Black Iron Crown

At this time, Sir Fata was galloping on a group of war horses, and a snowflake was flying under the galloping horses. A group of more than 20 people were riding their war horses, carrying a lot of resources and gold and silver coins. Such relatively valuable items.

This is all the wealth accumulated by the Zhebo family for hundreds of years, and so many of them have only brought out a very small part.

If they had other choices, Sir Fata would never give up the city of Mecaron, which the family had operated for hundreds of years, and the huge wealth accumulated there for hundreds of years.

At this moment, Mekasha was sitting on the back of a light red war horse mixed with brown hair. Although her riding skills were not superb compared to those of the knights who needed to fight, she could still roughly stabilize her body on the horse. did it.

She now has a painful expression on her face. Riding a horse is actually not very comfortable. For those who are not skilled enough, it is no less than torture.

Riding on the horseback bumps up and down, the saddle and the buttocks will be in close contact again and again, and the non-stop bumping also makes people have to work hard to maintain balance, which will inevitably cause back pain.

At this time, she was not only unwell, but her lower body was already blood red. These noble ladies would never gallop on horseback since they were young, because it would make them lose the chastity that symbolizes the chastity and purity of girls. film.

Although the noble ladies in some places are very dissolute, and have had an affair with their own servants or grooms in the castle, or with a certain knight or servant in the castle before marriage, the mainstream at this time is still Chastity is very important.

After all, no noble is willing to marry a profligate woman. This will make their family's bloodline impure. What is even more worrying is whether the titles, territories, and wealth of their family for hundreds of years will fall into other bloodlines. palm.

Now she is pale, not only because of the slight blood loss and the pain of tearing, but also because of the pain of losing her virginity.

But she didn't tell her brother. He knew that his brother was very sad now, and what she did would undoubtedly make him worse.

After struggling to continue running for a while, a loud sound of horseshoes suddenly sounded from behind them, from faint at the beginning to thunderous at the end, until the cavalry appeared in their field of vision.

As light cavalry, the cavalry archers led by Tillihan were the most mobile, chasing the footsteps along the way, and they finally found Sir Fata and others who had escaped after more than an hour.

Tillihan took his bow from his horse,

Then he took out an arrow with completely different styles and shapes from the quiver on the other side, put it on the bowstring, and the muscles on his back suddenly exerted force, and the riding bow was suddenly pulled into a full moon.

Let go of the bowstring, and the arrow was shot into the sky in an instant, only to hear "嗖!" A sharp and persistent sound sounded in the sky.

What he used was the sounding arrow, which was called Mingdi in ancient times in the Celestial Dynasty. It was a method of communication during wars, and some nomads used it a lot.

A sharp voice faintly entered Sir Wallas' ears, and he immediately shouted: "Everyone follow me!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly turned his horse's head and ran towards the direction of the ringing arrow.

"Follow them!" Tillihan yelled to the mounted archer behind him with a smirk, and then he put down the cotton visor on the helmet with his hands, only his eyes were exposed, and he moved towards Sir Fata as fast as possible. Wait for someone to run.

The speed of the veteran cavalry archers is extremely fast. Although the horses under the crotch are slower than the horses of Sir Fata and others because they are more interested in endurance, the speed is not as good as these because of the heavy load on the opponent. Where are the good war horses.

Tillihan led the cavalry archers slowly approaching Sir Fata's team, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

"Sir! The enemy is getting closer and closer to us!" A knight beside Sir Fata looked behind him, and then said to Sir Fata in shock.

Sir Fata's face under the helmet showed a look of embarrassment, but after a moment he still gritted his teeth and said: "Throw away the burdens on us! Only the most valuable things are left behind!"

Countless gold and silver treasures were thrown to the ground at this moment. Sir Fata not only wanted to reduce the load, but he also meant to use these gold and silver treasures to attract the horse archers and others who were chasing after him.

However, to his disappointment, these valuable treasures thrown on the ground could not attract the attention of the cavalry and archers at all. They turned a blind eye to those treasures and instead accelerated the speed of their horses.

Without those burdens and encumbrances, the horse speed of Sir Fata and the others became faster, but it was only slightly on par with the mounted archers.

Seeing this scene, Tillihan didn't care at all, even if the speed is the same, so what?

After all, the horses of Sir Fata and others are for charging, while the horses of the archers are superior to endurance. Even if Sir Fata's horses are exhausted, they cannot shake off the archers.

At this time, the team led by Sir Valas is about to arrive. Their horses are the most powerful and fastest. Although their endurance is slightly inferior to that of the archers, they are definitely not comparable to the enemy's horses. .

Finally, after more than half an hour of chasing, the enemy's speed gradually slowed down, and the horses under their crotches began to emit thick white smoke from their mouths and noses, obviously because their physical exertion had almost reached their limit.

There was a smug smile on Tillihan's face, and then he accelerated his horse and approached Merkasha who fell last.

He knew that this was the woman his lord had been thinking about day and night, so he directly set his target on her.

Mekasha's riding skills were not considered excellent, and the horse under her crotch was already weak, so she was left far behind. The knights and Sir Fata in front were exhausted, and they didn't even notice that she was facing at this time. wearing something.

"No! Go away! Stay away from me!"

Mekasha couldn't help but let out a cry when she saw Tirihan who was already keeping pace with her.

Although her heart belongs to Reiner, how can she not be surprised under such circumstances?

Seeing that Mekasha was frightened by him, Tilihan didn't take it seriously, he smiled and turned to him, reached out and grabbed the reins of Mekasa's war horse.

"Swing the law..."

The war horse neighed for a while, and the pace became slower.

Throwing back the reins, Tillihan cried, "I leave it to you! Take her to my lord!"

A cavalry archer immediately caught the reins, led the horse and led Mekasha away from the large army, and turned back to the place where they started traveling.

And Tillihan led the remaining cavalry archers to continue to pursue the enemy.

"Take a bow!"

He shouted loudly, since Mekasha had already been sent away, he had nothing to worry about, and the bows and arrows that he dared not use casually before were also ready to be used.