"Are you Tama crazy, we're in this group!", the Green Serpent mercenary commander roared through gritted teeth, "Disperse, disperse, don't go near them!"

The Green Snake Mercenary is well-known in the mercenary world, not the largest in number, but the probability of completing the mission is very high. First, their boss Stark is very self-aware, knows what kind of tasks he can take and what kind of tasks he can't, and never takes a big risk for rich revenge. Second, Stark was very patient, they once waited in ambush for three months to complete a mission, and Leng waited until the target's patience was exhausted.

But at this moment, Stark couldn't calm down anymore. Rosie was arrogant and unreasonable, without saying any reason, without a greeting, and directly charged their formation. This is simply unreasonable, everyone is here to exterminate the Bright Moon Thieves, not to fight each other. And even if you want to fight, you have to wait for the bright moon to be wiped out before you do it, the bright moon is not dead, what do you do? Stark was aggrieved, but there was no way, Rosie would not listen to his nonsense and stop his steps.

Several other nobles were stunned, and sneered at the "folk team" around them at the same time, they knew what Rosie was doing, he was going to clear the scene!

Rossi's actions were like a clarion call, blowing the battle horn in an instant and tearing off the mask of hypocrisy.

What is the purpose of being here?

Not for the head of the Bright Moon Thieves?

Since everyone's purpose is the same, then this is an irreconcilable contradiction, and in the end, it has to be done to distinguish the superior. Since the end can't be avoided, and the Bright Moon Thieves can't escape the end of destruction, why not take advantage of it now?

Stark's eyes turned red as he watched his brother, who had been with him for many years, being knocked out and killed. He didn't care if Rosie was a nobleman or not, and he didn't care if the church was something to provoke, so he raised his long knife and launched an attack on Rossi's cavalry camp.

And in this short half a minute, the Green Snake Mercenary Group did not have the slightest room for resistance, and it was dispersed.

More than 100 people lay down more than 40 people in one round, and the rest were also embarrassed by the collision.

Tighten the reins and turn the horse's head, Rossi is still in first place. The knight's greatsword in his hand had two cuts in it. A quarter of the mercenary's life savings went to the tavern, a quarter to a skilled woman, and the remaining half was given to the family as savings, and the rest was spent on weapons and equipment. Sophisticated equipment is a must to protect one's life and complete the mission. Their equipment was no worse than that of Rossi's team, especially the weapons, which were almost all the work of the masters.

Although Rosie still slashed three people with a weapon, his greatsword was also damaged.

But it doesn't matter, the biggest advantage of cavalry is not the sharpness of the sword, but the increase in strength brought by the unity of men and horses. This is definitely a death touch, and the wielding of a weapon of more than a hundred catties is terrifying.

"Hold the formation, charge!", Rossi clenched the hilt of the greatsword with one hand, and the horse began to accelerate, he bent down, aimed at the target directly in front of him, and waved his arms vigorously. The giant sword slashed out, and one of the mercenaries raised his weapon in horror, hoping to resist the sword's slash. But after a metallic scream, the weapon in his hand snapped from it, and his upper body tumbled and fell to the ground, while the lower body was still standing in place, and only after a moment did he staggered to the ground because he had no command from his brain.

Blood splattered like an epiphany in bloom, blooming with a fatal beauty in an instant.

Stark was going crazy, and he dodged several slashes one after the other, and he was embarrassed. He gritted his teeth full of teeth, looked at the few remaining thirty or so old brothers, and shouted ruthlessly: "Okay, let's go!"

Someone cried bitterly and roared, "Boss, what about their hatred?"

Stark looked at Rossi and the others who had turned their horse's head again to reorganize the formation, gritted his teeth and said, "There will be opportunities in the future, leave now!"

Whether they are willing or not, convinced or not, they must leave. Infantry against cavalry was a joke, especially since this cavalry was once the most powerful Templar order on land!

People must be self-aware, and Stark, who is known as the most cunning and treacherous snake, has lost the lives of his brothers because of his greed. The title of Viscount of the Empire, not everyone has the capital to be greedy. Many people are blinded by the bright prospects, compared to the legacy behind the nobles, compared to the thousands of years of precipitation of the church, the power of the people is simply a joke.

The surrounding aristocratic private armies are all suppressing these civil forces, and at this time, the aristocratic class is standing together and uniting the front. Clean up these little mice first, as for who the head of the Bright Moon Thieves Group will belong to in the end, it is the nobles' own business, how can these little bastards get cheap?

As soon as Rossi raised his hand, the cavalry of more than thirty people was like an arm, and it was completely nailed to the spot.

Rossi looked at the armed team of a certain force on the other side, and pointed at the giant sword in his hand, "Leave, or stay forever." ”

That group was the escort of a large chamber of commerce, intending to take advantage. It's good to be able to grab it, but it doesn't matter if you can't. Unexpectedly, Rosie actually ignored the battle in the inner circle and didn't have a result, so he fought with each other on the periphery first. They didn't know whether to leave or not, the leading guy had a gloomy face, and said coldly: "Don't be too arrogant! We are from the Red River Chamber of Commerce, you have to think about it......"

"Charge!"

If you don't face the charge of the cavalry, you will never know how terrible the cavalry is. This natural restraint and the Templars' cold, machine-like killing state quickly caused the Red River Chamber of Commerce's escorts to pee. Like a red-hot knife cutting through the circular defensive formation without hindrance, Alexander, who was closely behind Rossi, shouted a stupid word, his tone full of disdain.

Yes, it's stupid.

In the face of the armored cavalry charge, he actually formed a defensive formation, really thought that he was the spear phalanx of the once immortal dynasty? Even if it was the immortal dynasty, didn't it become history under the hooves of the horse?

One chiseled through, and the Red River convoy lost its courage and broke up directly. They are not professional soldiers, not soldiers, and not mercenaries fighting for money. They are just a group of guards, to put it mildly, they are just thugs of rich families, a group of ordinary people who bully the weak and are afraid of the hard. Maybe they have sophisticated equipment, perfect logistics and support, but thugs are thugs, and they can't be elegant. Having not experienced the cruelty of war, this group of people broke up with dignity.

"The Red River Chamber of Commerce will remember what you have done. The leader rode his horse and talked about the scene while running, trying to save some face for his quick rout.

Alexander took out one of the three javelins standing on his back, shook the reins and galloped his horse under the reins, the muscles of his right arm tightened sharply, and with his roar of "Haaa", the javelin quickly arced through the leader's chest, nailing him to the saddle. The frightened and ached horses ran wildly, and the leader covered his wounds in disbelief, gulps of blood poured out of his mouth and nose, and his head was crooked and his eyes blackened, and there was no future.

Alexander tightened his reins and turned his horse's head back into the ranks, gasping for breath, and three successive charges were also a great drain on the knight's physical strength. The two nostrils of the horses under the seat were spread and rounded, and the white mist was like an air arrow, spraying out with the breath.

Rossi lifted the shield from the knight's helmet and looked around at the still hesitating team, "Get out of here, or die." ”