The night is long and it seems like there is no end in sight.

The black war horse with a white star forehead and sandalwood spurted white foam from its mouth, its ears were tightly pulled back, its long neck stretched forward, and its heart seemed to tear open its ribs and jump out of its chest.

Winters on the horse tried his best to steady his body, breathed desperately, and stepped deeply into the stirrups with his boots.

Every time a camp was broken, the number of people following him became fewer and fewer; every time he climbed a hillside, a rider would tilt his body and fall straight out of the saddle.

The sound of hoofbeats in my ears became thinner and thinner, while the roaring thunder ahead became more and more deafening.

Perhaps Winters still had a bit of a surprise advantage when he broke into the two campsites ahead.

But the further they went, the more prepared the Tertun people were. They already knew what happened through the mouths of those who escaped. Even if no one informed them, the sound of swords clashing had already reached their ears.

There are no more surprises or unprepared attacks, only head-to-head fights one after another.

The horse leaped up the hill, and hundreds of Terton cavalry suddenly appeared in front of Winters.

Heinrich followed Winters and ran to the top of the hill. The enemy cavalry spotted Winters' flag and galloped down the opposite hillside towards him.

There were no walls or trenches built in the Tertun people's camp, and holding on to it was tantamount to waiting for death. Some of the Cottas fled immediately, but the leader of the cavalry chose to take the initiative to fight.

Winters reined in his horse and took off his helmet.

The lining inside the helmet was sewn with cotton and silk, as if it had just been fished out of the water. The same was true for the war horse, with sweat dripping down from both sides of the horse's ribs, dripping to the ground.

He looked around and counted his men. There were only twenty-eight horses left, and almost all of them were wounded. Charles was not among them, nor was Tamas, and many of them were not among them.

There may be some people left behind, but they probably won't be able to catch up.

The short and fat representative and the tall and thin representative from Ox Hoof Valley were also among them. They were the only civilians left among the twenty-eight riders.

"You stay," Winters said to the short, fat representative and the tall, thin representative.

After saying that, he shook off the sweat from the pads a few times, buckled on the helmet, and set up the hooks.

The squat representative looked back over Winters' shoulder as the Terton cavalry dispersed and surged up the hillside like a wave.

His dry lips opened slightly, wanting to say something. But Winters had already drawn his saber and drove his horse down the hill.

The short, fat public opinion representative stared at Winters' back, suddenly raised his saber high, slashed hard at the horse's buttocks with the back of the saber, and galloped down the hill with gritted teeth.

The tall and thin public representative ran along in a daze, not even knowing where he had thrown his saber. It was not until he was the only one left on the hill that he regained consciousness as if he had just woken up from a dream.

A sense of joy surged into his heart, but it was followed by a great sense of shame.

He stood there for a long time, then suddenly shouted and rushed down the hillside with his horse. Before he could run out of the sand rope, he suddenly stopped the horse and finally failed to take another step forward. This son already had

The middle-aged man who gave birth to his son cried.

The distance between the two sides quickly shortened, and Winters focused on an enemy running at the front.

The man rode a tall maroon horse and brandished a scimitar, with a gold-encrusted scabbard swinging at his waist.

Not all Teltuns have swords, and the Teltuns with spears always rush in the front row. Winters uses this method to identify who is the leader of the Teltuns.

The Terton man also recognized Winters as a powerful enemy. He urged his horse to speed up and charge towards Winters.

The Teltun man lifted his butt off the saddle, tilted his upper body slightly, and raised his scimitar high.

Winters put his saber back on his shoulder and was also ready to go.

The cavalry only pass by each other for an instant. But in that instant, the power of man and horse will come together - not only your own, but also the enemy's.

If the angle of the stab is just wrong, the saber can fly out of the hand and the wrist can be dislocated.

In addition to what he learned in the military academy, Winters's riding combat skills come more from the actual combat experience and practice after leaving the ivory tower. He already has deep knowledge of the technique of riding and stabbing.

At the moment when they were separated, Winters and the Telton man swung their weapons at the same time.

Winters arrived first, and his saber hit the opponent's blade accurately. With just one blow, the Telton man's palms and arms were numb.

The Telton man's chest felt cold. He clutched the scimitar tightly and tried to turn his back to block. At the same time, he pulled the reins hard, trying to distance himself.

But it was already too late. The two sides missed each other by about half a horse's body. Winters' scimitar drew an arc and circled back above his head.

He stood with his stirrups on, stretched out his body and slashed hard at the opponent's back, while at the same time dragging the knife handle backwards.

A terrible gash was cut diagonally on the Natterton man's back, and he fell heavily from the saddle like a bag of lifeless flour.

Winters no longer paid attention to the man, and after a round of hedging, the two sides fought in a melee on the hillside.

His armor was particularly conspicuous, and the second and third Tertons rushed towards him without thinking.

Winters gave the second enemy a Split Technique, and the man's nose, ear canals, and eyes immediately gushed out with blood, and his body fell limply.

The third enemy did not realize what was happening and continued to urge his horse and thrust his spear towards Winters.

Winters used all his strength to tighten the reins and avoid the thrust that went straight to his heart.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the tip of the spear scraped across his left rib, leaving a slight dent on his breastplate.

Clamping the spear shaft with his left arm, Winters bent down towards the opponent's neck, which was wrapped in a leather neck protector, and slashed diagonally at the opponent's neck.

His saber had been curled, so the blow that should have been fatal was blocked by the hard leather neck guard. However, the opponent was still hit with black eyes from the force of the blunt blow.

When chopping didn't work, Winters plunged the blunted saber into the opponent's chest. He couldn't feel any emotion while doing this.

The opponent instinctively grasped the blade of the sword with both hands and fell from the saddle with a scream.

Winters let go and replaced the opponent's spear. It might be faster to kill the enemy with magic, but the night was far from over, and he had to save some magic power.

The Terton cavalry had already discovered that this soldier was so brave that no one dared to take the initiative to attack him again.

Winters saw a bunch of swaying red feathers in the melee. He held his spear, stabbed the horse's ribs, and charged straight towards the red feathers.

The Terdun people along the way were afraid to avoid it and gave in one after another.

The Hong Lingyu was shocked to realize that there was no one between him and the brave warrior, so he jumped on his horse and ran away without hesitation.

Seeing this scene, the Telton people's will was shaken, and they broke away from the melee and flew in all directions.

Winters urged the horse to continue the pursuit. At this moment, the black war horse with a white star and a tan forehead that he was riding let out a shrill cry.

The horse's front legs could no longer support its body. It fell to its knees with a "plop" and its chest slammed into the ground. Its body slid forward a short distance due to inertia, and the place where it contacted the ground immediately became bloody.

As if the earth suddenly collapsed, Winters sank first, and then was thrown out of the saddle.

The world was spinning, and he rolled several times before he stopped. A stream of heat flowed down his forehead and into his ears, and his skull was buzzing. His shoulders, arms, neck...everywhere hurt.

Winters struggled to get up. The horse fell to the ground, its mouth open, its hooves twitching slightly, looking at him with sad eyes, as if to say, "I can only go so far."

Hong Lingyu, who had already run some distance, was overjoyed when he saw Plato's warrior fall from his horse. Hong Lingyu shouted loudly and blew his whistle to order his troops to return.

Nearly half of the Telton cavalry who had fled also cheered up, turned their horses and came back to fight.

Winters leaned on his spear and trudged to the horse. He did not give the horse a name. His emotions were hidden under his helmet. No one knew whether he was crying, angry, sad or numb.

The battlefield does not need a person with emotions. Having emotions will make him appear weak. What the battlefield needs is a numb, ruthless killing machine wrapped in iron armor.

The surrounding Tiefeng County cavalry realized that Winters was in danger, abandoned the enemies in front of them, and rushed over to protect Winters regardless of their own safety.

Seeing this scene, the Telton people were even more convinced that the fallen soldier was a nobleman, and they beat the mount one after another desperately and charged at Winters.

The arrows flew with a shrieking sound, or fell into the soil, or hit the armor and bounced away.

Winters stopped looking at the horse. He held the spear tightly, put it on his knees, and with a strong force, broke the spear into two ends from the middle.

Hong Lingyu was still wondering why the other party broke the spear inexplicably, and then only saw something flashing past.

The pain came later than the sight, and Hong Lingyu felt a bone-crushing pain in his heart, as if a bone had hit his chest in a round shape.

Hong Lingyu also fell off his horse.

What the surrounding Tertun people saw was a different scene: after the soldier broke the spear, he threw the upper half with incredible power, knocking their Kota to the ground.

More hoofbeats were approaching from a distance - Charles, Tamas and others who were lagging behind were gradually arriving on the battlefield.

Nothing could hinder the defeat of the Teltuns. They crouched on their horses and fled from this dead land like frightened birds.

The last thing Hong Lingyu saw before losing consciousness was the soldier walking towards him holding the other half of his spear, speaking words he couldn't understand.

In fact, what Winters said was "It's just you and me now."

After defeating the powerful Telton centurions, Winters paused for a moment to gather up his stragglers.

Tamas brought Winters another maroon war horse.

"Stay the wounded." Winters put on his stirrups and said in a cold and clear voice: "Send a signal to the other side and ask them to come pick them up and clean the battlefield."

"yes."

The cavalry took a short rest, replaced their horses, and then attacked the enemy again.

…

Tiefeng County, Gervaudan, Mitchell Villa.

There were many iron pots set up in front of the house in Mitchell Villa, and something was cooking.

The inside of the house is almost turning into a tailor's shop, and the women are cutting the collected undyed linen and cotton into strips.

There were many clothes-drying poles set up behind the house, and strips of boiled cloth fluttered in the wind, like tassels on clothes.

Anna tied up her hair with a silk scarf like a married lady, combing everything inside and outside the courtyard - as well as three other "shops" of similar size.
To be continued...