Black Iron Crown

Sir Andrew's face was already pale at this time. As the heir of Earl Creek, he was not qualified, and his body was too weak.

In the past, Frante had always concealed his identity for him, fighting for him on the battlefield.

Sir Andrew has always felt that he was ashamed of his sister, and now that her husband is facing the dilemma of life and death, he feels it is time to repay some of her sister's kindness.

Part of the paleness on his face was due to excitement. This was the first time he had galloped across the battlefield like this, and the pride in his heart could no longer be concealed.

The other part was because of his weak body.

It has to be said that riding a horse is really a very energy-consuming thing, even if it is just riding on horseback, it needs some energy, let alone letting a frail person like Sir Andrew gallop on horseback.

He could clearly feel that his body lacked oxygen, his lungs were oppressed as if they were about to explode, and his eyes were almost protruding.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, Sir Andrew lifted the mask on his helmet as if he had been stimulated by something.

The entourage next to him glanced in surprise and found something wrong with Sir Andrew.

At this moment, Sir Andrew's face was terrifyingly pale, his lips had turned completely purple, and his eyeballs were almost protruding, covered with dense red blood, just like the eyes of demons on religious scrolls.

"Leave me alone! Continue...continue to charge!" Sir Andrew spoke like a bellows, staring at the entourage beside him, and then handed out the formation flag in his hand.

The entourage just wanted to say something, but saw his young master's mouth kept opening and closing, but he couldn't hear what he said, most of these words were lost in the strong wind brought by the charge.

In the end, he only heard one sentence: "Charge! Charge!"

With tears in his eyes, the entourage took the banner from Sir Andrew.

After Sir Andrew handed out the banner, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Finally, it's time to repay part of it..." Sir Andrew was full of worries about his sister, his family and his territory. Once Reiner was defeated, the Creek family would inevitably be liquidated.

Afterwards, Sir Andrew, who let go of his worries, leaned forward and lay down on the horseback. Another attendant saw everything just now.

He hurriedly jumped onto Sir Andrew's war horse, rode on it, and then hugged Sir Andrew tightly while controlling the war horse.

Compared with the Templars, the southern knights were inferior in combat effectiveness. Living in the south, their stature would have been shorter.

And because the living environment is very favorable, and the wars are not very frequent, most of the time they are pampered and pampered, they can't compare with the hard-trained Templars anyway.

Almost at the moment of colliding with the enemy, fifty or sixty southern knights fell off their horses.

But all these were not unnecessary sacrifices, and they also caused the enemy more than 20 people to lose their horses.

The bigger gain than this is that the Scarlet Griffin Knights are now less than 20 meters away from the enemy's central army, and they can rush into the enemy's formation in the next second and severely crush their morale.

At the same time, the left flank of the Imperial Army.

"Counterattack! Counterattack! Damn barbarians want to destroy the empire too! You are unworthy!" Earl Jollal was the most irritable, but also very staunch.

Although the enemy's huge army was about to surround his formation, he still chose to fight the enemy to the death, and he would not give the enemy any chance.

The Earl of Preston looked round,

His formation was already in jeopardy, and under the siege of six or seven thousand enemies who were brave enough to die, his team also suffered heavy losses.

"Closer to Earl Choral's army!" shouted Earl Preston, the only way he could last longer.

"Damn it! Support! How long are we going to last!" Some little lords who were in more dangerous situations cursed one after another, but they still had to fight with their soldiers on the front line with their long swords.

The left wing is so critical, Leiner sees it in his eyes and is anxious in his heart, but he still can't do anything, he has even played the last hole card, it depends on the results of the Scarlet Griffon Knights!

Earl Valas led the Scarlet Griffin Knights to a distance of 20 meters from the enemy's side. The enemy could clearly feel the terrifying momentum of the more than 700 fully armed knights riding tall horses.

Although these temple infantrymen were well-trained and determined, their instinct to fear death still overcame reason at this moment.

The enemy suddenly appeared on one's side, which brought extraordinary fear and deterrence to the fighters of the Jihad Army.

Most of the fighters close to the side were completely reduced to instinctive slaves, dropped their weapons without any thought, and began to flee.

Before the Scarlet Griffin Knights rushed in, two or three hundred soldiers collapsed.

"Oh my god! Our flanks are under attack! We're going to be doomed!"

Crying, struggling, and even shouting incomprehensible syllables, the soldiers who lost their minds attacked their comrades around them.

Facing the threat of death, the fleeing soldiers broke out with greater strength, engulfing more and more soldiers to flee.

Two seconds later, Earl Valas rushed into the position of the middle army of the Holy War Army with the mighty and majestic blood-colored Griffon Knights exuding majestic momentum.

All this happened extremely quickly, from the Templars being held back by Sir Andrew, to the soldiers fleeing, and then the Scarlet Griffin Knight charging into the formation of the Holy Warriors, it only took a few tens of seconds.

The generals of the Holy War Army and Pope Rosa had no time to react, and the flank of the central army was invaded by the Scarlet Griffin Knights.

The Earl of Valas led the elite knights under his command on a rampage. Under the tall horses under their crotches, no one could stop them. All the enemies who dared to stand in front of them were knocked out, or were thrown into the hands of these heroic knights. beheaded by his long sword.

"Well done!" Reiner looked at the battle ahead, but he was ecstatic in his heart, and shouted to the herald beside him: "Order Earl Leyland, the Chinese army will go all out to move forward! Everyone give me Rush up! Defeat the enemy!"

Unlike Rainer's ecstasy, the hearts of the generals of the church and Pope Rosa have fallen to the bottom.

"What the hell is going on! Why is this happening!" Pope Rosa was furious and shouted at the church general beside him.

Seeing that the general hesitated and couldn't speak, Pope Rosa snorted coldly. He saw everything in his eyes, and he was helpless for the cavalry who suddenly appeared.

"What should we do now!" Pope Rosa asked in a deep voice. The most important thing now is not accountability, but a good plan for the next step.

"Your Majesty...the only way we can do now is to try to stabilize the front and wait for our right-wing army to break through the enemy's left flank and outflank the enemy's central army!" The general said in embarrassment.

"Is this the only way..." Pope Rosa looked angrily at the knight team that held back the Templars. Who would have thought that the hope of breaking the situation was actually brought by a group of southerners who were most despised by the northern lords. of.