Heart of the Castle

Chapter 156 From the Army of Viscount Lane's Castle
When the No. 1 cavalry rode out from the dense forest, most of the old and weak refugees had already entered behind the high wall of the camp, while hundreds of young and middle-aged refugees were standing scattered in the camp with sticks, sickles and other weapons. In front of the door, the last line of defense was formed.

Standing in front of them is a phalanx composed of 120 militiamen holding spears. Now the phalanx has changed into a row of 20 people. The road in front of the refugee camp is very tightly guarded. On both sides of the phalanx are refugees. Simple shacks built with branches and leaves, these shacks are not very effective in sheltering from wind and rain, but in terms of resisting the impact of cavalry, they can play an effect similar to antler fences.

A group of light cavalry rushed out of the dense forest. They held hammers, spears and long swords tightly in their hands. Their half-faced helmets were dotted with red-dyed feathers.However, after seeing the steel forest shining with cold light in front of them, the cavalry couldn't help shouting in surprise, and they all reined in, causing the mounts under their crotches to slow down immediately.

Even in the army of the Viscount Castle, it is difficult to see such a neat infantry phalanx, and the phalanx formed by a full 120 people seems quite thick and reliable.These infantrymen wore thick blue and white leather armor of the same pattern, with gleaming steel plates stitched to protect the vital parts.

More cavalry appeared from the dense forest, but for the gun forest ahead, these people obviously had no good way. They hesitated and huddled together in front of the dense forest, turning around in circles. The mounts snorted restlessly, while the above The cavalry did not perform well there either.

"Is this the troop under the trainee attendant? It looks quite good." An old voice sounded from behind the bewildered cavalrymen. The cavalry cheered reassuringly, and then steered the horses to separate to the left and right.

A majestic knight appeared at the end of the passage made by the cavalry, wearing a specially crafted silver armor, with a cluster of gorgeous peacock feathers fluttering high above the helmet shaped like a lion's head.There was a visor of the same material on the helmet, but it was not put down, but an old and majestic face was revealed.The sunlight fell on his silver armor, reflecting a dazzling silver light, making this knight look like a saint who descended from the sky.

Donald and Girard in front of the militia phalanx looked at each other, feeling guilty for a while.

"Grand Knight Commander Herbert..." Donna murmured, the palm of his hand holding the bear-headed battle ax felt a little slippery.This elderly Grand Knight Commander can be regarded as a prestigious figure in the Viscount of Ryan. Every adventurer and wandering knight knows his name, and expresses great respect for his firm belief and superb martial arts.Such a character is now standing on the opposite side of himself, which has brought quite heavy psychological pressure to Tang Na.

Girard's performance was not even as good as that of Donna. Before he inherited Knight Martin's armor and long sword, he was just the captain of a village's guard.Donna can still be afraid of a character like Grand Knight Commander Herbert, but Girard can only look up to him.If it weren't for the armor he inherited from Knight Martin, he would almost be unable to stand still.

The militiamen who formed the phalanx behind them seemed to be doing better. These country bumpkins who were still holding hoes and sickles a few months ago had never had the chance to see Herbert himself, so they were swayed by the whole body. The knight has nothing to fear.

More knights appeared at the edge of the forest, all wearing full metal armor, with cloaks fluttering behind them.With the appearance of these knights, the air around the refugee camp became heavy as if stagnant. Everyone's heart seemed to be crushed by a stone, and even breathing became difficult.

Knights are undoubtedly the most terrifying symbol of force. Although most people in the militia have been baptized in fierce battles with demons, they still couldn't help trembling when they saw a dozen or so armed knights appearing on the opposite side. His spear trembled slightly, and a mess of light appeared.

"This army is nothing more than that. See, the spears tremble, and they are afraid."

A particularly tall knight saw this scene and immediately made a mocking sound.

However, not many people agreed with his statement, and Herbert was one of them. The old knight shook his head slightly and said, "Knight Dragonson, take a closer look at the opposite side. There are no knights among those people. It is the most elite spear phalanx in the castle, can it do this in front of us?"

"No knights? Are you saying that no one has grasped the seeds of fighting spirit?" The tall and tall Knight Dragoons laughed, his eyes flashing with fierce fighting spirit. "Lord Herbert, you may have been a bit distracted this time. The big man with the battle ax is probably stronger than the average knight, and his physical strength looks quite impressive."

"It seems that the other party really has a guy with good strength to make Lord Dragosson, who is famous for his strength, say that he has considerable strength." A knight wearing a full-face helmet came over, with a little Said in a flattering tone.

However, Dragunson ignored him. Instead, he lightly clamped the abdomen of the mount, making the horse take two steps forward, away from the knight.

Although the expression on the knight's face was blocked by the full-face helmet, it could be seen from his slightly trembling body and suddenly clenched fists that his hatred for Dragunson was already very obvious.

Knight Templeton coughed lightly, patted the knight wearing a full-face helmet with his hands, and pouted his mouth behind him.

"Pammy, you're not even a quasi-knight. A man as proud as Lord Dragongson won't show you good looks." Templeton's words made Pammy's body stiffen, and then she calmed down.

"Yes, Lord Templeton, I see."

The spear phalanx on the opposite side suddenly parted from the middle, and two burly men in full metal armor strode out from the phalanx, holding upright blue two-handed swords in their hands. The clang of metal clashing.Behind the two crusader swordsmen is Miss Fraser, who is also wearing knight armor but looks petite. Although this female knight wears a long sword at her waist, it has been arranged so that it can be shot at any time. Angle.

Herbert's eyes flickered for a moment, and all three of them glowed faintly with grudges, apparently having reached the level of dissipating grudges.And although I have 8 knights on my side, only myself and the high-ranking knight Dragosson are the only ones who can reach the stage of dissipating fighting spirit. Among the remaining five knights, there are three who are almost certain to stand on the side of Lee. dimension side.

"Even if we fight, I'm afraid there is no chance of winning!" Grand Knight Commander Herbert thought bitterly, and then he cast his sharp eyes on the person who walked last.

It seems that this person is very young, no more than 16 years old at most, and there is still the childish taste unique to teenagers.And unlike the other three, this person was not wearing heavy knight armor, but light armor, which made him move very neatly.

A sharp light flashed in Herbert's eyes.

From this young man, he could clearly see strands of silver-white dou-qi light, which is the characteristic of a knight who is about to reach the level of dissipating dou-qi, and this kind of dou-qi is no stranger to him.

This is the sacrificial vindictiveness of Grand Knight Commander Martin!
(End of this chapter)