523 years of the imperial calendar

Dukedom of Forthland

An unknown hill

The four-year-old war horse has been torn several times and has lost control after being stabbed.

Its strong skin was cut open, and the crimson flesh turned out. The pressure difference between the blood vessels and the atmosphere made the blood rush out unstoppable.

Every time a strong and powerful heart pumps, the war horses lose more blood.

It jumped up like crazy, kicked, and whistled to stop any human being from approaching, and even tried to turn back and bite it several times.

The young knight on the horse took more attacks than the warhorse.

Although the Knight's armor was very strong, he had no sharp weapon injuries on his body. However, being hit by several powerful and heavy blows still made his breathing almost stop.

The Knight no longer cared about his injuries, he just wanted to break out of the dead land as soon as possible.

His legs clamped the horse's belly tightly, while his left hand firmly grasped the reins and saddle, trying not to be thrown to the ground by the out-of-control war horse.

After his spear stabbed into the first enemy's body during the charge, he took off his hand because the horse was too fast and he couldn't pull it out. He didn't know where his shield went.

The only weapon he could use was left with was an armed sword, and his brain was blank.

Skills, moves and the teacher's teachings have long been left behind, with only strong slashing, waving, and knocking away any weapons approaching him.

He couldn't understand why this group of tramps and craftsmen could take a wing charge firmly and not be defeated? Not only did he not escape in all directions, he took the initiative to come up and fight him.

Most of the cavalry that launched this charge had already rushed out of the melee zone with horse speed and were reassembling.

But there were still half of the cavalry who failed to break through the siege cleanly and neatly. Their speed was slowed down and they were horrified to find that there were enemies from all directions.

If the enemy is defeated by side, the cavalry can drive away the defeated soldiers and sweep the entire front in one breath.

But if the enemy is not dispersed and trapped in the middle of the enemy, the cavalry that fights on their own will soon be eliminated.

And he was one of the small half of the cavalry trapped in the middle of the enemy.

"Dong."

With a loud bang, the young knight was shocked.

He knew that this was the sound of a mezzanine, and this was the weapon that the enemy was the most powerful and that he feared the most.

The gunshot was reflected several times by the nearby hillside, making the gunshot sound particularly long.

He was delighted to find that there was no extra blood hole in his body, but the joy soon covered a layer of haze - his failure to get shot means another companion might have fallen.

At this time, his war horse's madness began to weaken, and he could feel that the war horse no longer tried to throw him off his back.

The pain on the body of the war horse began to be relieved by the analgesic hormones that were secreted by the body. The desire for attack caused by panic and fury gradually faded, and the instinct to escape from danger prevailed.

The horse just wanted to leave this area full of bloody smell and noise as soon as possible.

The knight also felt this change. He lightly stabbed the horse's ribs, and at the same time guided the horse with his reins and legs, trying to get the horse to run towards the enemy's sparse place.

When the war horse received the instructions from the rider, it no longer flew around, but began to accelerate in the direction guided by the knight.

The enemy did not dare to stand in front of the rushing war horses and avoided them one after another.

They retreated to the side of the war horse and stabbed them hard at each man and horse with spears.

It took only a few seconds since the horse stopped going crazy to the beginning, three more wounds were added to the belly and thighs on the side of the horse.

The Knight was also hit by two spears, but he was full of joy.

Because the knights found that although these petty citizens were very morale, they were not as brave as they stood still in front of the charge horses, and their lives were exchanged for another life.

This means that as long as the speed of the war horse increases, he can escape from the sky.

Saved! You can rush out soon! The knight praised the only Savior over and over again in his heart.

Suddenly, a huge pulling force came from the left shoulder.

Caught off guard, the Knight was dragged off the saddle.

While the Knight's horse was still going crazy, a long halberd on the edge of the crowd had noticed him.

When the knight drove the war horse and accelerated in the direction of few people, the long halberd waited on his escape route.

The head of the knight's war horse passed directly in front of the long halberd hand. The long halberd hand decisively made his move, and the long halberd reached to the side of the knight.

When the halberd touched the knight's arm, a huge force instantly acted on him and the halberd's hands through the halberd.

The hands of the long halberd clasped the wooden handle tightly like iron pliers, and their feet were stuck to the ground like tree roots.

Last second, the Knight thought he was going to be saved.

The next second, he was dragged off from the horse by the halberd.

The knight felt like he was flying. After a brief flight, he fell heavily on the soft grass.

The horse escaped a burden and accelerated to escape from this purgatory.

The knight struggled to get up, but found that his left arm could not be used. The huge pulling force just now had dislocated his left shoulder.

The enemies beside him immediately dropped his weapon and rushed forward. They stepped on his left arm with their feet, pressed his thigh with their hands, and lay on him and pressed his body.

The Knight could feel a pair of hands trying to pull off his helmet.

He was extremely scared and held his right hand tightly to protect his neck, and let out an indescribable wail in his throat.

He struggled desperately but couldn't move.

An enemy lifted his skirt armor, and another musketeer pushed the gun onto the chain mail under the skirt armor.

The knight, who realized what was going to happen, was crying and kicking desperately, but the enemy's hands weighed thousands of pounds and pressed him to the ground.

The musketeer's deputy poured the gunpowder pool at the tail of the mesh gun and hung the fuse.

The musketeer pressed the shooting rod without hesitation, and the faintly burning fuse struck the gunpowder pool, igniting the gunpowder in the medicine pool.

The flames spread all the way into the gun chamber, and ignited the firing medicine tightly stuffed into the gun chamber. The powerful thrust generated by the gunpowder gas pushed the lead bullet out of the gun chamber.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Accompanied by a loud bang and choking smoke, the lead bullet with huge kinetic energy penetrated the chain mail, the armed clothes and the knight's skin, drilled into his soft abdomen, rushing around in his abdomen, stirring his organs to pieces.

The young knight twitched a few times, lay on the ground, and never moved anymore.

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528 years of imperial calendar

Duke of the Shanqindi/United States Republic

Shitang Ferry

"A once-in-a-lifetime fighter has appeared! The pseudo-emperor is at the ferry! Come with me!"

The general with red feathers on his helmet took the lead and led his cavalry to penetrate the enemy's heart from the gap between the two large arrays, charging fearlessly towards the flag belonging to the emperor.

“Uukhai!Uukhai!”

The warriors of Paratu spoke in unison and roared out a raiding formation, followed closely behind the general.

The horse's hooves were like rolling thunder, the shiny sabre was raised above the head, and the swallowtail flag was flying at the tip of the gun.

Several teams of knights who tried to stop this charge were instantly defeated. Their shiny silver armor was like a few splashes of water in the red rushing stream, without a trace in an instant.

The remaining spearmen and crossbowmen were both scattered and threw away their weapons and fled in panic.

The Hussars were like prophets who separated the Red Sea, clearing out all the enemies that blocked them and the pseudo-emperor.

The shells, leads, and arrows were fired at them, but the Hussars did not hide. They had only one target, and that was the head of Richard IV.

The Royal Guard was the last barrier. They lay their long halberds flat, pressed their heels against their tails with their boots, and pointed their halberds straight to ride.

The hussars at the forefront almost died together with these half-step halberds.

But the formation of the halberd was first washed away, and the whizzing cavalry of the rear row cut down all the people standing.

Finally, the general of the Red Feather could already see Richard IV's gilded helmet.

"Pseudo-Emperor! Madman Richard! Dead!"

The cavalry general of the Red Feather raised his sabre and rushed towards the emperor of the Holy Muluo Empire with the last Hussars.

The last view of his life was rolling, all the scenery rolled in front of him, and he flew up like a bird.

He now finally understood why the pseudo-emperor dared not retreat or give in.

"It's so damn, the palace mage, it's so damn."

He thought so, closed his eyes and a cluster of flames went out.

The Hussars did not see any movements of the two masked men in front of the emperor, but they saw that the general and his horse turned into several silences, as if they were torn apart from the inside by a huge force.

These men from the Paratu Plateau did not recognize the [split technique]. Seeing the tragic death of those who loved each other like their fathers, they rushed towards the enemy with red eyes and wild eyes.

A masked man raised his hand and shot cold lights out of his hand. The Hussars bleeded holes in their chest one after another, and fell down from their horses.

The other masked man did not move at all, but the Hussars in front of him all turned red, their limbs stiffened, and they disappeared in an instant.

"Black magic! Witchcraft! Devil's servant!" the last Hussar shouted in panic.
To be continued...