Imperial Crown

Hearing the almost collapse cry, Weisdong turned his head and his heart trembled violently.

As far as the eye could see, the field of vision was almost filled with horse thieves, and less than half of the Eagle Army was still on horseback!

Some of them fell to the ground, their internal organs were crushed by the horses' hooves, and their hearts and lungs spilled out of their mouths.

Some were nailed to the warhorse by long spears, and fell to the ground with their horses, and they couldn't break free, and died in pain.

Others had half of their bodies chopped off, and even their hearts were exposed!

Even the Eagle Army still on horseback were injured and bloody!

If this continues, the whole army will be wiped out soon!

Weisdong gripped the hilt of the sword, raised the blade high, and forced himself to suppress the unwillingness in his heart:

"The second battalion will be the rear guard!"

"Eagle Army-retreat!"

Wesdong's roar resounded throughout the battlefield, but it did not immediately change the situation.

The Eagle Army and the horse thieves had already been mixed together, intertwined.

The sudden change of purpose made the battlefield more chaotic than before!

Every soldier of the Eagle Army began to look for an opportunity to break out.

White did not move, because he was a member of the second battalion.

Now, his shield was full of holes, his long sword was full of gaps, and his leather armor was even more scattered with six or seven holes, some deep and some shallow. Although it did not hurt the vital parts, it also dyed the originally black and gray leather armor red.

At the moment when he heard Weisdong's order, his comrade beside him was stabbed in the throat by a lance because of distraction, and immediately lost his life and fell off the horse.

Blood splashed on White's face, and it seemed extremely hot in the cold weather.

But he didn't bother to wipe it, not only because he was already covered with blood, but also because a new attack had arrived!

He raised the shield, and with a slight sound, his arm shook, and a flying axe had already embedded on it, and the axe blade pierced through the shield, reflecting the bloody light.

There was a sound of wind in his ears. White used his long sword to block the scimitar that was slashing from the side with an expressionless face. When they crossed each other, he saw the ferocious smile on the other party's face.

But he didn't care, and there was no ripple in his heart.

White couldn't even feel his current emotions.

Calm, numb, and indifferent were not enough to describe his current state.

Fear left him far away, and he didn't feel the slightest excitement.

He had only one thought in his mind now-

Complete the mission!

White tilted his head slightly to avoid a long spear stabbing in front of him, and the long sword in his hand cut forward along the spear.

The horse thief on the opposite side screamed in pain, and two fingers fell in mid-air, but this did not affect the horse thief's movements. He drew back the long spear and thrust it again.

It must be said that the ferocity of this group of horse thieves was far beyond White's cognition.

At this time, he should ride his horse forward and send the sword into the opponent's chest, but White did not do so.

He was not a cavalryman, and could only avoid being thrown off the horse when riding. Now that he was in battle, he had to ensure that he could always sit on the horse's back.

So he raised his shield.

The action of raising the shield, which he had practiced thousands of times, had almost become an instinct, and it just happened to block the path of the lance.

Crack--

The lance pierced the shield, the iron sheet rolled, and the wood chips flew.

White only felt a lightness in his hand, and the shield, which was already overwhelmed, suddenly broke, and the lance blade pushed forward and pierced into his shoulder socket.

Surprisingly, White did not even feel the pain. He clamped the lance head with his shoulder, raised his left hand to hold the lance shaft, and suddenly pulled it behind him.

Unexpectedly, White would actually do this. The horse thief did not have time to let go, and the center of gravity, which was unstable due to the stabbing, was immediately destroyed, and the whole person fell forward from the horse.

White raised the sword and cut his throat.

The body fell to the ground with the spear, and the spear blade was pulled out from White's shoulder, splashing a puff of blood.

No time to breathe, no time to bandage, no time to be thankful.

Because there were already horse thieves rushing towards him.

Four horse thieves, like a wall and a forest, their horses' hooves rolled up the bloody mud, and the spears flashed with terrifying light.

A sudden enlightenment rose in White's heart.

I, probably really will die here.

The moment he realized this fact, White's heart began to beat vigorously, and pictures of his life flashed through his mind.

Surprisingly, some pictures that he thought he would never forget flashed by, and only the life after joining the Eagle Army was extremely clear.

The first training, the first mistake, the first dinner, the first time to drag the whole team to run together...

The training in less than four months turned out to be the most meaningful time in his life.

He raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it forward, wanting to say something.

But the next moment, as the sound of horse hooves approached, four spears pierced his chest almost at the same time!

"Go to hell!"

The horse thieves roared angrily!

The sound of bones breaking was clearly heard by White, and blood gushed out of his mouth and nose like a spring.

But White was not dead yet. Instead, he raised his head, his eyes were full of blood, and his voice was hoarse and dry but very clear:

"...I can die."

"But, the Eagle Army, can't be destroyed...!!"

"Lord Baron, can't lose!!!!"

He roared and roared.

Using his last strength, White threw the long sword at a horse thief, but the sword lost its power as soon as it left his hand and fell into the mud in vain.

It's a pity that I still want to kill another one for the Baron...

He put one hand on the barrel of the gun and raised his middle finger tremblingly with the other hand:

"Fuck you...!"

This sound was particularly long, so long that it took his last breath and took away his life.

The four horse thieves were stunned for a moment. They had killed many people, but they had never seen such an enemy before.

Even though they were in different camps, these horse thieves had a hint of admiration for White.

The sound of horse hoofbeats slowly sounded, and Heleti rode up. He looked at White's body with a solemn expression, and then drove the horse to White's side.

Horse thieves worship the strong, and White's performance undoubtedly deserves this title.

And Heleti is also a well-known strong man in the bloody highlands!

Just when everyone thought that Heleti would show the most basic respect to this powerful man.

He suddenly pulled out the scimitar from his waist and suddenly chopped off White's head!

"Did you see it?" Pulling White's hair, Heleti raised White's head high, looked around, and said in a voice as cold as iron:

"This is what you get for opposing me!"

The wind was very cold, but these words were even colder, making the horse thieves present feel terrified.

Heleti's eyes swept across the battlefield.

That's right, there were more than twenty or nearly thirty Eagle Army corpses lying on the ground.

But the number of corpses of horse thieves was more than ten.

With twice the strength and fighting in the field on horseback, the Eagle Army was still able to inflict such battle losses.

It’s all because of soldiers like White!

Once these veterans who have seen blood return to the bloody highlands, with them as the backbone in the coming year, they may not only attract a hundred people, but two hundred, three hundred, or even five hundred!

We must not let them go!

Heleti looked at the Eagle Army, which was still maintaining order even though it was retreating, and shouted an order:

"Chase me!"

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