A group of people rushed past, and the following troops arrived again.

  Behind the five hundred iron fortresses, nearly a thousand soldiers with bows and arrows appeared, constantly shooting fire arrows into the camp, the flames grew larger and larger, the two walls of fire on both sides of the gate slowly but steadily spread, once these two walls of fire converged, all the knights in the camp would have no way to survive.

  Innumerable Caesarians realized the situation and launched a final charge against the 500 Han soldiers with reckless abandon. However, the crowded masses and the gradually shrinking space made it impossible for their horses to gain enough momentum or powerful impact. Which army could compare to the Black Flag Army in terms of strength and offense and defense?

  A deadly silence began to spread among the cavalrymen of Caesar, their eyes dull and unable to gather a strong fighting force.

  However, at this time,

  "He who believes in me... shall have eternal life..."

  An ancient voice suddenly echoed in the golden night sky.

  "He who believes in me... shall have eternal life..."

  The voices of over a hundred people sounded like one person, loud and high-pitched.

  "The Lord says... all who believe in me and fight for me will return to my bosom..."

  The Caesarians in the camp were excited, and the knights' eyes, which had been filled with darkness and despair, reignited their desire for life. They forgot about the raging fire around them and shouted in unison: "The Lord says... whoever believes in me and fights for me will return to my bosom..."

  "The Master says... Loyalty, courage and honor are with us."

  Old Harry's tall figure appeared at the rear of the camp, behind him were hundreds of Temple Knights with red eyes, looking like they were in a frenzy.

  The old man raised his large sword high in his hand and swung it forward, the war horse under his crotch let out a long whinny, spread its four hooves, and ran forward.

  Behind the old man, a hundred Temple Knights followed closely.

  Even before Bancroft burst into camp, Harry had sensed that something was off.

  Those fleeing Han people seemed to be in a state of utter chaos, but their goal was very clear, that is, to run out of the camp.

  Although their clothes were disheveled, although they had lost their helmets and armor, although they looked utterly wretched, yet their boots remained tightly tied to their feet, not a single one of them having come loose.

  At that time, Harry knew something was wrong, but the subsequent changes happened too quickly, and he didn't have any time to issue any warnings.

  In an instant, the entire camp had turned into a sea of flames, and the appearance of the Black Flag Army made him feel like he was falling into an ice pit. The strength and ferocity of the Black Flag Army were absolutely unprecedented in his lifetime.

  If things continue like this, then over 10,000 elite Caesars will be buried together.

  At this moment, there was only one team by Harry's side, a team of just over a hundred people. But it was this very team that gave him unparalleled confidence and glory, for their name was - the Knights of the Temple.

  The first to come into contact with them were the more than a thousand Dragon City city defense troops who were shot at by Yugo's cold arrows on the outskirts.

  The contrast in strength was clear at a glance, the Temple Knights' warriors swept through like a gust of wind, and all the city guards who stood in their way were crushed into pieces by those Temple Knights who had already fallen into a state of semi-madness.

  The knights did not stop; they accelerated their pace and charged heavily against that thick, hard, moving fortress.

  The greatest weakness of the Black Flag Army was exposed in this battle, that is, the inflexibility of its command system. The 500-strong Black Flag Army faced the Caesar cavalry in front of them who were struggling desperately.

  Their reaction was half a beat too slow for the powerful enemy who suddenly appeared behind them.

  Solid walls and swift reactions, this is a difficult choice. Since the Black Flag Army chose the former, they had the unparalleled solid armor of the world, so their flexibility must have been greatly affected.

  Moreover, their commander was just an ordinary Blood Wine Warrior who only knew how to obey orders.

  Over a hundred warhorses fiercely charged into the rear of the Black Flag Army, and the powerful impact was clearly not something that human strength could withstand, even if they were the mighty Black Flag Army.

  The tremendous impact brought by the galloping war horse is absolutely not trivial. That fatal impact is enough to make people's limbs shatter and break, a terrible sight to behold. Even a master like Hai Feng wouldn't dare to have close contact with hundreds of fierce horses head-on.

  If there's someone who can be trampled by a galloping warhorse and yet remain nonchalant, it would probably be Qin Yong, the humanoid violent dragon that even the Sect Master couldn't defeat.

  It's just that the five hundred Black Flag Army here are not Qin Yong, nor are they the so-called number one invincible warrior in the world.

  Facing the black-clad steel armor, holding a strange knife, like the god of death harvesting lives, the Black Flag Army. Even the notorious Caesar's Fourth Legion couldn't help but feel intimidated.

  However, the Temple Knights who were chanting hymns in their mouths seemed to be unaware of this, and they launched the fastest attack as if they were attacking ordinary people.

  The sudden and powerful impact left the warriors in the back row unprepared, one by one being knocked down by the galloping war horses, turning into rolling pumpkins.

  However, the full-body armor on the Black Flag Army, which was forged with expensive gold coins, is not just for show. While it looks aesthetically pleasing, its unparalleled defensive capabilities are the real reason why Jiang Kungming adopted them.

  The force was mutual, and at the same time that they crashed into the copper wall and iron fort-like Black Flag Army, the first batch of horses had already broken their tendons and bones, dying on the spot.

  The Temple Knights who had lost their horses got up from the ground, their eyes fixed on the gap that was slowly closing. They chanted loudly in unison, as if possessed of infinite power, and suddenly charged to the rear of the Black Flag Army soldiers in the front row, embracing them with all their might.

  The highest commander in charge of commanding these five hundred people was Lin Changkong, one of the six first-rate masters in the Black Flag Army.

  His experience in the jianghu was unparalleled, but that set of skills put here was completely mismatched. Facing this batch of enemies who were equally fearless and unafraid to die, he mechanically issued the command to kill.

  The troops of the Black Flag Army were in disarray. No matter how good an army is, without a brilliant commander and an effective command system, it can only be a mob.

  The soldiers who were knocked down wanted to get up, but when they got up, they found that their position had been lost.

  "Charge!" Bancroft yelled, leading the way through the breach in the temple made by the warriors, his personal troops close behind. In this moment of chaos, hundreds of people took advantage of the confusion and rushed out of the wide gap.

  "This idiot."

  Jiang Kongming put down his binoculars on the high slope, cursing with a scowl.

  The loyalty of the Black Flag Army is beyond doubt, absolutely the best in the world. However, it's precisely this damned absolute loyalty that makes it impossible for anyone else to command this troop.

  Only blood wine warriors can be selected as commanders.

  However, after several twists and turns, Jiang Kongming had to admit that among the tens of thousands of Blood Wine Warriors, those with outstanding leadership skills were indeed rare, and could be counted on one's fingers.

  Ordinary blood warriors are just a group of war machines that only know how to obey orders, sacrificing their lives to fight and kill. It's not difficult to make them execute specific commands, but there isn't one who can adapt to changing circumstances.

  Just like Lin Changkong now, once caught in a pincer attack, he was at a loss. At this time, the Blood Wine Warriors were all relying on their own combat instincts to engage in a life-and-death struggle. They didn't show any teamwork spirit of unity and mutual assistance at all.

  If they weren't the Black Flag Army with their overwhelming power, they would have been annihilated on the battlefield long ago.

  As for those who are growing, only Zhebie and Liming Tang can go on stage, while Monkey Boy, Qin Yong and others don't have to be expected. Let them take charge of the army, the only consequence is a dark smoke, getting worse and worse.

  "General, shouldn't it be about time?" Xu Haifeng asked in a low voice from the side.

  Jiang Kongming sighed deeply and said, "Yes, Bancroft has escaped, so it's almost over. Master, are you really going to go there yourself?"

  He nodded slightly and said, "Five thousand cavalry, only you and I can control them with ease. If I don't go, will you?"

  Jiang Kung-ming helplessly said: "The student is not good at archery and horse riding, that's indeed helpless."

  Even if it were Zhebie and Liming Hall, asking them to command five thousand troops in war would be an excessive demand. In the Black Flag Army, only Xu Haifeng and Jiang Kongming can do this.

  With a light wave of his hand, a swift arrow shot straight into the sky, although far from being as powerful as Chebi's Heaven-Opening Bow, it was still loud enough to be heard by all on this battlefield.

  "Fire the arrow."

  Apart from Hei Qi's Black Flag Army, the only ones who ambushed and attacked Caesar's men this time were the 3,000-strong city defense troops. Under Zhang Fu Sen's leadership, they did a good job of luring the enemy and setting fires.

  They just kept their rockets under good control, none of them fell within dozens of yards in front of the tents.

  At this moment, under the command of Xu Haifeng, hundreds of rockets that had been ready to be launched suddenly shot towards the crowded area.

  It was as if adding fuel to the fire, the new flames spread rapidly, and with just a small two-wheeled rocket, the firewall here had completely sealed off the last gap.

  Inside the camp, the cries and shouts were mournful and shrill. From time to time, a knight would dash out from the wall of flames, but the person who came out was already engulfed in a huge fire. After rushing out, they would roll around on the ground in agony, until they turned into a charred black corpse.

  In less than half a watch, the Fourth Legion of Caesar's men had lost nearly all their proud Iron Riders.

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