Chapter 835 The Death of the Grand Leader

He held the long hilt of the knife with both hands and swung it out fiercely. A series of spears were stabbing towards him, and the spear tips were shining with cruel and death light in the moonlight. But the commander of the great regiment, Girami II, de Sonak, was not worried. He was a battlefield, a fearless warrior on the battlefield.

"Die..."

He roared, and the long sword carried all his strength, slashed through the air and made a scream when he slashed. It was a deadly sound, and he could even see the fear in the eyes of the attacker.

"Die, in the name of ***!"

This was like a series of curses, in which the great commander Girami II de Sonak forgot all his fears. He knew very well how humble and cowardly these ordinary soldiers were when facing the knights.

The knights of the Templar Templar felt the anger of the great commander, and they also waved their long swords. One by one, the slashing swords shone brightly in the moonlight, which was different from the black long sword used by the Yulin Army of the Song Dynasty. When the slashing swords of the knights flew under the moon, they were like a scattered autumn water.

The cold and bright light can be called dazzling, but their sharpness is much worse than those black long swords with extremely serrated blades. But compared to the hand-forged European long swords at this time, it is a genuine Damascus blade after all, which is much sharper.

The pole of the spear was cut off by a long sword and a light spear. The halberd was only required to be raised to welcome him, and the head of the halberd seemed to fall underground. Faced with the attacks of the Knights of the Templar Knights, the soldiers crowded and retreated.

However, the sound of feather arrows breaking through the air came. The feather arrows shot at close range were quite powerful. Although the new armor on their bodies prevented the Templars from being too much harmed, even their beliefs made those who were not hurt in their consciousness, were not worth mentioning.

However, when the arrow branches fell like raindrops, the constant minor injuries affected the knights' flexibility. More and more soldiers were pouring out from the woods on the roadside. Although their spears and halberds were not worth mentioning when the Knights Templar Knights were chopped. But when a team of knights surged from the road, they felt the coming of crisis.

They can almost ignore the attacks of ordinary soldiers, but the attacks of knights cannot be ignored. With the power of the impact of war horses, wielding the knight's sword and shackles can bring them great trouble.

"Be careful, cavalry…!"

On the battlefield, the Knights of the Templars had the will of brotherly unity. They shouted and reminded each other of their brothers. Then they raised the sword planted by their hands and rushed towards the cavalry. They had to leave their brothers with a chance to win, even if they needed to use their lives.

Under the moonlight, the war horse was urging by the knights and rushed over. The knights immediately raised the knight's sword in their hands. The knights of the Templar were not worried about this. The sword they held in front of them stabbed towards the horse's body.

The horse in the sword made a sad neigh, but the long sword that the knight swung, and then he fell from the horse himself. The Templars on the side did not intend to give him a chance to fight back. The sword in his hand was pulled out from the war horse, and wielded it again regardless of the blood that was violently ejected from the horse.

Screaming, the sound of metal collision sounded. However, before the knights of the Templar who had just killed a knight raised their heads, he was hit hard. The huge impulse immediately caused him to lie on the ground, spurting out a large ball of blood from his mouth, and spurting out from the gap above his head.

Needless to ask, a weapon with such strong power may be a chain hammer except for a chain. Compared to a long sword, these are two types of weapons that are difficult to master. Just like a nunchakus, you may be able to kill. But if you master it well, the chain will be much more powerful than a stick.

The heavy chain hammer hit the knight's back. Although the sharp-looking hard teeth on the hammer head caused damage to the knight, what really hurt him was the huge kinetic energy brought by the chain hammer after it was swung.

With one blow, the knights who had just arrived rushed forward along the road. The knights who had originally resisted the attacks on both sides of the road were knocked down underground under attack from the inside. As the defense weakened in one step, more soldiers on the side of the road rushed out. Although they were afraid of the knights, they were still willing to fight when the victory was right in front of them.

One by one, the knights were surrounded by the enemies who swarmed in. The long halberds, spears and swords of Conseong were like an iron curtain, making the surrounding knights exhausted. Finally, there were miserable roars from the mouths of the Knights of the Templar Knights. The swords in their hands maintained a fighting posture, but they could no longer resist the long halberds, long swords and spears of Conseong.

Then, with regret and disdain for these soldiers, the knights fell down. As more cavalry fell, Girami II, the commander of the Knights Templar, knew that he was already doomed tonight.

His eyes looked at the castle not far away, and it was still quiet like a midnight cemetery, and he was completely unmoved by the experience of his large leader.

The loud sound of horse hooves came, and he turned his head to look. The man riding on the horse was wearing excellent Milan's armor, with a shield in one hand and a chain hammer hovering beside him. Behind him was a team of elite cavalry, and the Templars under him had to wave their swords to fight against these enemies riding on the horse because they had lost their war horses.

Girami II, the great commander of the Templar, stood his long sword in front of him. The handle of the knife was processed into the shape of a cross according to his request, which allowed him to make his final prayer when death was about to come.

Yes, as a devout disciple, he cannot let his subordinates leave this cruel world without being blessed by the Lord.

He looked up to the sky, his lips trembling, no one knew what he was saying. It could be seen that in the face of the coming chain hammer hovering in the air with the breath of death, it had no effect on his actions.

He moved quickly, and even had time to finish the cross in his chest, kissing his lips as the handle of the cross. Then he inserted his long knife forward, spreading his arms towards the death that had come forward, as if he wanted to embrace its arrival.

"Bang..."
Chapter completed!