Chapter 342 Chapter 342: Great Victory

The ground rumbled and trembled, and the cavalry on both sides silently raised their weapons.

Arturia quietly looked at the approaching enemy, and raised the Knight King's Sword obliquely with both hands.

"United Legion Charge!"

"drink!"

The Melo Knights shouted in unison.

A faint blue light curtain enveloped the entire knight order, this is the difference between knights and cavalry, fighting spirit combined with shield.

Seeing this scene, Ferhat's face changed slightly, because he was about to face more than two thousand knights, and there were less than a thousand knights around him, and the rest were all cavalry.

Look dress up, it should be Knights of the Kingdom of Cleveland.

"Combined Assault!"

Under Ferhat's roar, the elite heavy armored knights of the Ottoman Kingdom also slowly formed a red battle qi joint shield.

Red and blue collided together, and the expected balance of power did not happen.

The Melo Knights have swept across the entire battlefield with a devastating offensive.

Ferhat looked at his subordinates who were overwhelmed with astonishment.

The scimitar in his hand also slashed at a knight. The opponent was at most a high-level knight, but he was not killed by his sword.

On the one hand, it is the defensive power of the shield produced by the combination of grudges, and on the other hand, it is the defensive power of the terrifying armor on them.

"What kind of armor is this?" Ferhat's face changed slightly.

The heavy armored knights from both sides collided, and many fell to the ground, and most of them were crushed into flesh by the comrades in the rear.

As the Grand Knight Commander of the arrow in front, he blesses the fighting spirit of the entire army.

The knight wearing red armor and a curved helmet burst out red light towards Ferhat. Ferhat recognized at a glance that the opponent must be the commanding knight of the Knights. Not to be outdone, he rushed towards him. Kill the opponent, and the enemy's knight will collapse.

Mordred looked at Ferhat who was flying several Merlot knights in front of him, and he couldn't help but show a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

Artoria also noticed Ferhart.

Mordred took the lead, and she followed closely behind, completely hiding behind Mordred with perfect riding skills, which proved that Ferhart, who was charging, did not notice that there was someone behind Mordred.

"I swear on my rebellious name."

Boom!

Ferhat was almost killed by a sword, and raised his shield to resist at the critical moment, but when he took down the shield, he just saw a blue figure appearing in front of him, and the azure long sword flew across like a shooting star.

Then Ferhat felt the world spinning.

He didn't see his body, but he was very clear that he was dead, and the vanguard army was finished.

After the first wave of charge, there were less than 2,000 people left in the Ottoman Kingdom, and the Melo Knights also had nearly a hundred people at any time. This was a bloody massacre.

Almost all the heavy armored knights who acted as arrows fell, and no one survived.

The orderly steps of a large number of infantry sounded, and nearly ten thousand infantry slowly walked towards the battlefield.

The remaining Oster cavalry glanced around. The long-awaited crossbowmen were on the left and right wings. The sharp arrows had already aimed at them. The Melo Knights in the rear were turning around and preparing to charge again.

Ferhat was nowhere to be found for a long time. In a charge of this level, even the Grand Knight Commander could not escape silently, so he had only one end.

That is, when charging, he was hacked to death by the enemy.

Only the few remaining thousand cavalry commanders looked at each other. They did not choose to surrender, but charged against the Melo elite infantry with a determined determination to die.

If they attack from the Mello crossbowmen on both wings, they may still have a chance to break out of the encirclement.

It's a pity that they faced the most elite infantry of the Melo army, let alone the heavily armored guards behind them.

Melo's elite infantry quickly formed a formation, and the heavily armed guards behind them began to accelerate.

The final charge of the Ottoman cavalry failed to break through the formation of Melo's elite infantry. The distance was too short to form a charge formation.

Then they cut off the swarming heavy guards, and after a fight, the Melo elite infantry only took less than 500 heads, and Diego was so angry that he jumped up.

"Lianning, can you stop taking the head?"

Laianning wiped off the blood on his great sword, and said indifferently.

"What is head-grabbing? You can't do it yourself. It's my fault."

Seeing that the soldiers were already cleaning the battlefield, Aslan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and asked with a smile.

"Everyone, what do you think of the combat effectiveness of my army?"

In the face of Aslan's demonstration, Germain took the lead in standing up.

"The army under the command of the lord is unparalleled in the world!"

"Haha!" Aslan couldn't help laughing.

The other tribal chiefs followed suit and flattered others, making Belmode and Gareth's faces pale.

Soon, Cu Chulainn came back, holding a head in his hand, which belonged to the swordsman mentor who was fighting him. The armor on his body was still spotless, which showed his strong fighting power.

After about a few minutes, Clareton also came back, he was also holding a head, but he was a little embarrassed, but fortunately he was not injured. This is enough to prove that, among the mentor-level powerhouses, Claireton is also ranked second in strength. Upper-middle level.

Elijah slowly descended from the sky with the aviation magician brigade, and all thirty-six magicians returned.

"You guys have done a good job! You have made a great contribution to this battle." Aslan said boldly.

"Thank you Lord Lord!"

Everyone returned to the big tent again, and Gareth bowed his head first, choosing to surrender.

Belmode wanted to say something more, but Andre made a choice first.

Everyone has almost surrendered. If Belmode continues to stand firm, there is no guarantee that Aslan will not kill the others to make it easier to rule the Changfeng Plain in the future.

"My lord! We are willing to surrender." Andre said helplessly.

"Andre you?" Belmod was dissatisfied immediately, and just when he was about to speak, Cu Chulainn gave him a big bill, and he lay on the ground and vomited blood.

"For Le Anning's sake, otherwise you would have died long ago." Cu Chulainn said coldly.

As for Belmode, he will die sooner or later, as long as you continue to be stubborn like this Aslan, you will definitely die.

In order to completely rule the barbarian clan, there can only be one patriarch between Leaning and Belmod. If Belmod is ignorant, Aslan doesn't mind letting him die inexplicably.

Aslan had already explained this to Merlin, and Merlin also promised to be responsible for this matter.

"Since you have no objections, then divide the land and build towns according to the above." Aslan asked Vista to divide the planning documents prepared in advance.

Aslan doesn't care if they understand it or not, he just needs to let these guys understand the next step.

As for the matter of the North Wind Prairie, he will not care about it for the time being. The North Wind Prairie in his previous life was worse than the present one. What Aslan has to do is to ensure their food transportation channels.