That's a fake elf

Looking at the pirates who were rushing to land on the beach, Desmond did not hurriedly order the knights to charge immediately, but began to order the knights to line up and wait.

The location where the pirates landed happened to be on a golden beach.

This kind of terrain does not have much advantage for the heavily armored knights.

Because the fine sand will weaken the friction of the horseshoe, if you are not careful, the tall and strong Vastia war horse will roll into the wet sand with the knight on it.

Once the impact power is lost, it will be difficult for his more than 100 knights to fight against thousands of pirates.

Not to mention that after the pirates, there is an even more elite half-elf navy.

"Lord Desmond, why don't we come up? The pirates are about to land." William rode up to Desmond's side and opened the visor of his helmet, sweating profusely.

"Let them charge first." Desmond glanced at the navy that was quickly gathering, and said in a deep voice.

"But..."

"Select me thirty elite knights to form a death squad. I will lead the team to break up the opponent's formation. The knights in the back row abandon their guns and use swords to drive the pirates towards the opponent's position." Desmond said coldly.

Seeing Desmond's firm expression, William's expression sank.

Leading only [-] knights to attack thousands of pirates is undoubtedly an attempt to hit a stone with an egg.

"Lord Desmond, we can disperse them in one go."

"Execute the order!" Desmond shouted angrily.

"If you must do this, I hope to take the lead in the charge instead of you." William lowered his head and knocked his fist on his chest.

"Don't you regret it?" Desmond pulled up his mask.Looking at William's young and short face, his expression became a little complicated.

"The family can live without me, but it cannot live without you." William smiled, his eyes firm, without any fear or hesitation.

"I agree."

"Lord Desmond, please win!"

Watching William leave, Desmond's old face showed a wry smile.

The first batch of knights responsible for the first round of impact are basically certain to die. William is using his own life to implement his plan.

As a leader, he knew that such sacrifices were necessary, but as an elder, he felt ashamed when he saw the younger generation making sacrifices.

The only thing he can do now is to fight this battle well and prevent William and the knights from dying in vain.

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As the navy began to land, the pirates who had been holding on to the defense finally launched a charge.

The muzzle of the flintlock gun spurted out tongues of flame, and lead bullets roared out of the barrel, making clanging sounds on the shields and armor of the knights.

Some lead bullets bounced between the steel and penetrated into the bodies of the horses, causing them to neigh in pain.

However, with their superb riding skills, the knights quickly calmed down the horses beneath them.

"Spray Knights, the time has come to serve the country. At this moment, the Poseidon and the spirits of the ancestors will be with us to defeat them!"

Seeing the pirates leaving the beach, William's roar resounded throughout the entire army. Even the pirates charging at the front were frightened by William's roar for a moment.

"Charge!" William took the lead and knocked the spurs on his boots against the horse's belly.

But within a few breaths, the distance of more than 200 meters was covered.

The heavy lance became extremely heavy after hanging the corpses of several pirates.

The helpless knight could only give up the weapon in his hand and use his spare one-handed sword.

As the sword blade became jagged during the collision, the shield gradually became damaged, and William's speed was finally curbed.

But just in this breath, pirates had already cut off the horse's legs.

William, who fell to the ground, used his superb martial arts to kill more than a dozen pirates and finally got a brief respite.

Taking this opportunity, he turned his attention to the knight who was following him in the charge.

At this glance, he was suddenly dazzled.

I saw that the thirty knights he led had already lost their horses after breaking up the opponent's formation, and were being besieged by the pirates.

Facing firearms with greater penetrating power than repeating crossbows, the knights who had lost their speed had no choice but to defend passively.

Although William was determined to help his comrades rescue the siege, the pirates did not give him this opportunity and directly fired a storm of bullets.

As the roars of the knights gradually disappeared, William felt a sense of sadness in his heart. He knew that these comrades who had charged with him had gone ahead of him to the Hall of Valor of the Gods.

Presumably he will follow soon.

Sure enough, the rain of bullets left the shield in his hand riddled with holes, and finally shattered with a crisp sound.

Countless metal projectiles broke through the armor and penetrated into the body, making his life force begin to drain away rapidly, and his vision gradually became blurry.

In a daze, he seemed to see the wave flag again, fluttering in the wind.

"Long live Vastia!"

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"Spray Knight, charge!"

Seeing that the knights led by William disrupted the opponent's formation and were eventually overwhelmed, Desmond roared with a hoarse voice, like an angry lion.

After witnessing the death of their comrades, the knights, who had already been filled with rage, suddenly burst into unimaginable fighting power.

"charge!"

"charge!"

Without the support of the formation, the pirates, whose individual strength was not as good as the Spray Knights, began to be quickly killed by the hundreds of Splash Knights led by Desmond.

In the face of life and death, the pirates had long forgotten about the generous rewards that Drake had promised.

They scrambled to grab the assault ship and get back to safety.

But this behavior immediately annoyed Claudia, who had just gotten off the boat.

"Anyone who escapes from battle will be killed on the spot!"

As the female general finished speaking, a continuous barrage of bullets and crossbows immediately knocked down the pirates who were attacking the naval formation.

The pirates who originally wanted to escape suddenly stopped.

"No matter who it is, if you kill one knight, you will be rewarded with 500 gold coins; if you kill two knights, you will be rewarded with 1000 gold coins, and so on, there is no upper limit."

Seeing the hesitant pirates, Claudia's face darkened and she asked the first mate to pour the box of gold given to her by Drake on the ground:

"Everyone can claim the reward with his or her head wearing a knight's helmet. It will be distributed on the spot. There will be no default!"

Looking at the mountain of gold coins, the pirates went crazy.

The pirates are also divided into levels. Each time, after the captain, first mate, and second mate deduct their money, hundreds of gold coins are rewarded to ordinary pirates like them, which is only a dozen or twenty.

But things are different now. As long as you kill a knight, you can receive the reward with the head, and the captain and first mate cannot deduct their reward.

"Damn it, you did it, it's not just the knights, it's not like I haven't killed them before!"

"If I had known that these knights' heads were so valuable, I would have taken off all the knights' heads!"

"Why are you still standing there? Grab your head!"

After being stimulated by money, the originally demoralized pirates immediately started screaming and killing the Spray Knights.

Seeing the pirates and the Spray Knights fighting together, Claudia did not immediately lead people to join in. Instead, she began to order her subordinates to outflank them from both sides of the battlefield.

At this time, the suppression of quantity gradually became apparent.

With no impact and serious physical loss, it has become increasingly difficult for the Spray Knights to kill the pirates with one blow.

On the contrary, the large number of pirates and navy, relying on the advantage of firearms, began to eat away at the knights bit by bit.

Soon, there were only a dozen knights left around Desmond, still struggling to hold on.

"Lord Desmond, retreat!" Rektor held up his shield to help Desmond block the bullet, his chest rising and falling like a bellows.

"Rektor, take the others with you!" Glancing at the eight remaining horses, Desmond pointed to the bullet hole in his waist and sighed:

"At my age, I won't compete with you young people for a chance to live."

"The future of the Volantis family should ultimately be left to young people like you."

"Lord Desmond!" Rektor looked at Desmond's trousers that had been stained red, and he was immediately heartbroken.

"Go!" Desmond shouted angrily.

"Lord Desmond, may the gods of the sea and the spirits of the ancestors bless you!"