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    However, when the four cavalry passed by the foot of the hill, the gate of the castle opened, and a group of more than a hundred cavalry rushed out. The training and mobilization of cavalry between cities was not a problem, but this group seemed not to be.  Like, the momentum of the horse galloping down the mountain is particularly anxious.  ¦æThe dust and smoke stirred up, turning the few people hiding aside almost into natives. The female knight was so angry that she couldn't help but curse loudly!

    However, when the dust and smoke in front of him cleared, the old knight's eyes immediately stopped at the person who was walking away for a while, and suddenly said: "Let's go and see what happened."

    "Teacher! Teacher!"

    "Forget it, it's pointless. It's not the first day you've met him. When will he give up this opportunity?"

    "When Master Shimu was holding that big pot and staring at him?"

    "But now that Master Shimu has been summoned to God's side, how can we stop him?"

    "no way¡­¡­"

    "Does he often do this?"

    "As long as it is a military operation, Teacher Olan will want to take a look and understand the combat effectiveness of soldiers in various places. Even if it is just a few straw knights killing bandits why are you here?"

    The female knight turned her head, and immediately her eyes widened, and her red lips opened wide Apparently she forgot that she was on a galloping horse at the moment, so Chen Hui immediately gave her a lesson, which almost made her cough.  Fell from the horse.

    The female knight's gaffe was actually not an isolated case. The other two knights also looked back and stared, watching the thin stallion follow their semi-purebred war horse easily, running with ease - the speed of the war horse and the horse was so good.  The difference should be more than half, which is determined by natural qualifications.  It is impossible to change even if the load is different, as long as certain limits are not exceeded.  The speed at which a horse gallops during the first few hourglass graduations has nothing to do with weight.  But the horse, which looked like it didn't have much bloodline, was riding on legs that were a foot shorter than the war horse, but it was holding the figures of several knights tightly.  Not a foot falls.

    What kind of magic is this?

    It was not easy for several knights to confirm the magic fluctuations on the horse, so the awkward silence lasted until they caught up with the old knight again, and they were generally sure that there was no magic on the horse.  And the doubts did not diminish, but instead increased countless more.

    Is it the legendary mutant horse with a clumsy appearance but excellent talents?  Or is it some kind of invisible magic?  Is this guy a lucky man who was blessed by the goddess Tymora, or is he a secret nobleman?

    It doesn¡¯t seem right

    Fortunately, after riding their horses for less than half an hour, the noise ahead made them temporarily put aside their hard-to-find answers The old knight rode his horses and stood quietly on a small slope, staring at the messy battlefield below.  .

    In fact, it can¡¯t be called a battlefield, although there are already many dead people.

    The center of the road.  Several carriages carrying goods formed a large circle. The horses had been unloaded and surrounding a box carriage inside. A dozen ragged corpses were crawling around, with blood stains all over the ground.  In the car formation, there were more than a dozen guys wearing horsemen's robes, each armed with weapons, guarding a group of bandits outside.

    They are said to be bandits, but they actually don¡¯t pose much of a threatthe number of them is less than fifty anyway, and the tatters they wear can barely be called "armor". They are essentially just linen cloth tied with wooden boards and iron pieces.  The weapons in his hands were pitchforks and flails, and the few long swords and axes were inevitably rusted and stained. As for the mounts, not to mention their own dark and thin bodies due to lack of food, they looked useless.  Knife chops and ax chops.  A strong gust of wind can scrape a knife - this is naturally an important reason why those merchants can support the arrival of reinforcements.

    "Spare your life, spare your lifeI'm not a robber, I was just caught by them"

    "My dear knights, please spare your lives We don't want to rob. But the two earls started a territorial war, and all our harvests were destroyed. There is no way"

    "We still have old people and children at home, waiting for dinner"

    More than a hundred cavalry swarmed in.  Surrounded by this messy outermost layer, the wooden pole lance was already a powerful killing weapon for the tattered rotating cups of the 'bandits', so this group of unlucky guys collapsed in the blink of an eye, and the dozens of throwers on the outermost  He dropped the tattered weapon in his hand and knelt down on the ground, his wailing and begging for mercy sounds like hundreds of wasps.

    The so-called territorial war is of course not a battle to capture the city, but a dispute between local nobles - the lords in the countryside are not as elegant as those big nobles. It is not enough to gather their knights and private soldiers for a large-scale private fight when they are angry.  It is a rare thing, and even the laws of the empire allow it-it just requires them to comply within a defined area.??Conducted under strict restrictions.

    There is no doubt that this is a pretty good strategy. When no war can bring glory to knights and soldiers, another thing can be used to satisfy their pursuit of glory.  But for civilians, such an encounter is almost equivalent to a natural disaster - the nobles don't care whether fields, farms or even some unlucky villages are included in the battlefield.  But at this turn of summer and autumn, replanting is simply impossible. Without the food that is about to be harvested, apart from becoming bandits and fighting to the death, they have only one way out: collective suicide. The choice is natural.

    "A bunch of unlucky farmers? What a tragedy in the world." The gray-haired young man glanced at the situation in front of him and chuckled: "Where did this novice businessman come from? It's too embarrassing to ask for help when dealing with such a bastard.  Isn't it fast enough?" He took the horse's head and turned to a few knights: "I would like to advise everyone, we'd better leave here as soon as possible, so as not to provoke ghosts and gods or bring disaster."

    "Coward!" the female knight sneered: "How scary are just a few dozen bandits? There are"

    She paused mid-sentence, and suddenly understood what the other party meant Of course there was nothing scary about those robbers. They were no different from disarming themselves, but what this gray-haired guy said seemed to mean something else.  What's the danger?

    "You mean, these city guards"

    "This group of city guards is not here to rescue, but to take advantage of the situation. Those farmers and robbers are just a 'cause' in the first place. What they want to do may be to kill these bandits and businessmen together. Otherwise, just  These bandits can be killed with a single charge, and there is no need to encircle them. This is to catch them all in one fell swoop and leave no one behind"

    The old knight spoke slowly, stretched out his hand and pulled out the knight's sword: "I originally thought they were just blackmailing, but I didn't expect they were really going to take action. My kid, I'm really sorry for getting you involved."

    The gray-haired young man smiled and said nothing, but did not move his horse away again.

    Because it was a little late to escape.

    "What do you guys do? Why are you here? We suspect that you are related to this robbery. Immediately throw away your weapons, dismount and be bound. Follow us back to the city for interrogation!"

    The dozen or so soldiers who were originally cruising outside the siege reacted quickly. In a few words, they had already approached the ramp. After confirming that the four knights in front of them did not have any family emblems on them, they immediately became murderous. They treated them as paintings.  Before the series of questions ended, they had already raised their crossbows.  The ban on crossbows on the mainland has been issued for thousands of years. Even light crossbows are prohibited items in most places, and the regular city guards are no exception. Although this type of crossbow is fatal against enemies below mid-level knights  All large and medium-sized cities will be prepared with weapons.  But unless there is a tense moment such as being besieged, the soldiers will not be given equipment easily.

    It is precisely because of this that these guys who are obviously lacking in ability are so confident - the crossbows in their hands are not weak. Even if the opponent's ability exceeds theirs, they are under the threat of more than a dozen crossbows.  I had to submit obediently.

    "Be honest, don't try to play any tricks, see clearly. This is a fine crossbow from the magic city of Burgundy, with a top-grade steel arm. Even if you are wearing armor, you can still penetrate it  " The leading guy was very proud.  Then there was a surprising discovery: "Hey, she is still a female knight? Now I have fun"

    The end of the word turned into a hoarse sound, because the female knight waved her hand and nailed a small knife to his throat, making him dance and fall off the horse.  The twitching corpse made the gray-haired young man raise his eyebrows.

    This is the first time I have seen a knight who is good at using flying knives.

    In fact, it was not an ordinary flying knife. It was more realistic to say that it was some kind of deformed flying axe. The semicircular blade was about a palm wide, but after throwing it, when I drew back my hand, it pierced the enemy's throat.  The weapon returned to her hand, she raised her hand again, then put it away again In an instant, two more unlucky guys who were at a loss what to do fell from their horses, blood flying everywhere.

    At this time, the remaining ten unlucky guys finally understood what happened, but at this time, the three people on the other side had already clamped their horses' belly, with swords like rainbows in their hands. As the horses neighed, three more people were either stabbed through the heart or stabbed.  Their throats were broken, and they cleverly used dead bodies as shields. The crossbow arrows fired by several city guards in a hurry missed their targets, either piercing their unlucky companions or just barely grazing the armors of several people and flying past. In addition to killing one  The knight's robe was of no use except to pierce it.  Although heavy crossbows are powerful, loading the arrows is more troublesome. Once the arrows are fired, they become useless. By the time they want to draw their swords, the enemy's horses have already rushed between their companions, making it even more difficult to use the rat-throwing weapon.?As a result, during this brief hesitation, only three of the dozen knights were left.  By the time they screamed out of their wits and tried to escape, it was already too late.

    In the blink of an eye, life and death become clear.

    The gray-haired young man was silent. The combat effectiveness of the knights in front of him was a bit beyond his expectation. Although the strength of the three young men was only at the level of mid-level knights, they could not deal with opponents with crossbows at this distance.  , In fact, experience is far more important than strength. The reaction speed of these people in battle and the control of horses are all top-notch. Especially the attack method is clean and efficient. The blade is either at the throat or piercing the chest. Obviously  It is specially used for fighting on the battlefield. It is estimated that even if the female knight does not have a magic weapon to help her fight, it is estimated that these dozen people will not be able to hurt the three of them.

    It¡¯s not an exaggeration to say that such a knight is a member of the Jin Jinhua Imperial Guard, right?

    This kind of groaning was obviously the same as being stunned in the eyes of several knights. Several young people each sneered a few times and paid no attention to this poor 'commoner'.

    The enemies on the other side of the mountain did not respond. It was not that they were not alert, but that they had no time at all - their attack had already begun, and a group of unlucky 'robbers' had been basically slaughtered.  More than eighty riders began to attack the car formation around the bend.  Although the caravan's bodyguards and coachmen also had many weapons, the steel-armed crossbows in their hands were extremely powerful.  The carriage walls of the cart were torn in half like sheepskin, making it almost impossible for people behind to escape.  However, the few longbows they used to deal with the bandits could barely hit the soldiers riding horses. So within a moment, only a few people in the twenty-strong convoy were still guarding, and the situation was in a precarious position.

    "Teacher, what should I do?"

    "Of course we can't keep such bastards, but we can only drive them away now."

    The old knight hesitated a little, but his answer seemed as simple as "let's go".

    It is indeed simple - because the female knight casually pulled out a wand from the package at her waist - a slender hand of ebony with a bright ruby ??inlaid on it.  With just a finger, a little red light exploded among the city guards!

    The man turned his back on his horse.

    What was originally a mighty gallop turned into a charge towards death. The dark red flames ignited everything within twenty feet. The few unlucky ones who took the lead in the charge instantly became the "Scarlet Knights" with their horses and men, while the two people around them  A dozen or so poorly trained horses caused chaos in an instant!  For low-level knights, magic is an existence equivalent to God. No matter how many there are, it is in vain, so when the second and third fireballs burst among them one after another.  All the riders dispersed without hesitation and fled in all directions, leaving only a dozen unlucky ones burned by the flames and thrown under their horses, struggling like headless chickens.  Eventually it turned into a ball of coke.

    The wind blew the stench of burning across the hills, and the female knight couldn't help but frown and turned her head to the side.  But they just happened to notice the sneaky figure of the gray-haired boy - that guy was wrapping the crossbows of those unlucky guys into two big bags in his cloak and hanging them on the back of the saddle.  After thinking for a while, he picked up several more knight's swords.  Hanging all around the waist, the nondescript look makes people laugh.

    Seeing the glance from the female knight, he smiled slightly in return, looking strange, and immediately received two big white eyes.  This behavior also made the old knight frown and couldn't help but remind him, "Although that kind of thing is worth a few gold coins, it can't enter Kendemros."

    But the young man smiled even more cheerfully: "With your help, it shouldn't be difficult at least?"

    The old knight snorted and said no more. He just led a group of people down the ramp, met the caravan with only five or six people left, and moved forward.

    The owner of the caravan was a middle-aged businessman. He was thinking about a certain death situation but escaped death. Naturally, he thanked these knights profusely. However, he took out a bag of dozens of gold coins as a thank-you gift, but the old knight calmly refused.  After that, he could only start taking action with his convoy. Fortunately, the horses left by the dozen or so city guards who were killed first were enough to replace the losses on his convoy. Several people drove one car each, so the progress was not too slow.  speed.

    However, not long after they set out on the road, the female knight left her teacher, drove her horse aggressively to the gray-haired boy, and snorted coldly with a frosty look on her face: "When you get to Kendemros, get out of here as far as you can.  If you dare to sneak in behind us, I will burn you into a roast pig, do you hear me?"

    The young man blinked his eyes, with an expression that he didn¡¯t hear clearly at all, which made the anger in the female knight¡¯s heart double!  Just rush away and never look at that face that once showed some interest!

    But when they passed by on the wrong horse, the two young knights following the female knight looked at the gray-haired boy with less hostility?It's not that friendship was cultivated in the so-called battle, it's just that this guy wanted to die. Now, neither the female knight nor the old knight obviously has a good impression of this guy who appeared halfway. Without the possibility of competition, they naturally have no more.  Hostile interest.

    So the journey was peaceful, but more than two hourglasses later, the group had entered the city of West Kendemros.

    The buildings in the four Kendemros are almost identical. They are all three thick towers built on two mountains. The residential area of ??the city is just behind the three walls. After that, there are plain fields and hills. There are no other walls.  )¡ª¡ªBehind the four high walls of Kendemros, which are full of traces of time, is the location of Illyria, and the walls of Illyria are actually the inner city of the king.

    The four knights separated from the caravan before passing through the city gate. Instead of waiting in line at the city gate, they entered the city directly through the corner gate dedicated to soldiers, passed through the streets and alleys behind, and ended at the end of a slightly deserted path.  There were already more than ten fully armed knights waiting on the roadside. Seeing their arrival, the leading knight in full armor bent down on his horse to greet them. When he raised his body, he just revealed the huge golden jade flower badge on his chest.

    The petals are golden, with three layers of patterns on the outside. This is the style of the high-level Jinjin Flower Knight.

    He raised his head, but there was a bit more confusion in his voice, "I heard that there are four people in our party?" he asked carefully, making the four of them slightly surprised?

    Then when he turned his head, he happened to see a tame stallion walking slowly twenty or thirty paces behind a few people. There were two huge bundles hanging on the back of the saddle, and he was riding on it with a smile on his face.  Who is the one with a few knight swords if it's not the annoying gray-haired guy with a sly smile on his face?  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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