The yellow dust was flying in the sky, and the Hantu war tribes occupying a town in Turin rushed out of the wooden walls and watchtowers, roaring loudly and waving the weapons in their hands, and set up a formation outside the town, the bloody war drums had been beaten, and thousands, the barbarian warriors who were shouting wildly one by one seemed to be crazy, and put on a bloody battle formation, holding high the totem, and the tribal leader with helmet was even shouting triumphantly and showing off his might.

The ground trembled beneath his feet, and the rumbling thunder made the barbarian warriors who were still screaming and fighting one by one stop, staring at the horizon in the distance, and the two flags were hunting in the wind.

That's the flaming goshawk and the black tree flag on a white background!

"For the sake of His Highness Anson Marcherus, rush!"

With a roar of effort, Green Turn, drawing his sword, and for a moment, he led a cavalry team of nearly a thousand knights and squires, with an overwhelming momentum like an invincible chariot, and launched a charge from the flank of the phalanx formed by the barbarian warriors!

The wind was dancing fiercely, and for a moment the nervous barbarian warriors watched the warriors who rushed up from the flanks being crushed in an instant, and none of them even obeyed the orders of the tribal leader, raised their weapons in anger and launched a roaring charge.

The knights, who saw the enemy counterattacking, straightened up and held their spears flat. The already dense front suddenly spread out before approaching the enemy, as if it were a goshawk with outstretched wings, and launched the fiercest attack head-on - for these knights, it was the noblest tribute to send them to hell with the fiercest attack in the face of the brave enemy!

"God Bless Turin - !!!!"

The spears are cracking, the horses are neighing, and the hooves are trampling...... And the enemy, on the run!

The barbarian army, which had completely collapsed under the cavalry charge, was completely scattered. Only a handful of them fled with the tribal leader towards the walls, and many more scattered like headless flies and ran lifeless through the wilderness. The galloping knights also spread out their formation, threw away their broken spears, drew their swords, and began to slaughter the barbarians, who had been in great force a few quarters of an hour before, with thousands of barbarians. By this time it had fallen apart.

There was no order, no spears, no tight formations - in the face of the charge of the proud knights of the Kingdom of Turin, these barbarians could only be slaughtered, and they were completely vulnerable!

With more than a hundred royal knights, Green Turn, who rushed into the town after the fleeing tribal leader - without even encountering any decent resistance, as soon as the knights stormed the town, the original inhabitants of Turin in the town immediately began to rebel against the barbarians who had just ruled them, and the bloody slaughter spread inside and outside the wooden walls of the town, and the ground was littered with corpses and discarded shields and weapons.

Panting, Greene Turn's horse rushed to the middle of town. With a fierce sword, the barbarian totem planted there was slashed - and the golden-red flaming goshawk banner slowly rose again under the sky.

Looking at the eyes that were so excited that they wept, and the tidal cheers of the tide, Green's face was only indescribably tired, but he had to show a resolute and encouraging expression, raised his sword, and shouted loudly with all the knights, "Long live His Highness Anson Marcherus - !!!"

From the arrival of the southeast corner, in order to hold back the enemy's attack, Greene Tern, as the chief lieutenant, had to personally lead the cavalry as the vanguard of the entire army. Sweep away all the barbarian tribes that are invading the southeastern corner, and buy enough time for the army behind them to build a strong barracks and defenses. Wait for the arrival of the Blue Wolf Clan.

As Edward had guessed, not all of the 300,000 barbarian armies were in unison - most of the barbarians were just plundering villages and caravans in the name of the Blue Wolf Clan, and the war tribes that were really capable of attacking and capturing towns and villages were only a few, and most of them were vulnerable.

But even so, their numbers are still quite large, and even just eliminating the more powerful war tribes one by one is still an incomparably heavy workload. After all, the southeast corner is an important source of troops for the entire Hantu City, and the war potential here must be preserved as much as possible.

At this point, Green Turn's foresight even seemed to admire Edward's foresight, as he had wiped out all the surrounding war tribes, including the most powerful of the Red Horse Clans, before leaving the Green Valley. And let the Black Eagle Clan in the Eagle's Nest River Valley surrender to Hantu City, so the current Green River Valley and the entire central and southern parts can be so stable.

Of course, this guy's purpose can never be so simple...... Greene Turn, too, knew this, and Edward would do it most likely because he wanted to build the Banner Army, after all, maintaining an army of thousands of men was not a small expense.

Just as Grimm, who was exhausted, was about to give the order to blow the horn and regroup the cavalry, a cavalryman who looked rather hurried suddenly came galloping from the direction of the city gate on horseback, still holding a letter in his hand. The panting face still couldn't erase the expression of incomparable excitement.

"Great victory - Viscount Edward Witwood, the chief flag officer, has completely annihilated the 50,000 troops of the Red Horse Clan in the Twin Towers Fortress, and the leader of the Red Horse Clan, Gracchus, has been killed!"

"What?!"

Greene Tern, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was full of surprise - he thought he had overestimated Edward enough, but he didn't expect him to actually do it, and grabbed the courier by the collar urgently: "Really?!"

"What...... Really?"

"Of course it's the Red Horse clan that was annihilated, and that barbarian named Gragu is really dead?!"

"Of course it's true, but I've seen it with my own eyes - Gracchus was cut off in the duel by the chief centurion of the Battle Banner Legion with a sword, and that head is still hanging on the walls of the Twin Towers!" replied the messenger hurriedly, especially after seeing the expression on the verge of eating him by Grimm Turn, "It won't be long before the news spreads, and the whole land will know about it!"

"Damn it...... Edward Witwood. Greene Tern's first reaction when he heard the news was not excitement, but a sense of urgency - of course, this was indeed an unexpected victory, and even he was inevitably a little inexplicably excited: "I must tell His Highness Anson Marcherus about this immediately!"

"In fact...... You don't have to. The messenger whispered in a frightened voice, "I'm afraid Your Highness Anson knows by now. ”

"Already know?!"

"Of course, in order to prevent anything from happening, Lord Edward sent several cavalry from different directions in a row, just to be able to send the news as soon as possible. The messenger explained: "The city is not safe now, and is full of barbarian warriors and bandits, and two of our brothers have died at the hands of the robbers. ”

Before Greene Turn's time to be surprised, another royal knight rode from the direction of the city gate in the midst of cheers, with a little sweat on his face until he rushed in front of Greene Turn.

"Lord Grimm Turn, in the name of the Duke of Hantu City, I convey to you the will of the Duke. There was a slight smile on the royal knight's face: "His Royal Highness Anson Marcherus, please return to the camp of the Guards Legion in the rear immediately, and immediately convene a meeting of the legion to discuss how to face the upcoming Blue Wolf Clan!"

“...... I see, go and call back all the cavalry who are chasing the enemy. The chief lieutenant sighed in silence - what he was worried about still happened, although he didn't know if it would be a good thing or a bad thing: "Please reply to His Highness Anson, we will rush back overnight tonight, please don't worry." ”

"I'll pass it on. The royal knight nodded, grabbed the reins of his horse and galloped away in the direction from which he came. (To be continued.) )