The horseshoe, carefully crafted by the blacksmith, struck on the flat ground, and the slightly soft soil layer sank slightly, leaving the heavy hoof marks one by one, and being trampled by more horseshoe, gradually merging into one.

1,000 Mamluks lined up in a rectangular queue and marched forward side by side in a neat and orderly manner.

Pressed into pieces.

The aura of terror has permeated the air.

The fierceness of the Salanders was evident in this group of top-notch Level 5 cavalry, just as they had done on the continent of Calradia, with their finest spears held high and their two-handed iron rods pinned to their waists, ready to charge like a sandstorm.

They will break all obstacles, all opponents, all enemies in front of them!

This is the pride of the Mamluks!

Just in the distance.

Under the darkness of the night, the end of the horizon.

The figure of the black man had already appeared there, like a black wave, slowly moving forward through the night, and the footsteps had also been processed, as if a linen had been wrapped around his feet, a little slower, but extremely hidden.

This group of water thieves in the Resniston River can already be regarded as experts in sneak attacks.

But in reality, it doesn't work.

The sneak attack has been detected.

Kant's troops stood on the plains.

The 1,000 Mamlukles, all heavily armoured and heavily armoured, were rectangular, and 400 Salander riders on the left and right flanked were dressed in fine Salander chain mail and rode Saland's horses with only a layer of linen, standing by as assault cavalry.

And just on the outermost side, there are more than 300 desert bandits, running back and forth.

This is Kant's scout cavalry.

The same is also a herald.

In the next battle, it's no longer the time for the desert bandits to appear.

In the Death Penalty Mountain before, a large number of desert bandits, these light cavalry, have been heavily damaged, and they who belong to the light cavalry do not have good melee combat ability at all, so they have also caused a large number of casualties on their side.

Although in Kant's view, the death of those semi-demonic cavalry is already a victory.

But the number has been severely curtailed.

The desert bandits also don't have the ability to charge in groups.

Otherwise, with only 2,500 desert bandits, as long as they arrange excellent tactics, they can use these light cavalry to divide and defeat the more than 6,000 water thieves on the plain, and their own casualties will definitely not exceed 1,000.

But for Kant, there is no need to care.

Now he can do the same.

Defeat those water thieves in the Resniston River and lose even hundreds of casualties!

With the 1,800 cavalry behind him!

"Your Excellency."

Besture spoke behind him: "Here they are. ”

"Hmm." Kant nodded calmly, and looked up, the black tide-like figure on the horizon finally approached, but the speed was getting slower and slower, as if the cavalry who had also found this place was waiting, a little puzzled and puzzled.

Those Resneston River thieves are cautious by nature and don't come easily.

This is especially true when Kant was discovered, and he was ready.

It's just that.

There was no turning back from the bow.

These Resniston thieves are all fanatical about imagining a better life after they have obtained so much treasure.

Now because they have already discovered the sneak attack, to give up this hard-won operation, it is definitely impossible, let alone retreat, they have already been blinded by greed!

Retreat now, what about their good life in the future?

It's impossible to retreat!

Only war!

This is exactly what Kant expected.

On the Resniston River, he may have fewer and weaker water warfare troops.

But on land, with absolute force, it is easy for him to defeat these water thieves, most of whom are light infantry, even if they are inferior in quantity, but they are absolutely superior in quality!

Winning more with less, for Kant, is already doomed, this is an absolute victory!

"The other side stopped."

Besture spoke: "Send someone over, it should be to negotiate." ”

"Negotiations?" The corners of Kant's mouth curled slightly, looking at the front of those water pirate troops, obviously the pikemen and cavalrymen of the regular army, and shook his head slightly: "They just want to come over and test what happened." ”

"So how?" Besture looked at Kant: "Do you need me to deal with it?" ”

"Hmm."

Kant nodded: "Just order." ”

"Yes." With permission, Besture grinned: "I'll be very crisp!" ”

As he spoke, he gently knocked the horse's belly and instigated the war horse under his crotch to move forward.

It's right in front.

In the troops of those water thieves, there were also people riding horses.

It seems that it should be the knight of the Silver Plate Kingdom, with a bit of arrogance, and Bestur approached: "Hey, strange troops, why are you here, you must know that I know all the nobles of the Eastern County Territory, and I don't know which nobleman is wearing the banner on your body." ”

"Oh, don't you know us?" Besture smiled.

"Of course."

The knight said arrogantly: "We are the troops of the Silver Plate Kingdom, why do we want to know the nobles of your Lion Principality?" As he spoke, there was a bit of ridicule in his eyes: "You are just a flock of lambs to the slaughter." ”

"That's a funny thing." Besture still smiled calmly: "Then what do you want?" ”

"Let's get closer."

The knight smiled greedily: "I know that you have obtained a lot of money, and now you need to contribute, you know, now it is not for me to tell you, nor to tell you about these garbage thieves behind you." ”

"Who's that?" Besture asked.

"All the nobles of the Silver Plate Kingdom!"

He condensed, pointed at Bestur and said, "You little fellow, you must know what the power of the Silver Plate Kingdom is, even if it is a lion principality, it will tremble under the coercion of the Silver Plate Kingdom!" ”

"Oh, it's shocking." Besture nodded, but the corners of his mouth showed mockery: "I want to give you a gift." ”

"I like the precious ones."

The knight thought that Besture was showing weakness, and suddenly smiled greedily.

The fat tongue licked his lips: "If it is the Golden Eagle, I think I will exonerate you, and even introduce you to join the Silver Plate Kingdom and become a knight of this powerful kingdom, just like me, to obtain the power that the Lion Principality is afraid of, just because behind me stands the Silver Plate Kingdom, this powerful country." ”

"Of course."

Besture stepped forward, but his hand was clutched towards the scimitar at his waist.

In the midst of the knight's incredulous gaze, with the sound of the blade cutting through the scabbard, a clear snow-white appeared in the void, almost with a sensitive technique, slashing across the tip of his nose, from top to bottom.

"Ahh

The knight suddenly felt a slight chill on the tip of his nose.

But immediately, a bloody light appeared in front of him, and he subconsciously reached out and touched it, and a sharp pain used his mind, and the whole person covered his nose and howled in pain on the horse's back, because in the knife light just now, his nose had been cut off.

Bestur looked at his embarrassed appearance and shook the blood stains on his knife: "This is my gift, do you like it?" ”