Black Iron Crown

"Boom!" There was another thunderclap in the sky.

However, this thunder sound seemed to draw a pause for the downpour.

As soon as it reached everyone's ears, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the clouds that were shifted opened to see the sun.

The southern sun is more powerful than anywhere else. The golden sunlight shining on the earth brings a long-lost warmth, and instantly expels the damp and cold air brought by the rain just now.

The sunlight was refracted by the water vapor left in the midair, reflecting several destructive rainbows.

But unfortunately, no one will appreciate such beautiful scenery at this time.

"But...but we are about to wipe out the enemy..."

Listening to Earl Lorrance's order, an adjutant next to him was very puzzled. In his opinion, they were chasing the defeated enemy, and they could immediately block the enemy behind as long as they turned their direction.

Under such a good situation, he didn't know why he ordered the whole army to stop the pursuit.

"Can't you hear me! You... I said stop chasing immediately! Immediately!" Earl Lorrance yelled at the adjutant. The good education he had received since he was a child still made him unable to utter those curse words.

"Uh...yes...yes, my lord, I'll do it right away!" The adjutant couldn't help being terrified when he saw the countenance of Earl Lorrance.

On weekdays, the Earl of Lorrance always had a humble look, and he rarely lost his composure. How could this adjutant not be afraid of such an Earl?

Not only Earl Lorrance, but other lords besides him heard the sound of horseshoes coming from behind.

Under the attack from both sides, the discomfited appearance of the collapsed rebel soldiers fell into everyone's eyes. These lords didn't even think about it. They knew that if the soldiers on the frontal battlefield collapsed, no matter how many enemies they chased and killed. It didn't work either.

Those chased and killed by them are all defeated troops who have no fighting intentions. Those who really have fighting power are the enemies on the frontal battlefield, and their morale will completely soar to a certain level after defeating the rebels. Said that the general situation has gone.

The light cavalry galloped freely on this plain, they came and went like the wind, shuttled lightly among the fleeing enemy troops.

The scimitars or long swords in their hands are extremely sharp, and every time they pass by, there will be blood spray.

What the chaotic rebel soldiers are most afraid of is not the invincible knights like main battle tanks, but these strange killers who come and go without a trace.

Reiner's horse speed gradually slowed down, he let out a breath, and then lifted the visor on his helmet.

After stroking the panting horse under his crotch, he jumped off the horse.

Such a long continuous long-distance raid consumed a lot of stamina of the horses. If it weren't for the fact that most of the knights under his command were riding horses from intermediate horse farms, they would have died long ago if they were replaced by ordinary horses.

"We, we won..." Reiner said with a forced smile on his face as he walked in front of Earl Jollal and Earl Princeton.

"Yes... yes, we won..." Count Jollal looked at Reiner's face very uncomfortable, so he could only smile awkwardly and repeat Reiner's words.

"Although I don't know exactly what happened,

But the sacrifices of your knights are always worthwhile. They brought us victory in this war. They are true knights. Glory be to them! "The Earl of Preston came up and patted Reiner on the shoulder, and said softly.

"Well, I thank you for your evaluation on their behalf, but I will not forget these hatreds!" Reiner nodded and sighed.

"Don't take it lightly, we haven't won the final victory yet! The enemy army is still chasing our friendly army! Let's give them a final blow!" Earl Jolar interrupted the conversation between the two, pointing to the front.

"That's right!" Reiner nodded, came to Sir Leyland, and said, "Assemble the soldiers! Move towards the direction of other enemy troops!"

This time, the soldiers under Leiner's command did not form a tight square formation again, but trotted forward to the enemy in accordance with the usual three-three formation of your company in melee.

It has to be said that this group of rebel lords may not be very strong in combat, but their ability to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages is still very superb. After they discovered that the friendly forces on the frontal battlefield were defeated, they did not hesitate at all and immediately led The army prepares to flee the battlefield.

A rout and pursuit officially kicked off.

The lords of the anti-rebel army who were hunted down also began to do their best to reorganize their troops and joined the hunt for the enemy.

"This... this..." Baron Lindauer was sitting on a horse and watching the cruel battlefield at this time, he couldn't help but froze, all his words were choked in his throat.

Because what appeared in front of his eyes was the tragic situation of the rebels at a glance.

At this time, two hours had passed since Leiner's sneak attack from behind, and the rebel lords had already fled without a trace, leaving only the counter-rebel soldiers who could no longer catch up with the enemy and were cleaning the battlefield.

Although many soldiers were seriously injured, they just fell to the ground and screamed, and did not lose their lives immediately.

The soldiers on the side of the rebel army were naturally restrained, whether they were corpses or wounded.

The soldiers on the rebel side didn't want to, even if they were not completely dead for a while, they would be compensated by the counter-rebel soldiers who cleaned up the battlefield and sent them to where they should go.

"Defeated..." Frant looked at the messy battlefield, his face pale.

"Let's go..." Frante whispered, it was no longer necessary at this time, even if he took advantage of this time to launch a sneak attack on the counter-rebels, the results would be limited.

On the contrary, it is more likely to fall into the quagmire of suppressing the rebels. At that time, not only will the situation be unable to be reversed, but the entire army will be wiped out.

Although the outcome of the defeat will be miserable, she cares more about the survival of the soldiers under her command than that.

"Retreat..." Baron Lindauer and the rest of the vassals did not say much, and immediately obeyed Frant's order.

They have only seen such a tragic battlefield in their lives. Even the last time they attacked Grand Duke Mabula, it was far worse than it is now.

Cleaning the battlefield is the job soldiers like to do most, because they can find a lot of spoils here.

Although the most valuable things are still to be handed over to knights and noble gentlemen, some less valuable gadgets can still be kept by themselves.

The corpses of the enemy soldiers wearing armor obviously became a favorite, because a set of armor is valuable no matter where it is. No less.

For this reason, some people even fought for these broken armors.

However, no one dared to conflict with the soldiers under Leiner's command, not only because they persisted until the end, but also the combat effectiveness of this group of soldiers from the northern border was obvious to all.

They would rather collect other trophies than conflict with these powerful soldiers.

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