In front of us, there were the corpses of three hundred dark soldiers, and the corpses of two hundred noble soldiers, and the liquid of blood, which had been frozen and solidified. The busy soldiers and tenants stripped the corpses of clothes and armor and burned them. Yes, burned them - in deep into the dark zone, the corpses were traditionally burned and buried to eliminate the invasion of evil forces.

Fang Xin was very interested in this. He stared at these busy figures in his cold eyes, and the thirty personal guards dispersed and formed in formations in a faint manner. This would prevent all possible attacks. A little further away, it would be camping. Three hundred and fifty people were killed in battle about fifty, but the rest were already accustomed to group battles, and with the victory, their weapons and equipment were enriched.

A little further away is a castle. The castle is completely different from a manor. The castle is a defensive fortress with solid stone buildings. The stone walls are surrounded by trenches, and suspension bridges and gates protect the only gate of the castle.

The round arrow tower shot down the arrow, and the catapult was desperately hitting a city wall, where nearly a thousand noble troops were.

Fang Xin's eyes flashed. At this time, no one was looking directly at his eyes, otherwise he would see contempt, cold, and almost conceited confidence in his eyes. Since he was hit by the hidden arrow last time, Fang Xin certainly understood the key. Not only did he transfer back to camp, but he also directly transferred down with the reason of camping attacks and the reason of not being good at siege, and let the noble army attack the castle.

So what if he did it with a knife and it was obvious? He is still the commander now, and his two big victories have stabilized his position. The implementation of power and strategy has always relied on power rather than on Yin.

However, eight hundred dark soldiers were eliminated in the wild, and there were only one hundred remaining soldiers in the castle. Otherwise, the noble army would not agree to attack the castle. Therefore, the battle of the castle was coming to an end. Sure enough, there was not much time. A cavalry came and faced the cavalry coming. He looked calmly, estimating the casualties of the noble army.

"Sir, our army has broken through the castle!"

"How many casualties are our army?"

"One hundred and fifty casualties in our army." The cavalry replied, "There are about one hundred people who died in battle."

Fang Xin narrowed his eyes slightly. He had obtained the most valuable information. When he set off, the noble army sent about 1,300 troops, and the non-naturally reduced the number of troops in the wild. After two battles, he lost another 300. This time he lost another 100, and now he only had about 800.

Of course, there are about 700 noble troops behind it, but unless the transfer is clean and no one is left in the territory, there are at most about 300 people who can be mobilized.

Three hundred to one thousand? Fang Xin estimated the proportion of the army, and was begging all over the place, but did not see Master Isador Hagerty, and he couldn't help but sneer: "Tell me my order, the whole army enters the castle, and summons it to the square."

"Is it a convening order?"

Knight Ike Bost was turning over and dismounting, removing the blood-stained armor from his body. Hearing this order, he couldn't help but stop and look at Knight Imokin Busy.

Seeing his eyes, Imokin Busy sneered and said, "Let's go there first and see what this savior has to say."

Imokin Busy's reaction, Ike Bost was not surprised. The rule of the nobles was deeply rooted. As knights, they were rarely promoted from the free people, and most of them were noble families or branches. Therefore, they were actually core members, and they naturally understood the above meaning, or at least some of them.

Although Hannet is indeed very powerful, it is not enough to let them sell the interests of the family.

"Almost every knight knows that the Dark Legion has lost 1,300 people, and the main force has been eliminated. Now it is time to take advantage of the victory to attack. It doesn't seem to matter whether there is this savior or not. I think our lord should be ready to set off after receiving the news."

"What you said makes sense, so we need to prepare!"

"Hanit freeman, Hanit Knight, Sir Hanit, Hanit Savior, maybe we should call him Hanit Saint, right? A great and martyred saint!" Ike Boster looked at his companion and said cruelly: "What a pity, my arrow didn't shoot him to death last time! His luck was really good."

"He is the martyr of fate, and we are the darlings of fate. The gods will sprinkle storms to attack our enemies and hand over the victory to our hands." At this point, Imojin Busy glanced over: "But your last action was too early. I think all the lords will not like you to act like you, although I also want to kill this leading man."

"Oh, my friend, I always feel that this person should not be allowed to continue. Of course, the lord's opinion is correct. Let's let him live for a few more days!"

At this time, Clemensi Kiworth came over, and both knights kept silent and accelerated their steps. The knights' circle was very small, so everyone's reaction and psychology basically understood that this middle-aged knight was very silent and didn't speak much, but his movements and eyes were equally sharp and sharp - his martial arts should not be underestimated, and he believed in Hannett very much, especially after winning consecutive victories.

Only the knights who fought repeatedly can understand that this is not too fierce fighting, or the luck in it.

Before they knew it, the Knights were also split into two camps.

When they arrived at the square, thousands of excited soldiers were talking loudly, and they were excited by victory.

On the high platform in the center, the knights can naturally go up, and the knights are relatively silent, looking at each other, surrounding a strange atmosphere.

The only four seats naturally belong to two big men and two magicians, and the others can only stand on both sides.

Suddenly, a loud horn sounded, and suddenly, almost every soldier stood straight and stopped talking. Sure enough, Fang Xin, wearing knight's armor, came over, his body stained with blood, but he shone with dazzling light in the sun.

And behind, thirty personal soldiers followed closely behind.

"It's time for the savior to appear." Fang Xin stepped up, and Yu Ruyi was shocked suddenly, and his spiritual power expanded to the entire platform. On the platform, almost all the knights felt this unique extraordinary momentum in an instant. I don't know which knight was the first to bend down to salute, and the other knights couldn't help but bend down and bow, as if they were facing the highest lord.

Fang Xin didn't look at the Knights at all, his eyes swept across the audience, and the audience suddenly became silent.

"I believe that everyone already knows me that I was born in a tenant family, and my ancestors fought for five generations. My father and my grandfather all died in a battle every ten years. I was only ten years old at that time. You can imagine the difficulties of my family at that time."

There was a commotion off the court, and everyone was forced to recall the painful past.

"When I first experienced a battle, I was twenty years old, and the baron sent me to convey the orders. At that time, I believe everyone still remembered that along the way, I killed a dark knight alone, destroyed ten soldiers, and was able to enthrone the apprentice knights. Later, with three cavalry, they wiped out the dark army that invaded a village."

"Sir, I am the survivor of the village back then. Our whole village thanks you. Without you, we would not have lived now." Speaking of this, a soldier bravely stood up in the square.
Chapter completed!