Watching the seemingly straight wall of fire and the seven or eight Imperial Knights howling in agony within the flas, Prince Kongdai squinted his eyes.
"Bertold, you take twenty lancers and pursue over the hill first, I'll take the rest to charge the third hill."
"Yes, Your Highness." Bertold didn't find it strange, and after the fire wall burned out, with a shout, he led 60 Knights charging toward the top of the hill.
About half a minute later, Prince Kongdai heard four thunderous booms, followed by the sound of war horses neighing.
The pungent sll of blood exploded, with broken limbs and blood flying from the hilltop and falling like rain on the Knights' helts.
The land near the horses' hooves suddenly kicked up clouds of dust as sothing hit it, startling the warhorses into repeatedly retreating and dodging.
Subsequently, under Prince Kongdai's somber gaze, a terrified warhorse appeared in everyone's view.
It limped, carrying the bloody-holed corpse of Bertold, the Titled Knight, as it galloped madly down the hill.
Bertold's face was marred with black spots and empty holes like leprosy, his mouth open as if he had seen sothing terrifying before he died.
"Devil, devil!"
"Run, the devil has appeared, the devil is in the world—"
The remaining Knights frantically dragged their battered bodies as they rushed down the hill, occasionally looking back as if fleeing from the jaws of a monstrous beast.
"What are you running for, you disgraceful things, bring them all back to !"
60 Knights climbed to the top of the hill, and when Prince Kongdai saw them again, only 33 remained.
What grieved him the most was that among the 27 dead Knights, 12 were Imperial Knights.
This had never happened before... what?
Looking at the gathered Imperial Knights, Prince Kongdai counted once, then again, not trusting his eyes, and then asked blankly, "Why are there only sixty-five Imperial Knights left?"
Actually, Prince Kongdai had launched the charge with 100 Imperial Knights, 100 Square Banner Knights, and 100 Squire Knights, but now only sixty-five Imperials, seventy-two Squares, and seventy-seven Squires were left.
A total loss of 86 Extraordinary Knights.
Thirty-five Imperial Knights, every year each cost him 20 to 30 gold pounds to train, and in the blink of an eye, they're just gone?
The Salvation Army's wounded and corpses left on this battlefield are estimated to only be over two hundred!
And definitely not more than two hundred fifty!
Just roughly calculating it, it's obvious that Prince Kongdai exchanged 86 Knights for a bit over 200 Salvation Army infantry, seemingly a good trade, but actually a huge loss.
If this continues, Horn with over 3000 n can trade off all of Prince Kongdai's Knights.
Not even needing 3000 n, if 2000 trade off more than 780 Knights, the remaining Imperial Knights, no matter how loyal, would risk their lives to flee.
Due to the hill's terrain, he couldn't chase the enemy to expand the battle results!
Due to the Salvation Army's strange devilish things, his Knights suffered significant damage.
That Devil's Wind doesn't discriminate, killing peasant rcenaries and Noble Knights alike.
"Damn the Devil's Wind." Prince Kongdai suddenly smashed the helt he held to the ground, this ti his charge was too rash.
The surrounding Knights were as silent as cicadas in cold weather, not daring to say a single word.
Watching the Salvation Army infantry gradually withdraw, Prince Kongdai's chest rose and fell violently.
He was even a bit confused, clearly, he was on the winning side, but how did it beco a loss?
And Griffin nervously stepped forward to Prince Kongdai, bracing himself and saluting.
"Griffin, you lead your n to continue the attack, I've already opened the path for you." The awakened Prince coldly said, looking at him icily, "Don't disappoint , I refuse to believe their magic power is limitless."
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