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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Orcs Chapter 6: Rescue the Sentinels, Hundreds of Horses and Thousands of Troops

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    The Captain of the Catless Company of the Second Branch of the Knights of the Steel Fist tried his best to swallow the bitterness of despair in his mouth, reined in the reins, and kept thinking rapidly.  Less than two hundred meters ahead, a thousand roaring beastman warriors were advancing rapidly. Although they were all running on foot, their speed was faster than that of galloping horses.  Catles and his one hundred cavalrymen all belong to the direct line of the Deliber branch commander. They are well-equipped and equipped with the best horses. They should have been the envy of the Knights of the Steel Fist.  However, since the leader of the Deliber branch abandoned his post and absconded, they have become the objects of neglect and exclusion.  The newly appointed branch leader is a fat man who is jealous of others. His ability to ride a horse is far inferior to that of a woman.  After coming to the second branch, the fat man only did two things. The first was to vigorously promote his cronies who were equally incompetent as himself, and the second was to try his best to exclude the direct troops belonging to the leader of the Deliber branch.  This reconnaissance mission is part of a huge ostracism plan. Catless was ordered to go to the Moon Whispering Plains to investigate the movements of the barbarian orc army.  No matter from any angle, this task is purely tortuous. The barbarian orc army does not have wings on its ribs, so it is naturally impossible for it to cross Tallon Fortress and appear directly on the land of Xifeng County.  Perhaps a few spies could risk crossing the mountains, but thousands of troops would not be able to complete this task.  Of course Catles argued hard, but the new second branch commander remained unmoved, and a frighteningly sweet voice came out of his plump lips.  "Officers at the company captain level who disobey orders will be immediately removed from their posts and taken into custody. Do you want me to do this, Lord Catless?" So Catless had to grit his teeth with hatred, turned around and left the headquarters of the second division.  , that afternoon, he led a hundred men to leave the fortress to carry out the reconnaissance mission that could not lead to any results.  As soon as they reached the edge of the Moon Whispering Plain, Catles ordered to slow down. The strength of the war horses could not be wasted here, and the soldiers should not be wasted.  He has secretly decided to use this mission as an opportunity to relax. No matter what kind of punishment he will receive when he goes back, at least he can breathe the fresh air of the grassland, hunt fat yellow sheep, and maybe find someone to provide him with something.  Special service place for fun.  There will always be some compensation in the life of a soldier. As far as he knows, there are many villages on the Yueyu Plain that provide similar services.  However, maybe fate played a joke on Catles.  On the third day after leaving Tallon Fortress, they encountered a small group of barbarian orcs.  Due to their lax vigilance, Catles' cavalry did not react until the orcs came out from the roadside.  The short but fierce battle lasted less than a minute. Ten of the twelve orcs were killed and one was captured, but another escaped pursuit. Catles' cavalry lost eight people and six horses.  .  Considering the huge disparity in numbers between the two sides, this loss was huge, and it also gave Captain Catless Company a very intuitive understanding of the combat effectiveness of the Brutal Orcs.  After interrogating the seriously injured prisoner, the young man with luxurious blond hair immediately ordered a retreat, trying to return behind the high walls of Tallon Fortress before the escaped barbarians brought the army.  However, the gods in the sky seemed to have given up on this small cavalry team. Although they did not delay, near dusk, Catles still found dust rising from the right rear.  As an excellent cavalry commander, it only took a few seconds for Captain Carteris to determine that it was a cavalry team of about a thousand people. Considering that there should not be such a large force in the Moon Whispering Plain at this time,  It was obvious that they had been overtaken by the orcs.  Captain Cateles Company made a prompt decision and retreated westward overnight. The whole night of galloping made both men and horses exhausted. However, what was even more desperate was that at dawn, a barbarian army of up to a thousand men suddenly appeared in front of them.  "Everyone, wedge formation, prepare to charge!" Catless shouted the order. Since he couldn't escape the pursuit of the barbarian orcs, he had to fight to the death.  As he shouted, he quickly adjusted the round shield on the arm guard, tightened the armor, and then shook his long golden hair.  In the pale morning light from the east, Cateles's face was stern, like a lion about to roar. "The empire is justice! Charge, charge, charge!" Catles galloped, accelerated rapidly, leading the entire team.  The wedge-shaped array charged forward, "Long live the Griffin Empire!" "Long live the Griffin Empire!" The cavalry behind them shouted at the same time, and the horse's hooves were like a series of thunder, crushing the calm of dawn.  The humans¡¯ desperate charge did not surprise the orc commanders. The orcs, armed with big swords and battle axes, casually adjusted their queues and issued provocative ridicules and curses at the human cavalry nearly a hundred meters away.  Of course they have the right to be careless. Based on their experience of burning, killing and looting along the way, the battle loss ratio between human cavalry and barbarian orc roaring warriors is usually five to one, less thanA hundred cavalrymen could only exchange for twenty orc lives at most.  With a probability of 20/1000, no one would think that they are the unlucky one.  However, an accident happened at the moment when the two parties were about to come into contact.  A black fireball came from nowhere and flew into the array of barbarian orcs. After a tenth of a heartbeat, the blast of air threw at least fifty barbarian orcs far away, and two more.  Three hundred people staggered here and there.  The place where the fireball exploded was littered with the stumps and broken arms of twenty people. They were all charred and broken into pieces, exuding a suffocating burnt smell.  "Following the fireball was a dense rain of arrows. The three-edged arrows made of fine steel easily penetrated the leather shield raised by the barbarian orcs and the thick leather armor on their bodies, biting deeply into the muscles and bones.  The angry roars of the barbarian orcs turned into painful wails, and the arrows seemed to contain some kind of emotion-stimulating drug. Several injured guys began to wave the battle axes in their hands frantically, rolling in more barbarian orcs.  into chaos.  The wedge-shaped array inserted itself into the midst of the chaotic beastmen like lightning, and the spears and horse hooves caused a wail and scream.  If the formation of the barbarian orcs is not chaotic, these cavalry will definitely suffer a terrible counterattack. When the extremely strong barbarian orcs wield their swords and battle axes, they are enough to split the fully armed cavalry in half, including men and horses, but now these  The cavalry became the straw that broke the camel's back.  Catless waved his spear and stepped on a bloody path between the beasts, and shot a tall beast who was roaring and giving orders to his heart.  The tall barbarian orc's vitality is extremely tenacious. Although his chest has been penetrated by a spear, he still swings his ax to break the gun shaft, and then rushes towards Catles.  If a cavalryman hadn't rushed out in time and knocked the tall barbarian to the ground, Catles, who was in severe pain in his wrist, would have been severely decapitated by an ax before he could pull out his sword.  The tall orc was obviously the leader of this team. His fall immediately triggered a panicked roar. No troop could withstand such a sudden and terrible blow, and the roaring warriors of the orc were no exception.  The two wings of the array collapsed first, and all the barbarian orcs who witnessed this scene screamed wildly and fled in all directions.  The orcs who were hit by the scorching air waves but could still get up stumbled around, and then either fell under the hooves and spears of the cavalry, or were shot into hedgehogs by arrows that were as dense as raindrops.  "My merciful Father God!" Catles relaxed his fingers and let the broken gun barrel fall to the ground.  The battle was over before he even pulled out the long sword from his waist. The sight was full of the figures of the savage orcs fleeing in embarrassment. Looking back at the losses of his men, Catles was surprised to find that only seven or eight men fell from their horses, and  They had all struggled to get up from the ground. Although their heads were covered in dust and blood, they were in a state of embarrassment, but they were absolutely certain that their lives were safe.  "What a miracle is this?" a cavalryman shouted, "A hundred cavalry and a thousand troops, Captain Carles, you are simply an invincible hero!" "No, not me. The real defeat of the barbarian orc army  It's not our charge." Cateles retorted sharply, "The powerful fireball and the sudden rain of arrows Someone is helping us, and they are nearby!" "It seems that the victory has not overwhelmed you yet!  Mind, Catles." A very familiar voice cut through the noise on the battlefield like a sharp sword. Catles' body suddenly shook, and he suddenly raised his head and looked forward.  "Father, is itthe leader of the Deliber branch?" Catles's voice trembled.  "It's me." The gray-haired older knight replied calmly, then patted the side of the horse's neck and stepped aside, revealing behind him a young man wearing a dark blue cape and silver-plated chain mail.  "Introduction, this is the leader I am following now, the first commander of the pilgrim troops of St. Bablupa Monastery, the eyed god of death in the Magic Mountain Canyon, Tomad Ann."
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