"Hey! Hey! There's an enemy! " He kicked his companion beside him with the tip of his foot, waking up another who had fallen asleep: "The Empire's army is coming!"
"Impossible! They're in Lalma right now, where would the soldiers come from to bother us? It's already good enough that we didn't seek revenge on them. "On the watchtower, another soldier was unwilling to open his eyes as he replied in a dreamy voice.
"No! It's real cavalry! " As the cavalry got closer and closer, the Kurut soldier who was awake became hysterical. He kept kicking his companion beside him and shouted loudly.
Finally, the soldier couldn't take it anymore. He got up from the ground, held his weapon, and looked at the brightening horizon. He found that a group of cavalry was really galloping in their direction.
In an instant, the soldier who just got up was also scared out of his wits.
"Quick! Go sound the alarm! "Looking at the charging cavalry, the imperial soldier anxiously ordered loudly. He could feel that the platform beneath his feet was shaking. He could also feel that his legs were trembling along with the tremors.
Seru Khan quickly responded. A group of cavalry gathered, seemingly wanting to stop Alonso's advance.
A group of grassland heavy cavalry stood in front of Alonso, blocking the path of Alonso's cavalry.
He slightly reorganized his troops and immediately launched an attack.
There were almost no infantrymen or crossbowmen. Together with the charging cavalry, they became a huge meat grinder.
Alonso rode on his horse and charged into the enemy's phalanx under the escort of his guards.
His long sword swung in an arc, cutting down an enemy cavalry who passed by from the side. The huge impact of the warhorse drove the sharp sword from the bottom to the top, tearing open the thin armor and the flesh inside.
Before the enemy soldier screamed and fell, Alonso's warhorse had already rushed to the other two enemies. The German Empire cavalry behind Alonso slashed left and right as if there was no resistance. Their armor was splattered with blood, and in the eyes of the enemy, they looked like demons from hell. The cavalry that followed him formed a huge meat grinder, devouring the lives of the surrounding enemies.
The Kurut cavalry that came to meet the enemy was a light cavalry led by a general under Seru Khan. In terms of defense, they were far inferior to the Empire's heavy cavalry.
In just a breath's time, their formation cut a huge gap in the enemy's line of defense. Then, more cavalry poured into the gap, spreading like poison on the wound.
After flicking away a spear that was thrusting towards him, Alonso used his backhand to break the shaft of the spear. Then, he took the opportunity to pierce the throat of the grassland light cavalryman who was holding the spear. He pulled out his longsword and continued to move forward.
His lips were still slightly pale, his gaze as sharp as needles. His not very tall but his well-proportioned body, moving through the blood mist with an indomitable spirit.
A general wearing brown leather armor knocked on the thick door and shouted from outside.
"Disappointing!" Inside the tent, Seru Khan pulled out his hand from the clothes of a woman and ordered in a cold voice, "Get in here! Speak! "
The woman didn't seem to be satisfied yet. Her slender arms hung around the king's neck as she coquettishly said, "Khan …"
"Hmph!" Khan Seru, who had already lost interest, kicked away the woman who was clinging to him. The numerous gold chains hanging from his body swayed gently in the candlelight, reflecting a soft and beautiful light.
"Khan! Bad news! The Empire's army is coming, and they are all heavy cavalry. Our troops can't hold on for much longer. "The general didn't dare to raise his head after entering the tent. Instead, he lowered his head and cried out.
"What?" Hearing that his general had been defeated and that he had lost many soldiers, Seru Khan suddenly sat up straight from his leather chair. The anger on his face was chilling.
"I haven't even gone to attack Larma and take back our capital, yet these despicable people of the Empire actually dared to come looking for us again!" He slammed his hand on the table, emitting a crisp sound: "You bunch of stupid pigs! What the hell are you doing? "
Yesterday, he was still immersed in the joy of being able to gather his troops and return to Larma. Today, he heard such shocking news.
He thought that the Empire would leave a small number of people in Larma, and the rest would return to the Empire. When the time came, he could launch a sneak attack in the middle of the night and retake Larma.
"According to the report of the soldiers who escaped, the Delman Empire's black-armored cavalry bypassed the scouts and suddenly appeared on our flank. Our light cavalry was caught off guard and could only fight back hastily. We were no match for the enemy at all and our troops were scattered." The general reported the news he had just received awkwardly.
"Hmm? Then what the hell are you doing here? Only telling me now? " Seru Khan roared as he swept the cups and utensils in front of him to the ground.
"Khan, it's this subordinate's fault!" The kneeling general swallowed his saliva and retracted his gaze from the snow-white beauty on the ground. He knelt down and begged for mercy.
Seru Khan fell silent, and his attitude became much gentler.
"Immediately gather all the troops. We will fight to the death with them!" Seru Khan glanced at the kneeling general and waved his hand to vent his anger on the woman. "This bitch is yours!"
"Khan!" Hearing that she was thrown to such a crude general, the beauty on the ground turned pale. She screamed but didn't dare to move.
"Thank you, Khan! Thank you, Khan! "The kneeling general hurriedly lowered his head and expressed his thanks with a wretched smile on his face.
Just as the general was about to take the crying woman away, Seru Khan pulled out an exquisite scimitar and hacked the general to death. At the same time, the woman was also hacked to death by Seru Khan. A few female servants came forward and prepared a set of armor and hung it on his body.
Soon, the muscular Seru Khagan walked out of the tent, clad in leather armor. He had a long sword at his waist, making him look majestic and awe-inspiring.
Alonso wiped the long sword in his hand and looked up at the main camp of Kurut at the foot of the hill in the distance.
Beside him, warhorses were snorting and eating grass with their heads lowered. On the hill in the distance, groups of Empire soldiers were surging along the road.
From the time he set out until now, Alonso had annihilated at least three thousand Kurut soldiers and captured over a thousand.
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