Less than ten meters from the second trench, the third trench is not visible from the ground at all.

A large number of knights, who had been lucky enough not to be killed by crossbow arrows, and had so much trouble jumping over the two trenches, had just run a few steps forward from the edge of the trenches, and then they fell into a deeper and wider third trench with a "plop".

Vincent, the designer of the trench, regretted this.

If you don't draw a target, who stipulates that the trenches must be equidistant from each other?

"It's called a soldier who never tires of deceit...... Vincent ordered Sadaka, "let the reserve forces behind move forward from the trenches and execute the enemy in the pit."

After saying that, the lord also thoughtfully added.

"If they don't get stabbed to death, try to save their lives, after all, the ransom is also very fragrant......

There are no demons in the third trench, only those that have been laid in advance, and the dense wooden spikes in the ditch will inevitably hurt the body parts as long as heavy objects fall from above, even if it is a knight wearing armor.

In order to reduce the pain of the seriously wounded, to give up the useless struggle of the lightly wounded, and not to hurt themselves by crawling in the chaos of the uninjured, the merciful lord still let the lich cast a curse in the trench.

In addition to poison, there are traditional items such as paralysis, blindness, weakness, and fainting on each spike to ensure that the people inside lie down early.

The knights who gave up resistance had no face, but they knew they had done their best.

If you lose your horse, even if you climb up, you won't be able to rush through the obstacles behind you.

In the third trench, the Knights lost nearly a hundred men, and the magnificent procession of four hundred knights before the departure had now lost only a third.

The remaining survivors, from the commander Karl to the ordinary knights, suddenly felt an uncontrollable fear, which made them almost lose the confidence to move forward.

Deputy Commander Karl regretted his decision immensely, but now they were in a difficult situation, the way back was full of the corpses of their comrades, and the way forward was so unpredictable that even the gods didn't know what kind of vicious trap the demon was preparing on the other side.

If they moved to the wings, they would have to face the fire of the demons from the side for a long time and could not do anything, and doing so would only make the half-way journey of death even longer.

Carl unconsciously slowed down his mount, and although he knew that he would be shot at if he did so, and several terrifying giant crossbow bolts loomed in sight on the opposite side, there was nothing he could do about it.

In addition, he saw a young nobleman on a black horse on the opposite side, surrounded by a large number of skeletons and lichs, who looked at his opponent coldly, and commanded those terrifying weapons to shoot deadly crossbow arrows, as if he was going to kill them all.

If you rush straight to the end of your life, will you be able to kill this demon?

Just as Karl hesitated, a row of crossbow arrows fired in the shape of a fan slashed at the face, wedged directly into the queue where he was.

Before Karl could react, the mount beneath him shook and neighed, and a huge crossbow bolt pierced through his chest, striking the horse in the heart.

The poor horse fell to the ground, and threw his master to the ground, and rolled down to the dust with the other knights who had been shot or fallen from their horses.

The silver wolf banner given by the king also fell to the ground, and the brave standard-bearers were already dead under the crossbow arrows, and no one dared to raise the banner that had once made them proud.

"It's over......" Deputy Commander Karl, who was lying on his back, sighed, looked at the sky that was gradually beginning to brighten, and closed his eyes helplessly, "Knights, is this going to end here......

Although no one knew whether the deputy commander's words meant surrender, they knew what the danger of the infantry and militia during the day was when they witnessed countless skeletons with spears and strange crossbow arrows climbing up from under the trench and tilting the rain of arrows at the remaining knights.

In the midst of the skeletons, a terrifying troll emerges from the shadows, wielding a huge scythe and slashing the knights and horses that are still resisting into several bloody scenes, and the little resistance that remains of the people is also weakened.

Of course, they certainly don't know,

If it weren't for the fact that the Scythe Demon had to stay not far from the lord, he would have gone over to slaughter them a long time ago.

The magicians who had exhausted their magic and props were even more unable to fight, and they fled in panic, but they were still inevitably killed by the demons.

Seeing more and more undead creatures gathered in all directions, all dead or wounded without orders, screams, shouts and moans filled Carl's surroundings, he realized that the monsters had achieved an encirclement of the Knights.

Overhead, the noisy cries of the night that were still fresh from last night, the harpy that had ravaged the village flew again and began throwing large stones over the heads of the exhausted knights.

The only thing that is fortunate is that Vincent's Molotov cocktail will not be thrown on their heads for the time being because the main raw materials are exhausted.

"My lord, what should I do?" A baron looked around with wide eyes, then looked desperately at the deputy head and asked, "We can't get out, do you want to ......?"

"I know what you're going to say." Karl smiled bitterly and shook his head again, "That's impossible, we are the knights of Herode, and the honor of knights is above all else."

"Is it really impossible?" The baron waved his hand to his companions and asked a few people to come closer, "We are willing to pay the ransom, and the family will save us."

"yes, yes, who's going to save your honor?" Karl said angrily, "Neither the gods nor the king will forgive such cowardly behavior!"

There was a fierce glint in the baron's eyes, and he glanced at the people next to him, and several people seemed to have reached a tacit understanding at once.

A heavy hammer used to knock armor slammed into the back of Karl's head, and he lost consciousness as soon as his eyes went dark.

The knights who had knocked out the deputy commander breathed a sigh of relief, and one of them took out the white cloth that had been prepared long ago from his bosom, tied it to his spear and swayed it high.

"The Captain demands surrender!"

The hapless Karl, before he could sacrifice his life, became a backstabber used by the capitulation faction.

However, his fall was timely, saving the lives of the remaining knights, who were destined to be killed by the monsters.

The fallen knights were inferior to the heavy infantry, and after a battle that was not too fierce, the remaining less than eighty men shouted in surrender, which made the scythe-blooded scythe deeply bored.

Some people were happy and some were worried, although the giant sickle, who did not often have the opportunity to participate in the big battle, left the field with regret, but Hermeshif was ecstatic.

In this battle, at least hundreds of horses were captured, and the Skava, who dreamed of becoming a knight, took another step forward.

"What a waste of my resources." Vincent glanced at the captives and glanced at the mountain of crossbow arrows, "Why can't you just be a little longer?"

Karl, who came to wake up after the battle, was ashamed to face the lord's gaze, so he could only hang his head and let the monster tie him up.

Whether it was the blood sacrifice they had for victory, or the exchange for ransom, it was something he could no longer object.

The knights secretly sent by Herod failed to break through and were wiped out.

"My lord, what's next?" Sadaka, who had captured a large number of prisoners, asked Vincent for instructions, "Many of the Herodians have fled back to Sweetwater."

"Then what are you hesitating about?" Vincent said with joy, "Of course, it is to be fenced off, and even the cultists and intruders will be wiped out."