In fact, Mosul, the captain of the 500-man cavalry, was different from Sanger, who died under the Tenan Tomahawk. He is not an old tribe of Analaire, but a subordinate of another Kugan nomadic clan leader, so it is inevitable that he will have his own mind. This tragic battle has been going on for far too long, and Mosul has a lot of other ideas.

In the Battle of Kharkov a little more than a month earlier, the lords of Mosul had been lost under devastating artillery fire from the Imperial coalition forces, and the entire tribal army of 5,000 cavalry had been killed or wounded. But luckily Mosul escaped with two roughly intact armoured 100 cavalry troops, collecting remnants along the way, and soon amassed more than 700 cavalry again. This small army became a symbol of Mosul's capital, and he hoped to slowly restore the prestige of the tribe.

But soon, he met an army of three thousand led by Analyre. Analyre made a high-sounding suggestion that for the sake of Lord Lord's cause, he needed to merge Mosul's forces, and only gave Mosul thirty minutes to think about it. Although his subordinates were quite dissatisfied, the scheming Chaos Knight quickly agreed to Analaire, handed over the symbol of the tribe, and then swore allegiance to become the captain of Analaire's five hundred.

This choice may seem cowardly, but it is the result of careful consideration in Mosul. Because he knew very well that as a Chaos Knight, he was not capable of contending with Analair the Chosen One, and his seven hundred tribes were by no means the three thousand elite opponents of Analaire, who had trolls and a large number of Chaos wizards and witches. Sometimes you have to bow your head, because those who don't bow their heads have become human skins for decoration in other people's saddles.

Life under the fence was not easy, and the men of Analaire, the proud chiefs of five hundred and thousand, were all domineering towards Mosul. Even the Chaos Dancers assigned to Mosul and the officers were arrogant, and many of his subordinates expressed their dissatisfaction, but Mosul tried his best to appease them, and he himself showed loyalty to Analel and did not want to say the wrong word. The cunning Chaos Knight kept a low profile as much as possible, but that didn't mean there was no resentment in his heart.

But now it was different, and Analaire's elite had suffered heavy casualties in the bloody battle against the unbelievers. One thousand-man commander and several five-hundred-man commanders were killed, and thousands of elite soldiers and several trolls had died. Even though two of the three phalanxes of the Unbelievers had been destroyed, the strength of the arrogant Chosen One was far less powerful than before. In fact, the most intact force today is Mosul's 500-strong cavalry team, and he is very careful in the use of his troops, never fighting to the death, so in a sense he has become the last laugh winner.

"Analyre's reserve cavalry and Chaos Knight's personal soldiers are his last descendants, but the opponent is also the main cavalry of the unbelievers and the chosen ones of the false gods, and it is likely that both will be defeated. That's when I'm in charge! Can I ......?"

Rubbing his goatee, Mosul directed his cavalry to shoot arrows at a safe distance of 100 paces, and began to think about some special questions about whether to break away or not. A sense of revenge and ambition swirled around in his nimble mind, which, of course, had to be kept secret for now.

"But, there's a catch. Why did that guy disappear from Analaire, and those three powerful Transformation Servants are also terrifying, killing the mid-level peak unbeliever mage with a single blow!, so it's better to be cautious......"

Thoughts are changing rapidly, reason quickly overwhelms emotion, Mosul's thinking is rapid, and the risks are huge, so we can't be too anxious at the moment. But in any case, he has the first class credit in this battle, maintaining the largest troops, so there are a lot of cards to play. As for the phalanx of unbelievers who have become turtles in a kettle again? I'm sorry, but Mosul will never do it. As long as Analai did not come and give orders, he preferred to trap the unbelievers with a cavalry siege, which Mosul thought was the best option.

"It would be too bad to be bitten off by the dead tortoise in order to kill the tortoise in the jar! When they are tired, wouldn't it be better if we could harvest their heads without much effort, and present their weapons and armor, along with the captured leader, to our great master, His Excellency Analyre?"

Mosul kissed the beautiful Chaos Shrine Maiden on the cheek, then stroked her silky body as he continued to explain his plans to her in the gentleest voice possible. The shrine maiden was assigned to him by Analaire, and he understood the role she might hold.

"Lord Suho is the head of a thousand men, and his power comes directly from our great master, His Excellency Analel. So, I think it's time for you to do what he commands. ”

It's a shame that the scantily clad Chaos Shrine Maiden wasn't knocked down by Mosul's sugar-coated cannonballs. She furrowed her brows, and a stress began to run into her voice.

"I have to point out that this could lead to the loss of Lord Analaire's precious warrior ......"

Mosul hesitated, cursing in his heart the thousand-man Suho and the stubborn bitch in front of him, but still trying to be as loyal as possible. But his explanation was interrupted, not from the chaotic shrine maiden, but from an old voice, as piercing as the grinding of iron against glass.

"Your Excellency Mosul, turn back at once to meet the cavalry of the unbelievers! The cavalry and reserves on the northern flank have been defeated, and Your Excellency Ush has been killed!"

Several cavalrymen surrounded an old man and made lightning through the array of five hundred men and came directly in front of Mosul. They looked so embarrassed that even the beautiful Chaos Maiden was instantly stunned, and her staff fell to the ground.

"Lord Ush is the most powerful Chosen One after Lord Analyre, how can this ......?"

The half-naked shrine maiden couldn't help but ask, her eyes filled with a chaotic light. Ush was one of the famous warriors of the entire tribe and the captain of Analyre's guard, and the shock of his death in battle was staggering.

"There's no time to talk about why, there are more than three powerful false gods in the enemy, immediately line up to meet you!Don't let you be caught between the enemy's cavalry and the phalanx! This is my chief wizard Essar......'s order!"

The old and embarrassed Chaos Kugan mage Essar pushed the chaotic witch away, and then gave Mosul an unquestionable order. But the problem was that it was too late, and a thunderbolt of lightning pierced through the smoke and struck him directly at the shoulder, which covered his skull pads, and threw him five or six paces away from his horse, only narrowly missing his withered neck.

"Left flank cavalry, forward! Let Chaos taste our strength!"

With a firm and steady voice, more than two hundred Imperial cavalry stormed out of the smoke and marched forward like a furious tide with an unstoppable momentum. Deputy Chief Fischer reinvigorated, his bow and arrows darling across the chaotic array like lightning bolts.

Their muskets and bows and arrows spew out angry rains, and their scythes and swords whizz the winds of death. Although the troops were not many, the fierce morale was overwhelming, which made the chaotic cavalry chaotic, and the armored cavalry and light cavalry were frantically huddled together.

"Pay with your blood for the sins you have committed, lowly Chaos!"

Deputy Chief Fischer's voice was steady, and black arrows shot out of the full moon-like longbow like thunder, knocking Chaos officers to the ground one after another wielding banners and sabers. The confusion caused by the collapse of the Chinese army not long ago has disappeared, and this powerful raven knight has once again shown his amazing strength! The purple-black rose holy seal rose magnificently behind him, like an overwhelming death wing.

"Pawns of Chaos, accept the punishment you deserve!"

Old Lorenze rode his black-armored horse forward, and the old man's voice shook the hearts of the Chaos Cavalry like angry thunder. His blood-colored greatsword swept through everything like a tornado of death, slicing everything that stood in his way! The Imperial cavalry with swords and scimitars followed, but there was no sign of Hyde, where did he go?

"Damned unbelievers, useless Ush, cowards who blasphemed the Most Beautiful!"

After a few minutes of fierce fighting, Mosul, the 500-strong commander of the Chaos Armor Cavalry, couldn't help but curse as he saw his troops retreat under the onslaught of the Imperial Coalition cavalry. The enemy's marksmans and fanatical blood-armored knights were so powerful that Mosul's men suffered heavy casualties, which made the calculating Chaos Knight very painful.

"Outflank them in a roundabout way! Our forces are superior!!"

The beautiful shrine maiden with turquoise braids waved her staff to summon the Serpent of Light to attack, and angrily expressed her opinion to Mosul. She was proud of her status as a semi-warden and always wanted to show it.

"Of course I understand that, but please give me time!

Mosul replied with a wave of his shield, and an arrow from the Imperial Divine Servant had nearly struck him in the face, causing the cautious Chaos Knight to put almost all his strength on defense.

"Are you still worthy to be a general? Mosul! Oh! Lord Suho has appeared, and he is making a detour to the left of the unbelievers!"

The beautiful witch girl shook her fist angrily, and the silver chains and pendants on her naked body violently sounded, indicating the girl's impatience. But soon she rejoiced, for she saw that Suho, the thousand-man chief, was making a detour. Dozens of flags fluttered behind the thousand-man flag, and the flags decorated with skulls and human skins made a terrible whistling sound.

But just as Suho and his Chaos Light Riders had moved to the flanks of the Imperial cavalry, an angry lion-like roar slammed across the sky. The Chaos Cavalry, who were fighting head-on, were surprised to see a knight wrapped in a three-colored glow leap out of his horse, and almost instantly met the thousand-man commander.

"Die, ugly Chaos!"

With the knight's torch-like sword striking head-on, the thousand-man leader Suho roared along with his weapon and rolled off his horse. And this brave knight did not hesitate or pause at all, and almost single-handedly rushed into the array of Chaos Light Cavalry! The three-color flames erupted brilliantly, their heads and arms flew in all directions, and hundreds of Imperial cavalry also rushed forward like lightning behind them, and their battle cries resounded in the sky.

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