"Swoosh~~~~." The archer shot arrows in the direction of Billis, but the arrows shot from this single bow had limited softness and lethality, not to mention that the orders ordered not to directly shoot Billis were even more timid.

"Damn stupid thing, you actually shoot arrows." Billis stretched out his strong arm, grabbed a Slavic warrior who was fighting against him, and pointed his back in the direction of the arrow. The Slavic warrior screamed and was shot several arrows behind him.

"Be careful, Lord Billis." Harvey hooked the back of an enemy's neck with the short sword seized in his hand, and then the long sword in his other hand pierced the opponent's abdomen. She also carefully covered the enemy's body to prevent being shot by the archer, and turned herself and the captured enemy, so that the spears of the surrounding enemies would be blocked.

"Master Harvey, woo." A blood droplet that had been following Harvey was shot in the chest by an arrow. Although it was not immediately killed on the spot, it could be said that he had been sentenced to death in an era without surgical conditions. After being shot, the blood droplet knew that he could not survive. This instead aroused the bloody nature of a Jedi counterattack. He roared and waved the sword in his hand and broke into the Slav crowd. The unique sword technique of the Germans caused a bloody storm.

"It's really damn, we'll die here." Billis couldn't help but regret his reckless decision. As expected, it was impossible to break through with such a few people. The final result must be either caught or killed.

"Enter them." The chief warrior seemed to understand this. He planned to take advantage of the number of people to put Billis and others in a heavy siege. Seeing Harvey and Billis about to fall into a battle of people, strange horse hooves and neighing sounds came from behind the Slavs.

"Grey Rule~~~~." A knight wearing a bottle-shaped iron helmet gradually appeared from the gentle slope behind them. The knight held a long carriage rifle and his body was bumping with the advance of the war horse. The armor made a rustling sound, and the white shirt and horse suits covering the armor were particularly eye-catching.

"Well, what is this?" The chief warrior turned around. He was surprised to see the monster-like knight behind him. The knight stopped a hundred steps away from them, as if observing something. One knight after another in the same outfit also appeared beside him.

"Grazi~~~~." Suddenly, the knight seemed to have confirmed something. He slammed his powerful legs hard on the horse's belly. The war horse spread its four hooves and ran away like a conditioned reflex in pain. The knight shouted and put down the long rifle in his hand flat, and then clamped the tail of the rifle firmly under his armpits. The other knights also did the same movements. Although they were only a dozen, they gave people the feeling of thousands of troops rushing towards the earth in the fierce charge.

"Ah~~~." The Slavic warriors saw such a fierce knight charging. They couldn't help but retreat, with a pale look on their faces. Although the Slavs were also a nation with strong temperament, this devilish-like knight team appeared from their backs unexpectedly, and no one would feel caught off guard.

"Don't run, come back, spearmen form a defense, damn it." The chief warrior shouted loudly and stopped his escaped subordinates. He grabbed everyone by his side, pushed and shoved, barely forming a thin line of defense. But many Slavs looked at the cold-glowed bottle-style helmet and the white dazzling white hooded horse-dressing, and their legs were shaking.

"For honor~~~." The knight's charge was so fast and fierce that the horse rifle stabbed straight into the Slav's defense line. The war horse in a horse suit, carrying the Teutonic knights, cut the butter like a hot knife, and cut the front of the one hundred Slavs. The Slav, who was stabbed by the carifle rifle, immediately stood up and died like a rag doll.

"The warriors fight hard, and the gods are watching us." The chief warrior looked at the scattered formation, and the Slav's rage was aroused. He waved the sword in his hand and shouted fiercely at the tribal warriors beside him, and rushed towards the Teutonic knights first.

"Abandon the carriage and fight hand-to-hand combat." The Teutonic Knights threw away the heavy carriage and pulled out the mace they hung on their waists without fear. The front ball of the mace created countless sharp spikes. The knights held the mace and waved hard around the war horses. The Slavs who were hit by the mace brought flesh and blood on the face, and blood splattered on the horses of the war horses under the Teutonic Knights.

"Oh woo ~~~." On one side were the honorary Teutonic Knights who were eager to make contributions, and on the other side were the Slavs who dominated the Baltic Sea and the Eastern Territory for many years. The equally strong warriors on both sides fought together on the northern land of Watergast. Although the number of honorary Teutonic Knights was very small, their daily rigorous training finally reached the moment of their performance. Whether it was physical strength or tacit cooperation between brothers, they fought to defeat Slavs. What's more, what Kang Tuoyi sent was not his most elite troops, but just ordinary tribal warriors used to intercept and search for defeated soldiers.

"Oh, Lord Kangtaoyi." The chief warrior fought against a honorary Teutonic Knight who jumped off his horse, but the Teutonic Knight's armor was really exquisite. Although the chief warrior's sword stabbed Teutonic Knight's chest, it did not pierce the armor. Instead, he was stabbed in his abdomen and legs. He couldn't help but kneel down on the muddy ground.

"Hmph." The defeated Teutonic Knight held the sword in both hands and turned to the back of the chief warrior. He raised the sword in his hand and slashed it quickly. With a blunt sound of the sword chopping into the flesh, the chief warrior's head fell down, and his body, which had lost his head, fell to the ground like half a wooden stake.

"Escape quickly." Seeing the death of the chief warrior, the remaining Slavic warriors could not help but be afraid. These Teutonic knights were not afraid of the attack of the simple weapons in their hands. This was like they could only watch others attack themselves but could not fight back. In addition, the death of the leader, a team of hundreds of people dropped dozens of corpses and dispersed.
Chapter completed!