Heroes of Silver Moon

Accompanied by the sound of horns, forty or fifty vassals and retinues rode war horses and rushed into the gap from the rear. Under the trampling and collision of the war horses, hundreds of people were killed or injured instantly by the crowded orc soldiers.

But there were too many orc soldiers, and the charging horses were forced to stop abruptly.

The retainers and followers on horseback fell out due to inertia, and then the orc soldiers swarmed up and chopped them into pieces.

In the face of absolute quantity, any martial skill is meaningless.

The sacrifices of these people were not in vain. They prevented the orc army from breaking through the gap. Mikil took the opportunity to fill the gap with the private army of the Sissoko family.

"It's the Sissoko family, the Sissoko family is here!"

The Sissoko family's participation in the battle drew cheers from the soldiers, and the already desperate army once again radiated their fighting spirit.

But this fighting spirit made the orc army feel exhausted and powerless.

How many times is this? At this point, this human team has already lost more than half, why don't they collapse?

"Grand Duke, look, the gap is closed. It's the Sissoko family, and the Sissoko family has joined the battle!" The people around Grand Duke Gaseppe cheered.

At such a time, it is incredible that they can still wait for reinforcements!

"Good boy! Let's counterattack and push the orc army back!" Grand Duke Gaseppe, who was still in fear, swiftly took the long sword away from his neck, and quickly issued an order.

Now, Simon in the central position is dead or alive, and Valery in the left wing is nowhere to be found among the chaotic army, and he is the only one who can command the overall situation.

"Yes!" The officers nodded excitedly, and immediately led their subordinates to counterattack the orcs. The victory of this battle was already in their hands.

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The unhurried cavalry unit finally arrived at the battlefield, 400 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters! Until both sides can see each other's faces.

Sir Ferry, who kept his horsepower all the time, bit off the cork of the potion, and then drank it in one gulp.

The eyes suddenly turned into golden vertical pupils, the whites of the eyes were bloodshot, and the aging body began to swell. At this moment, the old Jazz felt the power, just like regaining his youth.

At the same time, the remaining candles of life also began to burn, and life entered the countdown.

"Knights, charge with me!" Sir Ferry pulled down his fully enclosed mask, twirled his fist-thick lance under his armpit, and kicked the horse with his heel spurs hard.

The war horse suffered from pain and ran wildly in an instant. Bronco and others behind him also followed the old jazz and made the same move.

The cavalry unit is divided into three layers, each layer is a cone shape, and the combination of the three layers is like a progressive spear point.

At the forefront is the King's Wing Knights, as well as some well-trained knights and followers, forming a heavy cavalry of 700 people.

They are highly skilled in martial arts and well-equipped, as if wrapped in an iron can. With speed and quality, the horses rush towards the enemy with tons of inertia.

In the era of cold weapons, they are land tanks, and no one can fight them head-on!

The second level is the cavalry regiment of the new French leader. Although they only have a saber and pistol and no armor on their bodies, they are well-trained and disciplined, and they follow closely as light cavalry.

If the heavy cavalry on the first floor are the sword tips of the cavalry unit, then they are the blades behind the sword tip, responsible for enlarging the wound behind the sword tip.

The third floor is for country knights like Winston and the retinues they brought.

As a temporary cavalry unit, their martial arts and equipment are not bad, but they are not as good as those on the first floor, and they are not comparable to the discipline and leadership of the new law cavalry on the second floor.

Therefore, they are the plow rakes pulled by the bulls. Although the formation is relatively loose, as long as they closely follow the two layers in front, they can also cause secondary damage to the orcs in a wider area.

The orc soldiers on the left flank were simply prepared. A few heavy infantry were in front. The spearmen stretched out their spear points behind them, and the light infantry pressed their bodies against the spearmen.

He guarded in fear behind the small pothole trap, waiting for the charge of the human cavalry.

"Kill!" Sir Ferry took the lead, and the three-meter-long lance seemed to be poking paper, instantly hitting the orc soldiers who were already on guard.

One inch long and one inch strong, the orc's spear of about two meters couldn't touch him at all!

Bronco and the others also followed closely behind, using the lances under their armpits, and knocked the orcs in front of them into the air, but some war horses accidentally stepped on the traps, and even the horse and man fell half to death.

The cavalry behind did not dare to give way at all. Under such a high-speed charge, whoever avoided would die! You can only step on the body of your companion.

Those cavalrymen who were tripped were instantly trampled into a ball of flesh!

Like a flood, the crude defenses of the orc army collapsed in the blink of an eye in front of the heavily armed heavy cavalry.

The heavy cavalry kept knocking and trampling the orcs in front, and the cavalry led by the new law followed behind, using sabers and pistols to clean up the orcs who could resist.

The two layers of cavalry passed by, and there were only a handful of orc soldiers who could still stand. The scattered cavalry on the third layer spontaneously scattered to widen the wound.

Like an angry bull pulling a plow and running wildly in the wheat field, under the impact of this cavalry unit, the crowded orc soldiers fell down in pieces like wheat.

Sir Ferry, who was at the forefront, was burning with the fire of life. He could feel the passing of life every moment, and his heart became more and more anxious.

He hasn't been able to avenge his family, how can he just fall like this?

At this moment, Battelle, who led people to stop the charge, entered the eyes of the old knight, and suddenly a burst of anger and hatred for no reason emerged in his heart.

He didn't know that this was the chief warrior of the orcs, who was the first orc to abuse his great-granddaughter, but now he just wanted to kill this orc!

"Bronco, you come to replace me!" The old jazz turned his horse's head and rushed towards Battelle.

"Damn it! Sir Ferry!" Bronco was a little caught off guard by the sudden change, but he immediately took up the position of the tip of the sword.

"Yousef, Siegel, go and assist Sir Ferry!" After filling his position, Bronco, who was a little worried about the status of the old Jazz, ordered.

As an old subordinate, Yousef, of course, has no problem.

Siegel was a little reluctant, but thinking that Simon had handed over the command to Sir Ferry and Bronco this time, he could only obey the order.

The two immediately broke away from the main force and headed towards the old jazz.

"Ah!" The old jazz was extremely angry. While shouting, he also aimed his lance at Battelle. With the blessing of the potion, he returned to his young self, confident to fight anyone.

But seeing this human knight rushing towards him, Battelle just smiled disdainfully, grabbed the short spear beside him, pierced the sky with a whoosh, and hit the old knight's chest.

The huge impact caused Sir Ferry to fly upside down in an instant, and fell off his horse. Then he stood up with his long sword supporting his body, and looked at the orc solemnly.

Judging from the confrontation just now, the orc in front of him is definitely not taking it easy, but he doesn't want to leave either, he is determined to kill Battelle.

Although the news is not clear, but they are connected by blood, Sir Ferry vaguely understands that this may be the object of his revenge.

"Hmph, chops, are you still coming?" Battelle picked up his warhammer and walked towards the old knight with a sneer. He didn't care who the human being in front of him was, but anyone who dared to stand in his way would die!

The old jazz held his breath, clenched his long sword tightly, and rushed in front of Battelle in an instant.

But Sir Ferry's attack was easily dodged by Battelle, and the warhammer also swung towards the old knight, sparking sparks on the shiny plate armor.

Although the martial arts were not as good as Bateer's, but with the enchanted plate armor on his body, the two were evenly matched for a while.

But Sir Ferry is old and frail after all, and the effect of the Absolute Sound Potion is gradually fading.

The old jazz, whose fire of life was about to burn out, soon felt exhausted and powerless, and was finally kicked out by Battelle.

"Hmph, trash!" Although he didn't know why this human being hated him so much, Battelle didn't care at all.

Hundreds of human beings have been killed by him, and there are not a few human slaves who have played with them. Where is the time to control who this trash is, the most important thing now is to save the defeat.

Battle walked up to the old jazz, intending to use the warhammer to deal with the human knight, but Yusef and Siegel, who came to support Sir Fili, also rushed over in time.

Yousef rode his war horse into Battelle, forcing him to dodge aside. Facing this kind of heavy cavalry with huge inertia, no matter how high the martial arts skills are, it is impossible to be tough.

Siegel drove his horse, surrounded Battelle, and aimed his pistol at him.

A sense of crisis suddenly flashed in his heart, and Battelle reacted subconsciously, grabbed the scimitar on his back, and slashed out directly, cutting off the four hooves of Siegel's war horse.

The horse screamed and fell, and Siegel also fell out. Then, he rolled over to vent his strength, stood firm, held a knife in one hand, and a gun in the other, and confronted Battelle.

The cavalry, who lost their speed, might as well dismount and fight on foot. Yousef, who failed to make a contribution on the other side, also dismounted and confronted Battelle from the other side.

Besieged by the two, Battelle didn't panic at all, just shook his head with a sneer, weighed the hammer in his hand a few times, and rushed to Siegel in the blink of an eye.

Although on the surface, of course, the well-equipped Yousef is more difficult to deal with, but the alchemy weapon in the hands of this human is really dreadful, and everything must be dealt with first.

Siegel quickly parried, but was directly punched and flew out. Seeing this, Yousef rushed up and stabbed Battelle in the back.

But in the next second, he was also kicked out.

As the younger generation, their practice time is still too short, and they haven't even been able to break through to the master level.

Even the old jazz, who was a first-class master when he was young, was helpless in front of Battelle, so how could the two of them be rivals?

Siegel and Yousef struggled to get up. Yousef, who was wearing plate armor, was fine, but Siegel, who was wearing a suit and military uniform, was going to die.

Although he crossed his hands in time to defend just now, Battelle directly broke his right arm bone, and his left arm bone was also aching, probably a bit fractured.

Siegel, who was in pain, couldn't even hold the saber in his hand, so he could only hold the revolver tremblingly, aiming roughly at Battelle's body.

"Hmph, trash, are you just hiding in the turtle shell?" Siegel was no longer a threat, and Battelle once again knocked Yousef who was rushing up, and then stepped on his chest, preventing him from getting up.

Although the strength is not good, the plate armor on these humans is simply disgusting to him, the scimitar has no effect at all, and if the warhammer is not a real hit, it will be the same as a normal person.

Stamping on Yusef who was struggling, he tore off the fully enclosed helmet and threw it aside. Battelle raised the war hammer in his hand, ready to completely eliminate this human being.

Unable to break free, Yousef closed his eyes tightly in despair, waiting for the arrival of death.

"Ugh!" A cold arrow shot through Battelle from behind, he turned his head in disbelief, only to see Murray, the captain of the old Khan's guard, sneering at him.

"Bastard!" Battelle understood everything in an instant, and rushed towards Murray with all his strength.

Murray, who was riding on the wolf's back, did not panic at all. Battelle is the number one warrior of the Red Scorpion Khanate, but he is also a famous warrior of the Red Scorpion Khanate.

This time Battelle was also attacked by him and was seriously injured. How could he be his opponent, so he raised his hand and drew the longbow again.

Being shot by several arrows again, Battelle's face was full of resentment. He never thought that the old Khan would actually eliminate dissidents for the eldest prince Batu at such a time.

But think about it, the human cavalry has successfully launched a surprise attack. Once the army is defeated, King Khan's majesty will be greatly damaged.

Originally, the old Khan hadn't lived for a few years. If he died at this time, the eldest prince Batu would ascend the throne. He, the chief of the big tribe who was the number one warrior of the Khanate, didn't look like he would keep his own place.

After thinking about everything, Battelle, who had been shot in the body with several arrows, fell down with resentment on his face. The number one warrior of the Red Scorpion Khanate was finally defeated by his own people.

"Hmph, next, let's get rid of you too!" After finishing Battelle, Murray aimed his longbow at Yousef.

As for Siegel on the side, hum, this kind of miscellaneous fish that doesn't even have plate armor is not worthy of his attention at all~www.readwn.com~ So, Siegel, who seized the opportunity, endured the pain of fractures and fractures , holding the revolver firmly, with a bang, Murray's head cracked.

No matter how powerful a master-level warrior is, he is not a man of steel. An orc without the protection of a full-body plate armor is almost completely defeated by a hot weapon.

Heh, seeing Murray killed by Siegel with an alchemy weapon, Youssef laughed at himself, not only rejoicing that he had survived a desperate situation, but also feeling sad for the soldier.

This kind of alchemy weapon is really unreasonable...

Struggling to crawl to Sir Ferry's side, the old knight was already on the verge of dying. He looked at Yousef admiringly, and murmured, "Don't, leave me alone, young knight, go fight and charge!"

After finishing speaking, the old knight completely lost his vitality. Yousef's eye circles were a little red, and he nodded seriously.

Sir Ferry of the King's Shield has always been the benchmark for young knights in the kingdom. Now that he is old, he still chooses to die in battle, which has to be admired.

"Brother, why are you still in a daze? The orc army hasn't been defeated yet!"

Siegel was younger, had not been at the height of Sir Ferry's reputation, and was not a knight of traditional birth, so he certainly did not have Yousef's sorrow.

All he knew was that the orc army was still undefeated, they were still fighting hard, and there was no time to grieve!

"You don't need to remind me, of course I know!" Youssef glared at Siegel, then clenched his long sword tightly and joined the battle again.

Siegel shrugged helplessly, and followed Yousef's footsteps closely. He is now seriously injured and can only rely on a pistol for self-defense, and he still needs to find a companion to protect him.

Yusef, the head of the King's Wings, is a very good candidate...