The billowing torrent rushed out of the ancient channel and lined up on the plains of the Eastern County Territory.
The Mamluks, both man and horse in heavy armor, were in the front, and the Sarande riders were behind. The desert bandits with slightly crude equipment held short javelins and spread out on both wings, and then rumbled and started their offensive rhythm.
The horseshoes bursting, and the galloping of three thousand cavalry, made the ground seem to be shaking, like an earthquake.
The pikemen of the dark red sect retreated in horror.
No one stopped.
Even the demon cultists who were originally the supervisor team were retreating.
In other words, this so-called retreat, it is more appropriate to call it a rout. They panicked and did not dare to resist the cavalry group that was at least three times larger than their own. They did not dare!
It's completely instant.
The dense formation of pikemen can indeed restrain the cavalry.
But it is only relatively speaking, if the number of cavalry is extremely large, exceeding the number of infantry on your own side, then even this so-called phalanx of spears can only turn into a tortoise shell that is beaten in vain in the end, and it will collapse sooner or later. The way the cavalry charged did not even reach the achievement of stepping stones.
Wanting to face the charge of 3,000 cavalry, as if the earth was shaking and a landslide, countless horseshoes beating the ground, roaring like a torrent of thunder, the infantry who is not psychologically in place cannot calm down.
At the very least, these spearmen of the Dark Red Sect could not remain calm.
They are nothing more than alternative mercenaries for money.
Although they are also spearmen trained by Fort Aviles, it does not mean that they are willing to pledge allegiance to the Dark Red Sect, and are willing to sacrifice their lives for this terrifying sect unconditionally.
Just last month.
They still don't know that the real master of Death Penalty Mountain is the Dark Red Sect.
Originally, they were trained by Fort Aviles and stationed at Death Penalty Mountain, nominally to prevent the invasion of the North County and South County Territories, and to serve as a reserve team to resist the invasion of the Silver Plate Kingdom.
As for the demon sect and the dark red sect, they don't have much idea at all.
It doesn't matter.
After all, it is money to do things.
Or protect your own homeland and the East County Territory.
As the aborigines here, of course they have a mellow love for their homeland.
But unexpectedly, in less than a month, Viscount Gibran, who had lost an arm, came to Death Penalty Mountain, and the Dark Red Sect, which was once secretly preaching, became the mainstream.
The whole world seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes, and dark red believers with terrifying power also appeared on the death penalty mountain.
Stronger than these trained pikemen!
Then nothing happened to them.
All were driven away.
But they didn't let them go, but came to the foot of the mountain to take charge of the garrison and became the outer line of defense. They were led by their middle and high-level commanders, but in fact, they didn't know when these commanders became believers of the Dark Red Sect .
The only ones who were blinded were the soldiers at the bottom, waiting in a daze at a loss.
Then came the present.
Then he was strangled by Kant's cavalry on the way to flee.
Pieces of corpses appeared on the east side of the small river next to it, and on the Reese Niston River not far away, there were more than a dozen large transport ships, which hurriedly opened their sails and fled down the river.
Even those on the shore who hadn't had time to board the boat ignored it.
Just a moment.
Thousands of pikemen of the dark red sect were wiped out.
There are more than 400 quick-witted people who threw away their weapons, knelt on their knees and raised their hands, and chose to surrender without daring to move. They looked extremely respectful, but they could tell from the trembling appearance that they Terrified.
But they are indeed safe, no one cares about them.
War horses passed by them.
Scimitars and spears flickered across their heads.
The severe chill made their backs ooze with cold sweat, but fortunately, their surrender also brought them temporary safety, and they were not slaughtered.
Crowds of cavalry stopped their charge on the bank of the Reese Niston River.
Behind them are the corpses of those who dared to resist.
And those broken soldiers who knelt on their knees and chose to surrender.
One by one, the desert bandits tied up the surrendered soldiers with hemp ropes. Next, there were new labor forces in the salt mines deep in the Nalun Desert, which could be used to mine coarse salt.
Since the last time the undead invaded and all the slaves who picked salt died, the production had not been able to increase.
It is too expensive to use the system farmer.
It's better to be slaves. These captives are very docile, especially when faced with the threat of death, they can often break out a very high level of labor. In order to survive, these guys will do anything.
Of course, this so-called survival also means that they surrendered to Kant.
Being a captive and a slave has no dignity at all.
"Take them all down!"
Rolf also rode over.
Followed by the elite desert bandits covered in blood and everyone wounded.
Looking at these captives, his expression was extremely embarrassing, and he even whipped those members of the Dark Red Sect with a horsewhip, pointing at those guys with red eyes but still fearful, and said viciously: "As for these believers, Don't keep them all, kill them all, they are not good things!"
"No! We surrender! Don't kill us! We surrender!"
The believers of the Dark Red Sect suddenly cried.
But no one cares.
A few desert robbers dismounted their horses, raised their scimitars, and then slashed down fiercely.
The members of the Dark Red Sect had their heads cut off one after another, and their heads were rolled on the ground like a ball, blood spurted out of their necks, and they fell to the ground convulsingly, completely dead.
The group of followers of the Dark Red Sect whose hands were tied with thick hemp ropes had no ability to resist at all.
But there are exceptions.
Just when an elite desert bandit came to a burly believer.
The believer exploded instantly. Although his whole body was bound by the hemp rope, a force broke the hemp rope directly, picked up a long sword on the ground next to him, and pierced the elite desert bandit through his chest.
A mass of bloody flames erupted from his whole body, and he rushed towards the Reese Niston River with his figure.
A great knight with extraordinary strength!
But he is fast.
The two figures in the rear that also erupted with bloody arrogance were even faster!
The Sarion Lion Knight rode his horse and rushed over, the knight sword in his hand aimed directly at the big knight's back. Before he could react, he was chopped into two pieces by the powerful knight sword, and his corpse separate.
Rolf narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the desert bandit elite who fell to the ground with a little regret.
But there was also a bit of relief in his eyes.
Because of the dead.
It was the commander of the dark red sect who led troops to attack them!
(end of this chapter)