All the goblins scattered on the battlefield joined in this terrible onslaught like a tidal wave, sweeping forward like an unstoppable green wave.

"Someone!" shouted Comer. Greenskin's wave of destruction had not yet rushed to the human front, but he had already judged the outcome of the battle before the two sides engaged.

"General!" a knight approached him.

"Pass my orders! Tell the Turanians to come and reinforce them immediately!

Comer drew his saber from his body, and he looked around to see dozens of guards beside him, in addition to the gunner and the messenger who had just left. At the front, without the need for an order from the commander-in-chief, the officers had already transferred all their reserves to the front line, ready for this battle with no chance of victory.

The cannon fired another volley, but it didn't make a splash like pebbles thrown into the tide.

"All the soldiers obey the order! Reinforcements will be here soon! Everyone hold on!" Commer shouted, while leading the less than a hundred people around him to rush to the front line.

At this time, the green creatures had already entered the erupting torrent, violently rushing into the defense line of the human warriors.

"You will be punished for what you do!" Comer cursed inwardly at the vampire he hadn't met. "I swear!"

......

The letter whipped the war horse with force, and sped up desperately. He was not worried that the horses would lose their strength, because the location of the Turanian was not far away. In fact, after only ten minutes of running wildly, he saw the Turanians.

It is a relatively wide bay, although it is not as suitable for swimming as the river on the edge of the highlands. But if you're reinforcing the North Shore, it's a good wading position.

As a general reserve, they looked rather laid back. The soldiers sat on the side of their horses resting, talking and laughing, while their commander, the fat man, was sitting on the edge of a large rock, leisurely sipping fine wine, and there was no atmosphere of war at all.

The messenger galloped in and caught the attention of the Turanian soldiers. But pay attention, except for a few more glances, he rushed all the way in front of Maider without encountering obstacles.

"General Maider!" the courier jumped off his horse panting, "General Comer has you asked for reinforcements right away. ”

"Oh. Maud's face was unmoved, he methodically filled himself with a small glass of wine, and began to savor it slowly with an expression of great enjoyment.

"My lord, it's 'right away' reinforcements. Seeing that the other party was indifferent, the messenger unconsciously added.

"I'm not deaf. Maid lowered his cup and replied slowly. "How's the battle going up ahead?"

The messenger suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke the battle as quickly as he could.

"Oh, I see. If I don't send reinforcements, Comer will lose. Maide said in a deliberately long tone.

"General Comer is trying his best to organize resistance. As long as you arrive in time, we win. The messenger's voice was respectful, but in his heart he cursed the fat man. Every minute, more comrades are sacrificed, and this fat man is still delaying time so slowly. But as the saying goes, the situation is stronger than people, even if he has great dissatisfaction, he can only swallow it back in his stomach first.

"Well, if I don't go, he'll be finished. Maide said, his tone full of disdain and contempt. "Okay, then I'll reluctantly walk through it. Ah, by the way, you're a holy knight?" he asked, seemingly casually.

"Subordinate to the Third Brigade of the Holy Knights......" The messenger was interrupted by Maider in the middle of his words. Med waved his hand and said, "Needless to say, anyway, I know that you are a holy knight." The rest doesn't matter. ”

This sentence is a bit clueless and inexplicable, but Maed has no intention of explaining it at all, so the messenger can only keep his doubts in his heart.

"Blow the trumpet, gather the soldiers!" Maider shouted as he threw away his cup and turned to his men to the side.

With the sound of the horn, the Turanian soldiers immediately showed their true colors as well-trained soldiers. They immediately got on their horses and formed a formation in a very short time. Their helmets were already worn on their heads, and the visors on their helmets had been lowered. On their side, the green and silver flags of the Kingdom of Turan fluttered in the cold wind.

As mentioned earlier, the Turanian army consisted entirely of cavalry, and although it was possible to dismount and fight on foot at that time, it would only take a short time to reinforce Comer.

"General, please support immediately!" the messenger urged again, but Medley ignored him, and instead slowly stepped onto his horse and trotted all the way to the front of the army.

"General, the military situation is urgent, if it is too late, I am afraid that General Comer will ......" The messenger was in a hurry, but Comer was not nervous at all. Not only was he not nervous, but he began to organize his military uniform and armor as if he were going to a banquet.

"What will happen to Comer?" Maider asked.

"The general has personally led the guards to the front line!" replied the messenger eagerly.

"Oh, that's called karma. Maider replied as he gestured to his men. Immediately, several knights left the queue and came to Myder's side, and the lead one handed Maider a pistol. The latter looked at the pistol over and over again, then pointed it at the courier.

The Courier thought it was just an unintentional move, but out of a cautious instinct, he stepped aside to avoid the muzzle of the gun. However, Maider immediately moved the muzzle of the gun, always pointing the barrel of the pistol at his head.

"General, you ......" the messenger was startled, but still confused, not understanding what was happening.

"Let Comer die!" Maider pulled the trigger. A cloud of smoke rose from the musket's valve. Although the accuracy of the pistol was the worst among muskets, the distance between the two sides was too close. The courier was hit in the head, and the sheer force of the bullet lifted his skull directly. His body fell backwards, and he fell directly off the warhorse, and immediately stopped moving.

"Throw this thing into the river. Maide's expression of nonchalance was on his face as he blew away the smoke from the muzzle of the pistol. While several soldiers were on this mission, his eyes looked into the distance. There was a faint sound of fighting over there.

"You will be punished for what you do!Comer!" he cursed in a low voice. Then he turned to his troops and gave orders.

"The whole army retreats, let's go!"

"Uh......h My brave big brother...... I've avenged you at last!" he wiped a tear from his eye as he turned his horse's head.

......

Comer dropped his broken sword and searched for a replacement weapon. At this moment, the struggle for life and death was taking place all around him, in all directions, blood and shouts seemed to ignite this gloomy sky, and the winter air seemed to be boiling in the fury of hatred and battle.

The goblins rushed in waves of madness, pressing them back. At this moment, his only hope was for the Turanians to arrive soon. As long as the Turanian can arrive in time, then he still has a chance to win this battle. The formation of the human army has been crushed, but the soldiers are still desperately resisting. And he is no longer the general who strategizes and commands the overall situation, but just an ordinary soldier who works the front line and fights for his own life.

He picked up a goblin's spear, only to find that it was also broken. In the nick of time, a goblin jumped up and stabbed him in the face with a dagger.

Comer grabbed the goblin's arm and snapped the evil monster's arm off. He then pulled the dagger from his face and pierced the green-skinned creature through the neck.

It was a blow that reached deep into the bone. If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that if I received this blow, I would lose my combat effectiveness due to severe pain and bloodshed. But Comer is not a mortal, but a holy knight who has received the power of the gods. He may not have the dazzling superpowers of other knights, but his abilities are useful—the gods of the Star Fields have bestowed upon him extraordinary healing powers. After he pulled the dagger from his face, it only took a few seconds for the bleeding to begin to decrease, and in just two or three minutes, his wound would scab over, and in just a few hours, his wound would heal.

But now there was no more time for him, and another goblin appeared from behind him and stabbed him with a spear in the back of his knee, which was not protected by armor. Comer threw his dagger and stabbed him in the eye. Then pull out the goblin's spear from his body and set it aside.

He's already the last living person in this small area, so more and more goblins are outflanking him.

The Turanians haven't come yet!

He had forgotten how long he had been fighting. But since he was panting and covered with wounds at the moment, since the battle line had collapsed under the repeated onslaught of the goblins, it meant that he had held out long enough. The Turanians should have come. The hoofs of their horses should have sounded.

Unless the Courier is intercepted! No, the Courier cannot be intercepted. What the hell is going on? That Maider couldn't hold back the urge to fight, so he crossed the river to the north bank to fight? No, it couldn't be! If Maed was a fledgling boy, it was somewhat possible, but Maed wasn't.

He looked desperately across the river. The battle over there had receded far away, so the position was not clear. In fact, he didn't have the time to spare, because at least ten goblins were coming towards him.

"Come on!" he said, spear in hand, ready to engage in battle.

......

The Blood Banner Boss looked at the battlefield ahead. The battle is still going on, but the goblins have crawled all over the heights. But he knew that this was not the end, and that the enemy's reserves had not yet entered the battlefield.

"Boss, it's time for us to go too!" Tarus also eagerly asked for battle this time. "It's a good fight. ”

The Blood Banner Boss didn't answer. The situation on the north bank of the river has developed to a rather critical state. It can be said that it already belongs to the state where the victory and defeat have been divided and the battle is in full swing. Discipline suppressed wildness and fanaticism, and the Greenskins were already in decline under the overwhelming onslaught of humans, and the Greenskins on the North Shore were holding the line at the moment because a large group of Scrooggs had joined the battlefield, and these creatures were not very powerful, but they did not know how to retreat at all. They bounce and rush into enemy lines, always causing a certain amount of chaos before they die. But once all these Skoogs are dead, then things will go back to the way they were.

The Blood Banner Boss's gaze returned to the front. There was no time, he had to make up his mind. He told himself in his heart, but it seemed difficult to make this determination. The Black Orcs were his last force, and the enemy also had a reserve in good condition.

Perhaps because of the smoke drifting ahead, his eyes suddenly blurred, and then he saw that Thomas had come to him at some point.