Black Iron Crown

I saw that his face was extremely distorted due to the pain, but it did not affect his next movements.

The long sword in his hand slashed suddenly, and the enemy in front of him didn't even have time to let out a scream, and his head fell off, leaving only a tendon on the side hanging on his body, looking extremely terrifying.

Blood mist sprayed on the soldier's body, he gritted his teeth and kicked the enemy in front of him away, and then drew out the long sword in his abdomen.

Blood flowed out of his wound like a stream. The veins on his neck collapsed, and his forehead was sweating profusely. He covered the wound with his hands, but the slow loss of blood still couldn't be stopped.

His face gradually turned pale, but he still tightly held the long sword in his hand.

Suddenly, his head tilted, and the slightly rough helmet on top of his head flew out. It turned out that an enemy soldier took advantage of his injury and swung the long sword in his hand to kill him.

But what I didn't expect was that the soldier had such a serious injury but still had such a reaction speed.

The attack was dodged, and the enemy no longer hid his figure, and jumped upright in front of the soldier, circling around him with a ferocious smile on his face.

No matter how strong the body is, after suffering such a blow, there is not much strength left in the whole body. The killing of the enemy just now was just because of the flashback. Under such circumstances, no matter who it is, they will probably think so.

As time passed, more and more blood left his body, and his face became paler and paler.

The battle is cruel. At this time, no one cares about helping the people around them. Everyone is struggling with the enemy in front of them.

Staring hard at the enemies turning around around him, the soldier couldn't help holding a long sword with many gaps in his hand, which was his only hope now.

At this time, the enemy finally stopped hesitating and rushed up, slashing at the soldier with a long sword in his hand.

He subconsciously wanted to raise the long sword in his hand to block it, but he lost his strength due to excessive blood loss, and his movements began to slow down, followed by a burst of severe pain.

"Ah!!"

He was stabbed in the chest again, and the enemy sent the long sword into his chest fiercely. Her tattered armor could no longer provide him with protection, and the severe pain from his internal organs made him There was nothing in front of him, and after a loud roar, he mobilized all his strength to lift the long sword in his hand, and stabbed the enemy fiercely.

The two of them acted as if they were playing a turn-based game. One of them immediately attacked the enemy after being stabbed with a sword.

The leather armor worn by the enemy couldn't resist the soldier who exerted all his strength. Similarly, a big mouthful of blood gushed out of his enemy's mouth, and he stared blankly at the strong soldier who had already knelt on the ground , the pupils gradually slackened, and then fell powerlessly to the ground.

And after this soldier killed the enemy, he had no strength at all. He was lying on the ground slowly, looking up at the sky with blank eyes. His consciousness gradually dissipated, and then he lost his last breath.

Although such battles were tragic, they happened all the time on this battlefield. The battle started in just five minutes, and the combined casualties of both sides had already reached as many as thirty or forty people.

The broken arms or viscera placed randomly on the ground make this place look like the most terrifying hell. It may be exaggerated to put the blood flowing here, but it is true that the blood flows on the ground like a small stream.

The fragments of internal organs mixed with blood fell into the mud, regardless of you and me, and the ground was a bit sticky when stepped on, it was the blood sludge produced by the mixing of crushed internal organs and blood.

Baron Belem stood behind with bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

With such a terrible loss at the beginning of the battle, his heart was bleeding. These armed soldiers were all recruited and trained by him at a high price.

There are also distant relatives of his family, and there are self-cultivators who have followed him from a long time ago. These soldiers who he can call everyone's name on weekdays fell down one by one. It is conceivable that he is now What kind of mood.

"Knights! Knights get ready!!" Baron Belem's eyes were red, and he shouted loudly to the knights who were already on their horses and ready to fight. His voice was a little hoarse, and he really couldn't bear it. lost.

He snatched the lance from a servant beside him, and at the age of nearly forty, he stepped onto a tall war horse, pointed the lance at the sky, and shouted loudly: "Charge!" The life and death of the Belem family depends on today! "

"oh!!"

The knight behind him didn't shout any exciting slogans, but let out a huge roar, and rushed out following Baron Belem.

Eight knights plus five trainee knights, fourteen of them mounted a charge on horses covered with a layer of iron chain armor and horse armor. Taking advantage of the slope of the hill, the speed of the knights' horses quickly increased. stand up.

The horseshoes made a rumbling sound on the ground, just like a group of terrifying war beasts being enraged and rushing towards their enemies.

Baron Belem leveled the lance in his hand and pointed it at the enemy in front of him, while the knights behind him put down their lances one by one and prepared to strike the enemy fiercely.

"Crack!"

The lance in Baron Belem's hand snapped off suddenly, and so did the knights behind. After piercing the enemy's body with the lance in their hands, they dropped the lance that was only in half, and drew out the long sword around their waists Or put the mace on the side of the saddle and start slashing wildly.

They have penetrated deep into the enemy group, and the enemy troops around them are rushing towards them like waves, but under their attack, they let out bursts of wailing. They can't get down, but they are galloping fast on standing horses, just like giant boats in the river.

The enemy's action on the mountain caused the knights to mount their horses, which meant that they had no way to deal with Baron Belem's charge. Even the heavily armed knights in the enemy's army avoided the charge directly. The sharpness of the knights among them.

"Lord Baron!" A soldier covered in blood rushed to his lord and reported: "The enemy's knights have been dispatched! The casualties in front are too great! We can't break through the enemy no matter what! defense! But their knights brought us huge casualties!"

Looking at the blood-soaked soldier in front of him, the baron also had slightly red eyes and a blush on his nose. Such a loss made his heart bleed. It is really not worth paying such a price for Earl Zhebo , but he can no longer retreat now.