The Rooster Knight withdrew his knight's sword and squeezed out an unsightly smile at his squire, while the poor little squire was lucky enough to bow his head and weep, not seeing the mixture of pity, disdain, and guilt on the face of his former master.

"It was a surprise to me. The baron, who was on the horse, shrugged his shoulders and said to the rooster knight, who was getting on his horse with the help of his squire. "It's none of your business. The latter replied firmly.

It doesn't matter anymore.

The soldiers were assembled, and the crackling of burning torches spread far and wide. The voice of the Arsuna's command sounded in the distance, and the cardinal, dressed in a chain of mail, quietly watched the warriors who were about to fight for him.

Jean Jacques waved his hand slightly, the gates were slowly opened, and the castle commander standing on the ramparts made a gesture of safety. The knights in charge of the cover roared and rushed out first. "Stay by the Bishop's side!" came the old knight's high-pitched voice, and the baron tightened his cloak and hung his rifle carefully on the hook......

The night gave them the best cover, but none of this could be concealed from the Asuna scouts who watched them day and night. The moment the gates were opened, a terrible trumpet sounded almost at the same time.

The entire Asuna camp was woken up, and the herdsman-turned-soldiers took up their weapons in a panic and looked around aimlessly. The chiefs of the tribe did not count on these scattered subordinates, and several elite cavalry quickly gathered and pounced on the city gate like hungry wolves. "To the south, to the south!" said Jean Jacques's voice in fits and starts, and the baron, who was struck by the night wind, did not listen carefully, but he could already hear the sound of a bowstring coming from the city walls not far away, and the characteristic curling tongue of the Arsuna seemed to linger in his ears.

The screams came suddenly, and the baron did not stop the horses, and with his helmet he could only roughly judge the source of the sound. "It's the knights covering us!, they've met the enemy!" shouted someone in the ranks. However, everyone was not very concerned about this, because the sound of horses' hooves approaching from the side suddenly intensified.

The knight who did not light the torch has been found.

The shouts of killing were getting louder and louder, and it seemed that the knights were holding back quite a few enemies. However, the barons still faced a strong cavalry force.

They're rushing here.

The slogan "Prepare for the spear!" was passed one after another, and the long spears were held flat by the knights on the horses moving at high speed, and the baron's heart began to strain, for the first time he participated in the charge of the cavalry. I was in the middle of the formation, and I couldn't see the enemy on the opposite side at all.

"Wedge formation!" the order was given again.

The sound of the enemy's horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and anyone who lifted the knight's mask would see that the baron's face was pale. Being in the formation of knights, the sound of horses' hooves around you, and the feeling of strong winds hitting your helmet, make you have to be in awe.

"Prepare to ramble!"

Before the slogan was finished, the enemy cavalry was close at hand!

The baron heard a violent sound, and the wail of the war horse and the scream of the knight instantly sounded, his eyes lit up, and before he had time to react, he had to subconsciously aim his horse gun at the black shadow that pounced viciously in front of him!

With a "snap", the cavalry spear snapped instantly, and the huge reaction force almost made the knight scream, he didn't have time to do any thinking, his brain was speeding under the order, he pulled out the knight's sword, and continued to gallop forward. He turned a deaf ear to any sound that came from him, and the whole world was only the sound of the wind whistling by, and the Asuna man on the other side with a spear to his chest.

"Ah・・・・・・h

It made a beautiful arc and split the head of the Arsuna cavalry, but the spear, with its unstoppable inertia, stabbed the baron's steed fiercely.

"Damn it!" the slamming horse crushed the baron's left leg, and all around him were cavalrymen fighting to the death, huge hooves of horses with iron palms dangling around him. "Damn!" the baron could feel the pressure on his left leg's armor, but he didn't have the strength to move the horse that was his companion a moment ago.

The Rooster Knight withdrew the knight's sword that had pierced the chest of an infidel, and he saw the baron's plight nearby, and after a little hesitation, he rushed this way. "Are you alright?" the knight jumped off his horse at great risk, trying to lift the heavy carcass of the horse. "Thanks to your ・・・・・" The baron pulled out his left leg hard, and before he could say a word of thanks, a stream of heat suddenly sprayed into his face. He looked up, the knight's helmeted head imprinted into his eye sockets, the baron's gaze downward, the tip of the spear peeking through his chest said it all.

The baron still does not know what his real name is, only that he is the second son of an earl.

The knight who had been stabbed fell down, and the baron held him up. No one knew his expression, and he didn't leave any last words, and the riding spear stabbed directly into the vital point, leaving the two men without any time to react.

The Arsuna cavalryman, who had lost his spear, had turned his horse's head, drew his scimitar, and rushed towards it with a shout. The baron laid down the rooster knight's corpse, and he drew his spear from the corpse of his horse with all his might, aiming it at the enemy who had killed his companion.

"I want you dead!" roared the baron, the spear in his hand coming out of his hand, and the force was so great that it even made his arm feel like it was dislocated.

The spear went straight through the enemy's mouth, pierced through his skull, flew to the rear with his body, and crashed into another cavalryman.

There was not so much time to mourn on the battlefield, and picking up the Rooster Knight's sword, the Baron stepped on the horse of the deceased knight. This is a bold and sturdy white horse. "Go!" shouted the baron.

In the darkness, all that could be distinguished was words and the torches that the Asuna had fallen to the ground. After slashing the last cavalryman, Jean Jacques gave the order breathlessly.

"Lead the horses of the Asuna people, everyone leads, let's go!"

In the morning light, the freshness of the dew mixed with the pollution of the rain, the sky was still gray, and there was no sign of sunshine. More than a dozen knights with more than thirty horses marched at a rapid pace, their chain mail covered with the marks of war, their robes tattered, and blood spilled everywhere.

The horses' hooves with their iron palms plunged deep into the soil of the steppe, and when they were pulled up, they always carried a stream of water that wet the knight's boots.

The baron didn't know how long it had been since they had been away from the battle where they had lost so many knights, but the feeling of the spring rain on the prairie that had kept his body clinging to the cold armor seemed to have allowed him to pass half a century. Several knights worked together to tie up a thick rain cloak and put it on the bishop. Only one of the two ecclesiastical knights was left beside the bishop, and he followed the cardinal stubbornly, not daring to leave half a step.

Of the thirty mighty Knights of the Holy City, only eleven remain.

"The weather will kill us, Jean Jacques. The baron patted his horse and approached the old knight, "The bishop's body won't last long, and the pursuers of the Asuna don't know when they will catch up with us." The old knight turned his head to look at him and replied with a wry smile: "We rushed out, and God will bless us!"

"Fuck you Father. The baron cursed in his heart. As far as the eye can see, there are all the same grasslands all around, and the cold wind and heavy rain seem to blow directly from the grassland to your heart, which makes everyone have to change into spare cloaks.

The knight took off his helmet, and the moist air hit his face. The sound of horses' hooves came from him, and he smiled, and asked the old knight beside him a question that puzzled him.

"Are you a passerby, or a returnee?"