The ground rumbled and trembled, and the cavalry on both sides raised their weapons silently.
Arturia looked quietly at the approaching enemy, raising the sword of the King of Knights diagonally in both hands.
"United Legion Charge!"
"drink!"
The Merlot Knights shouted in unison.
A faint blue light curtain enveloped the entire knights. This is the difference between knights and cavalry, the combined shield of fighting spirit.
When Ferhat saw this scene, his expression changed slightly, because he was about to face more than two thousand knights, and there were only less than a thousand knights around him, and the rest were all cavalry.
Judging from the costume, he should be the Knights of the Kingdom of Cleveland.
"Joint Assault!"
Under Ferhat's roar, the elite heavy-armored knights of the Ottoman Kingdom slowly formed a red combined shield of fighting spirit.
Red and blue collided together, but the expected close match did not happen.
The Merlot Knights' devastating offensive has swept across the entire battlefield.
Ferhat looked at his subordinates who were overwhelmed with astonishment.
The scimitar in his hand also slashed at a knight. The opponent was at most a high-level knight, but he was not killed by his sword.
On the one hand, it is the defensive power of the shield produced by the combination of fighting spirit, and on the other hand, it is the terrifying defensive power of their armor.
"What kind of armor is this?" Ferhat's face changed slightly.
The heavily armored knights from both sides collided with each other. Many fell to the ground, and many more were crushed into a pulp by their comrades in the rear.
The Grand Knight Commander serves as the arrow in front, blessing the entire army with fighting spirit and power.
The knight wearing red armor and a horned helmet burst out with red light and rushed towards Ferhat. Ferhat recognized at a glance that the opponent must be the commanding knight of the knights. Not to be outdone, he rushed towards the opponent, as long as he
Kill the opponent and the enemy's knight will collapse.
Mordred looked at Ferhat, who was slashing several Merlot knights in front of him, and couldn't help but have a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.
Artoria also noticed Ferhat.
Mordred took the lead, and she followed closely behind, completely hiding behind Mordred with perfect riding skills, so that Ferhat, who was charging, did not notice that there was someone behind Mordred.
"In the name of my rebellion."
Boom!
Ferhat was almost struck to death by a sword, and he raised his shield to resist at the critical moment. However, when he took down his shield, he happened to see a blue figure appear in front of him, and the blue sword flashed across like a meteor.
Then Ferhat felt that the world was spinning.
He did not see his body, but he knew very well that when he died, the vanguard army was finished.
After the first wave of attacks, there were less than 2,000 people left in the Ottoman Kingdom, and nearly 100 people in the Merlot Knights at any time. This was a bloody massacre.
Almost all the heavily armored knights who served as arrows perished, and no one survived.
The neat steps of a large number of infantrymen sounded, and nearly ten thousand infantrymen slowly walked towards the battlefield.
The remaining Oster cavalry glanced around. On the left and right flanks were the long-awaited crossbowmen. Sharp arrows were already aimed at them. The Merlot Knights at the rear were changing direction and preparing to charge again.
Ferhat has long since disappeared. In a charge of this level, even the Grand Knight Commander cannot escape silently, so there is only one end for him.
That is, he was hacked to death by the enemy while charging.
The remaining few thousand cavalry commanders looked at each other. They did not choose to surrender, but charged against Mero's elite infantry with determination to die.
If they attack from the Merlot crossbowmen on both sides, they may still have a chance to break out of the encirclement.
It's a pity that they faced the most elite infantry of the Mero Army, not to mention the heavily armored guards behind them.
Merlot's elite infantry quickly formed a formation, and the heavily armored guards behind them began to accelerate.
The final charge of the Ottoman cavalry failed to break through the formation of Mero's elite infantry. The distance was too short to form a charging formation.
Then they cut off the swarming heavily armored guards in two, and they fought it out. In the end, Mero's elite infantry only captured less than 500 heads, and Diego was so angry that he jumped to his feet.
"Le Anning, can you please stop grabbing people's heads?"
Leanning wiped the blood on his big sword and said indifferently.
"What does it mean to steal someone's head? It's your fault. It's your fault."
Aslan saw that the soldiers who were already cleaning the battlefield were relieved. He turned around and asked with a smile.
"Everyone, what do you think of the combat effectiveness of my army?"
Faced with Aslan's demonstration, Germain was the first to stand up.
"The army under your lord's command is unparalleled in the world!"
"Haha!" Aslan couldn't help laughing.
The other tribal chiefs followed suit and flattered the leader, making Belmode and Gareth look pale.
Soon, Cu Chulainn came back, holding a head in his hand, which belonged to the swordsman instructor he was fighting against. The armor on his body was still spotless, which showed his strong fighting ability.
After about a few minutes, Clayton also came back. He was also carrying a human head, but he was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, he was not injured. From now on, it was enough to prove that Clayton was ranked second in strength among the mentor-level experts.
Above average level.
Ilaiya slowly descended from the sky with the air magic brigade, and all thirty-six magicians returned.
"You have done a good job! This battle will be a great achievement for you." Aslan said boldly.
"Thank you Lord Lord!"
Everyone returned to the big tent again, and Gareth was the first to bow his head and choose to surrender.
Belmode wanted to say something more, but Andre made the choice first.
Almost everyone has surrendered. If Belmode continues to resist, there is no guarantee that Aslan will not kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, so as to facilitate his future rule in the Changfeng Plain.
"Lord! We are willing to surrender." Andre said helplessly.
"Andre, you?" Belmode was immediately dissatisfied. Just as he was about to speak, Cu Chulainn kicked him out of the tent, causing him to lie on the ground and vomit blood.
"For Leanning's sake, otherwise you would have died long ago." Cu Chulainn said coldly.
As for Belmod, he will die sooner or later. As long as you continue to be so stubborn and stubborn against Aslan, you will definitely die.
In order to completely rule the barbarian clan, only one clan leader can survive between Leanning and Belmod. If Belmod is ignorant, Aslan doesn't mind letting him die inexplicably.
Aslan has already explained this to Merlin, and Merlin also promised to take charge of this matter.
"Since you have no objections, let's divide the land and build the town according to the above." Aslan asked Vesta to divide up the planning book prepared in advance.
Aslan doesn't care whether they understand it or not, he just needs to let these guys understand the next plan.
As for the Beifeng Prairie, he will not care about it for the time being. The Beifeng Prairie was even worse in the previous life than it is now. All Aslan has to do is to ensure their food transportation channels.