"Father!"

In the distance, the sky was full of dust, and the beasts roared.

Although he was not physically present, Boris instinctively sensed that his father, Vladimir, was in danger.

The uneasy voice sounded inside him.

"Turn around and move forward!"

"But General, Marshal Vladimir has an order, we must wait where we are......"

The guard asked humbly.

"If my father is killed, how long do you think this legion will last?"

Boris rebuked. Then he clamped his war horse and rushed out like an arrow from the string. The situation on the battlefield is ever-changing, sometimes the deployment and planning before the war is one thing, and after the actual battle starts, it is another, Boris knows that if he does not attack at this time, I am afraid that the Snow Eagle Legion will face annihilation.

The young cavalry captain charged ahead, and the Povel knights followed closely behind. The war horse galloped to the aid at a hurried pace. However, before they could reach the center, a cavalry regiment in black heavy armor rushed head-on.

They were menacing, armed with huge spears and kite shields, and some of their skulls exuded a cold aura of death as if they were embedded in their waistcoats. Riding them, however, were people, living people, some valiant knights who seemed fearless.

Boris clenched his sword in surprise, he had to rush over. Save your own father.

On the flank battlefield, the horses neighed, the wind and sand were everywhere, and eight hundred noble cavalry of Kislev, led by the young knight captain Boris, slaughtered in the direction of the black knights.

The Povel Knights have a numerical advantage, but the Knights of the Black Rose are not ordinary knights, they are selected from the best knights, and after layers of assessment, they finally become a member of the Knights of the Black Rose.

The shrill shouts of killing soon resounded on the flank battlefield. If Boris had expectations at the beginning, hoping that his opponent would not be too strong, then, at the moment of the hand-to-hand encounter, his expectations were dashed. These heavily armored cavalrymen resemble the Dark Knights from Hell.

Moments before the two armies crossed the line, the knights of the Knights of the Black Rose leveled their heavy spears, their horses blindfolded, and charged frantically. Boris's eyes widened as he swung his sword bravely and struck a knight with his sword, knocking him off his horse, but the more Kislev cavalry were no match for the Black Rose Knights.

Only the sound of violent crashes could be heard, and at least forty Povel knights were stabbed in the body by their opponents in the first round of the charge and fell on horseback.

Of course, Kislev was not without a strong cavalry corps, and the truly powerful hussars were still on standby in the capital. Boris shouted to kill, how he wished he was surrounded by those brave and fearless Hustriahs of Kislev. The Ice Queen should really come here to see for herself what kind of team she is facing. The Northern Coalition Army is no longer the ragged, impoverished amateur army. They had heavy artillery, heavy cavalry, and herds...... Swift Reading.com

When the two teams of cavalry collided with each other and huddled together, the close combat began. The knights of the Knights of the Black Rose took out their weapons and fought on the bloody battlefield. Boris bent down to dodge the spear thrust of a Moorish knight, and was about to counterattack, but his horse was hit by a landed squire, and the squire's spear pierced into the horse's belly from below, and the horse neighed and fell, and at the last moment, Boris stepped on the stirrup and jumped off the horse's back. When he landed, there was another siege. The young cavalry captain did not flinch, he drew his hammer, swept away the tip of his enemy's sword, and then strode forward, striking his opponent's head with a black hammer.

The iron helmet rattled, and the knight staggered to the ground under the force of the impact. But the squire also rushed over, and the spear grazed Boris's armor, and in a fit of rage, Boris kicked the squire away and put the sword into his mouth...... Scarlet blood poured out of the squire's mouth, but just as Boris got up to slash at his next opponent, the rushing horse knocked him to the ground mercilessly.

I felt that the sky was spinning, and the young cavalry captain threw himself forward, and his body fell into the grass. All he could hear was the cacophony of horses neighing and the clash of ironclad weapons.

Blood flowed down his forehead, staining his vision red.

With heavy breathing, he heard the knights struggling, shouting to retreat. Yes, even though there are twice as many opponents, but battles never look at numbers.

"I've let you down, father......"

Boris whispered weakly.

What he didn't know was that at the moment, his father was also in an extremely dangerous situation. The infantry phalanx of the Snow Eagle Legion fell apart under the onslaught of the herd. At this moment, they heard the sound of ice and snow and storms overhead, and Rhodes, the king of the north, personally led the charge of the bear knights. After the first round of savage collision and trampling, twenty-four brown bears ran wildly, rolled up a cloud of dust, and rushed again.

Vladimir knew that he was wrong. What he is facing is a division of tigers and wolves. Compared to Rod's tactics, his own tactics are not worth mentioning at all. Rhodes alone was worth half of the legions, and the battle was already lost before the Snow Eagle Legion began.

All around were fleeing soldiers, and the battle flag, a symbol of the glory of the legion, was trampled on the ground and trampled on. From time to time there are soldiers who fall in front of them, not without resistance, but simply powerless.

After two savage charges, the Northern Coalition formed a pocket formation and approached the Snow Eagle Legion. The sand was so thick that they left a gap to deliberately give the Snow Eagle Legion a way to escape, while the Ugor hussars were already waiting on the periphery to capture the fleeing soldiers.

Vladimir clenched his sword, he knew that the Snow Eagle Legion had been defeated, but he had to fight for the glory of the Legion. Even if there was only one man left, he couldn't escape.

The stubborn Vladimir picked up the battle flag on the ground and slammed it into the dirt. His sword sliced open the chest of a Northern soldier and plunged it into his abdomen, the blade covered in scarlet blood when he pulled it.

"Come on!"

He screamed loudly, blood dripping from his hands.

The crowd surrounded him, encircling him in the middle, and in the blood mist, a battle axe surrounded by lightning flew head-on, landing less than two meters under his feet, and pinning it tightly to the ground.

Vladimir fixed his eyes, and in the crowd, a burly man with an unusually calm face walked out. He recognized the face—

Rough, resolute, and his gaze was like frost, Rhodes appeared in front of him with a tomahawk on his shoulder.