Lancelot put in strict military discipline, forming a phalanx of 33 knights at one-meter intervals, gradually gaining the upper hand in foot combat, and defeating the unprotected fearless knights as they advanced. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the Fearless Knight was retreating, Florian suddenly called Frederick, knelt on the ground and hugged Ryan and called his brother.

Ryan panted and leaned in Florian's arms, his snow-white trench coat was spread out on the grass, and when he saw Frederick rushing over, he raised his hand tremblingly and pointed to the distance: "Ferdinand's head is ...... I was taken by the birdman......"

Frederick rushed over, half-knelt beside Ryan, and lowered his sword to tear Ryan's shirt open to reveal the wound. Sure enough, there were three parallel scratches on Ryan's chest, and blood was still bubbling in the ravine.

"The pleura seemed to be punctured, and his lungs were leaking. Don't speak, breathe lightly, and hold the wound. Frederick had learned some battlefield first aid techniques from Philia, and while giving urgent advice, he hurriedly poured hemostatic powder into the palm of his hand, and then held it on to the place where Ryan had a pneumothorax. Ryan raised his head in pain, grabbed Frederick's wrist harder, gritted his teeth and muttered, "Ferdinand...... It's going to be resurrected......"

"I know. Don't talk. Frederick pressed down on his comrade's wound, causing the hemostatic powder to quickly harden, and whispered comfort: "You lie down and don't move." Florian, take care of your brother. Then he drew his sword and looked around, and saw Ferdinand in the distance struggling to slaughter the forbidden army, and immediately held his breath, raised his long sword, and shouted to the dragoons in the distance:

"Your Majesty has been freed from the predicament, and on the orders of the emperor, the whole army will surround the Silesa invading army, and the long sword will be directed, leaving no grass behind!"

The dragoons in the distance heard the arrival of reinforcements sent by the emperor, and their morale was even more boosted, and they gradually assembled into a classical phalanx, using the irises and shield walls to reduce losses, confidently protecting Admiral Farina in the center, stubbornly resisting, and gradually changed from a separate battle with heavy casualties to a disciplined fortress camp.

Ferdinand, covered with javelins and swords, resembled a bitter hedgehog, but fearlessly climbed the statue of Venus, brandishing his saber and directing the battle. When he condescendingly saw Frederick leading the Silver Knights advancing over, he hated him so much that he turned his head and shouted: "Dracula, the classical phalanx of dragoons is too strong, you lead a company of knights, go and kill Frederick first!"

Dracula, who had eaten enough nutrients, wiped the blood hanging from his chin, his muscles were full like sarcomas, he threw himself in the crowd, no one could stop him, he was in a beautiful situation, he heard "kill Frederick", he immediately agreed, soared into the sky, and then swooped down on Frederick, whistling like an arrow.

More than fifty fearless knights were ordered to turn their spearheads, and like a herd of wildebeests galloping, they pressed against Frederick's silver phalanx.

Lancelot panted and raised his head and shouted, "The birdman is running down for His Highness!

Frederick knew that Dracula's dive speed was unmatched, so instead of running away, he stood in the dense crowd with his feet grounded, clutching the hilt of his half-meter-long sword with both hands and adjusting his breathing.

He took two shallow breaths, and the dark shadow cast by the birdman had already enveloped him. Dracula's wingspan was three meters wide, and when he pounced on Frederick, the wind blew and the grass fell down.

He carefully recalled Filia's presence against the dragon and calculated the distance of Dracula's dive. Finally, when the claws came to his face, the ideal messenger he held high also roared and accelerated, and slashed straight down, this straight knife was enough to split Dracula in two!

Frederick calculated very well that such a head-on collision, even if he was smashed by Dracula's sternum and his intestines hooked out by his claws, he could survive with the help of the artifact, but once Dracula died, Ferdinand's army lost air support, and it was a profitable deal.

Secondly, Dracula is just a mercenary, and he does not necessarily have the consciousness of a dead man.

Sure enough, at the last moment, Dracula sensed Frederick's attempt to "ensure mutual destruction", and immediately squeaked in anger, tilted his wings, and gave up preying on Frederick, so he dodged the sword, and then Dracula tried to pull up the height and find another opportunity.

But Otto rushed up from behind Frederick and scolded: "Do you want to run if you offend me?" He took three steps with his sword and stomped on Frederick's back, and the other on Frederick's shoulder, causing his brother to fall down, but Otto leaped into the air and struck Dracula's drooping right lower limb with a sword.

Then Otto fell on the grass, rolled on his bones, and ran to Frederick with his sword to check on his brother's injuries.

"You're so heavy. Frederick scrambled to his sword, staring at Otto, who was in full steel armor, and grumbled.

"Now I can forgive you. Otto said expressionlessly.

Dracula's angry screams were heard from the sky, and Dracula fell on his bloody right leg, fluttering wildly in the sky, and finally landed on the bell tower, wrapped his body into a dumpling with his wings, and bowed his head to lick his wounds.

However, under Ferdinand's targeted mobilization, a large number of fearless knights have surrounded the Silver Knights in black pressure.

"Maintain the formation! Flanks fold, change the first echelon!" Lancelot fought bloodily, and the order was hoarse.

"Our Knights are not equipped with a Iris Shield, and Ferdinand is trying to eat us!" Otto was anxious.

At that moment, a fiery red silhouette appeared on the roof of the palace. It was a red-haired knight, with a face adorned like a delicate hair ornament, a long skirt that rose and fell like a flame in the wind, a warm skirt inlaid with snow-white silver armor, not only the bulging armor covering the chest to reflect the sun, but also the handsome pure steel gauntlets shining on the waist.

Philia stood at the top of the palace with her waist up, tilting her head to look down on Frederick in danger. The graceful waist cuts the sunlight into a charming S-shaped line, lined with the red dress that inspires and rolls, making her like a seductive flame, forever jumping persistently, never extinguished in the wind.

At the same time, the Silver Knights raised their heads to look at the reinforcements, and a round of sun suddenly ignited in their hearts, warming their whole bodies, because they saw the hope of survival!

Ferdinand gritted his teeth and stared at Filia, the size of a grain of rice, and stomped his feet vigorously: "On this knot, it's unexpected!"

Then Philia silently pulled out the Wind King Sword from her back.

As if receiving a signal, the palace wall collapsed abruptly, and the grizzled brothers Ness and Nils broke through the wall, leading the dragoons of the second squadron, roaring and raising their swords and galloping, relying on the armor of the sword fast, without hesitation to attack the right flank of the dreadnought knight.

Ferdinand waved his hands and shouted: "That's the dragoons of the second squadron, there are only 12 of them!

The morale of the dreadnought knights was greatly boosted, and they struggled to resist the dragoons under the encouragement of the prince, and then the dreadnought knights were instantly beaten to a mess, their formation was like a black cloth that had been cut, and they were rushed into two by the dragoons at once, and the Nice and Nils brothers were like mad dogs, continuing to lead the team to carry out a large depth of intersperse, like wielding a knife to cut the water, breaking the other party into two front and back, although this move made the second squadron quickly fall into the dilemma of being surrounded, but directly alleviated Frederick's crisis, and transferred all the pressure to the lone second squadron! (To be continued.) )