The three thousand knights and knight squires who survived were completely in a desperate situation.

Their resting place was a specially chosen abandoned farmstead, located in a canyon that was just right to escape the cold night wind.

But now it seems that such a choice was a real self-digging grave.

The canyon is running north-south, just able to block the cold night wind blowing from the west, and the canyon is flanked by steep mountain walls more than 30 meters high, at this time, above each side of the mountain wall, there are two or three thousand rebels using various long-range weapons, ruthlessly attacking these remaining knights and knight squires.

Although the rebels' ranged weapons were not very good, there were only a few warbows and heavy crossbows, mostly hunting bows and light crossbows, as well as simple sharpened javelins, and even primitive slings improvised from two pisos.

However, these ranged attackers could not stand up at this time, occupying a favorable position.

Condescending!

The drop is more than 30 meters!

With such a high drop, even if the rebels picked up a stone at random and threw it at the densely surrounded knights and knight squires in the canyon, they would be able to smash their heads and break their blood.

Because of this, one by one, the sharp arrows roared down, with a huge speed generated from high and low, penetrating the iron-inlaid armor of the knight's squire without hindrance, causing a lot of damage to the knight's squire.

Only 500 knights, who were already fully armed, were protected from bows and arrows by virtue of their well-defended chain mail and iron helmets. Of course, there were also unlucky knights who were seriously injured when the bow and arrow were shot into the bow from the iron ring on the chain mail.

Not only bows and crossbows, but even more terrifying are javelins, which have a weight far greater than thin and short bows and arrows, although they are only wooden javelins, but the difference of more than 30 meters gives these javelins a terrible speed, and the lethality is far greater than that of the inferior bows and arrows in the hands of the rebels.

Even if it is a formal knight wearing chain mail and an iron helmet, with extremely strong defense, if he is hit by this javelin, it is inevitable that his bones will be broken and his tendons will be broken, and if he is hit on the iron helmet on his head, the iron helmet will be concave in a large area, and the knight will most likely be directly stunned.

On this cruel battlefield, fainting and fainting to the ground is equivalent to death.

Even more terrifying than the javelin are the huge rocks that fall from the sky, and it is not uncommon for the valley knights and knight squires to be smashed into meatloaf.

Under the bleak moonlight, merciless slaughter is taking place.

Countless bows and arrows, javelins, and boulders were shot down from both sides of the canyon by the rebel ranged soldiers, and in the huge height difference, with the inertia produced extremely terrifying lethality, bringing a large number of casualties to the knights and knight attendants of the southern county at the bottom of the canyon.

"Ahh

A knight attendant of the Southern County led gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength, and waved the knight's sword with both hands to swing a bow and arrow that shot at him at a rapid pace, but he could not resist a terrifying javelin that followed, and was directly pierced by the javelin through the iron-inlaid armor on his body, piercing through his heart, and letting out an extremely terrible scream.

In just a few moments, more than 20 knights died in the canyon, and more than 300 knight attendants died directly.

Everyone was wounded.

Above the canyon, five sarrion knights, dressed in shiny plate armor and fully covered helmets, with only a pair of ruthless eyes exposed, stood quietly behind Rolf.

The commander-in-chief of the rebel army and Rolf stood side by side, half a body behind.

He looked at the knights of the Nanjun Leader who were in a desperate situation, a mocking smile leaked from the corner of his mouth, and he said indifferently: "These guys are finished!" ”

The commander-in-chief of the rebel army, Korod, echoed and smiled, with excitement and jealousy in his eyes: "This is thanks to the information you provide, as well as the attack plan!" ”

"These guys are looking for their own death!"

There was a heavy disdain in Rolf's voice.

During the war, these knights camped at night so casually, and the sentries sent out were incredibly rare.

Five knightly orders, 500 official knights, 4500 knightly squires, they formed a heavy cavalry ranks.

On paper, this team is an absolute elite on the battlefield, but their previous performances, in Rolf's words, were:

"The third-rate thieves on the Calradia continent are a hundred times stronger than them!"

Five thousand elite soldiers, twenty night sentry, what a joke.

The end of such arrogance and arrogance is very miserable.

Blocked in this narrow canyon, besieged on all sides, it is difficult to find a way to survive.

"Edmund, the god of war, knights, it's time for us to fight hard!"

In the canyon, the only great knight among the five knights burst out with a powerful flame aura, and the exquisite knightly sword in his hand pointed in the direction of the northern exit of the canyon, and said in a deep voice: "Our only way to survive is here, knights, for the glory of the god of war Aemond, charge with me!" ”

The great knight's heavy knight's spear was placed next to his warhorse, otherwise, using a four-meter-long knight's spear with his strength would be much more lethal than a fine knight's sword, especially in this situation.

"For the glory of Aemond, the god of war, charge!" All the members of the Order responded to the great knight's call and shouted with hideous faces.

The members of the Knights in a desperate situation have been forced to a situation where there is no way out, which has inspired their desperate belief and condensed a strong morale.

Dressed in thick all-iron armor and covered with a delicate linen robe, the great knight brandished the knight's sword in his hand, knocked the arrows and javelins that kept attacking, and led the remaining knights and knight squires to the northern exit of the canyon, and charged quickly.

This direction is indeed their only way out!

The members of the Knights in the canyon have been blocked in the narrow valley, and the exits at the north and south ends are all densely packed with rebels.

At this time, the rebel soldiers on both sides, hundreds of spear infantry stood in the front three rows, their three-meter-long spears, all raised horizontally or diagonally, frantically stabbing the knights who were caught in the canyon.

These rebel troops who were arranged at the forefront were all elite infantry who had been captured in the Yinpan Kingdom, and they were very proficient in spear battle formations, and they could resist with all their might even in the face of the onslaught of heavy cavalry teams.

At this time, these knights under the horse, in this spear array, lost countless lives.

The fierce spear array, the rain of arrows, javelins, and stones that continued to fall from above forced the knights of these knights into a desperate situation.

The longer it drags on, the more they will die, and the less hope there is of breaking this desperate situation.

If you want to survive, you can only break through when the number of living knights is large enough.