"The old things in the military department must have rusted their brains, and they actually spent a lot of gold to raise these **** waste!" Monroe angrily poured out his resentment to the adjutant, he couldn't count the first time he had reined in his horse and waited for the infantry. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The resentment that spread around him infected almost all the cavalry, making everyone fearful of the usually pleasant leader.

"With all due respect, why don't you make an example of your lordship?" said Monroe's adjutant as he turned his horse's head to look at the infantry team that had been left behind, and began to look for a candidate for Monroe.

"It's all hob meat for the old, weak, sick and disabled, and it's useless to kill a hundred. Monroe glanced disdainfully at the infantry and looked to the end of the road. The strange peaks and cliffs that rose from the ground stood in the distance, Monroe thought about the time and the distance, it seemed that it was impossible to pass through the tunnel today according to the plan, he hoped to reach the foot of the mountain before sunset, and there was a wooden house specially prepared for passers-by at the entrance of the tunnel, where the troops could camp for the night, and he didn't want to sleep in the marching tent anymore. When Monroe withdrew his gaze from the distance to the forest ahead, something that was swaying in the wind in the forest made him suddenly suspicious, and he pulled out the bronze telescope hanging on the side of his horse and searched carefully through the forest, and finally found a corpse covered in bruises—it was hanging high in a tree, and the blood was still dripping to the ground through the leather armor. Monroe did not know the deceased, but the insignia of the Blood Lion embroidered on his leather armor apparently proved to Monroe that the deceased was the only scout who had not yet returned.

"Prepare for battle!"

"Bang!bang!!" As Monroe gave the battle order hoarsely, a dull bow roar rang out from the woodlands on either side of the troops, and more than a dozen short crossbow arrows were fired at the cavalrymen with translucent ropes about the thickness of the shafts and a tender yellow color. The tip of the crossbow bolt was well-made, piercing through the thick armor and shooting into the horse's body, and immediately exploded, popping out three hooks to bite the horse, and then the sudden contraction not only tore down the horse, but also quickly pulled the attackers who leaped into the air towards the cavalry team that was taken by surprise.

Monroe's steed struggling stubbornly not to fall, giving Monroe a chance to see his opponents clearly, dressed in a brown hooded assassin outfit mixed with grass green, holding a small crossbow with a bolt in his left hand and a narrow, slender bladed sword in his right. When the Assassin leaping through the air was drawn by a crossbow arrow to the fallen cavalry, they would immediately swing their swords straight to the point, slashing the cavalry cleanly. The Assassin who had targeted Menroe was not as lucky as his teammates, and before he could arrive, Monro drew his sword and cut the rope that had hooked him to his horse, causing him to lose his center of gravity and fall to the ground, but he rolled forward with great agility, slashing the front legs of Monroe's crotch with a swing of his sword, and then slashing Monroe on the back with a backhand, slicing his cloak.

"Bell!" Monroe's armor made a crisp thud as the Assassin's sword shattered into pieces. "You bitches aren't the only ones who can get magical gadgets!" Monroe sneered at the assassin and attacked. The Assassin, who had lost his weapon, did not hesitate to fight, dodging the attack and immediately turned and dived into the forest.

Although the Assassins were menacing, taking advantage of the surprise attack to kill nearly half of the cavalry in one fell swoop, the cavalry who had escaped the first wave of attacks quickly counterattacked - they dismounted and formed several squads of four, members of the squad back to back, shielding the attack and moving closer to the knights. The Blood Lion Cavalry was not only proficient in cavalry charge, but also had the ability to dismount and fight among the many legions of the Empire, and whenever they encountered an unexpected situation, their excellent on-the-spot reaction and chic fighting posture proved to onlookers that it was completely worth it for the Duke of Newitt to spend several times the total salary of the Imperial Capital Guards every year to feed less than three hundred Blood Lions.

But now the cavalry is completely passive. Instead of attacking as they had expected, the Assassins formed a network of encirclements in a swift and orderly manner, alternating cover and reloading their crossbow arrows. This scene finally made Monroe realize how naïve it was to underestimate the ambushers, even though their raids had caused heavy losses to the cavalry pairs, and to not confront these cowards who used "dirty means". He knew in his heart that when the cavalry was together, the Assassins would launch a volley, and the crossbow arrows would easily penetrate the armor at a distance of less than a hundred yards. The only way he could do was to convey the order to the infantry team that was a few hundred yards away in order to rescue him, but when he looked around the battlefield, he found that the adjutant had fallen in a pool of blood.

The cavalry was still getting closer, and most of them could realize that this would not resolve the crisis, but the risk of blindly charging was probably greater, and it was only for the time being to protect the knights. On the other hand, the encirclement of the ambushers tightened more and more, and they firmly believed that they could eventually annihilate the cavalry by relying on the siege, and the battle slowly entered the white heat.

"Ah!" suddenly came a hysterical roar from the direction of the infantry, the voice echoing alone through the woods, but it seemed to have a terrifying power that resounded through the sky. Several of the Assassins turned to look, just in time for the furious and hateful gaze of a beast from the lone infantry charging at the Assassins. The Assassins scoffed at the infantry's roar and turned back, leaving only one of them disdainfully raising his crossbow to aim at the infantry and pulling the trigger.

The bolt unexpectedly failed to kill the charging infantryman, or even hurt him in the slightest—he swiped his sword to flick the deadly bolt as danger approached, moving faster than the Assassin could have imagined. The Assassin who shot at him did not give up, and quickly stepped forward to meet him, only to be cut off by both legs after a single blow was swung into the air. Stunned by the infantry's strange movements, he suddenly stopped as he charged in front of the Assassin, allowing his forward body to fall quickly with the help of gravity, while holding his sword across his back and spinning his body to the left, allowing the Assassin's sword to sweep against his face and his own blade subtly embedded in the Assassin's knee. After nearly a week of rotation, the infantryman's left forearm was supported on the ground and bounced up, and his feet suddenly surged forward. The whole process was a smooth process, completely killing the Assassins' chance to fight back.

The wounded Assassin's wails attracted more attention, and many of his companions turned in surprise to face the infantry altogether.

"Cornflower!" Monroe seized the hard-won opportunity to launch a counterattack, and the gathered cavalry immediately threw their shields at the Assassin and went on the offensive. Cast from fine iron and weighing up to thirty pounds, the standard shield carved with the insignia of the Blood Lion had a flat upper edge and a sleek, thick lower edge, and was thrown by the cavalry before spinning through the air, producing a powerful impact that struck down most of the unguarded Assassins. At the same time, the infantry had already made their way into the crowd, and he had just plunged his sword into the ground, and with the help of the length of the blade and the sudden resistance, he jumped high and completed a magnificent front flip, and successfully slashed the blade through the shoulder of the assassin who was blocking him, severing the assassin's collarbone, and after landing on the ground, the infantry did not forget to turn around and slash at the assassin's back, and the flying blood was thrown by the blade in an arc a yard long.

Monroe frowned, cautiously examining the chaotic warband, the rash infantryman was a familiar face, he had been rewarded by the Duke of Nevuit for saving the O'Brien family messenger from the Black Death, and it was Monroe himself who gave him the money bag containing eight thousand passes. Monroe vaguely remembered his name as Moraka.

"It's like a wild man's name. Monroe muttered under his breath, admiring Miranca's courage and taking a keen interest in Milanca's way of fighting, "Fighting like a savage." Monroe thought to himself.

Moraka's addition turned the tide of the battle, as the ambush team, which had the upper hand, was instantly decimated, and an Assassin who appeared to be the leader had to whistle and lead his teammates into the woods.

"Don't chase!" Monroe snapped at the impulsive Moraka, who kept his eyes fixed on the ambush leader's descent into the bush, savoring his icy provocation - he mockingly pointed at Moraka and made a decapitation gesture before disappearing into the woodland. Moraka struggled to suppress the anger that had been ignited, and his chest heaved violently, unable to calm down for a long time.