Not long after, on the side of Jingguan, the Palaubunes searched in four directions in a brigade of 2,000 people, leaving 2,000 people here to collect the bodies of their companions, and from time to time there were cries and roars floating in the distance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I glanced back at Ling Ling: "Ready?"

Ling Ling held the handguard sword tightly, and with the other hand gently stroked the head of his black-armored war horse, he said, "The situation is smoother than expected, if there are only two thousand people, our thousand black horsemen can easily push them." ”

I nodded: "Then push them." The four of them have been out for more than half an hour, and I will give you fifteen minutes, and after fifteen minutes, no matter what the result is, immediately withdraw from the battle!"

Ling Ling nodded excitedly, jumped on the black-armored war horse lying on the ground, and as soon as he pulled the reins, the war horse stood up with him on his back.

At the same time, a thousand black knights, wrapped in dark composite armor and pitch-black cloaks, stood up from the long grass like ghosts. Their horses had strips of cloth in their mouths and cotton tied to their hooves, and they were completely dark from top to bottom, completely blending into the night.

Ling Ling led them and trotted slowly in the dark night.

I finally know why the Dark Cathars always like to wear pitch black, even the blades of their guns are painted black, because only then can their devastating night combat abilities be brought to the fullest.

A thousand black knights were quickly within the dash distance, and I could hear their silent shouts.

The broad-bladed spear was flattened in an instant, and countless murderous qi suddenly burst out, rumbling thunderous horses' hooves rang out, and even the beautiful and brilliant Milky Way in the sky was covered by a sudden black cloud.

It was only then that the panting Svadias, tired from collecting the corpses of their companions, noticed the jet-black iron streams that had crashed into the night.

But at this time, because they had to collect the bodies of their comrades, their weapons were all put down, and those who had weapons in their hands were only the hundreds of infantry who were on guard on the outside.

Almost without suspense, the black iron stream smashed like a heavy hammer into the thin line of defense hastily constructed by the trembling Swadians. I could barely see any slowdown from the Black Knights, as if they were ploughing the fields, ploughing countless blood gullies out of the scattered Swadian formation.

Walk through the formation!

There was only a blur of flesh and blood behind him, mixed with the crumbling howls of the lucky ones and the breaking of their blades.

After passing through the formation, the black knights quickly descended, stopped two hundred meters away, and turned around, and the broad-bladed spears in the back row turned into the front row, pointing at this Shura field again.

The second round of sprints began......

Fifteen minutes passed as quickly as an eye, and when the last second of fifteen minutes was over, Ling Ling quickly withdrew from the battlefield with the black knight.

The battlefield ...... If it is a battlefield, it is more appropriate to say that it is a slaughterhouse, where the grass is flattened, and the ground is almost covered with a thin layer of blood, and the ground is smeared with minced meat and offal, and there is hardly a complete corpse.

Under the onslaught and trampling of thousands of elite heavy riders, all flesh lost its previous shape.

In fifteen minutes, Ling Ling's black rider trampled to death 1,7800 Swadia palace guards like crushing a swarm of ants, and most of the remaining two or three hundred people were on the verge of collapse, but he adhered to the limit of fifteen minutes, and as soon as the time passed, he immediately left with the black knight.

Ling Ling wanted to run back to where I was, but I waved at the direction of one of the Swadians who were searching outside, and Ling Ling immediately reacted, and ran there with the men and horses.

At this time, the four teams of Swadians, who had been out for half an hour, had already heard the strange movement, and hurried back, Ling Ling was going to encounter a team of two thousand Swadians, even if they could not be completely annihilated in a hurry, it could still give them a devastating blow to their morale.

What could be more shocking than being crushed by unidentified heavy cavalry on the outskirts of one's own capital?

Less than five minutes after Ling Ling left the battlefield, the first team of Svadia palace guards hurried back, and the bearded officer who rushed to the front stepped into the bloody mud of the clearing, and immediately jumped in fright.

The whole team of palace guards stopped their feet as if they were alone, and their eyes looked fixedly at the silent slaughterhouse, and the ducks that seemed to have been pinched by their necks could not say a word.

I don't know who was the first, knelt down, and then, the whole team of palace guards actually knelt down in a sparse way, and those who did not kneel down seemed to be caught in a nightmare, and trembled like chaff all over their bodies.

"Demons! It must be demons!" I heard the bearded man suddenly tremble and howl, "We are facing a demon!"

After a while, the other two teams of palace guards also returned, and their reactions were roughly the same, either being knocked to the ground by the huge shock, or they were dumbfounded.

Soon, they reacted, and there was still a team of palace guards who did not return!

At the same time, I also heard the sound of shouting and killing not far away, Ling Ling and the team of palace guards encountered, and the battle was going on.

The bearded officer, who didn't know where he got the courage, suddenly jumped up from the ground and shouted: "Whether it's a demon or something, there are our brothers over there, for the dignity of our Swadian knights, let's go and save them together, even if we really face the demons, we will die with our brothers!"

But the other two teams began to hesitate.

The bearded man was so anxious that he stamped his feet and said, "Don't hesitate any longer, if you hesitate any longer, those brothers will suffer the same nightmare, let's go quickly, maybe we can save some more people!"

At this time, the previous team of corpse collection team that had been ravaged by Ling Ling suddenly appeared and a person who was still alive suddenly appeared, pushed away the corpses piled up on him, and highlighted a mouthful of bloody mud: "It's a heavy cavalry! It's a heavy cavalry!"

The bearded man, and those who were shouting, stopped talking, and looked fixedly at the man who came out of the pile of dead people, and it was a long time before the bearded man called out: "Baron Schrom, it's Baron Schrom, he's still alive!"

The fellow named Schrom pushed away the man who had come to help him, and roared: "It's a heavy cavalry! Don't you understand, it's a heavy cavalry! A heavy cavalry that is no less powerful than a royal knight! Why, why are there heavy cavalry near Paraven? Is it a Rhodok? No! It's not a Kujit! Whose heavy cavalry is it!"

The bearded man said timidly, "Baron?"

Schrom suddenly laughed: "Heavy cavalry, haha, it's heavy cavalry, I finally saw heavy cavalry, why are there heavy cavalry......"

A young man next to the bearded man pulled his beard: "Baron, he ...... Probably already insane. ”

The corners of the bearded man's mouth twitched, he looked back at the fellows who were not moving forward, and said, "You guys, those who don't have the guts, just stay here and take care of the baron, and the rest are men, so come with me to rescue our brothers!

As he spoke, the bearded man drew his long sword and ran towards Ling Ling's battlefield. Behind him, the young lad stamped his foot and ran after him.

Then a group of people, after exchanging words, also ran along.

In the end, at least 4,000 people followed the bearded man to Ling Ling's battlefield, and more than 1,000 people remained, their faces were already flushed, but they never stepped out.

"Forget it......," said a little white-faced officer, looking at his side, "just let Silly John and them go to their deaths, and we will hurry back to Paraven, pass the news of the heavy cavalry back, and by the way, let people go and recover the head of Tuyas and Count Clais, as long as they come back, there will be nothing to fear." ”

I smiled, moved my squatting feet, which were already a little numb, stood up from the long grass in front of me, and said from afar: "Hey, hey, how can we let you go back!"

As I stood up, the Eyes of Death of the Grim Reapers, who were fanning out around the clearing, suddenly pulled the trigger.

A dense black cloud shrouded the melancholy people in the clearing from all directions.