Darkness enveloped the mountains, but the blazing flames made the battlefield as bright as day, like a football field brightly lit at night.

Roger sent people to call back the retreating slaves. He felt that there was no need to escape now.

Together with the slaves on the wall, he watched the game across the fire field, like fans with a clear stand in the stands.

Roger was in a happy mood and even wanted to eat a melon.

The Norman knights had already killed through the bandits' team. They rushed to the edge of the battlefield and stopped in front of a forest full of shrubs.

Some bandits collapsed, gave themselves red cards, and ran away crying.

No one paid attention to the wailing wounded on the field. No ambulancemen showed up with stretchers. They could only struggle beside the broken limbs in the mud soaked in blood.

Danny directed the knights to turn their horses and line up again.

This time they formed a wedge formation.

Danny and another knight were tied in the first row. The two horses were not close together.

The three knights at the back were in a row, staggered with the front row, and the horses' heads were almost leaning against the hips of the horses in the front row.

The four in the back are in a row, also staggered with the front row,

The next two rows are also staggered with the front row, and each row has one more person than the previous row.

There were not enough people in the last row, so they simply fell behind, like substitutes.

The third boss is also reorganizing the bandit team, and the promises he makes are enough to make any club owner collapse.

But he finally gathered the bandits who could still fight.

The bandits formed a loose circular formation.

Maybe it can't be called a formation, it's just a gathering with the three masters as the center.

Roger noticed that in terms of numbers, there were still far more bandits than Danny, and he couldn't help but feel worried.

He really wanted to go out and help, but the fire scene that once gave him a sense of security has now become an obstacle.

The bandits began to follow the third leader and chant slogans, and then the slogans turned into insults.

They waved their weapons and cursed all kinds of curses, which seemed to arouse their bloodshed.

Roger noticed that some bandits had red eyes and were eager to try.

Danny did not launch an attack, they seemed to be still resting, waiting for their physical strength to recover.

Roger was anxious. He felt that Danny had missed a good opportunity.

He thought that he should just go all out and take advantage of the bandits' confusion to attack repeatedly.

He didn't know what Danny was waiting for until he saw several fleeing bandits running back from the mountain road crying.

Behind these bandits were a group of Norman guards on foot.

The bandit who was running slowly was stabbed through with a spear by the guard who was catching up.

A luxurious carriage followed.

Roger saw Mu Tieyi sitting in front with the driver.

The foot guards quickly formed a horizontal line, two lines in front and one in front.

The guards and cavalry faced each other, sandwiching the bandits in the middle, like an anvil and a hammer, with a pustule in the middle.

It's just that the pustule in the middle is really too big.

In comparison, the number of Normans was still too small.

The luxurious carriage and several guards ran all the way to the fire scene until the horses refused to go any further.

Mu Tieyi stood in the car and saluted Roger. There was nothing wrong with her respectful gesture, but it was a bit out of place in this environment. Roger waved to him.

The guard column began to advance.

They first walked quickly, then trotted, and then charged with guns drawn as they approached.

The moment before engaging the enemy, they all shouted "Ha!" and the first row of iron spears stabbed out neatly.

The bandit on the edge of the pustule suddenly became bloody.

This breaks the pustule, and pus and blood gush out from the breach.

Roger saw the bandits rushing toward the guards crazily. There was no room for space in the dense crowd, and Wu Yaya pressed forward one by one.

The first row of guards immediately moved to defense with shields in hand.

They shrank their heads and used half of their bodies to hold their shields.

Their round shields are connected to each other like a wall, and the tips of their spears poke out against the lower edge of the shields, like the iron spikes on the wall to guard against burglars.

The bandits' eyes were red, they were shouting wildly, holding various weapons, slashing and chopping, and smashing their shields with a loud "bang bang" sound, like logging.

Roger saw several iron spears spitting messages like venomous snakes. As they stretched and retracted, bandits fell down.

But more of the guards were just holding on, unable to move, and were like heavy loads in the wind under the fierce attack of bandits.

Fortunately, the back row guards came up. Their shields pressed against the backs of the front row teammates to provide support.

The guard in the second row raised his gun backhand and poked it from the shoulder of his teammate in the front row. He didn't even look at it, but just stabbed it repeatedly.

Many bandits who had no way to retreat fell down with their faces covered in blood, and the accomplices who sent them to a dead end were picked up and stabbed by the people behind them.

There were many bandits, so some people surrounded him from both sides.

Roger watched as the round pustule turned into a Pac-Man with its mouth wide open, seeming to swallow the guards in one bite.

The bandits' heads were shaking, blocking Roger's view from time to time.

Roger saw the guards as if they were rocks in the waves, appearing and disappearing.

He gripped the sword anxiously, unable to do anything.

Danny moved.

The knights running in a wedge formation were like a speedboat sailing into a sea of ​​bandits.

White waves rose against the edge of the speedboat, which was the Norman sword shining with cold light.

Then heads rolled down, severed limbs flew everywhere, screams were made, and blood splashed everywhere.

"Won!"

Roger jumped up excitedly. He believed that the bandits were about to collapse under this attack.

"Kill! Kill for me!"

A female voice, as loud as a trumpet and as melodious as a nightingale's call, sounded, which shocked Roger's heart.

A group of people rushed out on the mountain road, led by a bearded Arab wielding a knife.

"Assad! Amira! Why are they here?!"

Roger didn't have time to think clearly about this problem. He watched the group of Arabs swinging their swords into the ranks of the guards from behind.

A big wave swallowed up the reef, and Roger lost sight of the guard.

A petite figure fell behind the Arab team. She shouted: "Follow me and kill Roger!"

Amyra rushed towards the luxury carriage to kill.

No Arab followed her.

Roger listened to the Arab warriors shouting "Revenge!" and "Kill all these scum!" as they were busy hacking and slashing at the bandits.

They didn't seem to hear Amyra's order, they just started killing the bandits.

Assad stopped fighting. He turned his horse's head but was squeezed out by his companions.

So Assad abandoned his horse.

He jumped up and stepped on his companion's horse to jump out of the battle group, and he chased after Amyra.

Amyra was stopped by the guards guarding the carriage.

Assad caught up and shared the pressure with her.

Amyra ordered: "Stop them for me!"

So Assad challenged all the guards alone, and soon he was covered in red.

Amyra rode her horse straight towards the lonely carriage.

Mu Tieyi turned over and ran into the shadow under the car.

The groom tried to stop him, but was chopped down by Amyra.

Amyra jumped onto the carriage, pulled down the door curtain, and stabbed "Roger" inside.
Chapter completed!