When Xu Haifeng led his cavalry troops into the enemy formation for the third time, someone finally couldn't bear this scene of slaughter that was almost one-sided.

  With a loud shout, one of Caesar's soldiers dropped his long spear and turned to run.

  His escape triggered a series of panics, and chaos began to spread, threatening to engulf the entire team.

  Suddenly, a long arrow flew through the air, and the first fleeing soldier let out a mournful cry, heavily falling to the ground.

  On one side of the troops were the elite military officers, who stared intently at the phalanx formation, and anyone who abandoned their armor and fled would immediately be met with their ruthless gunfire.

  Their existence was like a sharp blade hanging over the soldiers' heads, forcing them to face the Black Flag Army, which was as formidable as the god of death.

  One horse takes the lead, countless cavalry follow closely behind, galloping freely in the enemy's formation, what a magnificent spirit, what a heroic and majestic scene.

  Xu Haifeng seemed to have a raging fire burning in his chest, providing him with endless energy.

  His spirit was extremely concentrated, and at this moment, he seemed to be able to see through the heavens, watching every move on the entire battlefield. This mysterious feeling gave him another profound understanding in his spiritual cultivation.

  Of course, this is just an illusion, and he can't really sense everyone's changes and movements.

  If one could really have such an ability to know everything about everyone, then this skill would have already surpassed the limits of human beings and reached the realm of gods. Is there such a person in this world? The answer is no, not even the so-called number one in the world, Taiyi True Man, can do it.

  He could only vaguely perceive the enemy's movements and changes in strength everywhere.

  It is precisely because of this that every time he launches an attack, the direction he chooses is where the enemy is strongest. Only by continuously defeating the enemy's strongest troops can he most effectively strike at their confidence and will to fight.

  It's as if he can already see the light of victory right in front of him now.

  The enemy's troops began to retreat, no... it can't be described as a retreat anymore.

  They were fleeing in disarray, the utterly one-sided battle was over, and the 20,000-strong Fourth Legion of Caesar's army had been completely routed.

  "Kill..."

  For the first time, since Xu Haifeng led the charge into the enemy formation, for the first time he let out his own battle cry, just as the enemy army had completely lost its will to fight and was fleeing in disarray, from his mouth came this bloodthirsty cry of "Kill!"

  "Kill..."

  In the next moment, this shocking word shook the battlefield again with a deafening sound.

  All along, the silent Black Flag Army simultaneously opened their throats and shouted hoarsely with all their might.

  The entire battlefield was filled with a dense and overwhelming killing intent.

  Although not many of the Caesarians understood Chinese, and even fewer knew what this group of black-robed death gods were suddenly howling about, the terrifying implications contained within were something that no one would misunderstand.

  The intense killing aura on the battlefield reached its peak at this moment, the brave warriors of the Black Flag Army swung their weapons in their hands while shouting loudly, their armor was stained with blood and flesh, and their eyes were no longer dull like fish bellies, but revealed a chilling and eerie cold light.

  War, only on the battlefield can awaken their own consciousness, the instinct to fight has transcended everything, in their hearts it is no longer carefree, but filled with an extremely violent idea.

  "Kill...... Kill...... Kill......"

  Gods block gods, Buddhas block Buddhas; anyone who dares to stand in their way will be reduced to nothingness, becoming one with the dust.

  Bloody slaughter, constantly stimulating their nerves, the hidden demonic blood in their bodies is boiling up, opening up their potential to the maximum.

  Bankcroft was right, they were unstoppable.

  Unlike military officers who still stick to their posts, their highest commander has lost confidence in winning.

  "It's all over..."

  It seemed that he was biting his teeth, and the words burst out from between his teeth. Bancroft's face turned even paler, almost comparable to a noblewoman covered in white powder.

  "General..."

  A voice whispered in his ear, but Bancroft seemed not to have heard it and continued to mutter the words under his breath.

  "General..."

  The same voice rose again, the only difference being that this time it was high-pitched and urgent, seemingly with a hint of belligerence.

  Bancroft turned back in horror and saw a dead man's face.

  Yes, a face even uglier than his, with a pale and almost transparent complexion.

  "General, please take the Imperial Guard and the Knights and go first," Abel's voice rang out high.

  "And you?" Bancroft asked, as if suddenly coming to himself.

  Abel turned his head towards the nearly collapsed soldier, his face with a hint of desperate ferocity: "I want to make up for my mistake."

  The words were like a pail of cold water thrown over Bancroft's head; he was instantly wide awake.

  Looking at his loyal and devoted deputy, he completely understood what the other meant.

  Cuirassiers, Eble is to blame, why did he not bring cuirassiers.

  Without solid armor, without three-meter-long spears, without caltrops and iron nails and other equipment, there is no army in the world that can withstand the fierce impact of the Black Flag Army.

  If those more than ten thousand heavy infantrymen were still here, with them as the core, forming a tight array and waiting in ambush, the Black Flag Army would not have been able to charge about so recklessly within the phalanx.

  "It's not your fault."

  "What?"

  "If I were you, I would have made the same choice. It's that I underestimated the strength of the Han people, and it has nothing to do with you."

  Abel's heart stirred as he watched these words of comfort come from the usually irascible Bancroft, and his heart was in turmoil.

  Apart from his great penitence before His Holiness the Pope, he also uttered similar words of apology for a second time.

  "General..."

  He raised his hand and interrupted him, Bancroft suddenly shouted loudly: "Order, all troops retreat."

  "What?" Not only did the guards beside him immediately turn their heads around, but even Abel's face was filled with shock and incredulity.

  "Let them escape." Bancroft's face was overcast, and even twisted: "They are the ones I have cultivated with my own hands, they are my greatest capital and strength, and cannot all die here. An eagle must keep its wings to fly over high mountains."

  "Sir, the heavy infantry is rushing here quickly......" A general by his side persuaded: "Just hold on for another hour..."

  But his words were cut short as a large and powerful palm had already lifted him up.

  "I am your commander, and all you need to do is obey orders, got it? Idiot."

  Bancroft's pale face was suddenly suffused with a flush that mounted to his ears.

  Due to extreme fear, apart from nodding, this commander could no longer react in any way.

  "Abele, go... I'll take full responsibility for everything."

  He dropped the encumbrance from his hand and said wearily, "Bancroft."

  Abel gazed at him blankly, able to sense the pain and frustration hidden beneath his skin.

  At this time, his only choice was to obey the order, yes, to obey the command of the Legion Commander. He respectfully gave a military salute and turned around to issue the retreat order.

  Because he knew that at this time the defeat was already settled, even if the heavy infantry came back, it would only add a stroke to the opponent's merit book.

  Unless a new and complete legion is sent into battle, they are already beyond redemption.

  Xu Haifeng carefully controlled the direction of the troops' advance, he had charged back and forth four times already, but he had always been careful to avoid one place.

  Behind Caesar's lines, Bunker Hill Command Post.

  Those armor-clad military officers used their own bodies to block the front of the command center, they wanted to use their flesh and blood to confront this steel torrent marked with the sign of death.

  However, it was unknown whether the goddess of fortune stood by their side, as the Black Flag Army charged back and forth several times without anyone casting a glance in this direction.

  The orders from behind were passed down, and the military judges' astonished faces could not hide their discontent. However, as soldiers, they quickly completed their tasks.

  Defeated...

  Caesarians were fleeing in all directions across the mountains and plains, running for their lives.

  But how could their footsteps compare with the blood horses under the crotch of the Black Flag Army?

  A team of five thousand people began to stretch out, forming a elegant and distinctive arc as they rushed towards the inner circle.

  It looks like the black sickle in the hand of the god of death from a distance.

  They were reaping lives of Caesarians with their scythes until they sucked the enemy's blood dry.

  "Run away..."

  As the shouting grew louder, the Caesarians began to flee in all directions.

  At this moment, at the best time to expand the results of the battle, Xu Haifeng did something unexpected.

  Under his restraint, the Black Flag Army gathered their formation and stopped pursuing the kill.

  Chiang Kung-ming's words floated in his ears again: "Catherine and the Second Prince hope Bancroft dies at our hands, but with their identity and status, they can't do it yet, or rather, they have reservations. From this, it can be seen that this person indeed has a necessary existence."

  Xu Haifeng indeed had some sympathy for General Jiang's words.

  Tonight's battle, the cavalry troops of the Fourth Legion are almost annihilated, leaving only a few hundred horses that are not even enough to fill the gaps in the large-scale battle.

  These more than 20,000 infantrymen had been brutally slaughtered by the Black Flag Army and were now wounded and killed in large numbers. At this time, there were only a few thousand people left, and more importantly, the low morale would lead to a sharp decline in combat effectiveness, which would be an even more troublesome thing for Bancroft.

  Xu Haifeng reined in his horse and a satisfied smile spread across his face.

  He should also leave some leeway for himself, otherwise where would he get the capital to continue seeking survival in this chaotic world?

  With a wave of his hand, the black Death Gods led by him bypassed the defeated infantry and galloped silently into the distance.

  Bancroft and Abel exchanged a look, both seeing extreme shock in each other's eyes.

  Because Xu Haifeng left in the direction of the fourth legion's large camp.

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