In the east, the direction of the sun rising symbolizes light and hope. Both sides in the decisive battle in Cole City both chose the main battlefield at the East Gate.

The cavalry in the city rushed out and the enemy 22nd Division attacking the East City Gate immediately responded. In the direction of the cavalry's attack, the shield wall and gun array were quickly arranged, and the archers were ready to fight against cavalry. This is the most commonly used and effective method to deal with cavalry in the Elantra Continental War. It can greatly improve the infantry's ability to fight against cavalry.

Although the officers and soldiers showed their daily training level well, the Mali Division Commander frowned when he looked at the cavalry in the distance. The heavy cavalry, a military branch that had long disappeared from the battlefield, made him feel very uneasy. All his understanding of this military branch comes from ancient books. Strong, violent, and bloody are the memories they left to history. Now, such an army has appeared alive in front of him and is attacking his army.

In the battle to encircle and suppress the princess, this army has severely damaged the empire's army. Today, facing them, can the 22nd Division win the victory in this battle?

"Order the First Regiment, the Second Regiment suspends the attack on Cole City, organizes defense with all his strength, and must entangle the enemy's cavalry!" Mali said in a deep voice. Once the cavalry loses its mobility, it will become a living target for being beaten. He will bury the cavalry in front of him at all costs under Cole City.

The adjutant beside him left quickly with his orders.

Under the city of Cole, the iron stream rolled in, like a huge wave striking the shore, hitting heavily on the shield wall of the sunset army.

This time, the waves did not dissipate. What was broken was the shield formation of the infantry who were the nemesis of the cavalry. The leading cavalry suddenly lifted the reins, and the war horses raised their hooves high and stepped heavily on the shield wall. The huge pressure made the sunset soldiers carrying the shields be overwhelmed and groaned in pain under the trampling of the horse's hooves. The cavalry on the horse's back waved the sword in their hands, chopped, chopped or stabbed, and in a few breaths, they tore a hole on the shield wall. The subsequent cavalry washed over like a stream of water, and the shield wall quickly collapsed.

A spear stabbed from behind the shield wall, but it seemed to pierce on a hard rock.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

The wooden gun handle broke under the impact. The soldiers holding spears looked at the terrifying cavalry in front of them, and their eyes were filled with horror.

The opponents did not leave them time to think about what happened. The cavalry rode their horses and swung their swords, and blood suddenly filled the gun formation. Screams were endless.

War is a magnificent picture drawn by human beings with life. A true man can never reject its temptation.

The battlefield where flesh and blood were flying, the shock of the swords and iron horses, the pleasure of killing and decisiveness, and the passion of dominating life and death made Martin's blood boil in an instant. The originally sleepy heart in his chest, which was eager to fight, quietly awakened.

There is a devil hidden in everyone's heart, even the paladin with noble character is no exception. Once the bloodthirsty desire rises, the door to killing will be opened.

When the long sword in his hand swept across the battlefield like a strong wind, urging bright blood flowers to wither and lively lives, Martin is no longer the high paladin of the Divine Court, but the commander of an iron-blooded hero.

This morning, what he wanted to do was no longer to educate the world with the benevolence of the Lord of God, but to water the flowers of victory with the blood of the enemy, sweep away the historical dust covering the great profession of heavy cavalry, and let the power that swept the continent in the glorious period bring new vitality to the battlefield.

"Kill!" Martin raised his sword in his hand and roared to the sky.

The Holy Light Knights covered in black armor were like sharp spears, rolling up murderous aura and stabbing into the enemy formation.

With his powerful martial arts, superb riding skills and first-class team cooperation, the Holy Light Knights cleanly broke the shield and gun formations blocking the road ahead and rushed into the middle of the enemy's infantry.

Hundreds of long swords flew up and down at the same time, shining with cold light, slashing the sunset soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables. Waves of blood surging, the Holy Light Knights from the Divine Court transformed into the mighty killing gods on the battlefield, and the heavy cavalry were like huge wheels, rolling out a muddy road on the battlefield.

The Condors, led by Link, advanced quickly along the passage opened by heavy cavalry in the direction where Duis was.

"Damn, when will I have such a powerful cavalry?" Looking at the heavy cavalry showing off in the enemy formation, Link couldn't help but feel jealous.

Cavalry is the soul of war in this era. The dream of cavalry that is scattered by sword and horses has always lingered in his heart. Even though he has military theories and training methods far beyond this era, and even though he has created a condor whose combat level is higher than that of the army of various countries in the mainland, the temptation of the galloping horses pointed to by the military front is still irresistible.

However, no matter how much I think about it, the growth of an army will not be achieved overnight. It will take a long time for him to realize this dream. The cavalry seedlings sent by Michel will take a long time to cultivate to bear fruit.

"These armors are simply tailor-made for them." Link murmured, "That's a damn thing, it's really fate!"

"The regular army at the setting sun is so vulnerable in front of them! The knights of the Divine Court are so powerful!" Nansi beside him was shocked by the style of the Holy Light Knights and sighed.

"You know, they didn't even exert half of their combat power! If they let go, it would be no different from cutting melons and vegetables!" Link smiled.

In order to avoid identity exposure, Martin has long ordered the use of the Holy Light Knights' sacred swordsmanship. Although this weakened their combat effectiveness, it was more than enough to deal with the Sunset army. After all, there was a huge gap in strength between the two sides.

"The Divine Court is so terrible!" Nan Si sighed.

His casual sigh made Link feel moved. 200,000 Holy Light Knights, a huge mage group with 5,000 people, is a force that can sweep the entire continent. Why should a secular religious organization cultivate such a powerful military force?

"It seems that the Divine Court cannot easily confess the sin before the love is necessary. And..." Link thought in his heart. His eyes fell on the Holy Light Knights in the distance. At this moment, he made a decision that had a great impact on the future of the Divine Eagle: not only did he not easily confess the Divine Court, but he also had to use its protection to quickly expand his power. In today's Elantra Continent, the Divine Court with amazing strength is like the sun at the peak of the sky. In order to avoid its sharp edge, many powerful forces have to hide in the darkness. As long as he skillfully uses it, he can receive the miraculous effect of driving the tiger and eating the wolf.

"Nans, let your brothers show off and leave a deep impression on the Paladin!" he ordered loudly.

Since this world advocates power, he must show enough strength to win Martin's respect. With this respect, coupled with the joy of beating Duis together, his relationship with Martin will definitely become more harmonious. With this piece, it will be much easier for him to get close to the Divine Court.

"Yes, boss!" Nansi's eyes lit up when he heard this. He called his soldiers and rushed forward.

The 1st Regiment of the 22nd Division, under the strong impact of heavy cavalry, slowly began to collapse, and many officers and soldiers quietly retreated.

Too much blood will make people numb and scare. Faced with powerful heavy cavalry, those nearly immortal war monsters, the sunset soldiers gradually lost the courage to resist, and their instinct to survive made them choose to stay away from their enemies.

"Kill those who retreat in the face of battle!" A regiment commander had red eyes and slashed a soldier who fled in a hurry with a sword. Behind him, a team of military police showed off the shiny long sword in his hand and pointed at a group of terrified soldiers.

The soldiers looked at their regiment commanders in despair, then at the indifferent gendarmes, turned their heads and rushed to the battlefield frantically. No one was willing to die under the gendarmes' sword, so they would become sinners of the empire, and their relatives would not only not be able to receive pensions after their death, but would also never be able to raise their heads.

Although the appearance of the military police temporarily stabilized the morale of the army, with the ruthless killing of the heavy cavalry, more and more officers and soldiers retreated.

"Second Battalion Commander, take your people back to the position!" Seeing a familiar figure among the retreating crowd, the commander's face changed drastically and he cursed loudly.

"Captain, I" had a broken arm dripping blood all the way, and the second battalion commander with a pale face came straight in front of him, wanting to speak but stopping.

"Back to your command, wèizhi! Your arm is broken and your head has not fallen, so you have to keep your position for me!" A regiment commander glared at him and said coldly.

"Captain, they are all devils who are invulnerable to swords and guns. We can't deal with them at all!" The second battalion commander said tragically, "The first battalion is almost gone, and the second battalion has suffered more than half of the casualties. You should think of a solution! If this continues, our regiment will be over!"

"Military orders are like a mountain!" The commander's eyes were red and he gritted his teeth, "If we do all, we will naturally have someone to take over. Get back to the talented man!"

Since the division commander ordered him to hold the enemy at all costs, he would have to block the enemy even if he piled up a mountain with his body.

"What kind of army is this?" Mali stood on a high ground, looking at the battlefield flying in the distance, full of helpless sadness.

He had received news earlier that the heavy cavalry that severely damaged the Sunset Army was very terrible. He was skeptical about this news. The losers on the battlefield always had to find a proper reason for themselves and to make the enemy stronger, which would often help him escape the punishment of failure. However, when the two armies fought, he found that the opponent was much stronger than described in the intelligence.

His soldiers, in front of these heavy knights, were like a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

Seeing a group of officers and soldiers rushing towards the heavy cavalry in the center of the battle formation, falling under the enemy's swords one by one, his heart was bleeding. Most successful generals loved soldiers like their children and regarded their army as life. These officers and soldiers trained by him devoted their lifelong efforts and carried the ideals and future of his military career.

And now, they are leaving him one by one. The smooth road he once regarded as the hall of honor has now become a nightmare that cannot wake up.

"Teacher Commander, do you want to order the Third Regiment to replace the First Regiment and join the battle?" The adjutant beside him whispered. He had already noticed that the group ahead had reached the end of his life and could only rely on the ruthless suppression of the military police and barely persevere.

"Do you think the first group can still be removed?" Mali sighed. "The only way to deal with these cavalry is to make them weak. Let the first group do this sacrifice!"

"It's a pity that the first regiment is your old army no matter how you say it. You can't let them all go!" The adjutant looked at him and said with a sad look on his face.

"If you want to win, you will always have to pay a price." Mali smiled bitterly, "The 22nd Division needs a victory!"

As the second prince's direct line, the 22nd Division was treated significantly better than other troops, and the generals of the imperial military had complaints about this. Mali urgently needed a victory to make those who doubt him shut up and defend the 22nd Division and his position in the military, even if the price was his most capable regiment.

"Order the First Regiment to prepare for retreat, and the Second Regiment continues to launch a strong attack on Cole City. In addition, the Third Regiment's Strong Battalion will be transferred to cover the First Regiment's Retreat. The remaining troops follow the Second Regiment to attack Cole City." Duis's voice came from behind.

Mali turned around when he heard the sound. He thought for a while and asked, "Your Highness, the first regiment has retreated, what should these cavalry do?"

"You are responsible for commanding the siege. Let them leave it to me and the death row camp! I want you to take this city at any cost in the shortest time. Victory is ours!" Duis raised his lips and said coldly.

The battle situation was like a chess game, and he saw it very well. Link sent this cavalry into the Sunset Army. In fact, he wanted to jump out of the chess game, disrupt his deployment, and relieve the pressure on Cole City.

"Your Highness, you can't take risks yourself. This cavalry is amazingly powerful!" Mari said anxiously.

"Link's goal is me, and isn't my goal also him?" Duis said proudly, "Then let's decide the victory and defeat in the war in Cole City!"

"But"

"No need to say anything more, execute the order!" Duis interrupted Mali, "You can feel at ease with them and death camp."

After saying that, he turned around, pointed to more than a dozen middle-aged men in gray warrior uniforms behind him, and smiled.

"Yes!" Mali nodded and responded. Each of the mysterious warriors of unknown origins around His Highness has the strength of the Wuzong or above. These people live a luxurious life on weekdays and live a luxurious life, but once they take action, they will definitely be determined. Their appearance here in groups means that His Highness has made up his mind to take Link's life and end the war.

In his opinion, with these people, coupled with the death row camp that the prince worked hard to run, it should not be difficult to turn the situation around.

The Holy Light Knights quickly interspersed in a group of camps, cutting the enemies into pieces and surrounding them, and then dealt with them cleanly. After several times of interspers, a clear space of hundreds of square meters appeared on a group of positions, with the corpses of sunset soldiers on the ground.

At this moment, a horn suddenly sounded behind the sunset formation. The soldiers of a group of soldiers turned around and ran towards the rear as if they were amnesty, wishing they had a few more legs.

Martin raised his hand gently, and the heavy cavalry stopped chasing and soon gathered behind him.

The wind blew, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. This smell made Martin feel the pleasure of fighting on the battlefield. He felt that his suppressed blood and enthusiasm were completely released in this unexpected battle. A trace of things that did not belong to the Divine Court or the Paladin were emerging from his body and slowly merged into a new self.

"Martin, the battlefield is the best place for you!" A thought came out in his head, scaring him.

After a brief calm, greater storms and rains come.

Hundreds of soldiers holding powerful soldiers appeared in front of them. The rainy arrows roared with fierce murderous intent.

"Run!" With Martin's roar, the heavy cavalry behind him did something that all the cavalry dared to do and rushed towards the enemy directly in the rain of arrows.

The strong man is the nemesis of the cavalry from the day he was born. Its accuracy is not as good as a bow and arrow, but it is in its speed and strength. Saturated attacks at short distances are a nightmare for all cavalry. The slow-wielding hands do not even need to aim. As long as they keep shooting, the cavalry advancing at high speed will be severely damaged.

Martin and the heavy cavalry he led were a few exceptions. They did not dodge or block, and as soon as the arrows in the air approached them, they fell to the ground. The scene looked like they shot an invisible wall.

However, the enemy's attack is not just a strong one.

Behind the slow soldiers, several people suddenly jumped high and rushed towards Martin and others. They waved their weapons in the air, and powerful fighting spirits slashed at the heavy cavalry.

All six people are masters of the Wuzong level!

When Martin suddenly encountered a strong enemy, he couldn't help but panic. What made him panic was not because the enemy was too strong, but how to deal with this unexpected change.

Several Wuzong. For hundreds of Holy Light Knights, it is not a big deal. However, if they want to kill these people, they must use the power of the Holy Light Knight, and their identities will definitely be exposed. If not, it will probably be difficult for their subordinates to escape from their attacks, let alone expand the results of the battle.

Martin was having a headache. More than a dozen knights under him had been slashed off the horse by the fighting spirit that was attacked from the air.

After one blow, several Wuzong who fell to the ground looked proud, raised his hands and emitted several fighting spirits. Several Holy Light Knights were knocked away.

Many knights turned their heads and looked at Martin, waiting for his orders. Their eyes were full of anger. The group of people who were so excited that they were beaten up by several Wuzongs, which made them very angry.

Several Wuzong stood still. Behind him, a group of soldiers wearing bright armor rushed up. They looked cold, strong and quick, and each of them was filled with a beast-like aura.

As soon as these people came up, several Wuzong attacked. A group of people rushed straight towards the injured Holy Light Knights on the ground.

"Save people!" Martin shouted angrily and rushed towards the injured knight in the field.
To be continued...