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"Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh!whoosh!"

On the shabby leather armor, the crossbowmen who shone with cyan light easily changed into war bows for projectiles, they stood in the center of the camp, under the guidance of the veterans, adjusted the angle of the bow and arrows to the appropriate position, and at the moment when the green flag in the hand of the knight chief slipped down, the first round of throwing of forty crossbowmen was completed.

At the same time, the knights who were ready also urged the war horses to start accelerating, although there were only 25 Turanian knights in each stronghold, but to be honest, these 25 knights were the strongest weight at the hands of the stronghold commander, and the strength they gathered together could change the direction of a small war.

"Turan Knight!

The tall knight in charge of the arrows in the charge formation held the horse's belly between his legs, holding the reins in one hand and a half-man-high scimitar in the other, the blade was obliquely downward, and the arm and the back of the knife were completely in a straight line.

Behind him, the knights who formed a hollow triangle began to speed up, the origin of the Nord war horse is in Anum Manche, so the war horses of these knights are the top kind, the hooves that are thrown up are the size of a bowl, the whole body is covered with iron armor, and the helmet with three metal ramming horns is fixed on the top of the head, when the speed is at the highest, the power is like a charging cluster tank, it can't be stopped at all!

After the knight charged, the heavy infantry holding the heavy black iron battle axe in both hands also began to charge, these carefully selected tough guys are strong men with a height of two meters, thick iron armor with heavy weapons, one by one is like a small fortress, what they have to do is after the knight rushed away from the opponent's formation, along the line of death, the opponent's formation was completely torn apart, and cooperated with the knights for the second and third rounds of joint strangulation.

The tactics of matching knights and heavy infantry together are unique to the Turanian Knights, in fact, the Hussar Knights used to have a heavy armor establishment within the Knights, but to be honest, the cost of training a qualified heavy armor soldier is almost the same as training a knight, and the knights' performance on various occasions is much stronger than the heavy armor soldiers, and in the end this establishment is still over.

Anumanche is the stronghold of the remnants, lacking everything, but the descendants of the remnants, therefore, the qualified heavy armor soldiers are almost a handful, and the newly built Turan Knights have also resumed their original establishment, to be honest, this combination is simply an insoluble existence in a low-intensity war, especially when the opponent is a group of cultists who do not know how to arrange troops at all, especially when the opponent is a group of cultists who do not know how to arrange troops, especially so.

"Roar!"

The Demon Guardian sensed the threat coming, and in the face of the knight who collided with him, these guys with not very bright brains chose the front hard steel, and the height of the knight and the horse was about the same as its height, so the Demon Guardian felt that he had a great advantage.

However, the moment the two sides collided, the Demon Guardian felt as if it had been hit head-on by a burrowing demon worm, and as it approached the shaking vision, it saw its headless corpse slowly falling.

The first, the second, the third!

When the Turanian knights completely chiseled through the policy of the demon guards, the roaring heavy armor soldiers like little giants waved the battle axes in their hands, like cutting down trees, skillfully and bloodily cutting down an entire row of demons, the projectile suppression of the crossbowmen continued, and the same processed demon-breaking arrows fell from the sky with the accumulated kinetic energy, and almost every wave of arrows rained, the demon phalanx had to fall several large heads.

Even the demons with bad brains panicked when they saw the Turanian knights who had spun in a circle in the mist rushing towards them again.

Keep in mind that demons do love chaos and destruction, but that doesn't mean they don't have an instinct to take advantage of evil, and when the demon guardians flee in all directions, the war is over.

After just twenty minutes of fighting, the fog on the grassland in the early morning was about to dissipate, and the cultists standing on a small hill watched those Anumanche veterans skillfully cut off the demon's horns and bone claws, as if they were handling ingredients, but the leader of them was an acquaintance.

The fat officer, no, it should be called Yulia Sacrifice now, he is not wearing the robes of the Chaos Cultists with quite postmodern art, on the contrary, he is only wearing a gray linen robe, holding a tangled and twisted black soul wood staff in his hand, the original philistine and cunning face is gone, on the contrary, this guy's current temperament is very similar to those old priests of the orthodox church, gloomy with a hint of softness.

"Let's go! this stronghold can't be attacked now!"

Yuria looked at the low-level demons who were ravaged by the knights and soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables, sighed, turned around and walked towards the bottom of the hill, behind him, the cultists who were dressed quite unconventionally were still noisy, only a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old followed Yulia firmly, but after leaving the hill, the young man asked with a gloomy face,

"Lord Sacrifice, it was the order of the priest of Morn to clear the human stronghold here, and you just walked away..."

"Hehe, Lyle, Lord Priest Morn is here for us to clear these strongholds as best we can, and not to misunderstand what he means. ”

As she walked, Yulia said to the young man without looking back,

"Our master doesn't want victory, so even if we take this stronghold at great cost, our master won't reward us for it, and besides, look at the knights and soldiers, this is not an enemy we can defeat at all, and the other side..."

The fat officer stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the east,

"The soldiers and strongholds on that side are the right targets for us to capture, they are weak-willed, and the equipment is outdated, and more importantly, they have no faith in defending their homeland, lo and behold, this is the best cake we can find, this hard stone will be handed over to those fools, you and me, go there and fulfill our responsibilities." ”

"But there are only two of us!"

Lyle exclaimed, Yulia looked back at him, at the young man who seemed to him to have a great future, a twisted smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and those eyes also turned completely black,

"No, there are more than two of us!" (To be continued.) )