Like a silver blade, the Knights of the Royal Capital cut into the rear of Garcia's team.

The crowd was in chaos, and many people fell to the ground in a panic and were trampled to death by horses.

Occasionally, someone drew their arms to resist, only to be impaled by a skilled knight with a rifle. Leading this unstoppable torrent, at the forefront of the blade was Namen Moore, the Wind Knight, whose blue-striped cloak fluttering behind him was particularly eye-catching, and enemies avoided him everywhere he went. The tip of his spear and sword were stained with blood.

Tifeco Wimbledon stood on a small hill in the distance, observing the situation on the battlefield. At this time, the tail of the 3,000-strong team was no longer neat and tidy, and the crowd dispersed more and more, and the speed of the procession almost stopped.

They won't last long, Tifeko thought to himself, two more rounds of the third sister's team will collapse, these people have no way to resist the impact of the elite knights of the Grey Castle, most of them don't even have armor, as long as they take a sword, they will completely lose their combat effectiveness.

Just as he had expected, after spending an extra hour detouring the edge of Eagle City, over a mountain col, and through a sparse wood, the Knights returned to the avenue. He then ordered the whole team to speed up, and finally caught up with Garcia's large force at noon.

According to what the Duke had taught him, Tifeco divided the Order into three groups, each consisting of about three hundred men, and took turns to cover the flanks and rears of the enemy. This conserves horsepower and allows you to have reinforcements on hand in case of an emergency. In order to avoid being surrounded, the knights did not need to fight into the crowd, but only approached the team from the side, rushed quickly, and cut off a small tail to eat, each time causing the loss of dozens of people on the other side.

This tactic obviously worked, and after a few rounds, the enemy suffered more than 100 casualties, but there was no way to fight back. They also wanted to organize a cavalry counterattack, but the gap in equipment and training was too great, and compared to the royal knights, the improvised cavalry was nothing more than a group of foot soldiers on horses. In a flash, the "cavalry" who had gone into battle was killed and scattered in all directions.

This one-sided massacre was a demoralizing blow, and Tifeco noticed that some of Garcia's ranks were beginning to break away from the ranks and flee in other directions.

It's time for a general offensive, he thought. When the Wind Knight returned with his team, he did not order the next round of assault, but returned to the Order from a small hillside.

"Your Majesty, they're almost scattered," Namen wiped the sweat from his forehead, the blood stains on his palms leaving a few marks on his face—it was the blood of the enemy, and he fought unscathed.

Tifeko took out his handkerchief and handed it to him, "Well done, rest for a while, and we'll give the enemy the final blow." ”

Seeing that the next round of tail breaker impact did not come, Garcia's men and horses also realized that the moment of decisive battle was coming. The huge team stopped moving altogether, slowly closing until it was huddled together. The outermost people raised their wooden guns.

Tifeko scoffed, it was nothing more than a death throes. There is no rejection of horses, no armor, and if you want to block the impact of the royal knights by relying on flesh and blood alone, you can only end in a fiasco. Regardless of whether the third sister is in the team at this time, it can't change the ending. Perhaps she had already changed her clothes and left, leaving the gang to stall for herself.

But he soon realized that he was wrong.

The crowd once again raised the flag of the Queen of the Blue Water, the green pennant fluttering in the wind, and the pattern of the sailboat and the crown made Tifeko frown. He raised his lookout glasses and looked into the enemy's ranks. I saw a vague figure of a woman standing on a "human platform" erected by several samurai, holding her hands high, as if shouting something. He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but the fluttering gray hair revealed her identity.

Garcia Wimbledon, she didn't run.

Tifeko took a deep breath, good, this way, the farce will end here early. He doesn't have to go to the blue water port again.

After the horses were well rested, the new king gave the order for the whole army to attack.

More than 800 cavalrymen, composed of knights and servants, led by the Knights of the Royal Capital, launched a charge against the enemy. And the tip of the Knights' sword is still the Knight of the Wind - Namen Moore.

Just as the knights were about to enter the enemy line, a large number of men and horses suddenly appeared on the horizon on the east and west sides. They let out strange screams and rushed all the way to the center of the battlefield.

Tifeko's eyes widened in disbelief, who were these people?

There are no flags, no family coats of arms, and the troops that suddenly appear are different from any of the kingdom's forces. Under the lookout glass, most of them don't even have armor, and their weapons are varied. However, that tall figure and strange face were only possessed by Tifeko's cognition.

Sand people of the Far South!

He didn't have to guess whether the other party was friend or foe anymore, there was no doubt that Garcia and the Sandfolk had made some kind of deal to get the damned aliens into the Greykeep Throne. Thinking of this, Tifeko was furious, and he turned around and shouted, "Honk, call the knights back!"

But it was too late at this time, and the army in the high-speed charge could not easily turn its head, and the knights rushed headlong into Garcia's formation, and sliced butter into the hot knife, straight to the position where the Queen of the Blue Water was.

Tifeco looked eagerly at the banner that stood in the wind, hoping that it would break—the sandmen on both sides were about a thousand men, and that Garcia's army had swelled to five thousand, a number that he could no longer afford to eat. Moreover, Shamin's personal strength is fierce, and after falling into a close battle, he poses a great threat to the Knights. If he could kill the enemy's leader at this time, cut off the flagpole, and break Garcia's militia regiment, he still had a slight chance of victory.

However, the flagpole shook and still stood in formation.

The Sandfolk completed the siege and followed the passage opened by the Knights to join the battle.

Without these reinforcements, Garcia's 3,000 outlaws would have been scattered long ago, and at this moment, they were still holding on, dragging the knights into it like a swamp.

The horn of retreat resounded across the battlefield, and one after another rushed out of the knights to move closer to Tifeko, but many were still trapped in enemy positions, including the Knights of the Storm.

He was entangled in an alien warrior who was nine feet tall, and he was already out of breath. The giant wooden stick wielded by the other party caused a small empty space around the two of them, and Namen's mount had already been crushed to death, and he relied on his extraordinary reflexes and agility to dodge left and right, but the thick armor quickly drained what little strength he had left. Finally, during a sideways dodge, he lost his feet and was hit in the chest by the swept wooden stick. The force was so great that the armor sank into its body, and the wooden rod broke in two.

The blue cloak slowly fell and disappeared into the crowd.

Half an hour later, there were fewer and fewer knights still fighting, and as the sandfolk focused their eyes on where Tifeko stood, he gritted his teeth and gave the order to evacuate. The group began to retreat northward, and compared to the huge ranks they had at the time, there were now only three hundred men left with the new king. (To be continued.) )