"Gangde!"

"Chief, all ready! my great axe is already hungry and thirsty!" came the loud roar of Gonder from behind the city gates, accompanied by the clanging of the great axe.

The nobles discovered that a thousand warriors had been assembled inside the gates, including a hundred eagle knights, two hundred humanoid warriors, two hundred grenadiers, and five hundred puppet knights.

Except for Baron Fontaine, who vaguely guessed Reilly's thoughts, the other nobles were a little puzzled, what did these people want to do?

Before they could figure it out, Reilly had already mounted a huge Kodomon, and Richard hung his long knife on his back, riding his war horse and shouting, "Open the door!"

Except for Baron Fontaine, who silently joined the team, the other nobles all looked at each other, did they really want to go out of the city?

On the contrary, Sim, who knew almost nothing about military affairs, was different from the other nobles, he snatched a large axe from the hand of a soldier next to him, and shouted: "Wait a minute, I'm going too!"

However, the unicorn viscount's war horse was missing at this time. It turned out that a few clever attendants saw that the situation was not right, and led the war horse to hide in the distance.

Looking at Sim, who was running over with his legs open, Richard shook his head and shouted, "Stop!"

Sure enough, Sim stopped, waiting for Richard's next order.

However, Richard ignored him, but waved the staff in his hand and said, "Attack!"

So, the thousand warriors rushed out and rushed towards the Imperial cavalry, which was several times their size!

The general in command of the cavalry was stunned at first, and then furious! This was the most radical provocation, and it was trampling on the dignity of every true knight!

The man drew his sword with a grim face and struck his enemy twice. So, two thousand-strong teams rushed out of the cavalry regiment of the Iron Triangle Empire, one left and one right.

Just as the two sides were about to collide, Reilly's spell was ready.

(Ultra Magic: Spell Burst, Spell Spread)

The three Ice Demon Rings exploded in shape, causing the Imperial cavalry on the right to all wear a layer of ice, and their speed slowed down a lot, even as good as the running infantry. For cavalry, the loss of speed can be equated with the loss of life in many cases.

The Imperial General who was watching the battle from the rear was full of horror, he was able to attack thousands of people at the same time, this is at least an eighth-level magic, could it be that there is a Grand Magister in Richard's army?!

In fact, the normal Ice Demon Ring does not have such a large range of effect. But at the cost of extra mana, Rayleigh used the supermagic technique of spell spreading. And in order to achieve the maximum effect, he reduced the strength of the spell per unit area, so that the range of effect of the spell was further expanded, which completely brought the team of 1,000 people under his control.

As Reilly cast his spell, the coalition lit up with dazzling light. As a result, the more than 100 knights in the front row were all dressed in a bright coat, obviously blessed with high-level divine arts.

The Imperial General's pupils shrank, and his eyes were almost dazzled by the divine brilliance in the distance. How many priests were there in that team? He was able to cast so many divine spells! Such an extravagant buff status could even temporarily increase those knights by two levels! He had participated in many national battles, but he had never seen such a luxurious priesthood!

On Oasis City, Philen, Fermi, and Xiyou were all shocked, and their open mouths couldn't close for a long time. Quicksand could shed a large amount of holy light with every wave of her hand, her mana never seemed to run out, and the magnitude and scope of effect of those divine spells far exceeded those of their three same level priests.

What's even more shocking is that there is a battle priest group under Reilly who is composed of all tenth-level and above priests, and its leader is none other than the eighteenth-level grand priest Clark!

In the church of the goddess of springs, a high priest of this rank can already become a pope. Under Reilly, however, he could only be the leader of a battle priesthood, and the power of the Dragon of Light was evident.

Reilly's puppet knights broke away from the large force and rushed towards the Imperial cavalry, which had lost their speed. Seeing that the situation was not good, the cavalry on the left began to turn and try to rescue the friendly forces.

However, a strange whistling sound suddenly sounded in the air, which instantly filled people's eardrums, and even the thunderous sound of horses' hooves was overpowered.

A gray bone blade flew out and pounced on the cavalrymen who wanted to rescue their comrades.

Flutter! Flutter!

After a muffled sound, all the 100 cavalrymen in the front row fell, and there was not a single one left! The originally strict stormtrooping formation instantly appeared a dazzling blank.

The cavalry in the rear row was suddenly thrown into chaos, and although there were no large-scale collisions and stampedes, there was some commotion.

Before they could regroup, two cloud-like bone blades appeared in the sky again, and these bone blades were evenly distributed, dealing effective blows to every corner of their coverage.

After the three rounds of bone blades, there were only 700 cavalry left in the left side, and the 300 elites at the front had all fallen. On the other side, Rayleigh's puppet knights have crushed the Imperial cavalry on the right into a ball of meat sauce!

In the face of this series of heavy blows, the proud cavalry of the Iron Triangle Empire was shocked, and their morale instantly fell to the bottom. Seeing that the puppet knights had finished killing the Imperial knights on the right and began to turn their horses and charge towards them, these people quickly retreated.

Richard and Reilly each fired a series of fireballs that blew up dozens of cavalry, and then retreated with their troops. Before leaving, the grenadiers threw out their axes and threw down a group of cavalrymen who were trying to pursue them, causing the rest of the pursuers to stop in shock.

And just like that, a short but fierce battle came to an end. When Sarenwell arrived at the battlefield with his generals, the gates of Oasis City were closed.

Sarenwell's face turned pale, and he glanced at the more than a thousand corpses in front of him. The generals behind him were silent, and the general who commanded the cavalry was on his knees, his head almost touching the ground, and his body was constantly dripping with sweat.

Among the corpses of the Imperial knights, there were some enemy corpses, but the number was pitiful. No matter how you count, it will never exceed thirty.

This time, Sarenwell led not a horse bandit, but an Imperial legion with a number, but a battle loss ratio that has become even greater!

Sarenwell turned around, pointed at the generals, and roared: "I have always told you, you must not underestimate the enemy! No matter how many soldiers Richard has, you must use all your strength! This is the answer you gave me? There were 4,000 cavalry, but only 2,000 were sent! Look at the corpses of these soldiers, are you awake?"

The generals listened to his reprimand with shame on their faces and remained silent. After a while, a burly general stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, let's rush directly into the city! There are only three Sacred Domains on the other side, and there are five of us!"

Sarenwell's face sank and he said, "Go in and die?"

"But......" The general tried to fight for it, but Sarenwell interrupted with a wave of his hand.

Instead of giving a new order, he walked up to the cavalry general who was kneeling on the ground and said, "Get up and reorganize your ranks tonight." Tomorrow morning, I want to see the same cavalry as before!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Sarenwell said to the other generals, "Clean up the battlefield and set up camp." Rest today, siege tomorrow morning!"

"Aren't they besieging the city? What if they run away?" asked one of the generals.

Sarenwell looked at Oasis City and said, "No, Richard is very smart, he knows that I just want him to escape, so he definitely won't run!"

He was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "Richard wants to cripple me in this place, and I plan to fight him head-on!"

"But Your Highness, didn't you say that Richard's battlefield command was very powerful? Another general suggested.

Sarenwell smiled: "You are not those reckless men who can only charge, but generals who can lead the army! And your generals as generals are much more important than the personal strength of the Sanctuary! How can I risk you? Don't worry about Richard! I admit that if the number of troops under my command is the same, I will definitely find a way to avoid Richard." If I had only half as many soldiers as him, I would have carefully considered whether or not to go to war. And now, we have 30,000 elite Imperial soldiers! Richard has less than 10,000 motley troops. Among them, there are only about 1,000 elites who really belong to him. This is not the kind of war Richard wants! This guy is always able to defeat the same number of enemies, and I can always make the enemy realize that they have far fewer troops than I am. That's the difference between me and Richard. ”

Sarenwell paused and said, "Since the same force can't defeat Richard, then use two to one, or even three to one, forces against him." And now, the strength between me and him is three to one! With such an advantage, don't you have confidence? Do you still think I need to let the best generals take risks?"

Finally, he said in a voice full of majesty: "Richard is a great general, and I am a great commander!"

At this point, the generals rekindled their fighting spirit, and the morale that had been defeated was restored again.