"Come on..." The aged voice of Captain Harry echoed in Bancroft's ears.

  He turned his head and glanced at the camp that had been completely surrounded by flames, gritted his teeth, and the Legion Commander roared loudly: "Go..."

  The remaining hundreds of personal soldiers shouted in unison, mounted their horses and fled in the direction they came from. There, they still had 30,000 brothers rushing over quickly, and they still had a chance to turn the tables.

  Old Harry raised his knife overhead, his whiskers bristling, and shouted loudly: "The master is with me..."

  On the ground, the crazy temple knights were engaged in a desperate struggle with the apathetic black flag army. Due to the huge gap in equipment, their blades could not cut through the enemy's hard armor. A knight simply threw away his long knife and pulled out a dagger from his boot, fiercely stabbing it towards the enemy's eyes.

  His movements were sharp and swift, his blows more ruthless and precise, one hit must kill.

  However, the most bizarre thing on the battlefield happened at this moment. The black flag soldier dodged too late, and although he stretched out his hand with great effort, he was still stabbed in the eye by him, tearing through the eyelid, and suddenly blood splattered everywhere, with one eyeball even protruding outside the eye socket, looking incredibly frightened.

  It was as if he had never felt that kind of heart-wrenching pain.

  He tightly grasped the other's wrist, and in his one remaining eye, there was still a dead fish-like color devoid of any vitality.

  From the moment of his birth, he was bathed in the glory of divine grace, and the knight's faith was his fearless pillar. But today, the knight's face finally changed, for what he encountered was a monster that could not be called human.

  "The Lord is with me..." The voice of old Hare echoed in his ears.

  The knight's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly burst into loud chanting, his face surging with courage and confidence once again. Yes, his life, his glory, and everything of his had already been dedicated to the almighty Lord, who was with him.

  Two men rolled on the ground, rolling in the muddy land. The only thought left in their minds was to kill each other.

  Whether it was strength or endurance, the knights were far inferior to the Black Flag Army, who seemed to know no fatigue. However, they fearlessly charged forward and engaged in a final struggle with these demons.

  "Ah..." a loud shout, filled with an unregretful determination.

  The knight tightly hugged that soldier, using the last of his strength to roll into the raging flames.

  In a flash of fire, these two lively and persistent lives were swallowed up, never leaving behind even half a trace.

  "The Lord is with me..."

  Loud howls rose and fell in waves, until they merged into one continuous sound.

  As long as there is still a breath left, as long as the knights who can still move make the same choice.

  At this moment, they are invincible because they have released all the potential of their lives at this moment. Their life is magnificent at this moment.

  The ruthless fire blazed fiercely, as if it could swallow up all the dust in the world.

  Jiang Gongming's face turned iron-green as he looked at this sudden change on the high slope.

  In Catherine's letter, there is a sentence that the Knights Templar are the bravest warriors in the world, they have the most devout faith, the noblest character, and the most fearless courage, and are the only knights who can be mentioned together with the Black Flag Army.

  Both Xu Haifeng and Jiang Kungming just smiled it off.

  The strength of the Black Flag Army cannot be measured by ordinary standards, their abilities have already exceeded the limits of human beings. As long as there is no other Seven-Colored Little Snake in this world, the Black Flag Army will be able to dominate the world.

  But at this moment, Jiang Kongming had to admit in the face of reality that the Knights Templar were indeed the only army in this world that could be compared with the Black Flag Army.

  Perhaps their strength is still insufficient, but they have what the Black Flag Army warriors lack most - spirit.

  The Black Flag Army's combat strength is unparalleled in the world, they are a group of living dead men born for battle.

  However, the Knights Templar stirred up their own potential with their own beliefs and wills, making up for the gap between them.

  "Are you gods?" Jiang Kongming muttered: "If you are gods, then we are devils, devils who specialize in eliminating divine spirits..."

  His tone was surprisingly tinged with a hint of ferocity, his face was surprisingly tinged with a rare savagery.

  Lü Yangming and Zheng Fasen, who were standing guard beside him, shivered at the same time. Was this person really the carefree and affable Jiang Dajunshi from everyday life?

  Fear arose from the depths of their hearts.

  "Run..." Old Harry shouted sorrowfully.

  Seeing his subordinates fall one by one under the enemy's blade, falling in the raging flames, he was filled with blood and veins, and he wished to rush down and kill a few rounds, venting the high-spirited anger in his chest.

  But in the name of the host, he has a more important mission.

  The mighty combat power of Hei Qi Jun, the thick and sturdy steel armor that has reached its limits, and the unparalleled powerful strange great sword, are all precious data never seen before.

  This message must be brought to the temple and reported to His Holiness the Pope, otherwise the grand plan for the eastern expedition will suffer unbearable losses.

  The remaining knights who returned to his side in obedience to the order were only eleven, and the Temple Knights, which had more than a hundred people, actually lost nearly 90% of their personnel.

  Old Harry urged his horse forward with a flick of the reins.

  Although it was only a brief moment, both the Black Flag Army and the Knights of the Temple showed an unparalleled superpower and unyielding conviction.

  Their strong and deep impression on the city guards who had just gone to the battlefield, for these new recruits, such a scene was indeed too stimulating.

  Their eyes, as they gazed upon these warriors, were filled with awe. So much so that when the twelve riders thundered through the crowd, nearly a thousand city guards only knew to dodge and flee, but not to intercept them.

  This is especially true of new soldiers, particularly those who are in their first battle, because the sudden fear and tension render them unable to perform at even a fraction of the level they achieved in peacetime training.

  Because there was no strong and powerful leadership, no one took the initiative to command, they became at a loss. Even those primary military officers who had passed the military academy examination were not much better.

  Jiang Kungming let out a deep sigh, this is the gap...

  Without experiencing trials of blood and fire, sheep will never become lions. They should be well tempered...

  If it were the Northern Legion on the outskirts of the Black Flag Army, or the 20,000-strong Heavenly Eagle vanguard led by Lu Ding Sheng, then not to mention these twelve riders, even if they had already broken out of the encirclement like Ban Croft and several hundred others, they would still be doomed.

  He did not want to take the life of this notorious general just yet.

  Catherine's letter was filled with hatred and contempt for the commander of the Fourth Legion. Moreover, throughout the entire Caesar Empire, there were only a handful of people who maintained good feelings towards him.

  If the commander who led the army to conquer the Han Dynasty was not Ban Croft, but another general, Catherine would not have written so meticulously and carefully. Her intention is very clear, hoping to use the Black Flag Army to eliminate this unpopular general.

  Jiang Kongming's face had a hint of sarcastic cold smile, the more you hope he dies, the more I'll spare his life. For the Great Han, Caesar, the more chaotic the better, at least there shouldn't be a truly powerful figure.

  His gaze turned to the camp before him, where hundreds of Black Flag warriors lay, but also countless Caesar's cavalrymen were buried.

  Most of them were annihilated along with the Knights Templar, these fearless knights showed unimaginable combat power, their appearance will bring new unpredictable changes to the battlefield.

  However, Jiang Kongming was very curious about how these people were trained. If he could grasp this method, wouldn't it be possible to cultivate these super warriors without any restrictions?

  As soon as he thought of this, his heart became hot, he raised his head and looked into the distance, where it was pitch black.

  Taiyi Zhenren...

  Don't disappoint me.

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  On the side of the camp, a few miles away, there was a piece of dark and oppressive human shadow.

  They sat upright on their horses, as still as mountains, without a sound of breathing to be heard; even the horses under them did not stir in the slightest.

  They are like a group of gigantic statues that have stood here since ancient times, able to stand forever...

  A dark shadow approached from afar, almost at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

  It was a horse with a glossy black coat, which looked even more spirited under the night sky. What was most astonishing, however, was its speed - an absolute speed that transcended all limits.

  Xu Haifeng's gaze swept across the faces of the knights, still expressionless, still indifferent and fearless. However, that unparalleled aura of dominance and the fierce and ruthless killing intent was unreservedly bursting forth.

  They wore uniform full-body black armor, their horses underneath them also wearing full-body black barding, as if they were ghosts from the dark of night, demons from hell.

  "The time has come for you to take the stage and let the people of Caesar see what an invincible legion looks like."

  Xu Haifeng muttered to himself, but the black cloud under his crotch understood his intentions without needing language, and automatically turned around, slowly starting to trot.

  Behind him, those knights who were like sculptures began to move, one after another, urging their horses forward, advancing in rows.

  Their movements were mechanical and stable, yet they exuded a strong and powerful aura.

  They were the Black Flag Army, the pride of Xu Haifeng and the entire Great Han.

  Black ocean, black legion, black iron torrent.

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