As the night drew to a close, the Tumiit army marched out.

Behind a low hill more than a dozen miles outside the city, the cavalry surrounded the vicinity.

One by one, the walking alchemy soldiers walked inside the griffin sword.

Inside is a pure black square space, like a real tortoise stomach bag, due to the size, the soldiers fit each other after entering, like a long strip of goods piled together, until all 1,195 foot soldiers entered, there is still a lot of space left.

As for the shortfalls, they naturally died in yesterday's battle, and after they were recovered, they were all destroyed in the name of burial.

Jiang Yuan turned over and got on his horse, and the knights of a thousand people began to speed up, and the horses' hooves broke through the grass, and the smoke and dust rose.

Strictly speaking, living beings cannot survive in space equipment, in addition to objective factors, there is also the refusal of the world to which living beings belong to to plunder their property by outsiders.

However, the essence and personality of alchemical life tend to be close to that of the Golem, and it is not bothered by this factor, even its creator is outside of fate.

"Master, it's about half a day's journey from here to Kolentaling."

On the back of the alchemy warhorse, Saint Ding looked at the map.

"Half-speed march."

"Understood."

The speed of the troops stops when it rises to a certain limit, and the alchemy warhorses can continue to burst out for long distances, but the ordinary warhorses borrowed from the Eastern Army are only flesh and blood.

Jiang Yuan contacted the Third Construction Legion in the Labyrinth Vice-City through the blood medium, and twenty griffon knights took to the air one after another.

In the northeast corner of the Colta Territory is the Korta Territory, and the two sides belonged to the same vein a hundred years ago, and further north, there is the Tumiit Territory.

After a day's march, the troops reached the middle of the Colta territory, and the ground was a messy image created by the trampling of large numbers of infantry back and forth, and the villages not far away were only ruins, and the red light was about to be extinguished in the embers of the burning wooden houses.

The map of the entire viscount is in someone's mind, the griffin knight hovering in the clouds high in the sky is his eyes, and at this moment the wall to the south of the viscount's castle has collapsed, and the leading earl under Tuze is making a final attack.

"Master." St. Ding asked about the direction of the operation.

"Don't care, distribute the riding guns, 25 degrees north-east, ten minutes, full speed in the second half." Jiang Yuan said.

The alchemist guards at the end of the line opened the long cloth bag they were carrying, and everyone quickly and orderly took away the cavalry spears inside, which were forged by the dwarven tribe according to the drawings given by someone, and the toughness and hardness were skillfully balanced.

After the distribution of the cavalry guns, the troops began to advance in the direction of 25 degrees north-east, and after five minutes of warm-up, the whole army began to increase its speed desperately, and at eight minutes, the speed reached its peak, and the horses pushed sideways on the ground like a city wall.

In front of the sight, a group of noble private troops who had just completed the raid were gathering, numbering about a thousand, and the siege was a process of heavy casualties, once the results were achieved, the corresponding nobles would be allowed to be replaced and gain the right to plunder freely.

The sound of horses' hooves was deafening, like thunder on the ground, and the viscount headed by him reacted with a hideous face when he saw this, and personally led the guards in front, and at the same time let the officers of all departments form a battle formation as soon as possible.

The wind whistled past his ears, Jiang Yuan's complexion did not change, his arm was raised at a right angle with his elbow as the center, he clamped the refined cavalry spear that was more than two meters long on his side, the source demon fighting qi exploded, and the flames and wind spread on the body of the spear, bringing wisps of blue-red streamer at the tip.

At the same time, thousands of mounted spears were framed with their masters, and the scene was spectacular, and the entire knight order seemed to turn into a wave that swept all things, and slapped heavily on the private army of the nobles who had not yet finished the battle.

The moment the two sides collided, Jiang Yuan stabbed out the cavalry spear, and the inertial impact of the war horse speeding up to the peak combined with the muscular strength of his own shot, converging into a stabbing blow that was almost qualitatively changed, and the blue and red spear penetrated the three superior warriors who were holding heavy shields and should have been an iron wall to resist the enemy.

The remaining strength was about to stop, Jiang Yuan decisively opened the state of the Wind Knight, a huge force emerged, and the wind on the horse gun was agitated.

The viscount held the sword in both hands, aimed at the barrel of the gun and slashed diagonally, but Jiang Yuan's wrist twisted, converting the impact and great force into the palm of his hand, and the spear was pushed out, throwing off the three corpses hanging on the barrel of the gun and bursting forward.

Like a ram used in a siege of a city, the power he felt when the viscount was defending with a sword made his face panic instantly, but death had come, and someone's entire chest was shattered with a single shot, and the internal organs were rotten like bloody mud, and half of the heart was only connected by a thin flesh membrane.

The Viscount died as his body fell backwards to the ground.

Jiang Yuan picked up half of the riding spear that had sunk into the ground, and the alchemy war horse killed two knights who abandoned their weapons and fled in the process.

In the eyes of the enemy army, the black figure was invincible, the three guardian knights who were famous in the territory were killed in an instant, and the viscount, who was known for his bravery and good fighting, died on the spot, even the Sword Saint would never be able to break through the defensive front line of the battle formation so quickly.

The riding spear was on the verge of shattering, Jiang Yuan threw it forward, and the racial talent of the burst spell was released, as if there were multiple fragment grenades exploding in the crowd, and a wave of blood was immediately set off.

Saint Ding, who had been helping his master to cut down the danger on the side, threw his riding spear over, and the long-handled heavy axe in his hand seemed to be unsealed, and when the blue and red light bloomed again, this noble private army completely collapsed.

Dense screams of unknown meaning echoed, and the Thousand Knights rushed by, each alchemy soldier covered in blood, and each of them retreated indifferently.

Jiang Yuan and Sheng Ding turned their horses' heads, and the second round of charging began, so far it was already a simple slaughter, the head was smashed with a spear, the neck was cut off with a long sword, the war horse was torn apart, and some officers gathered soldiers in order to save their lives, but they were taken care of.

Two charges, plus ten minutes of scattered pursuit and harvesting, brought the first battle to an end.

The raid of the Acewood army was based on the target being reduced to white ground, and the harvest was a lot, and the valuable things in the vicinity were gathered, Jiang Yuan put the metal currency into the internal space of the griffin sword, took off the animal skin bag on the side of the war horse, and ordered after replenishing the water:

"35 degrees north-west, fifteen minutes, half speed ahead."

The Knights continued to move forward, and fifteen minutes later, another group of enemy troops appeared in front of them, and twenty griffon knights continued to hover in the air, which was equivalent to turning on the live radar for someone.

On the galloping horse, Jiang Yuan bent his bow and arrows, strings like a full moon, two bursting bullets appeared, and then injected into the tips of the arrows, and at the same time, the burst cast spell and the blessing of the wind whisperer.

The piercing arrow fires at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, followed with a sharp thud, and shoots straight at the enemy leader.

According to the siege plan, this is a new force ready to replace the vanguard troops, directly under the leading earl, led by the earl's younger brother, the guardian knight of Tuze Acewood.

In the face of the attacking enemy army, the leader sneered, and let the left and right guards lead the cavalry forward, while he himself advanced steadily with the main force, waiting for the opposing soldiers to rest for a while, trapping them in the quagmire of the army.

Suddenly, a red light approached, and the leader immediately slashed, and the strong fighting qi that was on the verge of the Sword Saint level was surging.

But the moment the blade and the arrow touched, a violent explosion was released, and what was even worse was that the second penetrating arrow, which had always been attached to the red light, suddenly increased its kinetic energy under the shock wave.

The flames burned the leader's face to rotten flesh, the force of the impact causing him to lose his balance and fly backwards, while a second arrow pierced the senior officer's eyebrows, splashing red-white slurry as it passed through the back of his head.

There was a long dead silence in the battle formation, and it was not until the Knights broke through the cavalry units that had no support that panicked shouts and shouts.

The rout befell unsurprisingly.

(End of chapter)