The Dark Knight George Verill's broad mind is also understandable: just relying on the dark forest can isolate small groups of soldiers, let alone one hundred and fifty years, any lord has not had the courage to approach, and the dark soldiers are more elite than ordinary soldiers, the dark knights are more elite than ordinary knights.

  Time passed quickly, and the sky brightened. The Dark Knight George Verill gazed at the light with some distaste - they did not fear sunlight, but it would weaken their powers to a certain extent.

  Just then, the sound of horse's hooves came from outside the thick fog. George Verill looked out in some surprise, unable to think who it might be coming at this hour.

  "Whoa!" Under the attack of a sharp arrow, the Dark Knight was caught off guard and quickly dodged, but soon after, a blood flower bloomed on his shoulder - he had been shot.

  "Enemy attack!" George Verill let out a hoarse shout, but almost simultaneously, several sharp whistles pierced the air, and a hail of arrows poured into the unprepared soldiers, instantly producing muffled thuds as they tore through flesh. Four soldiers were hit on the spot, crying out in agony on the ground.

  "Prepare for battle!" George Verill drew out the arrow, blood splashing, followed by intense pain, which actually made him feel an unparalleled relief.

  Another war has broken out, his bloodthirsty heart is boiling over.

  Under the blow, the Dark Legion quickly demonstrated their extremely high military quality, and soon they stabilized the morale of the army, confirming the direction of the attack - a large number of dark soldiers emerged from behind, nearly a hundred people.

  The sharp trumpet sounded, the second wave of arrow rain fell among the soldiers, and four more soldiers fell. An arrow pierced the head of a soldier in front of George Verille, splashing blood and brains on his face. At this time, his attendant led over his warhorse, he grinned and mounted quickly and neatly.

  "Form up, concentrate, and charge outward!" George Verill bellowed, his command taking effect as the ten cavalrymen behind him charged forward, with the dark soldiers following close behind.

  Although there were only over 90 people, the collective charge's battle cry shook the sky, and all the dark soldiers' eyes turned red. Here, no one could withstand the crushing of the Dark Legion.

  George Verily led the charge, all arrows were deflected or simply not blocked, letting them break on the solid parts of his helmet and armor. He had already seen clearly that there were twenty-one riders in front of him, including one knight. Seeing such a charge, the enemy tried to retreat.

  Don't think about escaping, George Verill thought, urging his horse forward in hot pursuit.

  The fog thinned out with the arrival of sunlight, and the enemy cavalry was clearly visible, desperately galloping away. As they turned over a hill valley, George Verill looked back and felt that the dark soldiers behind had opened up some distance.

  But he was confident that even if his side had only ten riders, they could still catch up with and crush the twenty-one riders of miscellaneous troops, because on their own horses, they were slightly better than the other side's on average, and the fighting was also higher - this has long been proven by the wars of past dynasties.

  The excruciating pain in his shoulders made him lean forward on his horse, savoring the fierce wind and the slaughter that was sure to come.

  As they rode through the gorge, suddenly a loud rumbling noise was heard from behind. This sound instantly awakened George Verelst, who reined in his horse and turned around to see that the dark soldiers far behind them were being surrounded in the gorge, with rocks and logs rolling down from the hills and arrows flying.

  Cries of agony and wails didn't even have a chance to be the first sounds, as the instantaneous impact caused the canyon to reverberate with continuous dull thuds of bodies colliding, and crisp cracking sounds of bones shattering. In that instant, over thirty dark soldiers had already fallen into darkness.

  Wait a little longer, the painful cries and moans came, the hills were full of footsteps, concentrated gaze, on a slope, there were nearly two hundred people, after being attacked by stones, wood, and arrows, followed by organized and concentrated attacks on lone dark soldiers, suddenly, continuous fighting sounds, sharp swords piercing flesh, even heavy war hammers crushing bones, dull thuds separating bodies...

  George didn't spur his horse to rescue him but instead looked ahead where twenty-one riders were slowly galloping towards them.

  "Knight, state your name! I am Sir George Villiers, Dark Knight of Earl Bryman!"

  "I am Sir Hannay, Knight of the Hereditary Baronetcy of Eli Lycok, it's an honor to meet you!" The first knight rode forward on horseback.

  "Wasn't it Hannett who killed Alec Craig and Ian Maddigan all those years ago?" George Verill asked, seemingly oblivious to the carnage behind him, his tone as calm as if the screams had nothing to do with him.

  Fang Xin secretly admired these dark knights, each of whom was an extraordinary warrior, having experienced many battles, calm in the face of life and death, unmoved by external things.

  "Now add one more, George Verill!" Fang drew his sword. Although he had compared and found that even without using the Jade Intent, his current swordsmanship could already rival the Dark Knight's, but why bother?

  The fourth star of Jade Ruyi has been opened, possessing the power of wind, which will surely bring even greater power.

  Fang Xin immediately launched a charge, and almost simultaneously, the enemy also launched a charge, with the second row of cavalry rapidly closing in.

  "Wind's blessing, speed's blessing!" A targeted and effortless power that not only reduces the consumption of merit, but also enhances its effect. Compared to the previous method of burning merit, the loss is reduced by half and the effect is doubled!

  In an instant, one of Fang Xin's horses became lighter, and its speed suddenly increased by a fold. Fang Xin let out a loud roar, and in the same moment, his long sword slashed down. This clearly exceeded George Verille's judgment. In fact, it was precisely because of his experience in numerous battles that he had been killed. He had always been leisurely preparing himself, waiting for the moment when the charge would collide to unleash his greatest strength. But now...

  Blood splattered, a powerful impact cut off George Verill's head, Fang Xin saw his flying head in the air, with an expression of complete disbelief on his face, and a dazed look in his eyes.

  The horses continued to charge, George Warrington's body fell down, trampled by the hooves of the horses behind him, blood and flesh splashing everywhere, spraying onto all the people and horses rushing past...

  With the momentum of the horse and the power of the jade pendant, the long sword drew three long marks in the air, and three dark knights fell from the sky, followed by a charge of cavalry behind.

  The result of the charge was that seven men of the Black Cavalry fell, while two men from Fang's side fell and another two were wounded but did not fall off their horses.

  It's not Dark Knight's fault, it's just that a certain sharp edge is too strong.

  Fang Xin's helmet was also chopped open, revealing a bloody wound. Fang Xin stopped and pressed his own team, then turned his horse around and continued the second charge. This time it was just him charging alone, but the result was still very intense. The two opponents fell off their horses, leaving only one remaining.

  A lone enemy rider, clearly wounded, gasping for breath, turned around and launched a final charge.

  "What a good warrior!" Fang Xin's eyes became profound, he didn't say anything else, but also launched a charge at the same time, his long sword flashed and beheaded him.

  "Hurry up and bind all the warriors, don't let them bleed too much. And bring out the wine to sprinkle on their wounds, understand? Fang Xin immediately ordered, these were his elite forces: "Also, for those who have fallen to the ground but are not yet dead, add one more sword!"

  The order was immediately executed, and twenty-one of our riders were killed on the spot, one died, and three were injured, one of whom was seriously injured.

  An uninjured attendant came forward, removing Fang Xin's helmet and armor, his eyes began to fill with reverence, not only because of Fang Xin's bravery, but also because of the background behind him - in the canyon above, all the dark soldiers had been killed, and the cheers of their own side shook the sky.