The two groups of knights approached suddenly, and then, amidst the spurting of light red and milky white fighting spirit, the two groups of knights collided fiercely.
boom--
In an instant, it was shocking.
"Kill--"
Raven crossed the hand-width Sword of Mercy and slapped it hard with the side of the sword. The knight on his right who exuded a light red fighting spirit fell off his horse on the spot, and there was a crisp crackling sound on his back.
The physical fitness of a great knight and the fighting spirit of a great knight are still too weak for Raven.
An incredible brilliance flashed in the eyes of the great knight. This kind of power belongs to the knight captain!
It's over, it's completely over...
The leading knight hit the ground hard, then his back sank, his vision went dark, and he lost all consciousness.
Death is also a kind of escape and relief for him.
The two teams of knights crossed each other, and five or six knights fell off their horses on the spot.
The opponent's strength is not as strong as they imagined. It is not equipped with one main rider and two auxiliary cavalry, but one with multiple auxiliary cavalry.
That's right, the viscount comes from the earldom, and the equipment for the knights is of course based on the equipment of the earldom.
For other viscounts and even barons, a knight is a rare elite, and a high knight is a rare talent under his command.
Turning back, the knights turned around hundreds of meters away. The horses beat their hooves, snorted, and charged towards the enemy on the opposite side again.
Rumble, rumble——
The sound like thunder sounded again, and the two teams of knights charged again.
The knights on the opposite side have no leader, and this will be a deadly battle.
But for them, there is still a chance of survival in a frontal charge. Breaking through the blockade and escaping is the best way.
If we escape directly like this, there will be fewer casualties, but the ropes will also be separated and cut off one by one.
In the knight team, several knights briefly communicated and rushed towards Raven Knight and the others.
"kill--"
This time, several more people fell off their horses. These were all knights from the opposite side. There were still five cavalrymen on our side, but eight or nine of them were chased away by the other side.
The rest were either lying on the ground without breathing, or they were still breathing and humming on the ground.
Raven pushed up his helmet, looked at the cavalry who had gone away, and did not pursue them again.
"You two, return to the territory quickly and tell the lord that someone is attacking here. You must report the truth about the battle."
"Yes, Lord Raven." A knight and attendant patted his chest towards Raven, held the blood-stained cross sword in his hand without sheathing it, and drove his horse towards the distance.
"You two, go and see the enemy. Pull back those who are not dead, and let the civilians drag away the dead." Raven looked at the remaining knight and attendant and ordered them.
"Okay." The two of them got off their horses and went to see if the enemies were still breathing and alive.
Raven looked at the two fallen knight attendants. He silently turned over and dismounted, looked left and right, then patted the chest of one of the attendants and pressed down hard.
A broken back is a fatal injury caused when falling from a horse.
He sighed softly, and sent the compassion and fighting energy deep into his spinal cord. The majestic life energy repaired his broken surface under Raven's will, and then guided his body back to a viable state.
This condition must be close to the hand, the body must be kept intact after death, and the death time should not exceed one hour. Only when these two conditions are met can the resurrection technique of resurrecting the deceased be called limited resurrection technique.
The kind that ordinary people can't learn.
"Uh-"
Not long after, the corpse beneath him gradually began to beat, and the heart began to beat vigorously, with the vitality of life.
"Knight Raven?" The attendant was still a little confused. He struggled to stand up from the ground, but was grinning from the pain behind him.
"An Xin, your body is injured and you need a period of rest." Raven said gently, patted his shoulder and encouraged him, "You performed very well just now, but courage alone is not enough.
You still need to hold the sword a little tighter."
The attendant's eyes exuded gratitude, and he thanked Raven, "Thank you, thank you, Knight Raven."
"You're welcome." Raven straightened up and helped him up so that he could lean back more comfortably.
Then, he looked at the other attendant who fell to the ground.
His condition was much more difficult. His stomach was cut open and his internal organs were about to flow out. But luckily, he landed well and landed on a withered haystack, showing signs of life.
Raven also squatted down and used milky-white compassion and fighting energy to heal the attendant's body. The fighting energy condensed into threads shuttled back and forth across his abdomen, cleaning up the big holes, and then pricked out dense milky-white lines like sewing.
Close his belly.
Although he can heal his wounds completely, he cannot easily do this with his current level of fighting spirit.
Besides, he doesn't want to get to that point. Pain is the biggest catalyst for a person's growth.
When a knight can truly be fearless after falling off his horse several times and being injured several times, then he is a mature cavalryman.
"Quick, here, drag them all in, war horses, war horses, move away, hurry, hurry, hurry."
When the civilians arrived, a few brave ones ran at the front. Two or three people dragged the body of a foreign knight together, or grabbed a few horses that had not yet run away, and pulled them towards the shack.
Then, they looked at Raven and the knights with awe and admiration. They also saw the battle just now. Although they couldn't see clearly in the dark, Raven's milky white fighting spirit was the best target.
Look, all those who fell on the ground were enemies. With the strength of seven knights, seven or eight knights were left behind, but there was no death on our side.
——————
"Who are you?"
"Where are you from?"
"Why come here?"
Drowsy and depressed, the great knight shook his heavy head, and then heard the words in his ear.
What's this?
He thought in confusion, what seemed to have happened just now, and why he couldn't remember it.
"Which lord's knight are you?"
Lord? Knight? I remembered...
The great knight's eyes dimmed, and the crisis of death was still lingering in front of his eyes and in his mind.
He was captured, but what about the others? Did anyone escape?
How many casualties were there? This feeling of knowing nothing is worse than the pain and despair of dying.
He had already pledged his allegiance to his lord, and had taken off all his iconic items before coming. As long as a great knight decided not to speak out, even beating him to death would be of no use.
The Viscount was very angry and irritable, but he was also very happy.
If Knight Raven hadn't been here, I'm afraid he would have sacrificed the lives of dozens of civilians and destroyed a knight squad.