Standing on the valley, Rolf looked at the knights who were desperately charging outward, and the rebel soldiers who were beginning to suffer losses, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

These stupid and arrogant knights of the Southern County Lord, as well as these crazy and brutal rebels, are all obstacles to his supreme lord Kant Crown.

The more these people die, the better!

As the members of the Knights of the Central and Southern Counties of the Gorge charged regardless of life and death, the members of the rebel army who exited the northern part of the canyon died faster and faster.

At the same time, members of the Order were constantly pierced by sharp spears, turning into members of the corpses that gradually began to pile up on the ground.

Blood, flowing.

Life is dying.

At the forefront of the rebel army, the spear infantry of the knights resisted, constantly stabbing the spears in their hands hard, specifically picking the faces and necks of the knights and knight squires who were not protected by iron armor.

"Don't let these people escape from here!"

Seeing the comrades around him constantly falling, there were spear infantry roaring angrily.

This is the best chance to assassinate these knights under their horses, and if they escape, let them return to the leading regiment of the northern southern county, and prepare again, their group of rebels will definitely not be able to stop the charge of these heavy cavalry.

Those who were placed at the front were all the elite of the rebel army, most of whom were warriors who were captured by the Silverplate Kingdom ten years ago.

This was the suggestion of Rolf, who met the unyielding resistance of these knights.

He proposed to the commander-in-chief of the rebel army, Korod, that if he wanted to destroy these knights, he must not be deterred by the momentum of their desperate death, so the soldiers who were the least afraid of death must be placed at the front line.

Korod accepted Rolf's offer.

Among the rebel army, the ones who were least afraid of death were the soldiers of the Silver Plate Kingdom who were captured ten years ago.

After ten years of humiliating slave life, they got a glimpse of the opportunity, and they rebelled without hesitation.

This is a dead end with no way back, and if they are afraid of death, they will continue to be their slaves.

The rebels desperately resisted the breakthrough of the members of the Southern County Lords, but they still could not completely stop their steps.

On top of the ornate knight's sword, a fiery red firework is rendered, which can not only easily cut off the spear, which is worn by the rebel soldiers, and the iron-clad armor obtained from these knight members, can also be pierced with a sword.

It's like piercing a piece of tofu.

Extraordinary strength has an overwhelming advantage over ordinary soldiers.

And the knights of the southern county who followed the big knights, as well as the knight squires, were more elite than the rebels.

They're a bit stupid, but there's no denying that they're really elite.

The rebel army could not stop the pace of the Knights' impact.

For every meter of progress, the Order would drop dozens or hundreds of corpses.

The long-range attacks on both sides of the canyon never stop for a moment, even if they accidentally hurt their own people.

The rebel soldiers who exited to the south were even more ferocious, slaughtering the knightly squires who were left behind by the Knights.

The sound of slaughter is shocking, and the rebels and the members of the Knights fight for their lives in the canyon!

Blood, like a stream, flowed through the canyon.

corpses, began to pile up layer by layer.

The smell of blood even attracted wild wolves from the nearby bushes to feed.

They secretly flashed a pair of scarlet eyes, salivating in their mouths, silently peeking at the place, quietly waiting for an opportunity.

Vultures, hovering over the canyon, draw an icy arc under the bleak moon.

All knights, who want to be the first to break out of this mortal desperate situation, the first to rush out, the best chance of survival.

Now, it is not the time to be stingy with strength, if you delay in this canyon for one more second, there will be dozens more dead companions, and the probability of rushing out will be reduced by one point.

All the knights have no reservations, it is a matter of life and death, and no one dares to keep them.

These rebels did not leave them any way to survive at all.

"Soldiers, for the humiliation we have suffered in the past ten years, kill!"

In the face of the desperate members of the Knights, the last spear infantry in the rebel army roared wildly, using his own desperate momentum to drive the momentum of his companions.

The spearmen died one by one, and without the spears of the spears, it was even more difficult for the rebels to resist the onslaught of the knights.

The flame aura on the Great Knight's exquisite knight's sword was already very dim, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

Because, the last rows of the rebel soldiers who stood in front of him remained, and behind those rebel soldiers, there were no longer vast soldiers, but a flat main road to the farm.

"For the glory of the knights, kill!"

The visible hope encouraged the Grand Knight, and the flame aura on the exquisite knight's sword became even more vigorous.

With a single sword, the big knight directly cut off the heads of the three rebel soldiers, and the hot blood sprayed on the faces of the nearby rebel soldiers, causing them to let out a frightened exclamation.

With a single sword, the Grand Knight opened a gap in the row of rebel soldiers blocking them in front of him.

Not only that, but the last few rows of rebel soldiers, seeing the majesty of the great knight, had a look of fear on their faces, and kept squeezing towards both sides, as if they were taking the initiative to make way for him and the knights behind him.

They are just giving way, but they are afraid of retreating and escaping and being liquidated, so they dare not retreat.

It's a pity that on such a crazy battlefield, these cowards want to live, and they don't dare to draw their swords, but the knights who are more convenient to pass through carry out merciless killing against them.

The soldiers of the rebel army were composed of the elite soldiers of the Silver Plate Kingdom, and the rest were low-fighting serfs, militiamen, and civilians who were held hostage by them.

These people were placed at the back of the line.

Rolf knew that if these people were arranged to act as cannon fodder at the front, it was estimated that they would be frightened and collapse after a small death, and at that time, these soldiers might lose their minds, and even directly collide with the rebel soldiers in the rear.

Eventually, the Grand Knight led a group of Knights out of the "Canyon of Death" and fled along the flat main road of the farmstead.

At such moments, the rebels revealed their rabble nature, and none of the commanders led their soldiers in pursuit of the fleeing knights.

"Mr. Rolf, I'm sorry!"

Korod's face was a little ugly, such a careful encirclement, and the killing of more than 2,000 members of the knights during the night raid, and even some of them escaped, which made him, the commander-in-chief of the rebel army, feel that he had lost face in front of Rolf.

"It's nothing, the results are better than I expected!"

Rolf replied with a faint smile on his face.

Of the five thousand members of the Knights, less than five hundred escaped; The casualties of the rebel army exceeded 5,000, and the vast majority of them were captured by the soldiers of the Yinpan Kingdom, which was undoubtedly a severe weakening of the strength of the rebel army.

The result was indeed beyond Rolf's expectations.

Rolf was not worried about the fleeing knights, who could not escape without their horses, and who fought for their lives and were wounded.

"Victory! We've won! ”

At this moment, a burst of cheers erupted in the canyon.

It took a long time for the cheers to subside.

"Oh my God, I, I killed a knight! This is amazing! Oh my God, I, Jack, killed a knight master! Is this true? ”

One soldier said this, his tone full of disbelief.

Before he became a soldier of the rebels, he was a serf, and it made no difference to him whether he was a knight or a knight's squire.

Anyway, they are all high-ranking masters, and they won't look at him with their eyes.

Maybe in the eyes of those knights, he is no different from a brute.

Above the canyon, the commander-in-chief of the rebel army, Korod, had a faint smile on his face at this time, no matter what, they were all victorious this time.

Even though, among the layers of corpses in this canyon, the corpses of their rebel soldiers were no less than those of the members of the Knights.