"Attack, Knights of the Sacred Tree-!!!"

The star-wielding Edward was always the sharpest "spear point" of all the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and the Wonderalusia warhorse beneath him let out a majestic neigh, raising its strong hooves to trample the enemies in front of him one by one into the mud, turning into stinking blood in the miserable scream.

The knights of the sacred tree under the banner of the black tree on a white background still maintained a tight formation, galloping across the panicked and scattered barbarian army, setting off a bloody rain of swords;

But soon, the leaders of the barbarian army finally discovered the torn apart heavy cavalry team that was tearing their army apart, and more and more barbarian warriors were concentrated and launched a siege on the charging cavalry from all sides, and the barbarians roaring under the banner of battle were almost crazy with bloody and hideous battle axes, ancient bone spears and huge heavy swords!

There were even quite a few barbarians with the spears and broadswords of the Turin soldiers, stained with blood and broken cuts, apparently trophies taken from the corpses, and attacked the swiftly moving black tree flags, which looked unstoppable, though undisciplined.

And whether it is the people of Turin or the barbarians of the lands, they know very well that the leader of an army is the most critical soul, so it is very fast. All the barbarian warriors had their eyes on Edward Wittwood, who was at the forefront of the charge. The heraldic cloak with a red cross on a black background. At this point, it became the goal of all!

However, this is also exactly right...... None of the Sacred Tree Knights with their backs to Edward had a chance to see the corners of the black-haired knight's mouth slowly curling, with a smile of pleasure raising the blade in his hand in the galloping wind, and his right hand, trembling with excitement, seemed to be waiting for something.

Soon, an impatient creature appeared in front of him - a barbarian warrior who looked quite strong. Wielding the heavy-looking battle axe in his right hand and a zither-shaped shield of a Turin man in his left hand, he fiercely pushed away several Hantu barbarian soldiers who were in front of him, roaring excitedly and rushing towards him.

It was only a moment, the bright star in Edward's hand was already horizontal in front of him, and before he could raise the battle axe, the blade of the sword had already whistled down with the wind, and the sound of muscle tearing and neck bone breaking was completely drowned out in the surrounding chaos, and the severed head rolled to the ground with that still bloodthirsty expression, and was trampled into a puddle of mud that was not clear by the war horse that followed closely behind.

There are more and more enemies in front and on both flanks. Almost every slash can bring a burst of blood, and the black tree banner on a white background that was originally rushing forward is slowed down by the surrounding enemies little by little. The galloping war horse seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and it could no longer regain its due speed after wheezing violently.

After breaking through the enemy lines again and again, this group of Sacred Tree Knights, which was less than a hundred people, finally showed their decline, and no matter how much they broke forward, there were still countless enemies waiting for them.

You can't sacrifice all your knights here - this small detachment of Knights of the Sacred Tree is one of Edward's biggest assets in coming to the Vast Lands, and it is also the most powerful and trustworthy heavy cavalry, and it is absolutely impossible to sacrifice all of them on such a battlefield with little value to save a group of legions that should have been wiped out a long time ago!

He must take immediate measures to avoid the attack of the entire barbarian army. Determined to make up his mind, Edward Wetwood set his sights on the oncoming troll on the hillside, and stabbed the oncoming creature through the throat with the blade in his hand!

"Knights of the Holy Tree, re-array!" Edward, with a calm face, did not stop the war horse under him at all, and shouted to the knights behind him almost as he charged: "Blade Formation, front right of the queue, let them see how the real Turineites fight!"

"For the Knights of the Sacred Tree, for Lord Edward Wetwood—!!!"

The young knight with the banner in his hand shouted with Ludwig, his expression almost grim and a little fanatical, and after the fierce battle, they all began to gasp for breath, and their sword-wielding arms became heavier and heavier, but none of them stopped.

The entire cavalry team, which was still charging, quickly changed its formation with a few shouts and horns, and launched an attack towards the place where the enemy was most dense and had the largest number of battle flags, and once again cut through the front line with great momentum!

There was no one who could stand in front of them - Edward Witwood, who was already covered in blood, threw the bright star in his hand with great force, and stabbed through the barbarian soldiers holding shields in front of them, and was nailed to the ground with the shields and people!

In the screams of amazement, the horse's hooves trampled over his flesh and blood, and Edward, who had taken advantage of the momentum to pull up the bright star, swung his sword again, destroying the withered and decaying!

The barbarian warriors who were still chasing and intercepting on all sides suddenly seemed to be panicked, and they scattered almost frantically in all directions, and even many barbarian soldiers just looked at them like this, and then ran away, and the entire army formation was like crumbling sand, and it scattered extremely quickly, and no one pursued the knights who charged towards the hillside.

Edward's plan came true, and the black-haired knight glanced in the direction of the fortress, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually turned cold - I hope the guys in the fortress are not too stupid!

The barbarian army, which had been devastated, had been torn apart by the charging Knights of the Holy Tree, and even the offensive against the fortress had gradually begun to weaken, and the soldiers who were still scattered and fleeing were slowly gathering under the banners of various banner regiments, gradually regaining control of the city wall and gaining the upper hand.

The soldiers, who had gone through a bloody battle, leaned against the city walls exhausted and gasped for breath, but there was a joy on everyone's face called rejoicing - at least survived, and what could be more gratifying than this?

But Repcinus's face was still cold as water - no, the battle was not over, at least not yet!

These reinforcements ...... Although he didn't know who their leader was, he definitely didn't appear here to rescue the fortress, otherwise the direction of these knights' charge should never be the trolls on the hillside, but should counterattack in the direction of the fortress gate, and attack from both sides.

He wants to annihilate this war tribe!

"What did you say?!" Helty, who was still glad to have survived just now, stared at a pair of incredible eyes: "You're crazy, aren't you, now these damn barbarians have finally started to retreat, but you let us go out and die?!"

"They didn't retreat, and the Knights of the Sacred Tree didn't really fight them back, they just scared them, and when these guys came to their senses, that's when we're all finished!" Repinus's expression sank into the backwater, and he grabbed Helty's shoulder almost frantically: "Quick, even if it's only the Second Banner Regiment, we must launch a counterattack, not only survive, but even possibly wipe out this group of damned barbarians!"

"The Radiant Cross is on top, you're simply, no, you're ......"

"I'm not crazy, I'm much more awake than ever!" Repinus yelled at him heartbreakingly, "Don't you want revenge, don't you want those damned barbarians to taste the humiliation and pain you have endured, are you willing to let them completely destroy us all again and again, and be crushed to death like a bunch of bedbugs?!"

"Want revenge, this is our best chance!" (To be continued.) )