The outside of the city and the inside of the city gate were already in flames, and inside the city were the Einsatzgruppen who set fire to attack in all directions, desperately causing even more disturbances, so that the troops of the city defense could not be deployed in time. Outside the city, led by the blazing fire disks and illuminated magic balls of light on the city walls, many torches and time-limited lighting spells released by the magicians were dropped outside the city - they had to illuminate the attackers outside the city, and more importantly, light the way for the Black Bull Heavy Knights, who were already in formation for attack.

Zhou Zhongmou found it difficult to reach the wilderness outside the city, and the attacking army of the Count of Tyre launched light cavalry to drive and kill anyone who tried to approach outside the city, while constantly attacking the surrounding farms - not to kill them, but to set fire to the poor farmers' houses to create pressure on the city. It was difficult for Zhou Zhongmou to find a safe way into the city, and because of his stature, he was the target of the light cavalry who came and went—Zhou Zhongmou's stature of more than two meters was too conspicuous compared to a poor farmer or an ordinary mercenary. Of course, the biggest problem is that there are really few people outside the city, and you can't even use the method of mixing in the crowd.

The two hussars soon rode together, and they whistled menacingly, and the sharp whistle of the bone whistle pinned to the horse was enough to make the peasants tremble, and the mercenaries in general were distraught. What's more, it was night, and without the firelight near the city walls, relying on the moonlight and the uncertain light of the fire in the sky that were flickering by the clouds, ordinary people couldn't see how many of these cavalry there were, and how far away they were. Is it an attack? But Zhou Zhongmou can. "I'm also a man with night eyes," the guy muttered. At the same time, he drew his magic sword and prepared to fight. "Hell, how do they get the horses to run at night without pouting their hooves and falling like shit?

But no matter how Zhou Zhongmou thought it was unlikely, the cavalry in front of him still attacked him. The horses in this world are almost all European horses, and even the war horses ridden by the light cavalry reminded Zhou Zhongmou of the Andalusian horse instead of the dwarf Mongolian horse. The cavalry on the war horse was still a little taller than Zhou Zhongmou, and they had a numerical advantage, and what made them even more proud was that they were the subordinates of the Earl of Tyre, the tried and tested subordinate of the Earl of Tyre who had defeated the undead cavalry many times.

The cavalry's movements were a bit careless, but Zhou Zhongmou didn't find it much easier to deal with - the distance between the two seemingly relaxed cavalrymen was very suitable. It happens to be a distance that will never interfere with each other, and each other can perfectly play the attack range of the weapon in their hands. "Sure enough, he's a veteran, and he's very experienced. Zhou Zhongmou took a sip, turned around and ran away, which was the stupidest behavior, and standing still was not a smart move, so Zhou Zhongmou rushed directly at a cavalryman, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands.

The two cavalrymen were indeed veterans, and the guy facing Zhou Zhongmou slowed down his horse slightly, allowing his companion to pass him about a horse's head from one side. In this case, when Zhou Zhongmou engaged, another cavalry would attack first from his weak side, that is, from the left-hand direction. If Zhou Zhongmou was forced to put his attention and magic sword to the left to block or counterattack, then the cavalry coming from the front would easily break through his defenses. Give Zhou Zhongmou a hard blow from the right side.

The cavalry had a good idea, if they were Ballan's centaur cavalry then there was a real possibility of realizing the plan, unfortunately they were human cavalry, and they were born to fight a little slower than centaurs on horseback. So their calculations failed, and Zhou Zhongmou's speed and strength exceeded their estimates. Zhou Zhongmou suddenly accelerated, stepped to a suitable distance in a few steps, and then began to swing the magic sword from right to left, although the swing in this direction was a little uncomfortable, but he still cut the cavalry with a surprised look on his face into four parts without hindrance - the upper body of the person, the lower body, the head of the horse with part of the neck, and the body of the horse

The cavalry in the other direction couldn't imagine that the other party could slash his companion so lightly, you must know that the chain mail on the cavalry's body, the bones in the human body, and the bones of the horse, all of which were not soft meat, how could they be cut into two pieces by the light yì like cutting through rotten wood?

After Zhou Zhongmou slashed the first one, the tip of the sword happened to be aimed at the second cavalryman, and then he came with a thrusting magic sword that pierced through the horse's neck, penetrating the horse's neck and penetrating the cavalry on the horse's body. Then the next moment, Zhou Zhongmou exerted his terrifying wrist strength and lifted the magic sword up—the horse's head and the cavalryman's upper body were split together.

After killing the two cavalrymen, the blood stains on the magic sword seemed to have been sucked in, and Zhou Zhongmou also dodged the splatters of blood. He trotted in the direction of the city gates.

At the gates of the city, the assault had already begun. But what the Grand Knight Dragunov had not expected at all was - the infantry in half-armor on the opposite side swung their swords at the same time, and then from the sharp swords in their hands they inspired a white fighting spirit, and after swinging their swords, the infantry approached at high speed - no slower than even the galloping horses!

About 800 infantry were blocking the onslaught of the knights in the front, and about 200 of them were in the first line, and they unleashed 400 fighting qi attacks, and then together with the infantry behind them, they directly pressed up. The Black Kushige Knights were scattered, and these fighting spirits were not difficult to deal with, but they disrupted the rhythm of their advance. And the auxiliary cavalry and light infantry following the knights could not stop those fighting spirits at all, and there was chaos. The result was that the backbone of the Knights, who were fully equipped to fight, were isolated and then besieged by the opposing infantry.

But the Grand Knight Dragunov was a master of the gold rank, and the infantrymen - it should have been the Foot Knight now, the Foot Knight surrounded him but had no choice but to be almost killed by the Grand Knight Dragunov - but the sword that the Grand Knight swung down and was determined to win was blocked by another sword.

Dragunov's pupils narrowed suddenly, and it was a young boy who was blocking his attack in front of him, the half-body armor on the boy's body was different from those knights, a little more gorgeous, and he was wearing a cloak like a cloak behind him, and the fighting spirit surging on the boy's body and the sword in his hand were also extraordinary, and he had more than enough strength to block his attack. Dragunov saw the pattern of the buttons on the other man's shoulders - it was a shield-shaped button, "Count Tyre, Count Tyre!" (to be continued......