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Taking advantage of the Swadia knights' adjustments, Chief Lakum led the Mamluk legions towards them like a thunderbolt. He pointed his sword at the brightly armored knights, and shouted so loudly that the horses raised their hooves. The Mamluks leaned down on their horses' necks, flattened their spears, and charged forward.

The best forces of the two armies fought. After the spear in his hand broke, it was a collision between swords and swords. The shield broke, the armor was stained with blood, and the knight rolled off his saddle like a felled tree. The cloak of death stretched out endlessly, and the splendor of their lives was collected in it, sleeping forever in darkness!

Salander's army adjusted its formation, rushing fiercely like a large army of Swadia, like two large shields colliding together, and the hot air seemed to tremble. The Swadians were better armed, but the Salanders were better versed in the art of the desert, and the two sides were entangled as if they were two wrists fighting, and once they fell, they never had a chance to get up.

In this way, as the minutes passed, more and more people fell on the battlefield, gurgling blood instead of dry blood. The whole battlefield was like a whirlpool, and all the soldiers went to battle! They mixed together, with weapons, with their bodies, until they finally fell to the ground, like a stone without consciousness. Finally, the main force of the Salanders showed signs of being unable to hold on, they all shouted loudly, but they fell helplessly, and the infantry with axes were already gritting their teeth and holding on, and Muhai was anxious in the fight.

On the other side, the Swadia knights were also gradually inferior in the confrontation, they were already inferior in numbers, and suffered a fatal blow from the Mamluks, but they still showed confidence and unyielding, and the banner of the three swords still fluttered like a sky. At this moment, something terrible happened to the Swadians.

Chief Hurasen returned with his legions of light infantry, and the old light infantry, which was easily routed but not easily conquered, strode forward like a flood.

Chief Rakum shouted in joy, and the Mamluks seemed to have doubled their strength.

Retreat!, Machico, who was nearby, shouted to Count Ellene, think for the Knights!

Count Ellen had thrown away his torn armor, and the blood reflected his calm and solemn look, and his voice trembled a little, but soon calmed down and was full of majesty: I must not leave this battlefield where so many warriors have fallen.

A Kugit arrow flew and plunged firmly into the throat of Count Ellenn, and blood gushed out, and he fell from his horse like an oak tree to the ground. He felt that life was passing, and his vague consciousness appeared in his life with the scenes of his life and the faces of the people he had met, and the golden shadow of his hair finally flickered before his eyes, and he remembered the warm fragrance, but he could no longer see the face of the owner of the shadow.

The light infantry drowned him like a tidal wave, and the knights were in disarray, but they all fought to the death.

The Mamluk regiments quickly advanced behind the victorious Swadia army and launched a final assault. The Swadians were cut down like straw. The counts began to lead their attendants in retreat.

This day belongs to the people of Saland.

Besture put away his Kugit bow, and he saw with his own eyes that the man had been shot from an arrow and drowned in a sea of people, and he was afraid that he was already unrecognizable. He didn't expect to hit the target with his first arrow, but it seemed to imply that everything was going well. He recognized the familiar flag from a distance, and this undoubtedly aroused in his heart hatred and disgust, for its true owner was long gone. He knew in his heart, or believed he knew, that the incident had nothing to do with the Count who had been fighting in the crowd, but he did nothing but hide his whereabouts and fled to Salander to become a Kujit whom no one knew. Until this day, in the heat of noon, as if no different from the usual way he had slain the desert bandits, he overheard the news, as if driven by some unknown force, and ran here desperately, just as he had fled from the tribe and fled from Svadia, and shot this kugit arrow. There were no surprises as a result, and he always hit the target. He breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally gotten rid of this power. He saw the Swadia flag fall, and the Swadias began to retreat, and then inevitably fled. Another wave of enthusiasm surged from his heart, and he rode forward, his eyes bursting with a fierce light that he had not seen in more than ten years.

The Swadian army was routed, but the Salanders were in no hurry to catch up, knowing that the Swadian army would not stop there, but they also had confidence in themselves, after all, the Chosen Son Sultan had not yet arrived, and the unknown Lady of Asona had nothing to fear. So they regrouped and returned with their heads held high as victors, and they did not care about the old man who galloped away in nomadic clothes.

Like a tried and tested hunter, Bestur skillfully followed the trail of the rout, calm and unfazed, and his previous excitement was firmly controlled in his heart. They ran out of the desert, and the greenery gradually appeared in front of them, as if this told them that their lives had been saved, and the strange and unforgiving yellow sand had been moved away, replaced by the familiar grassland. The army behind has come here to meet them, and the follow-up pursuers did not arrive to disappoint the responding troops, they originally hoped to show their bravery, in their opinion, these deserters are some cowardly guys, if they are on the battlefield just now, they will fight to the death. But they suppressed their disdain, gathered the deserters, and obeyed the arrangements of the counts, who had calmly retreated, and slowly withdrew all the way, and restored the orderly order they had when they arrived. Bestur couldn't hide his disappointment in his heart, the person he wanted to see probably wouldn't appear. But he still followed them, depending on some kind of determination.

The procession proceeded like this, until for an inconspicuous moment, when it slowly stopped and began to make a small noise, as if it had just received some news. Besture watched them intently in a long patch of grass, wondering what the news was, when he was seized by a thought.

After waiting patiently for a while, Besture saw the red and white striped banner in the distance, his gaze still as sharp as an eagle. He knew who the man was, and he tightened his grip on the kugit bow and stroked the string to calm the turbulent excitement in his heart. The army began to erupt in roaring cheers, and their invincible queen arrived, many of whom had not yet seen but had heard of the deeds of the legendary lady for a long time, as if the fluttering flag were a sign of victory.

Mrs. Ezona was the first in the group to raise her arms in the air, her smile as relatable as ever. Besture was in a trance, and he remembered Leon's smile vividly, which he had seen more than once in the clinking of glasses in the tavern and the dim lights, under the deep and boundless starry night sky, and in the silence of the battlefield. He shook his head vigorously, as if trying to get some disgusting thought out of his head. He saw Lady Asona appear distinctly in the crowd. He pulled out a kugit arrow, put it on the bowstring, and pulled it apart, just as he had repeated countless times. When he's so focused and trying to hit a target, he's never missed. But he didn't have time to think about it now, and he gasped slightly, a bead of sweat dripping down his pale sideburns.

He let go of his hand and shot the arrow.

Had Lady Asona not fallen from her horse at this time and for some unknown reason, there was no doubt that the kugit arrow would have plunged into her throat and killed her. She suddenly fell from her horse, and the fall was so hard that the soldiers were stunned, but the time of surprise had not yet been able to make them form an idea, and the kugit arrow made a sharp sound in the air. So what should have been a laughing stock has become a miracle that the Karadians talk about in the future.

The rest of the matter went smoothly, and his personal guards hurriedly stepped forward to check on the injury, but fortunately there was no major problem. Aisona's expression remained calm, as if nothing had happened. The light cavalry in the unit had already rushed out, heading in the direction where the arrows were flying.

Besture looked at the cavalry running towards him, feeling calm and peaceful. He knew the final fate in his heart, but he felt extremely happy. He seemed to spend his whole life just to shoot this arrow, and all his passion, all his life energy, was poured into this kugit arrow. Now he seems to be a new life, if he can, he can even really start a new life, he can learn Saran, he can grow dates, he can even be a bodyguard for a caravan, he used to despise those guards the most. Exhausted but fearless, he fell to the ground and breathed deeply in the steppe air. The light cavalry quickly rushed to his side, and when he saw the tired old man who had fallen peacefully to the ground, his eyes were full of disbelief. But the bow and arrow beside him are incontrovertible evidence. Besture felt pain again as he lost consciousness, and he felt someone hit him on the head with a large stick, when in fact it was a dagger cutting off his head. But he didn't care, he was pale, he didn't know life or death, and the fresh air with a slight earthy smell left a vague impression on him at the last before his head separated from his body.

This is how Feljans and Bhaska learned of the defeat and the deaths of Ellen and Macchico at Fort Redion. Fairjans only felt that the news came so quickly that he could not even react, he did not want to shed tears, but he felt sadness, not for the death of his father, but for some kind of vicious prank. He felt tired and helpless, and the ashes of his emotions burned out covered his soul, and he couldn't remove it. Baska wept bitterly, for the imaginary grief of the loss of his father, and for the lonely old Macchico.

Fairyance felt that what had happened since he left home in search of the vanished knight was like a dream, with the sudden changes and tears that characterize dreams, unreal characters and unimaginable images. After he experienced this, he didn't seem to be able to do anything but sigh. He felt more and more that Leon Xiluo was unreal, he seemed to be a character in everyone's imagination, a lone wanderer in the night, a knight who adhered to orthodoxy, a relentless suitor, and the passion and contemplation in that diary. These things are like legendary verses, which can dance in his mind, but they are not as shocking and destructive as a certain death, and those dances are too light. He thought of Porcha, of the old man, of Macchico, of his father, of whom he had just met.

"Baska, I'm leaving, you go back to the village. Fellyans suddenly threw out such a sentence. Baska was stunned for a moment, and did not speak for a while.

"Where are you going?" Baska finally reacted.

"I want to go to Salander, I don't want to be Ferjans anymore. ”

Bhaskar was stunned, he obviously didn't understand what Ferjans meant. After a long silence, he still said to go with him.

"I still want to go again. His voice was sincere, but it also carried unlost sadness.

Fellyans nodded.

It's still night, but they don't want to wait any longer. The night sky outside was dark and vast, and not even a trace of starlight appeared, hidden in the clouds. They mounted their horses and galloped across the grassland, the wind blew, the grass rose and fell, and the night dew had a cool, moist feeling. They felt a little cold and wrapped up some of their clothes. The galloping horse snorted and exhaled hot air. In the distance was an empty and lonely darkness.

The next day they rested for the night in Halma, and then resumed their journey early in the morning. And so on the third day they arrived at Mazgen, and they saw the remains of the battlefield, which the vultures had not yet destroyed. They were still terrified from the depths of their hearts, and they came closer. The two hadn't spoken much these days, but they were deeply moved by the importance of each other at this time, and they understood that they needed company at this time.

At noon they passed through the Garmiede Fort when they were spotted by the sentries, who escorted them into the castle. The two poor young men could only say a few words of Sarandis, and could not explain who they were. It wasn't until a veteran saw them and said a few words to the young soldier who was holding them that they were released. The veteran told them to follow him in a non-standard Swadia.

Two bewildered young men followed him out of the castle, and they walked further into the desert, the air was dry and warm, and the three of them remained silent, as if there was no end to the journey. I don't know how long I walked, but the two bewildered and embarrassed young men who followed the veteran heard a hoarse but simple voice: "What are you doing here?"