On the high slope.

Looking at the group of knights gradually fading away, the remaining people all had inexplicably strange smiles on their faces.

"Dad, those three stupid guys really rushed over with more than thirty knights."

Earl Lauziz's eldest son said in his father's ear with a smirk.

"I don't know how long they can last. It's almost a quarter of an hour. Dad, when should we charge?" The second son, who has a fanatical love for war, his blood boiled all over his body, and he was a little eager to try.

"Don't worry, we'll move when they die!" Earl Lauziz said in a cold tone.

"What a pity. I heard that Edward was the first knight in the Kingdom. I really wanted to kill him with my own hands. Unexpectedly, such a good thing fell on the heads of those northerners." Earl Lauzits' third son sighed with regret.

"Hey, they didn't seem to rush into the Yankees' military formation!"

A sudden exclaim came from the nobles.

"No! Lord Earl, this group of damn things didn't fight with those damn guys. They entered the damn guys' military formation and they rebelled!"

"Sir Earl, those traitors and the Northern men are coming to us!"

The sudden change in the battlefield caused everyone to fall into riots. Earl Lauziz's face turned white and blue. Looking at the military formation that was rushing towards him like a tide, he had to draw out the long sword from his waist and shouted angrily: "Listen to my orders and charge me!"

"Yes, Lord Earl!"

Hearing the order, the crowd of people who were somewhat panicked responded and quickly returned to their respective positions. They hurriedly rectified the panic and messy teams that had become sudden changes. After the team was rectified, the Yankee Legion opposite began to accelerate and run, was already within reach.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

"Ah!" "Kill!" "My hand!" "Run!..."

Amid the roar, the two armies collided violently.

Screams were everywhere, blood was storming, and limbs were splattering.

In the center of the battlefield, a handsome blonde knight wearing silver steel armor and holding a sharp sword was riding a tall horse and killing the enemy!

"Is this a knight war with a horse racing to take the enemy's head among thousands of troops?"

A sword cut off the head of a knight opposite like lightning, and the blood squirted down on the white cloak behind him. Zhou Ming, who had not blinked his eyes, did not count deliberately. This was the eighth or ninth knight he had killed. He was just enjoying this kind of speed, power, moves, and reaction collision, and instantly took away the life of others.

A feeling of a strong man.

A feeling of dominating the fate of others.

He likes it very much.

"Edward, don't be arrogant, I'll meet you!"

Behind the battlefield, when Zhou Ming saw his powerful martial arts knights, like cutting melons and vegetables, killing them quickly within three or five moves, and getting closer to the core of his army. The soldiers who resisted him were like stubborn stones and could not get close to him. Rauziz's eldest son was anxious. If this guy rushed into the command core in the rear, the Southern Army, which was not in an advantage, would probably be completely collapsed in this battle.

"Oh~ It's Mr. Uritz, it's just right here!"

When he saw this old friend who often brought his two younger brothers to "bully" him when he was a child, Zhou Ming felt happy and his body tilted slightly, avoiding the extremely fast sword that was cut from the opposite side. When his heavy sword cuts empty, a clear gap appeared on his upper body, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up, and a nearly transparent afterimage passed through the gap between Uritz's neck.

thump!

The next moment, Uritz, whose heavy sword fell to the ground, held his neck desperately with both hands, and his eyes widened and fell to the ground.

"Brother!" "Brother!!"

Seeing this scene, Uritz's two younger brothers were shattering. The two brothers, who were very sad and angry, held their long swords and urged the war horses like crazy, roaring, attacking Zhou Ming at the same time, one left and one right at the same time.

"Clang!"

Blocked a long sword and turned sideways to the attack on the side. Zhou Ming found that there were many gaps on his brothers' bodies in the corner of his eyes. He cut off the right arm of one person on the left with one sword, then swung his hand and blinded the eyeballs of one person on the right. When the two brothers covered their wounds and screamed, they brushed two more swords and cut off two heads, ending their pain.

"ah!!"

"You beast, I'll fight you!"

In the blink of an eye, he saw his three sons die under Zhou Ming's sword one after another, and the thunder hit hard. Earl Lauziz, who had completely lost his mind, no longer cared about the desperate dissuasion of the guards beside him. His eyes were red and he rushed towards him, trying to use the sword in his hand to tear the bastard to pieces.

But how could Count Lauziz, who is nearly 60 years old and has no physical strength at its peak, be the opponent of Zhou Ming at the peak of his force? After more than ten rounds, the sword in his hand was shot down, and the person was kicked off by Zhou Ming, and was soon captured by the men brought by William.

"The Earl was captured!" "The Earl was captured!"

The supreme commander fell into the enemy's hands, and the voice of "the count was captured" resounded throughout the battlefield. The morale of the southern army plummeted. The farmers fled all over the mountains and fields. Mercenaries threw down their weapons and surrendered. A small number of knights who fought stubbornly were killed.

There was a small episode in the middle. Baron Garcia, who was originally behind the military formation, saw that the situation of his army was not good. After seeing that the fighting spirit was deteriorated by money over the years, he only wanted to escape back to his castle. However, because he was too fat, Baron Garcia's war horse accidentally stepped into a muddy grass and fell into the mud. After the war horse lost its balance, he shouted and fell heavily to the ground.

Baron Garcia, who was injured in the fallen horse, was soon surrounded by several Northland cavalrymen who had caught up with him.

"Don't step on it, don't step on it. I have a lot of gold coins, and I have a lot of gold coins in my castle!"

Baron Garcia, lying on the ground, begged for mercy desperately, hoping to exchange his gold coins for his life.

However, there was still a war horse with a weight of nearly one ton, with the knight's armor, raised its horse's hooves and stepped on it.

"ah!!"

Looking at the horse's hooves that were deeply buried in his chest, Baron Garcia spat out a mouthful of blood and died unwillingly.

...

In the battle, known as "1,000 horses", the slightest price of the Earl Merlin in the North, lost less than 20 knights, and achieved a brilliant victory in killing 174 knights of the Earl Rhodes, and capturing 64 noble knights, including Count Lauzits. For a time, the Earl Merlin in the North became famous, and the South, which suffered heavy losses, had to swallow the bitter fruit and lick the wounds behind their backs.
Chapter completed!