We know that in the eyes of an adult, it doesn't really make a difference to a three-year-old or a ten-year-old, even if a ten-year-old can easily subdue a three-year-old.

Giroud, as a seventh-level knight who is qualified to qualify for the official contract with the second-level Warcraft, is qualitatively different from the low-level knights. But when he went up to the twelfth level of the profession and the mount was a high-level demonic beast 'Gorga Mountain Three-Peaked Camel', the result was no different from those knights and knights of the fifth or sixth level. The gap in rank is there, this is the most objective fact, and it is not an obstacle that can be crossed by relying on some idealistic theories.

Although Giroud was a country man who had lived in a small village as a child, the biggest official he had ever seen was a man who had walked out of their village and become the deputy secretary general of the town council in his fifties or sixties.

The reason for seeing him is that he will retire in the village for the elderly, after all, he is the number one person in the village, but he is nothing in the town.

After serving in the army, although he was well-informed, the biggest officer among the people he knew was his Excellency the Wing Commander. After retiring, he has also been busy with business, and then busy training cavalry, it can be said that he has basically not seen any big names.

However, even so, his research and understanding of the knight profession is very profound, otherwise he would not have become a seventh-level knight under extremely poor external conditions. And when studying the knight profession, there is one topic that can never be avoided, and that is mounts.

Although Giroud rode the Haode mount in his lifetime after working for the unknown nobleman, the 'electric zebra' under his crotch was obtained, and even the most haode mount he had ever seen in the army was only the mid-level Warcraft mount of the deputy wing captain.

But that doesn't mean that Giroud doesn't know what the mount of the barbarian knight (Weppa) on the other side is, the high-level monster that Giroud has only seen in the information provided to him by his employer, the three-peaked camel of the Gogar Mountains.

Giroud's years of military career made Giroud quickly make a clear assessment of the strength comparison between the two sides, and the result was naturally obvious, although his side was more than ten times the number of opponents, and it was still a well-trained professional elite. But it still can't change the disadvantaged situation, although there are few people on the other side, but it is a middle and high-level dragon knight who is at least eleven or above, and four fourth- and fifth-level knights who are veterans at first glance.

Although there are few people, you must know that a fourth-level knight can completely withstand fifteen to twenty professional cavalry without professional rank, and only the 'contract knight' knows how long he can last against the knight riding a three-peaked camel on the opposite side.

"Your Excellency the nobleman has helped our family change their previous embarrassing lives and make a qualitative leap in our lives, and now is the opportunity to repay him. Giroud felt that this time it seemed that he was probably going to give an account here, but his deep gratitude and gratitude to the unknown nobleman made him silently determined.

'It's time to show the promise you made when you declared your knighthood, and though I don't know if the unknown nobleman will accept my allegiance as an ordinary man, he is still my lord. Giroud looked to the far east with gratitude and longing.

Far east, in a luxurious manor, a richly dressed nobleman seemed to feel something, and at the same time came to the edge of the spacious huge balcony, thinking of the west, he raised the crystal cup in his hand, and the crystal red slowly flowed, bright red like new blood.

Giroud seemed to sense something, and his expression became unusually determined.

With the sound of a huge weight falling to the ground, Giroud knew that Zuihou's time had come. "The demolition squad is scattered left and right, and the other three squads are all there!" Giroud pulled out his four-meter-long cavalry rifle hanging from the saddle gun, and held it firmly on his chest, pointing straight at Weipa and the others who were slowly driving their mounts to this side, and launched a cavalry charge.

On the Weipa's side, as the elite of the 'Fionardo' Knights, their understanding of cavalry was far superior to that of the cavalry on the other side, and while Giroud shouted orders, these most elite knights had silently begun to show off their superhuman horsemanship.

First, they led their mounts and slowly paced forward with small steps, observing the movement of the enemy opposite the smoke and dust caused by the landing of the fence, while adjusting their speed according to the enemy's charging time and speed, and then gradually increasing their speed and adjusting the posture of holding their weapons to rush towards the enemy, and throughout the operation, the footsteps of their mounts were almost identical.

The essence of the cavalry charge was brought into full play by only five of them at this moment, and the momentum they brought with the sound of neat horse hooves was even greater than the momentum of the enemy on the opposite side, and it seemed that there were more people on Weipa's side.

As a barbarian, although he has a strong confidence in his own strength and has the certainty of victory, he is not dragged down and blinded by this self-confidence like other barbarians. He was well aware that although a hard-fought cavalry duel could give him a taste of victory, it would definitely cause heavy casualties.

It was a big question how many of the four men behind him would survive, they were not ordinary knights of the Knights, but elite henchmen who had been carefully selected and cultivated by him, and even one of them would be distressed if they were killed or injured. He didn't choose them and bring them out so that they would die at the hands of a rabble that had escaped out of nowhere.

Although he was also a knight, unlike Giroud, who valued the rules of knighthood, Weipa never paid much attention to the vows he made when he declared himself a knight, and he never liked these vows that seemed extremely boring to him, let alone made him obey them.

In his opinion, the battle must be won, otherwise there is no point at all, and the use of small means for the sake of victory is completely worth advocating in his values, and this value has also been reflected in his previous battles. With this value in mind, he secretly gave instructions to his partner, the camel beneath him.

Giroud led his cavalry, which he had been training for a long time, and launched a charge, but because of the smoke and dust that had been stirred up when he pulled down the fence, Giroud and the cavalry behind him could not see the enemy on the opposite side.

Giroud didn't particularly care about the smoke, though, and in his opinion it was just to be expected.