Ackermann held two axes in his hands, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was like a wild beast. When he saw his brother, Patrick, who was seriously injured, being rescued by others, he went crazy.
He was crazy. He worshipped his brother very much. The Northland people had already suffered a lot in this expedition to Blackstone Fort. They had suffered many casualties and the situation was not optimistic.
Just as they were about to retreat back to the Kingdom of Northland, the Empire's soldiers were still relentless and sent their cavalry to attack them.
In the midst of the chaos, the Northland people suffered many casualties. In addition, many of the Northland people were already injured and had to retreat from the siege. The Northland people were about to face an unprecedented defeat.
However, with Lord Horf and Ackermann's brother, Patrick, at the frontlines, there was still some resistance. They were not defeated by the Empire's soldiers in one blow.
However, when he saw his brave brother almost die in front of him, Ackermann thought of his brother's wife, Jenny. He did not know what to say to his sister-in-law.
He was blinded by hatred. He wanted to use his own strength to reverse the situation. He knew that he was insignificant, but he did not want to retreat anymore. He wanted to bravely welcome the supreme God with open arms.
He waved his axes like a berserker. His eyes were red and bathed in blood. He was not afraid of death and prayed to die in battle. He chopped the Derman cavalrymen off their horses and chopped off their heads. He did not stop. The Derman cavalrymen's armor was cut into pieces and blood splattered all over his face.
He roared, bit, and killed so many Delmans that they had to go around him.
He snatched the Derman's horse and jumped on it. Like a flash of lightning, he rode the enemy's horse and rushed into the Derman army.
At this time, the Northland people were fighting and retreating. Many of the injured soldiers had given up and were preparing to return to the temple of God.
What no one expected was that one person, one horse, was galloping in the opposite direction of the retreat.
This was simply courting death. There was no hope at all.
Everyone shook their heads. They did not believe that any miracle would happen. Now that the German Empire had won, this battle was bound to end with the defeat of the Northland people.
But to everyone's surprise, they were wrong. They were ridiculously wrong because what happened next was that they would be fortunate enough to participate in a war that would go down in history and witness what was called a true miracle.
When Ackermann charged into the enemy's formation, the Derman's army was momentarily stunned. They had never expected something like this to happen.
At this moment, King Gravel led some of his personal guards and Seru Khagan's men over. At this moment, Lord Holf, who was in the midst of the chaotic battle, did not expect that person to be his youngest son.
It was not until a Northland officer reported to him some of the situation on the battlefield that he hurriedly organized his men to counterattack.
After all, the person who charged into the German Empire's army was none other than his youngest son. Now that his eldest son was seriously injured and his life was in danger, he had to protect his youngest son, Ackermann, at all costs.
At this time, the Northland people, who had suffered a heavy setback, were gradually recovering. When they saw Ackermann fighting bravely without any regard for his own safety, their blood was ignited and they placed all their hopes on him.
But even so, Ackermann could not hold on any longer. He was hit by three arrows, one of which hit the left side of his abdomen. He almost fainted, but he fought on with all his might.
At this time, both sides were exhausted and were about to collapse. It was a matter of who could hold on until the end. But at this moment, an army, like a cunning wolf, pounced on the Derman's back at the most critical moment.
This army was Seru Khan's Kurut cavalry. He had been waiting for an opportunity. Finally, when both sides could not hold on any longer, his fresh troops suddenly appeared.
Seru Khan's Kurut cavalry was the straw that broke the camel's back. In the darkness, Kurut's elite cavalry charged forward, killing the Derman until blood flowed like a river. Like the sharpest dagger, they stabbed into the Derman's back. The Derman collapsed. Seru Khan's roar was like thunder. His sword flew, and the Derman's heads rolled and screamed. One of the Derman officers was furious. He roared and stabbed at Seru Khan with his spear.
Seru Khan chuckled and dodged the spear. Then, he swung his saber at Delman's neck. The saber was as fast as lightning. Poor Delman was already exhausted. He couldn't dodge Seru Khan's saber. Poof! Half of the officer's head was chopped off. His horse fled with the corpse in tow. Seru Khan laughed maniacally.
With Seru Khan's quick attack, the Derman's left wing began to collapse. Soon, the right wing was affected. The German Empire's cavalry fled in all directions. Alonso knew that the battle was over. He sighed and shouted to the sky, "It seems that it will be difficult to achieve such results in the future!"
At this moment, he suddenly saw Ackermann charging in. His spirits were lifted. If he could kill this man, then the battle would be lost, but at least the morale would not be affected.
He raised his sword and shouted to the cavalry following him, "Follow me and kill that bastard!"
Under the moonlight, Ackermann was like a god of death. He had been shot multiple times, but his will to fight did not diminish. He did not feel fatigue or pain. He only knew how to kill.
Alonso ordered everyone to rush forward. In fact, he wanted to leave someone alive because he still had a trump card in his hand, which was Anna.
All the Derman soldiers charged forward, but under Ackermann's two axes, they were quickly reduced to a pile of minced meat or corpses.
He raised his head and looked at the sky. A bright crescent moon hung in the velvet-like night sky. It was exceptionally bright.
His vision gradually blurred. He looked at Alonso, who was leading the troops, and said with difficulty, "It's your honor to die in my hands!"
After he finished speaking, he rushed forward. Along the way, almost no one could stop him. Alonso was a little scared and trembling.
He could only retreat on his horse. When the Derman saw that their marshal had retreated, they were also frightened by the blood-soaked madman.
The Derman was finally defeated under the desperate resistance of the Northland people. They felt that these Northland madmen were too scary.
King Gravel and Lord Horf finally returned with their troops.
Seeing this situation, the Delmans could not accept the fact that a single person had turned the tides of a battle that they were supposed to win. However, there was nothing they could do about it. This was the truth.
Alonso looked at the blood-soaked Ackermann one last time. "I'll remember you. I'm willing to call you the strongest Northland man." He then retreated to Blackstone Fort without looking back.
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