My Empire

Five Hundred and Forty Four Knights

The young knight held the spear that had been handed down from his family, and rode on the back of a huge Warcraft horse. Looking at the backs of countless knights in front of him, he let go of the horse's reins and let it gallop forward.

The heavy horseshoes beat the ground, and the roar of the dragon above resounded through the sky. He could hear his own breathing and feel his own heartbeat.

Although this was not the first time he had been on the battlefield, it was indeed the first time he had been transferred to the front line at this time.

The precious giant horse cavalry, even in Grecon, is used in the later stages of the war to determine the outcome of the battle. Now, being used for counterattack, it is inevitable that all the knights will be a little nervous.

"Encounter the enemy!" A knight in front loudly reminded his companions behind him, and through the gaps in the densely packed wall, the young knight saw the incompletely ugly faces of some demons.

He didn't slow down his speed, and he still followed behind everyone, letting his horse run forward while observing everything that happened around him.

"Keep up the speed! Keep up the speed!" The shout came from nowhere, with a hint of tension in his tone.

The horse under the knight's crotch subconsciously jumped up, avoiding some remaining debris on the ground.

The knight lowered his head slightly, and saw from the corner of his eyes that there was a battle flag of Grekon that had been trampled badly on the ground.

Going forward, you will see a smashed helmet that has been stepped on, and an armor full of blood...

When he was about to raise his head, he saw the corpses of the giant cavalrymen and the fragmented bones of the trampled horses.

He raised his head nervously, facing the blowing wind. He squinted his eyes and saw the wall of people in front of him through the visor, which seemed to be a lot thinner.

"The magic defense barrier is about to fail!" Another officer reminded his companion loudly, using a hysterical voice.

From time to time, cavalrymen fell down on both wings, either being hit by bows and arrows in the distance, or being pulled off their horses by nearby demons.

A warhorse without a knight will fall to the ground and be trampled to pieces by the men behind it.

"Dense formation! Don't disperse! If you disperse, you will be surrounded and killed!" An officer close to the young soldiers shouted loudly, as if he wanted to keep the soldiers around him in a better formation and continue to charge.

The speed of the war horses had begun to slow down. It seemed that the front line of the demon troops was already very thick. It was impossible to pierce through the opposite phalanx just by relying on the cavalry's charge.

"Ah!" A few seconds later, in front of the young soldier, a cavalryman fell off his horse after a scream, and countless demon soldiers appeared right in front of the young soldier.

Before he had time to think about it, the knight aimed the spear in his hand at a demon who was closest to him. The opponent's face was ferocious, the opponent's armor was messy, the long sword in the opponent's hand was full of rust, and the opponent's shout made people shudder.

However, because of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of trainings, this knight has gotten used to all his technical movements.

On horseback, his subconscious attacks are the ones he has trained countless times. So, in the next second, he felt a huge impact force from his palm, and the spear in his hand had already pierced the demon on the opposite side.

The demon hung on the spear with a scream, and the black blood even splashed more than ten meters away.

The demon whose body is strung on the spear is still waving the long sword in his hand, and the sharp fangs in his mouth are clearly visible.

But before the long sword in the demon's hand fell, the spear in the young knight's hand had already collided with the second unlucky demon, tearing apart the opponent's body and tearing apart the opponent's ribs. The shattering of the impact.

The huge force broke the lance, and the demon soldier hanging on the spear fell to the ground along with the broken barrel of the spear. Before he could figure out how he fell, his head was crushed to a pulp by the hooves of a passing horse.

"Kill!" I don't know if it's emboldening myself or venting excess adrenaline. The young cavalryman shouted loudly, and thrust the broken spear into the chest of a demon who was bumping into him head-on.

The huge impact forced him to let go and give up the lance that was no longer usable. Then in the next second, he drew out the long sword at his waist, stepped on the stirrups with both feet, and swung at a demon soldier on the side.

The sharp blade left a deep gully on the demon soldier's face, and black blood splashed along the wound.

The demon soldier spun and lay down, piled on the body of another demon soldier who was already dead, like meat on a chopping board.

The young knight still rode forward, using the killing skills he had learned all his life to kill as many demons as possible.

"Ding!" There was a crisp sound, and the young knight felt that something had hit him on the shoulder. In fact, it was true. His armor blocked a long arrow shot by a demon, and the sparkling magic circle rippled, and circles of light blue halos spread little by little.

He didn't have time to check his injuries, but subconsciously continued to chop with the long sword. The demon standing in front of him had his shoulder chopped off by a sword, and fell down with a scream.

"For Grecon!" Someone shouted loudly in the ear, and then the young knight was hit in the arm by the second long arrow of the devil.

This time he felt pain. It seemed that the long arrow had been inserted directly into the gap in the armor, hurting the flesh inside.

A backhand sword broke the shaft of the arrow, and the young soldier continued to use the weapon in his hand, mercilessly harvesting the life of the demon in front of him, regardless of his bleeding arm.

One after another, the big heads flew up with black blood, and one after another, the demons fell under the hooves of the Greckon knights.

Suddenly, the front suddenly became clear, and the dozen or so phalanxes of the demons were pierced by Grecon's knights. The young soldier galloped wildly with his long sword in his trembling hands, and he didn't stop until the officer around him grabbed the reins.

He took the horse's head with his injured hand, and turned around listening to the neighing of the horse. Then he saw that there were only a few hundred knights left in the team that originally consisted of thousands of knights.

Blood seeped through the clothes inside, seeped out of the cold chain mail, and flowed out from the gaps in the outer plate armor gauntlet, staining his arms and palms red.

Drops of blood fell down, tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock on the skirt armor on the outside of the thigh, listening to it made people tired, and they wanted to close their eyes and sleep for a while.

Hundreds of knights turned their horses back, looked at the phalanx of demon troops that had been pierced by themselves and were in chaos everywhere, and silently began to form the team again.

The war horses snorted and gathered together again, and then took a neat step forward. What seemed to be a sloppy pacing at first turned into another tidy gallop.

The knight sitting on the horse looked at the comrades in front of him holding the Grecon battle flag high, and silently held the long sword with countless gaps.

Having hacked countless flesh and bones, chopped off countless long swords and iron rods that were parried, and smashed countless hard armors - it is already a miracle that this precious sword can last until now.

But for the young knight, this has just begun, and his battle will continue.

The magic defense barrier has been shattered, and the magic inscriptions on the armor have also faded. But they still have to charge forward, because only in this way can they return to the starting position.

Flying head-on was the dense rain of arrows fired by the devil, and from time to time some companions fell down with the horses under their crotches. The young knight could already clearly feel that the number of people around him was decreasing little by little.

His arms had already started to go numb, and his hand holding the rein was beginning to lose all feeling. He lowered his head slightly, avoiding the falling arrows, and then watched these arrows pass by him, or directly inserted into the gaps in the horse's armor.

When in front of him, the knights who were in the rear just now but were now going to lead the battle fell down one after another, the young knight already felt fear. No one is truly fearless, and few can hold back a sob when death knocks at the door.

The young knight was also afraid, he didn't want to die in such a cold place. He wanted to go back, return to his hometown, die peacefully on the bed, and tell his children and grandchildren the story of how he bravely killed the enemy today before he died.

So he continued to wave the long sword in his hand, and continued to slash at those demons. His war horse had already started to slow down, and strands of blood flowed down the horse's fur, spreading all over the ground it passed by.

"Kill!" I used the last magic power in my body on the edge of the sword, and the sword in my hand was blessed with wind magic, and once again cut iron like mud and was invincible.

Two more demons blocking the way fell on the young knight's way forward. fell on top of a grikon rider who had died here earlier.

The red blood mixed with the black blood seeped into the soil together, nourishing the land under our feet - I don't know whether the weeds growing here will be more like the plants in the devil world or more like the plants in the human world after thousands of years some.

"Crack!" After knocking down another demon that rushed up, the long sword in the young knight's hand was overwhelmed and finally broke.

The sharp sword rotated in the sky, and finally stuck vertically in the blood-stained soil. And the young knight was also stabbed in the body by countless spears, and was pulled to a stop by the huge force.

He hung on the end of the spear, and closed his eyes unwillingly. At this moment, his mind was clearly reflected in the mirror, reflecting the peaceful forest in his hometown.

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