The delicate helmet rolled to the side, the knight's eyes were unwillingly angry, and his mouth was slightly open as if he was still shouting to charge, but his head and body had been separated, and he obviously had no chance to charge.

The Saiyan warriors happily picked up the armor and weapons of the fallen knights, searched the purses and pockets of death, and even the armor on the horses was scavenged by the excited centaur warriors.

Although the results on the banks of the Bison River Valley were far more brilliant than today, there was obviously no time to loot the spoils in that situation, and these expeditionary forces were extremely well-equipped, and if it weren't for Xia Zuo's drink, the excited warriors would have to pull off even those clean white silk underwear, and they had never seen such soft and beautiful cloth in the gravel wasteland.

More than twenty knights, leading more than a hundred cavalrymen, tripped over the tripping horses prepared in advance, and in the face of the Saiyan warriors who emerged from the ground in an instant, the stumbling knights never stood up again.

"Hmm" a low moan, a Munk warrior covered his shoulder, where a bloody hole was pierced by the charging knight's spear, although his life was no longer hindered, but this warrior who was not yet fully matured could not go to the battlefield in the future.

"It doesn't matter, it will be fine soon!" Xia Zuo stepped forward and patted the warrior's shoulder gently, "Why are you so careless?"

"I didn't know, I leaned over at the sight of the spear, but I was still stabbed!" said the young Munk warrior with a little pain.

Xia Zuo sighed secretly in his heart, his team was still inexperienced, especially in the face of cavalry. The sneak attack that took advantage of the position just now also made the ten Munk warriors completely lose their combat effectiveness, but fortunately, with the experience of Xia Zuo and Professor Delong before, although they were seriously injured, fortunately, they did not die.

It was the stupidest thing to charge head-on with the heavy cavalry of the humans, and the powerful impact and exaggerated spears were enough to penetrate seven or eight warriors into a sugar gourd.

They must use their strengths, and the Munk warriors are far shorter than the knights on their horses, and their dexterity and agility are far from being comparable to those of humans, using their strengths to dodge the onslaught of spears, in the moment of staggering. Cut off a saddle line or a horse's leg. I give a fatal blow to a knight who is out of balance.

The two battles were still very successful, and while hurting the expeditionary force, it also completely aroused the anger of those noble lords, and the successive defeats made the lifeless expeditionary force even more sluggish. They all suddenly found that all their paths led not to glory but to hell.

Xia Zuo accompanied people all the way. Although he always wanted to see the opportunity, he burned the rows of wagons in the expeditionary force that piled up like hills of grain and grass. But Count Sidwar was by no means an idiot general like an orc, and he was extremely strict in guarding food and grass, whether it was marching or camping. The grain and grass have always been surrounded by layers of warriors.

Day and night, every day before the sun goes down, set up camp, erect fences, dig trenches, cavalry patrols, archers on guard, prefer to walk a little less every day, and definitely not far from more trouble.

With such a tight guard, Xia Zuo did not find a suitable opportunity for two days in a row, and he did not dare to push the enemy too tightly, in case Sidwar went out and charged their entire army on the wasteland, with their current manpower, they would be absolutely instantly overwhelmed.

Xia Zuo's strategy is only two words "drag" and "lead", causing their anger, dragging them to sway on the wasteland, in the terrain that occupies an absolute advantage, as long as the other party sees that a small group of troops is sent, then go up and eat him, if the opponent's large army chases, then take advantage of the location to escape.

Using the teachings of Grandpa Mao in his previous life, these expeditionary forces were set on the gravel wasteland, constantly consuming their strength, supplies, and constantly torturing their hearts, so that all the expeditionary forces were afraid of the gravel wasteland, and then Xia Zuo wanted to see how these expeditionary forces fought with them.

"Tara, you guys take a detour to the front and leave these gifts for our guests!" Xia Zuo sneered at the pile of corpses behind him, which had already been pulled out of the strips, and the latter nodded again and again, and happily led people to carry the corpses and ran out.

"My lord, what about the Earl?" the front of the expeditionary force suddenly became chaotic, and a scout scout quickly drove his horse to the Chinese army, shouting eagerly.

"What's going on again, why are you so flustered?" Sidwar, who was already worried about the team's momentum on horseback, looked at the panicked scout with a bad expression.

"My lord, it's a dead man!" the brothers of Lord Count Meglor are at the front of the line!" said the scout, trembling, not knowing what he saw, and his face turned pale with fear.

"What?" Meglor, who had been watching the joke over and over again, screamed with round eyes, raised his horsewhip, and without greeting Sidwar, he led his men to rush towards the front army quickly.

"Hmph!" Sidwal snorted coldly as he looked at Meglor's back, he didn't like this damn stupid Meglor more and more.

When they walked to the front army, they understood why the herald just now was frightened into such a panicked look, not only the herald, but also the soldiers of the front army all had frightened faces, and even their pale faces were spreading rapidly like a rapid plague.

The knights who had not heard from Xia Zuo since they had pursued Xia Zuo two days ago were all here, all of them were plucked naked, and there was not a single piece of cloth on their white and naked bodies, and the sharp logs the thickness of their calves were inserted into the ground, and the other end was pierced through the anus of their lower bodies, through the rectum, cecum, stomach, throat, and finally through the mouth.

The knights hung straight from the stakes, staring blankly at the sky, the hair in front of them from the throat to the lower body was thrown straight away, and the colorful internal organs hung down from their stomachs and piled up on the dirty ground, wrapped in dirt in the cold air and frozen into a black-red disgusting object.

There were a total of one hundred and thirty-eight corpses, all of them standing neatly here, with the same posture and expression, and the staggered stakes of the corpses, which looked like they were awakening some primitive and mysterious ritual.

At the front of all the corpses, there was a strong body, his bronzed skin still shining in the sun, he was a powerful knight, and the strength of a high-level warrior allowed Xia Zuo to personally kill him.

But now, like the corpse behind him, he was hung by a stake that ran through his body, the only difference was that on his muscular chest was a piece of white linen with a dagger stuck in it, on which something was written in blood.

"Take it!" Meglor let out a hoarse roar from the depths of his dry throat through gritted teeth, and one of the attendants rolled over and dismounted, drew his dagger, and carefully handed the piece of linen to Meglor with respectful hands.

It was apparently a piece of cloth torn from a piece of clothing, with a line of writing in blood on it, the script of the Rodman Empire, and although the handwriting was rusty, it was still easily recognizable.

"I'll be waiting for you on the road ahead!"

"Okay, good, useless waste, I've raised a bunch of idiots!" Meglor laughed angrily, his white and slender palms trying to tear the cloth in his hands, but his body, which had already been hollowed out by wine, obviously did not have the strength.

"Give me my orders, gather me the whole army!Find those damned monkeys!I'm going to kill them all!Kill them all!" Count Meglor's face turned red as if a flame had burst into flames, and the Count, who had been completely ignited by the anger of humiliation, screamed.

"Damn, why don't you go?" an angry slap slapped the herald beside him in the face, the delicate and strong ring on the white and tender hand left an inch of blood on the herald's cheek, and the red liquid was left along the cheek, and the herald was pale with fright, but he didn't dare to reach out and wipe it, not knowing what to say.

Tell Count Meglore that you don't know the commander of the army, that you have no right to raise it, and that adding fuel to the fire would definitely put your poor head at risk.

"Meglor, remember who you are! I am the commander of this expeditionary force! Who would dare to mobilize a large army without my approval!" Sidval, who hurried to the scene, asked angrily, he was already dissatisfied with Meglor's repeated overstepping of his authority, and now he actually went beyond him to mobilize a large army, which made Sidval's heart even more angry.

"Sidvar, do you want to show off your blood in front of the noble Primorls? you're just the heir to the copper-stinking vile Savani family!" the enraged Meglor lost his mind completely, and roared angrily at Sidval who dared to stop him.

"What are you talking about, you damned, stupid rice worm?" The honor of the family was finally all over, and Meglor's words instantly pushed Sidwar's anger to the peak.

The roar of gritted teeth, the crisp sound of a continuous weapon out of the body, the knight who belonged to the Savani family under the leadership of Sidwar angrily pulled out the sword at his waist, the honor of the family cannot be disgraced, if Meglol can't give a good explanation, then they can only wash away their humiliation of the family with the blood of the other party.

Similarly, the knights of the Primel family also drew their swords and surrounded Meglor, their swords were pointed at each other, as long as the people who each flowed with the noble blood of the family gave orders, these knights who directly belonged to the two families would swear to face the enemy, even if they were still their comrades before a few breaths.

Just under the stunned gaze of the soldiers of the expeditionary force, directly in front of the expeditionary army, the nobles from the two ancient families in the expeditionary force led their respective knights to confront each other in front of the battle. (To be continued......)