"A loud boom", a large cloud of yellow smoke suddenly appeared in the distance, rapidly spreading and forming a fog. The charging dark soldiers rushed in, and with just one breath, they let out a mournful scream. This poisonous gas created by the wizard was extremely potent, although not fatal, but as soon as you took a breath, your lungs would ache severely, making it difficult to breathe, taking effect very quickly.

  "The third batch of arrow rain poured down, and in an instant, a large area of piercing sounds entered the flesh."

  Fang Xin drew his sword and reined in his horse, while behind him twenty knights with sixty cavalrymen stood at attention, all wearing heavy armor, lowering their visors, and drawing their long swords.

  The fourth wave of arrow rain poured down, the yellow smoke began to disperse, Fang Xin took a deep breath, and in front of him was a scene from hell, with people groaning and struggling everywhere, and he couldn't help but shudder.

  But this feeling was only a flash in the pan, as Fang Xin spurred his horse's belly and charged forward, instantly producing an earth-shaking sound of horseshoes, while almost simultaneously, the opposing cavalry also came to their senses and regrouped from their massive losses, counter-charging.

  The iron hooves of the two armies shook the earth rapidly, and wherever they went, the soldiers struggling on the ground were immediately trampled into pulp, their blood and flesh blurred together, all accompanied by a whistling wind.

  A loud "clang" sound, echoed in all directions. In an instant, the opponent's head flew out, and Fang Xin could see that his pupils had enlarged in an instant, filled with fear and incredulity.

  Second, the long sword thrust into the front body, with the powerful charging force of the horse, the blade almost unimpededly cut open the leather armor, deep into the skin and flesh, instantly brushing past, splashing blood beads in the back like a fountain.

  A large patch of fresh blood also splashed onto his back, wetting a large area of his armor, as if by instinct, the long sword tilted slightly to one side, and again brought down the third cavalryman who was about to brush past him.

  And with that, sparks flew everywhere on Fang Xin's armor, the hard iron plate was torn open, revealing a gap, tearing through his skin, and several drops of fresh blood seeped out. Suddenly, everything in front of him went blank, and his field of vision suddenly opened up.

  At this time, the fog seemed to disperse, and white clouds floated in the sky. The grassland and forest opposite were dotted with wildflowers, bringing a peaceful atmosphere...

  In an instant, a sinister aura suddenly rushed over, Fang Xin's heart sank abruptly, and the golden light of his back plate armor flashed. A steel arrow, crafted with precision, pierced through the armor and into his flesh. Suddenly, waves of piercing pain shot into his mind.

  In just a flash of insight, he understood that this was the hand of his own knight, and it was a crossbow, only a crossbow, that possessed such strong piercing power.

  In an instant, pain, confusion, and enlightenment all came to him at once. He couldn't help but curl up, his whole body trembling. But just another moment later, Fang Xin suddenly woke up again. He let out a loud roar, turned over and grabbed the arrow, which was now broken in two.

  The long arrow broke, the sudden pain made him even more awake. After a moment of shock, he suddenly opened his eyes, turned around to rein in the horse and continued charging towards the dark legion.

  The second charge, with the knights continuing to pursue from behind, broke through any organized resistance.

  On a high ground, Fang Xin calmly took out his horn and began to blow it.

  The knights behind him panted, a brief charge had consumed a lot of physical strength, but when they raised their eyes, they couldn't help but shudder.

  These are a pair of profound eyes like the ocean, yet revealing a clear and cold chill.

  The cavalry had no privilege of rest, and after a brief respite, they again charged into the battlefield for a fierce fight.

  At this time, the bugle sounded in all directions, and 900 infantrymen began to charge, sweeping away the scattered and chaotic dark soldiers. It was like watching a movie, one soldier after another fighting on the battlefield, and quickly falling down.

  He put down the horn, Fang Xin held a long sword in his hand, quietly watching, calm and composed. For a while, the place where the knights were located was in a state of silence until Isadore Haggarty came to break this brief silence.

  "Sir, we have won."

  "Yes, we won. Your magic is truly powerful." Fang Xinqian smiled humbly and gazed at the mage in front of him.

  "This isn't my doing, milord. After six days of maneuvering and constant division, drawing the enemy's divisions apart, using one unit to draw out an enemy detachment while concentrating a large force for encirclement. Tactically, your deployment was simple yet effective: first harassment, then a single volley of arrows covering, followed by my magic striking in the second wave, then the knights' charge, and fourth, the advantageous forces' encirclement - swift, deadly, unrelenting, and continuous strikes!"

  Isidore Hager grasped his staff with one hand and said, "You are the most excellent knight I have ever seen, excelling in both strategy and tactics."

  But it's still not excellent, Fang Xin thought, and he turned his gaze to the battlefield where a man, a team, caught his attention - that was his newly formed personal guard, led by Casey, who was fighting hard, grinning, and enjoying himself.

  Just then, Pamol's apprentice knight led five cavalrymen on horseback and exclaimed: "Sir, you are injured!"

  As she spoke, she wanted to help him dismount and remove his helmet and armor.

  Fang Xin shook his head, indicating that it was not necessary. The arrow on his back, although in a fatal position, had the golden light of merit and virtue temporarily strengthening his armor plate, and did not penetrate too deeply. It seemed frightening, but actually only broke through the flesh by an inch or so. At this time, he had to endure.

  In waiting, time also flows away. Finally, under the strike of cavalry and nine hundred infantrymen, as well as two hundred archers, the last batch of dark soldiers was surrounded.

  It was a small mound of earth, no more than ten meters high, with seven or eight dark soldiers leaning against it, their long swords now red, and their bodies covered in wounds.

  An apprentice knight raises his hand high and then slams it down heavily.

  In an instant, dozens of arrows covered the small mound. The leader of the dark team opposite, did not make a sound, as one arrow pierced his neck and came out the other side. He fell to the ground without making a sound, with fresh blood bubbling up and pouring down - at the same time, five soldiers also fell to the ground.

  In the middle was a soldier, who seemed to have lost all fear, holding the military flag, with an arrow in his body, but he did not fall. At this time, four soldiers rushed up from all sides to this small mound...

  Four long swords were raised at the same time, and this soldier did not resist in the slightest, standing upright, his expression remaining indifferent, allowing the four long swords to cut through his body until he could no longer stand, crashing down with a loud thud.

  "Sir!" Casey came up excitedly as the fight ended.

  "Your place is by my side, not on the battlefield!" Fang Xin said coldly without any reward.

  Cassie was taken aback for a moment, but Parmol's apprentice knight immediately understood and instinctively gripped the long sword in his hand.

  "I'm giving you a task now, set off immediately and find Badak, lead the troops he's leading to converge with us, then we'll annihilate them together. Got it? If you don't complete this mission, there's no need for you to come back." Fang said coldly.

  Bardock's apprentice knights command the camp, their mission is to lure in the enemy's vanguard.

  "Understood, milord. Don't worry, in the wilderness, no one can surpass us. I will quickly find Sir Badeck and convey your orders." Caseyton raised his head and saw the wound on Fang Xin's back. He wasn't a fool, although he didn't know what had happened, it was clear that this was a dereliction of duty by the Imperial Guard - for now, he said nothing, just loudly promising.

  At this moment, on the battlefield, everyone woke up, looking at the corpses all over the field, realizing that they had won a great victory again, and suddenly let out a deafening cheer. Hearing this cheer, Fang Xin finally relaxed, turned over and got off his horse.