"Is this about to end?" The cold light was dazzling, but Bai Ou fell into a dazed state, he heard the sound of his bones shattering, and then his whole body flew out heavily, his whole body ached, and the bright red blood directly blurred his retina, "Salander, my hometown!" Bai Ou felt that his life was disappearing quickly, and his mind came to mind the path full of purple and red helichrysum in the family garden, and the girl in the red dress waiting for him at the end of the path, at this moment, he was full of a kind of nostalgia, nostalgic for the path he walked in his childhood, nostalgic for the big banyan tree engraved with his name, nostalgic for those beautiful times when there was no war, no blood, no hunger,

"Akira, I've let you down!" Looking at the blood-colored world that was spinning in the sky, thinking of the name of his best friend, the corners of Bai Ou's bloody young mouth showed a wry smile, his eyes were sloppy, and his body fell to the sky

"Bai Ou, what are you in a daze, why don't you kill him for me!" A terrible angry scolding suddenly made him sober up,

The illusion receded, and the real situation reflected in his blood-colored eyes, there was no garden, there was no girl in a red dress, and he was surrounded by companions who were being chased and cut down by the Norman cavalry, and he saw the head of one of his companions flying into the air, columns of blood spurting out of the headless body, and the corpse was still running forward,

The Normandy cavalry had completely rushed in, and there were fierce hand-to-hand fights and battles everywhere, the cold light of the weapons on both sides continued to bring blood light, and the heavy war horses with violent whistling sounds, crushed from the front of the entire ranks, and countless agricultural forks also met with mortal determination,

In the midst of these chaotic images, he saw a tall back covered in blood, blocking in front of him, tall and even completely blocking the light in front of him,

The sharp tip of the spear stabbed out from the back of the body, thick blood mixed with bone slag, and the spear that came out. sprayed his own face behind him, and the voice of scolding himself was shouted by this person

"Wallal!"

Bai Ou felt a surge of blood, from the strength of the other party, Bai Ou recognized at a glance who was the person who pushed himself away at the critical moment and blocked the fatal shot for himself.

There is no doubt that the one with broken bones is not himself, but Valal. "Why don't you kill him soon, do you want me to really hang up to be happy?" Valal turned his head in pain and shouted at him who was half-sitting on the ground in a daze,

At this moment, Bai Ou found that Valal's thick hands were holding the spear that the Norman heavy cavalry pierced into his body, and his face was full of pain and large beads of sweat rolling down, and the Norman heavy cavalry was scrambling to find a second weapon, trying to kill the fugitive who was entangled in him.

Just a few seconds. A pair of heavy iron flails were already held in the hands of the Norman heavy cavalry, "Die!"

Raised high, Bai Ou could even see the smug smile on the corner of the Normandy cavalryman's mouth. As soon as the flail falls, Valal, who is nailed to the gun, will inevitably end up with a flowering head

Bai Ou is like a spring, at a lightning speed. He picked up a fork from the ground that had broken in half and threw it at the throat of the heavy cavalryman, knowing that it was for the sake of his head movement.

The armor of the cavalry in the throat is generally a ring-type soft chain mail, judging from the situation of his previous arrow piercing a cavalryman, the soft chain mail with an iron ring is most afraid of sharp piercing, "Bang Chang"

Sure enough, the Norman heavy cavalry had to stop the flail that was about to be shot down, and raised the cavalry shield on his left hand in a panic to block the sharp agricultural fork that shot at his throat, and in his eyes, the lives of these lowly Salander slaves were not worth the fight of a high knight like himself, and the agricultural fork hit the solid semi-arc shield without any suspense, making a crisp sound, and then bounced to the side,

In these few seconds, Bai Ou, who was athletic enough, quickly pulled out the cavalry longbow in his hand according to the family's secret method, and there was a crisp sound of "creaking", and the bowstring was pulled down by Bai Ou in the shortest second.

As if by magic, a sharp long arrow has been hung on the bowstring, "Go to death!" As if mastering the master of life and death, Bai Ou took the moment when the Normandy heavy cavalry shield was put down, two fingers violently let go of the half-moon-like bowstring, and the cold light brought by the arrow cluster was like lightning flashing out, and the "poof" sharp arrow had no suspense, with a bone-piercing chill, it shot into the throat of the Normandy heavy cavalry with an unbelievable look on his face, and the impact at close range made the heavy knight who was like an iron tower also lean back with his body being impacted...... Mean...... Target...... Family...... Guy!"

The Norman heavy cavalry looked at him with round eyes, and said something in Normandy, he might not believe that he was dying so badly, he held the tail of the arrow cluster that had pierced his throat with his hand, as if he wanted to pull the arrow cluster out,

The bravery of this Norman knight made Bai Ou's scalp tingle.

The arrow just now, from drawing the bow to shooting out, has already used up all the strength of his body, and Valal has already lost too much blood, and his whole body is half-kneeling on the ground, if this Norman knight does not die,

As long as you can cut them both of them with a casual hand, "plop" Fortunately, after a few seconds, the extremely brave Normandy heavy cavalry, riding on the body of the war horse, finally rolled down from above because of the loss of balance, the war horse suddenly lost its owner, it actually stopped next to it, stretched out its wet tongue and licked it and fell to the ground, the owner who did not react at all "Get on the horse, quickly!" Valal, who was covered in blood, pulled Bai Ou, who was still bending over and panting, and pushed Bai Ou who had lost his strength onto the war horse that had lost its owner with all his strength, "Come up, let's go together!" Bai Ou stretched out his hand to him on his horse, surrounded by slashing Normandy cavalry, the queue of fugitives was completely dispersed by the deed formation, and the corpses were all over the field, and the fugitives who had lost their formation fell like cut wheat straw, "I can't go"

Valal showed a smile to Bai Ou on the horse, his right hand covered with the pierced wound, covered in blood, his body knelt on the ground again, coughing heavily, broken internal organs and blood kept coming out of his mouth, and said, "Remember what I once told you, don't give up no matter what, go back with our hope!" "Valal!"

Bai Ou shouted in pain, tears like broken beads, couldn't help but come out of his eyes that he thought he had dried up, Valal's body fell heavily on the wasteland, the bright red blood stained the snow below, forming a blood-colored quagmire, the surroundings were completely chaotic, the Normandy cavalry was on a rampage, and most of the fugitives were killed and wounded, "Kill everyone!"

A Normandy cavalryman shouted excitedly, stepping off his beloved war horse as if he had a premonition, rushing left and right uncontrollably, when he heard a strange sound overhead in the chaotic noise, "Something"

The Norman horseman looked up blankly, and sneered, "Sharp arrows drove deep into his chest, one, two...... , blood splashed, his body had not yet fallen off the horse, more than a dozen arrows had been inserted, bloody metal arrows came out from his back, the cold metallic luster mixed with his blood, the corpse fell to the ground along with the war horse under the crotch "Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh!" Similar to him, more than a dozen Normandy cavalrymen who were chasing the fugitives and slaughtering them were also shot off the horse with arrows, "What's the situation?"

Bai Oulen paused, and following the direction of the arrows, he saw that the cavalry in black armor continued to emerge from the heights of the wilderness and hills not far away, these cavalrymen had cold and sharp spears in their hands, and they carried strangely shaped bows behind them, slowly moving forward,

Bai Ou saw that one of the Norman horsemen had been shot by such an arrow, and a powerful white crossbow arrow pierced his lung. He was not dead for a moment, his mouth was constantly spitting pink foam, and he leaned his head against a rock and gasped.

"Enemy!"

The Normandy cavalry panicked and didn't care about continuing to pursue, they wanted to escape, but the black-armored cavalry pressed on the opposite side didn't seem to let them go, and the extremely fast light cavalry also rushed out of the black-armored cavalry ranks, and they shot out of their horses with strange longbows and arrows like beads, and the Normans cavalry were all light cavalry, and once they were shot, they marked a stream of blood, and they fell to the ground from their horses with a long neigh.

Bai Ou's whole person was frozen, he wanted to run, but he didn't know where to run, these black-armored cavalry that suddenly appeared, it was completely difficult for people to have a sense of resistance, it was completely a feeling of absolute suppression,

In the same way as him, there were more than a dozen last surviving escapees, they were exhausted, everyone was wounded, and in the face of the sudden attack of the black-armored cavalry, they could only squat on the ground in despair, waiting for their heads to be cut off with a knife.

The black-armored cavalry swept over like a hurricane, Bai Ou closed his eyes in pain, waiting for the last moment to come, "Are you all from Salander?" A familiar country voice came, Bai Ou's body shook slightly, and he couldn't believe his ears at all,

He opened his eyes and saw that the black cavalry group had stopped nearby, surrounding them in the middle, these black armored cavalry looked very strange, did not seem to be hostile, and what made him feel the most soul-shaking was that

He saw that many of the black-armored cavalrymen had a piece of white gauze wrapped around their heads, which looked good in the wind, like a battle flag, which was the habitual attire of the Salander Mamunuk knights: "We are all Salander!"

Among the survivors, someone dared to respond, the air was quiet and terrible, no one knew what the consequences of this sentence would be, and it was not without the situation of being captured by other lords in the past, "It's an honor, brave warrior, we are also Salanders! Our powerful army has landed, and you will soon be able to go home" The cavalry commander on the opposite side suddenly saluted them with a Salander, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and said in Salander, "Hurray!" The survivors let out cheers, Bai Ou's tears couldn't help but fly in the wind, and he found that in this cruel winter, he smelled the fragrance of flowers from Salander, like spring coming to the earth

, (To be continued.) )