The bright fire of death burst out in front of the camp of the Red Horse clan with a dazzling light, and a dozen barbarian warriors who rushed out of the camp with weapons had been completely drowned by the flames before they even saw the enemy, and by the time the galloping horses stepped through the flames, even the slightest shadow had already disappeared without a trace.

The cavalrymen of the Battle Banner Legion, who were already almost crazy, didn't even have the slightest intention of stopping, and a pair of eyes stared at the settlement camp that was already close in front of them, roared and charged, and the war horses in the dark night let out a sharp long neigh.

And in the next moment, the wooden fence that looked quite sturdy was shattered by the galloping horses turned into countless fragments, and the barbarian warriors hiding behind screamed and were knocked away by the cavalry charging at full speed, and then turned into bloody pieces of flesh under the thunderous hooves of the horses, and were silently taken away from their lives.

Obviously, the entire Red Horse clan didn't realize that in this situation of being surrounded by regiments, Edward actually dared to bring his few cavalry to "send him to death", not to mention any resistance measures, and no one could even organize the minimum defense, and the whole settlement was in chaos. The excited cavalrymen brandished their scimitars and swords, shouted all kinds of slogans, and slashed their blades into one head after another.

The Hantu settlement was not a Turin town, there were no defenses at all, and these fierce barbarian warriors never thought of building any strong wooden walls or barricades in their settlement, and the whole settlement was dotted with tents of all sizes—so that when an enemy raided, the whole settlement was as vulnerable as if it were undefended.

The cavalrymen of the Battle Banner Legion, holding aloft the Blood Cross Battle Banner, were like sharp spear tips. Tear that mess to shreds. Flying blades and thunderous hooves crush all enemies in their path to ashes. The barbarian warriors who were completely in chaos were unable to stop this cavalry that suddenly appeared, even if they wanted to stop them.

But after all, this is the camp of the entire Red Horse Clan - the closer you get inside, the more enemies you encounter, and the barbarian warriors who were in a panic at the beginning also begin to gather, and layers of dense enemies begin to surround and intercept from all directions, following the rumbling sound of horses' hooves to pursue the bloody cross battle flag.

"Kill all the damned Turin dogs!" the scarlet-eyed tribal leader raised his long-handled axe in his hand - the place where the cavalry of the Battle Banner Legion had just stepped was the gathering place of his tribe, and the wail in his ears made the fierce barbarian warrior completely lose his mind: "Never let one go!"

There were more and more enemies in the front and on both flanks, but the whole cavalry team had no intention of stopping. The cavalrymen on either side of the line smirked, took a clay pot of ignition from their saddles, and threw it at the enemy as hard as a javelin.

"Boom-!!!"

In an instant, the golden-red light with a scorching tongue of fire devoured all the barbarian warriors who stood in front of them without a trace, and the barbarian warriors who were screaming and wailing before they could even react, their bodies had been completely turned into charcoal by the flames, and the heart-rending pain lasted only for a short moment, and their lives were taken away.

"Don't stop, charge at full speed!" Edward shouted with all his might, the gray star flipping in his hand. Suddenly, he split a spear that pierced him into two: "The Radiant Cross is with us!"

If there was a choice at the beginning. Edward Wetwood, who has now rushed into the Red Horse settlement, has no choice, let alone a so-called retreat, and only by fighting to the death can he seize the hope of turning defeat into victory.

"For Lord Edward Witwood, for the sake of the Black Hawk Clan—!" Iskar, covered in blood, let out a fierce roar, and the Dominic scimitar in his hand swung vigorously again and again: "Black Hawk does not fall!"

"Black Hawk Doesn't Fall-!!!" The barbarian cavalry, who had gradually lost their cool in the blood and fighting, also roared hard, death and killing seemed to give them fierce power, even if hell awaited them in the next moment, these fanatical warriors would not have the slightest fear.

There were more and more enemies, and there were constantly cavalrymen screaming and falling from their horses, torn to pieces by the angry enemy, and the wails came and went. But these selfless warriors seemed to have forgotten about it a long time ago, and just followed closely the Blood Cross banner, the black-haired knight named Edward Witwood.

And Edward, who rushed to the front and was still carrying the little maid Angela on his back, had finally found his target - the granary of the Red Horse Clan!

From the time of the first engagement, Edward had doubts that Gracchus would be able to hold out for so long - although not all of his 50,000 troops were soldiers, and there were a large number of women and children who could not fight, the consumption of supplies and food was still an incomparably large number.

Even if the war tribes who submitted to him contributed their food, and these barbarian warriors had a lot of food in their homes, it was still impossible to hold out for half a month. Not to mention that so much time has passed, and the entire settlement has not even had the slightest shortage of food, which is enough to prove that food is still very rich.

There is only one answer, then—Gracchus must have had a large stock of grain, whether he had stolen it or was about to come, and it must have belonged to him alone. Only such a large amount of food can be exchanged for those war tribes who sacrifice their lives to serve him, and even be able to sacrifice so many elite warriors, and the morale of the entire clan still has not collapsed.

This storehouse full of grain was Gracchus's greatest asset, and it was the key to sustaining such a large army - without enough food, the army of more than 50,000 barbarian warriors would in an instant kill each other, betraying the brothers who had fought side by side with them for the few pieces of food!

In the desolate and barren Highlands, where food is worth far more than gold and precious stones, the people of this barren land can fight the fiercest blood wolves and even hunt trolls in order to be able to eat, which is why Barrion used to recruit these war tribes to fight for him, because it was much cheaper than training a knight or an infantryman.

The moment a Turin knight waving the battle flag saw the warehouse, his originally hideous face immediately showed an extremely excited expression, and he desperately waved the flag that had already been stained with blood and dust: "Rush, God bless Turin-!"

"Stop them and protect the warehouse-!" At this time, a tribal leader of the Red Horse Clan finally reacted, and shouted loudly with a pale face, his face was full of cold sweat, and he even screamed in despair: "Kill this group of Turin dogs, you can't let them get close anymore!"

But it was too late - the cavalry, who had been ready for a long time, threw out the last clay pots of ignition agent, and the dancing flames spread like the claws of the devil to the entire warehouse in an instant, turning into a sea of fire!

Looking at the raging fire, the entire Red Horse settlement resounded with a cry of despair - the barbarian warriors who had just been brave and fierce collapsed to the ground one by one, wailing in pain, and even many of them rushed to the warehouse wrapped in flames as if they were crazy, and then disappeared into the sea of fire.

The leaders of the Red Horse Clan collapsed and fell to the ground one by one - it's over, it's all over, is the Red Horse Clan, which has finally re-emerged, going to be slaughtered by the Turin people here again?!

"Let's end this war, Gracchus!" Edward, with black eyes gazing at the walls of the Twin Towers in the distance, raised his sword and charged again on his neighing horse. (To be continued.) )