Genius remembers in a second [Aishang Novel Network biquge.info] to provide you with wonderful novels to read.

Only five hundred, no, four hundred!

However, in this dark night with no starlight, in this chaotic environment, not many people can really judge the number of enemies, because this cavalry did not light a single torch, and passed through the gentle ramp between the fortress and the imperial camp, and the men and horses were like ghosts haunting the darkness, and the hooves of the metal horseshoe rose and fell in hundreds, and gradually converged into a force that shook people's hearts—a rapid drum beat pierced everyone's eardrums, like rolling thunder in the sky.

"Everyone, form a spear formation! Pull up the rejection horses, five, no, three is enough, their front is narrow......"

A series of shouts from Yalian Nathan showed his military qualities that distinguished him from the rumored image of a madman who would only kill civilians, but this series of orders was almost completely engulfed in the chaos of the army, several officers who tried to carry out the orders scattered in all directions, but they could not even do the simple thing of sorting out the manpower of a team, the soldiers in the panic could no longer withstand the successive blows, they gathered together with pale faces, but completely helpless, Not to mention getting a spear that I don't know where to put it.

At this time, in this messy and chaotic time when everyone is afraid of battle, nothing can stop a group of cavalry. Even if it's just a bunch of hussars.

"Bastard!"

The Count roared.

Because at this time, just a few breaths, the hoofs of that cavalry seemed to be deafening.

When the Earl's gaze turned in that direction, the fire burned in the camp. It just happened to be the scene that was amazing...... Two heavy doors tied together by logs emitted a screeching sound that made a tooth ache, and then. In the eyes of all, the wood bent inward like a strip of leather, forming an incredible shape.

Time stood still for a moment, and under the horrified gaze of all the Imperials, the door bent and broke, and the bars of wood crumbled...... With a final creak, leave the latch. Carrying away the wooden walls on both sides, and then the friction turned into a roar, and the fragments of the log flew around with sharp arrows, and the terrifying kinetic energy slashed off a few heads, taking away the parts of six or seven people, and their screams aroused more horror in people's hearts.

The defenses were broken in a split second.

The light rider marched through the narrow door in the flutter of sawdust. Then the formation was spread like a bird spreading its wings, and the slight mess was sorted out in the tlink of an eye, and the horses snorted with a loud snort, and began a new round of adding and charging somewhat awkwardly.

The black cloth was stretched out over them, and black tulips bloomed in the wind, and spears shining like silver stretched out from their banners. Dancing in the firelight, the color of blood resembles the tip of the scythe of death.

The enemy in front of them was still sluggish, watching the shiny spear tips expand more and more in their eyes, drawing a straight line in mid-air. There is no detailed selection of entry points. The spear pierces the chest, splits the ribs and continues forward!

Two. Three......

Overwhelmed at last, the shafts of the spears snapped one after the other with a crisp sound, but before that they had pierced the chests of four or five men, and the hooves of the horses flew over the fallen wounded, forcing them to make their final near-death cry, and the knights cast their broken spears with expressionless faces, and with the swing of their swords, their heads drawing arcs of blood in the air!

The Emperor is above......

A thousand feet away, Master Kali, who had witnessed this qiē, gritted his teeth, and then squeezed out the lowly prayer from between his teeth...... As a member of the empire, the only force he could think of was the ancient emperor. However, Isgandhar's power may have been extinguished today, and the mage's voice sounded so insignificant in this chaotic environment. He could only watch as those simple light horses poured down like a torrent at this moment, with uneven fronts or flaws, but in front of the Imperial people at this moment, the tip of the spear flashing in the firelight was almost equivalent to the fangs of countless Cerberus, which could devour anyone's soul in the blink of an eye.

The human body had turned into a flurry of flesh and blood between the light of the knife and the horse's hooves, and the place that could be seen had become a slaughterhouse.

The poor Imperial soldiers were in their last struggle, and they fled in a panic, in any direction, but within a mere half-hourglass scale, they would notice that they had no way out, and that the beastly cavalry seemed to have foreseen it, and they turned their heads and encircled the poor fare evaders in one place, as if forming a whirlpool of death, and hundreds of fleeing soldiers were gathered and swept into this whirlpool, and in an instant they were crushed to pieces.

The noise in my ears was suddenly a little distant.

This powerful mage has also lost the unique arrogance and indifference of a mage at this moment, and the burning fire cannot hide the blue and white on his face. The collapse in front of him was uncontrollable, and he imagined it to be much faster...... The triangular formation rushed through the imperial barracks, as if the legendary saint had used a miracle to split the waves, with the cavalry behind and the rout in front.

War, that's war.

Cali's lips trembled, and it suddenly dawned on him that he had only now understood the true meaning of war......

It is never what people imagine it to be, and it is difficult for people living in peace to speculate about the space on the battlefield until they have been exposed to such face-to-face combat. The battle was a bone-chilling cold, and how the cold, shiny blades were inserted into the throat, sending blood splattering into the night—the dying struggled, the blood foaming into the lobes of the lungs, and the wounded coughed hoarsely and curled up in misery. Before the final moment came, he stared at the last scenery as far as he could see with a feeble gaze. It should be a picture that gradually fades and stops.

It's already lost......

The mage thought sadly, on an ordinary battlefield...... If the battle loss is about one and a half, the two sides will divide the victory and defeat, and those who can hold on to the battle loss until the battle loss are not retreated, and the more troops there are, the more troops there are. On the contrary, this number will be lower, and the elite of the soldiers will fall below a certain percentage. The poor peasant soldier could not have the courage to hold on, and the surging horses were enough to make them retreat, break up their own positions, and eventually scatter everywhere, and these routs were more likely to affect more teams and spread fear.

As a result, it is common to complain about the cruelty of the lords in war, as most of the peasants will die from the overseers' swords or arrows - but in reality this practice has its own helpless side. If the rout cannot be stopped, then the whole war will be lost.

But there is still a chance......

That's right, there's still a chance, and the pastors are already on the move.

The mage looked up forcefully, turning his gaze behind him, where a white glow swept over the soldiers. The abundance of divine energy rushed into each person's body, banishing the fear in their hearts with warmth and excitement, making them pick up their swords again and line up in formation, despite the uneven length of their weapons and disheveled armor. However, at least there is something called a team,

"Earl Nathan of Aralian...... Stop that group of knights, all the soldiers here, at your disposal!"

The mage shouted, reciting a mantra...... The limp arm danced as his ribcage expanded. The pain in the heart made a layer of sweat break out on the mage's forehead...... However, the willpower gained from decades of exploration in the arcane is like a strong. Blocked the onslaught, and let him finish reciting the incantation. Five points of light flickered in the air, and with a glossy trail on the ground, they rushed across the battlefield of several hundred feet, piercing through the two Tumenis light riders who had accidentally come too close!

The moment the two of them fell to the ground, the mage noticed that the cavalry team was changing...... It is customary for knights to attack enemy mages first, otherwise even a full-fledged mage will tear a large chunk of the most dangerous space in the cavalry ranks.

"Bastard!"

Earl Nathan's eyes widened, and he cursed in his heart, cursing the madness of his enemies and the cunning of the mage beside him...... Because the cavalry in front of them went around a big circle, the direction they rushed to, was the earl's camp, the soldiers he brought here were all elite, veterans who had seen blood in battle, even if the force was not necessarily excellent, but the battlefield experience was by no means comparable to those swells, and every death would make the blood lion count feel a throbbing pain in his stomach.

However, the curse was only a matter of moments, and the earl lowered his head, and his face, which was filled with beard and horizontal flesh, trembled slightly, but the distorted face gradually calmed down, and the crazy bloodthirsty expression disappeared at this moment, and was replaced by a kind of calmness.

"Listen to my orders! Anti-V, crossbowman wings, tower shield crosswind!"

The Blood Lion is not a butcher, this count is naturally not a shit aristocrat who only oppresses the commoners, he has not only the strength commensurate with his appearance, but also the ability of a high knight, which is almost not inferior to any martial artist.

The charge cannot be contained, but it can be slowed down, surround them, and the knight's flanks are the weakest weakness, especially these light knights who do not have any vest protection!

Tumenis's cavalry was still advancing, men and horses with an icy murderous aura, and in front of them, there was no enemy, only a rout, a rout, a rout...... The rout is the poison on the battlefield, and under the impact of the enemy, it cannot have any effect of stopping it, but blindly flees along the sides of the barracks......

"Hehehehehe......"

Earl Nathan opened his mouth, and then squeezed a hoarse chuckle out of his throat, like a low growl before a lion appeared as its prey, a roar of excitement.

In the eyes of this blood lion, a layer of blood appeared densely, and in the luster of the torch, it was like a layer of bright red light and shadow, and this eye was fixed on that target, leaving behind all the soldiers, camps, collapses or responsibilities, only the fiery battle intent, burning like flames.

He flicked the reins of his horse, and the beastly mount began to add. The horse's muscles trembled and its hooves chirped lightly, as if it knew that its master had finally found its true prey, and that he was about to tear open its throat and pierce its heart ...... the next moment.

The throat of that cavalry is the figure running at the forefront......

This clumsy light cavalry team is uneven, the personnel are not abundant, they are not even second-rate, but it is precisely because of the one that is there, the dark red one is there, and all the disadvantages are not bursting.

That man, that collar. Use his voice to suppress the front lines around him, turning them into blades that cut off enemies. With his wisdom, he drove this sharp blade to every vital point of the Imperial, and also used his strength to turn it into the sharpest tip of this weapon, to be precise, it was because of the efforts of that person that this cavalry would always retain the power to charge, and scatter and divide the enemy ten times its own time again and again.

The red figure. It turned out to be a woman, casually throwing off the cloak torn by the sword wind on her body, revealing that the delicately made armor underneath was so gentle and fitting, outlining the woman's thrilling curves in the flames, even on her face, the metal mask still did not reveal a secret of her face, but it seemed to be possible. From the proportions of this body deduces a little secret of her countenance, which is stunning, absolutely beautiful

However, just as the delicate flowers of roses are always accompanied by stingers, this beauty hides enough fear and more danger.

The sword in her hand.

That or shouldn't be called a sword. It is nearly six feet long, one foot wide, and one inch thick...... Deep, dark metal, or more like a piece of steel than a weapon, when close enough. The sound of the wind waving by the black shadow was gloomy, and it was as thrilling as the roar of a dragon!

She swung her sword—a whip of dirt and soot. Directly divide a knight with a sword into two sections. Then the circle turned back and slashed at the shield of the other knight. The heavy steel shield shattered like glass under the blow, and the scattered steel pieces cut through the master's body like a knife, and a bloody arrow shot into the sky, turning the valiant knight into a mass of flesh and blood......

The crossbow bolts are coming.

The first attack of the Imperials in the midst of this night of confusion and collapse was sparsely heard, but the sparse arrows brought some trouble to the cavalry, and the horses struck by the arrows neighed and fell, and a gap appeared on the arrows.

Dangerous voids.

AFA Nathan charged.

The sprint of a man and a horse, almost as the enemy was close at hand, the monstrous giant horse went from immobile to the highest height, and it took only one breath! The faint sound of the wind was almost inaudible, but to the swordsman, the silence was far more striking than the roar—the pitch-black greatsword swung in a perfect arc in the firelight. Arc forward, nearly ten feet away, dusty,——

Two swords intersect.

The sword in the earl's hand is also a magic weapon, two arms long, one palm wide, with nearly half of the wealth in his territory, from the hands of a small group of mercenaries in exchange for the ancient heritage, the blade of the sword faintly flashes with lightning, the moment it hits the target, it will turn into a blasting thunderbolt, but this blade worth ten thousand gold is almost worthless in front of the enemy, the weight difference between the two, so that the result of this sword exchange is almost completely doomed...... The greatsword slammed through his opponent and grazed the top of the Count's head inexhaustibly, and the terrible Argument tore off his helmet, and the corners of the metal armor scraped the Count's forehead, and in an instant blood poured out half of his face.

The horror in his heart made the count roar, he could hardly believe that he would lose in the clash of strength, the power that came from the blade of the sword reminded him for a moment of the legendary dragon burning like pain from the tiger's mouth, from every knuckle, although he barely held the sword, but his wrist was so numb that he lost consciousness, let alone dance the sword to continue fighting

Not surprisingly

The general sneered, and at that moment he already grasped another sword in his hand, which was a thin stabbing sword, and a layer of blood-red mist floated on the blade, which was as sharp as a wasp's tail needle, and pierced the woman's heart. The light blade was swift under the propulsion of his force, slicing the air forward like a straight line of blood.

Magic weapons

This was a means of killing, and the woman who wielded the sword was no longer armed, and there was no way to avoid it, and the baron stabbed down with all his might, and it could almost imagine that it could immediately enjoy the woman's muffled snort or sharp scream. 'It's a pity' The thought crossed his mind for a moment, because the power of the magic weapon in his hand was the curse of blood, and the wound stabbed by this vicious weapon would suck the blood around him in a short period of time, and even if it didn't hit the heart, it would also kill the opponent in a breath!

But the next moment—

But he was in his heart. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation, monthly pass,