Truth be told, Vincent didn't have much hope for Schalke at first.

The races are different, people and demons have different paths, Schalke is also a veteran who participated in the last war, if he easily submits to the demons, needless to say that Vincent doesn't believe it, and the brainless skeleton may not necessarily believe it.

Although their murder and arson are shameless, compared with the daily suppression of the rural magnates, the degree is half a catty and eight taels, and it may not cause much resentment among the locals.

In the end, Vincent's return of Rams was just a busy move, and nothing was expected, and the result was purely a surprise.

He is just a traverser, not a god who can control his fate, and everything he does is at the mercy of heaven, and it is impossible to do everything, let alone an unpredictable prophet.

However, there is an indescribable force behind that has turned events in favor of the territorial army.

Man is indeed unpredictable creatures, and Vincent underestimated Rams's desire to survive, nor could he imagine Schalke's real concerns, let alone Ninia Wald's role in this matter.

When the Wald family reunites again, the battlefield situation in the entire Sweetwater Village will change unimaginably.

After crossing the wall, the militia of Sweetwater lost their weapons and pulled each other on their backs, running for their lives towards the trench guarded by the undead.

Behind them were the angry curses and bows and arrows of the Herodian on the wall, and in front of them was the hope of survival that had never been imagined.

In the final operation of the Rear Palace, Schalke was also wounded in the battle, although it was not fatal, but it slightly affected the operation, and he was tormented by bleeding from his wounds during the escape of less than a mile.

The leader of the militia gritted his teeth and remained silent, allowing blood to flow from his wounds, soaking through his clothes, and not slowing down the other villagers.

Under normal circumstances, the village has suffered heavy losses after being attacked by arson from the air, and Schalke, who had commanded a large army in the past, did not think that the dozens of escaped villagers were worth pursuing by the Knights.

However, I don't know if it was the years of seclusion that dulled his battlefield instincts, or whether he forgot that there were still cultists in the army of Herodes, after this group of people fled, the deputy commander Karl actually decided to pursue the villagers under the persuasion of the cult leader.

For the first time in so many days, the village's south-facing gate was opened, and a group of hastily armoured cavalrymen whizzed out of the gate.

The number of knights in this group reached fifty horsemen, and in normal times, even if it could break up more than several times the infantry, it would be a powerful force to slaughter a thousand-strong village by itself.

The speed of the horses was not as great at night as during the day, but the angry Herodians did not care so much, and they did not have a strict wall of formations, but chose the target of their pursuit, and went their own way, rushing to the peasants who had not fled with the fastest speed.

Among them, the biggest target is naturally the leader Schalke, this person has a special identity, Lord Karl has given a death order, and there will be a heavy reward for life and death. ….

This was not a suicide brainless raid either, as the knights, having killed the deserters, could turn their horses' heads around the village and turn north to join up with the large force from the southern gate and move towards the safety of the border.

Although the lords of the Coastal Territory were cunning and cruel, and had many unethical ideas to attack the Knights, it could be seen from the daytime battles that the monsters had no good way to deal with the cavalry, especially the lack of effective means to deal with the cavalry charge.

The trench is certainly not good for the cavalry, but as long as you don't deliberately hit it, you won't encounter danger.

There are a large number of skeletons, as well as crossbow weapons, which are difficult for infantry to parry, but they have difficulty moving and lack the ability to actively intercept cavalry.

As long as the deserters are eliminated before they enter the ditch, the mission will be accounted for.

This time, the militiamen who thought they could escape were miserable, and those who ran in the front were fine, but those who were in the back were in danger again.

The terrifying sound of horses' hooves shaking the ground was getting closer, and Schalke was on his side

Urging his subordinates to run first, he slowly twisted his body and stood facing the cavalry with a saber that had not been used for many years.

The pain in his chest outweighed the wound, and it was already unbearable for him, as if something was about to burst out.

Even a seasoned veteran could not resist the erosion of evil forces, and he was unable to move on, and decided to fight to the death as a warrior.

It's not a battle of honor, it's just the last dignity of a veteran.

Facing the cavalry that spread all over the field, Schalke made a gesture of praying to the gods, then clenched his sword and swung a blow at the spear that the first one had stabbed at him.

Although he was not hit by the spear, Schalke was hit by a horse, and the huge force made him fly backwards a few meters, and he finally turned over and got up, but heard the neighing of the war horse in his ears.

Two huge hooves hung above his head, and the knight on horseback pulled the reins of the horse, letting the horse's feet fly into the air and strode towards the traitor who had betrayed the king and his race.

At this time, Schalke, who was in severe pain, was already empty-handed, and he closed his eyes, waiting for his bleak end.

A stream of hot blood splattered on Schalke's face, and the smell of the stench made him open his eyes suddenly, only to see that the horse had fallen to the ground, and a corpse with a severed head was crushing under the horse.

The familiar tall body stood in front of him, brandishing a long sword and letting out a hoarse roar of excitement.

"Don't think about it!"

This is the voice of his son Rams.

Seeing that his father was in danger, Rams, who could have escaped by flying monsters, was in a hurry, and he pulled the harpy to turn and flew to the front row of the Knights.

Next, there is a reckless swordsmanship that falls from the sky.

With the dual blessing of gravitational acceleration and adrenaline, Rams slashed the most beautiful blow of his life, directly taking away all the men and horses.

This all-out attack was impeccable, but what happened next would be an eye-opener for the father and son, who had tried their best but still had nothing to do.

Just when Rams played the sword splitting knight at a super level, several war horses also jumped out from the direction of the trench,

On one of the galloping white horses sat a blonde knight in armor, shining like the sun, adding an unforgettable glow to the vast night.

"Ninia!" Schalke, who was clutching his chest, looked back and saw the figure, but he forgot the pain for a while, and just screamed, "Don't come!"

Unfortunately, Ninia Walder couldn't hear him at this time, and she felt like she was galloping above the ethereal.

Dazzling sword light suddenly rose from Excalibur II, piercing through the space and piercing the night, knocking all the cavalry who rushed towards Schalke and Rams to the ground.

On another horse, there was a strange dwarf man in a fur coat, slowing down his horse, and holding a strange bow and arrow with a bunch of pulleys and multiple drawstrings hanging from it, and fired at the knights of the Order.

Although he didn't see how much effort he exerted, the extremely strange bow and arrow made a "boom" sound, piercing the knight a hundred meters away.

Just as Schalke was stunned as he looked at the bizarre battle in front of him, a hand suddenly pulled him up and threw him on horseback.

"Welcome back to the territory." The young nobleman on horseback did not look back, but simply turned his horse's head and walked back, "Now you are safe."

Before Schalke could lose consciousness, he looked up to see the pale whiteness of the tidal waves, hundreds of skeletal soldiers wielding their weapons, engulfing the dozens of cavalry.

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Xiao Diankang