few less, you will naturally know who I am." After speaking, he suddenly added a whip, and the war horse under his crotch accelerated, and returned to the cavalry formation in an instant. Then the whole group moved slowly, first the cavalry, then the infantry, then the rows of crossbowmen in the village square.

Like a gray stream of iron, it leaves north.

My heart felt like it was dripping blood, full of regret and self-blame.

Light doesn't know when it appeared behind me. It's strange that just now he hid and didn't say a word. He said, "Don't blame yourself too much, everyone will say afterwards, let that guy try to change places?"

I ignored him, and I said, "You're afraid of that guy just now?"

Guangguang was stunned for a moment, and smiled awkwardly: "It's not that I'm very afraid." Just ......"

I didn't wait for him to finish, and then asked, "Do you know who he is?"

Guangguang's smile retracted, and he said, "Python's Fang, Death's Eye, Dark Elite Knight." The elite of these Dark Order's cathars, the old soldiers, are all under his command. Although I don't know who he is, shouldn't I be cautious? But you, as the number one person in the Dark Order who is now quite loud, don't even know who he is, which is a bit too unreasonable. ”

My face burned slightly, and I beckoned to a young brother sitting on the ground in the distance: "Romus, do you know who that lord is just now?"

Romus looked at me blankly, then in the direction the man had left, thought for a moment, and said, "That's the Overseer of our Fifteenth Brigade." A messenger sent down by God. ”

I chuckled inwardly, the Overseer of the Fifteenth Brigade, the one who has been curious since I arrived in Tarbolia? and, it sounds, he has another identity that scares people to death, the Divine Messenger?

Guangguang directly weakened his legs and fell to the ground.

It took me a long time to realize that the Overseer had no connection to the three men standing at the bottom of the Dark Order's pyramid. The Overseer was a mid-level priest, but he was surprisingly well-versed in his military and liberal manners, and was not only loved by the congregation, but also attracted a large number of followers. This is not the point, the point is that the priest's appearance is accompanied by an image, a fire from the sky, the fire does not break the body, and there is nothing wrong with raising his hands to set fire, and everyone says that he is an envoy sent by the god of fire, Medius, to the mortal world.

As Romus said this, he looked at me with adoration on his face, and said, "This is the same image you had in Talboria, Captain!"

I just remembered that this Romus had come with me all the way from Talbolia, and he was my old subordinate. But I was immediately dumbfounded by Romus's description...... Is this, Lord Overseer, the same trick I am playing?

I was a little proud and regretful, proud that I seemed to be on the same path as the Overseer, and regretted that if I had played this trick earlier, I might have been a mid-level priest by now, a mid-level priest, and I would have been on a par with Mebius.

Thinking of Mebius, I suddenly felt a sense of crisis for no reason.

There is also a stream of iron outside the village, and steel castings generally stay on the grassland. I don't know when the rain began to fall, washing their cloaks and armor.

I squinted and looked over there. A black knight with a light sword and a fast horse came running right from outside the village and stopped in front of me. Immediately there was a young lad.

He said, "Captain Emmons, I am Akmund, the herald of the 1st Guards Cavalry Centurion of the 1st Squadron of the 3rd Squadron of the 15th Brigade, and Lord Overseer has ordered our 100 to stay behind and cover the retreat of you and your brother. ”

I rolled my eyelids and asked angrily, "Retreat? Where to retreat?"

"Harlan Gosburg, our route is through the north end of the Central Ranch to Harlan Gosburg," Akmund said. ”

I scratched my head: "Harongosburg, isn't that in the hands of the Svadias, isn't it looking for death there?"

Akmund said, "Then I don't know, it's an order from the Overseer." ”

I said, "What if I don't do it?"

Akmund's face immediately became solemn, his lips moved, and he said, "I'll ask." Then he hurried back to the cavalry, and after a while he came back out of breath, saying, "Lord Overseer, if you don't do it, court-martial." ”

Military law means that death is not to be heard. I looked at the black horsemen outside the village, and knew that if I said a word, they would soon be transformed from convoys to firing squads. I pursed my lips and said, "Okay, but I have too many brothers on my hands, and I need stretchers, wagons, people's husbands, and everything else that can help them walk." ”

This time, Akmund reacted quickly, and he smiled and said, "No problem, these can be requisitioned on the spot." ”

I didn't react for a moment, but I soon understood what it meant to be requisitioned on the spot. Akmund beckoned to the cavalry, and at once twenty or so knights came and entered the chambers of the villagers of Emirin one by one, and took with them the bedboards, the door panels, the carts, the animals, and all the adult men and girls of school age.

An officer, who looked like the commander of this cavalry, lifted the iron mask covering his helmet, revealing a brownish-red beard. He grinned and shouted at the trembling villagers of Emilin on the field: "Now, all the livestock, property and people of Emilin have been requisitioned by our Dark Order, and those who dare to resist will be killed, and those who dare to flee will be killed! Listen to us obediently, and let you be released when the time comes, otherwise, the slaughter of the village will be a matter of blink of an eye." This is also a punishment for you to sit idly by and watch the children of my Order be slaughtered. With that, he pulled out a steel hoe from his waist and blasted the head of a bandit who was dying and still dying.

All the villagers didn't dare to make a sound, and they gasped.

The bearded man shouted again: "Now, take the wounded, let's go!"