Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 703 Rogue Professional Level
Stationed at the east gate of Hylia is not only the army led by Earl Lambert, but also the remnants of the troops led by Earl Dunlop's private army, which were severely damaged in the previous battle. More than a hundred people, a total of nearly 4000 people.

However, at this moment, if someone can overlook the junction of the beach and the plain from an eagle-eyed perspective, they will be surprised to find that the Dunlop Army is retreating towards the Lambert Army, and the Lambert Army is also retreating in the direction of the Dunlop Army ——

The two private armies collided in such a chaotic manner!
"Git Dunlop, are you fucking crazy? Didn't you see my men meeting the enemy?" Earl Rumbo rode on his horse, yelling at the direction of Dunlop's army in chaos, and there were also Soon there was a shout of retaliation:

"Langbo, you are the one who lost your mind and went crazy, right? Let me bear the charge of the heavy cavalry here?"

"What are you talking about, heavy cavalry, heavy cavalry, where in La Rochelle can heavy cavalry charge over from you?"

While cursing, the two ordered their troops to regroup, at least they couldn't continue such chaos, otherwise they would only be crushed under the impact of the enemy.

"Stand your shields, everyone stand your shields! Block the first wave of those La Rochelle pigs, and the rest will be our turn!"

After all, the private army of the Lambert family was more well-organized, and they quickly managed to stabilize their position.And those La Rochelle people who rushed straight without touching the ground have already killed the front line they temporarily carried.Amid the soaring shouts, the two sides were about to start the first real collision, but Earl Lambert suddenly heard a scream from behind him——

"Ahhh! Help!!"

The screams from Dunlop's army forced Earl Lambert to turn his head to pay attention to what was going on behind him.But it's okay if he doesn't look back, once he turned around, he almost fell off the horse in fright!

A cyan knight with a height of almost four meters has been rampaging in the Dunlop army, killing the soldiers of the Dunlop army as easily as killing chickens-it's not that the soldiers of the Dunlop army are too fragile, but that the cyan knights really too vicious.

The swords of the Austrian St. Emma slashed at the blue knights, but there seemed to be an eddy current around the knights, and before the sharp blades touched them, they were bounced aside by an inexplicable force.

And those tiger-headed mounts are also full of lethality, they can pierce through the armor of soldiers with a random bite, and even set off wind pressure when they jump, blowing away those Austrian Saint Emma soldiers who tried to get close!
Even though the number of these cyan knights was only a hundred, they defeated the entire Dunlop army!

"Damn it, are there really fucking cavalry? No, where did these La Rochelle people transfer the cavalry?!"

The corners of Earl Lambert's eyes twitched, and before he recovered from the chaos behind him, a messenger shouted in front of him:

"Report! Lord Earl, the front line, the front line has collapsed!"

"What?!" Earl Lambert looked forward anxiously, only to see those La Rochelle men who didn't even touch the ground were wielding heavy swords, and the power brought by the slashing from top to bottom It was not something these tired private shield soldiers could resist, and they were all knocked over.

And rushing in front of it was a general who was wearing round armor and looked chubby. The big sword in his hand was covered with a nearly seven-meter-long yellow light blade. With a casual swing, he could cut an ordinary soldier of Ao Sheng Emma into two pieces— —

"Professional level? Where's Charlie? Go block him, block that onion!"

Earl Lamber screamed anxiously, expecting his professional swordsman to kill the opponent's general and restore the situation, but the voice of the orderly who responded to him was full of frustration:
"Uncle, my lord, Lord Charlie was cut in two by that man's sword!"

Upon hearing this, Earl Lamber felt a rush of urgency, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but blood spurted out first, his eyes were dark, and he fell off his horse.

"My lord, my lord!"

The messenger caught Earl Lambert and shouted loudly, "Where's the pastor? Where's the pastor?"

Earl Lambert was coughing up blood, and with great effort, he managed to utter a few words: "Withdraw, withdraw, retreat, get on board, get on board!"

Although his voice was not loud, the soldiers around him could hear him clearly.And the words from his own earl immediately made everyone's hearts, which were still hanging tightly, suddenly hit the bottom of the valley.

What was crushed along with the fall was their pride and self-respect as the people of Ao San Emma——

Lost, they lost, they were defeated directly by the La Rochelle offensive.

After a short moment of silence, it is unknown who shouted first, so a large number of people from Ao San Emma shouted: "Retreat, retreat!"

"Back to the transport ship, back to the transport ship!"

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Leonardo was still waving the big sword in his hand, without any professional barriers, he could almost walk wherever he wanted in the army of Osan Emma.

The choice of his career path determines that he has the capital to walk sideways among the enemy crowd as a heavily armored warrior—the high-strength protection ability brought by the earth element and the extended attack distance allow him to Can be domineering without professional level targeting.

If there is a professional grade?Then chop off the opponent's professional level first!

Professional-level generals like Leonardo are called "professional battle formations" in military science, and they are the opponents that the general army is most unwilling to encounter.Such a general leads the whole army to launch a charge together. Through the huge advantage brought by his own strength, he can quickly pass the anxious period of the collision, directly disrupt the opponent's defense line, and establish a victory.

It’s not that there are no ways to deal with this kind of professional level, it’s better to say that there are a lot of methods - such as long-distance focus fire before the opponent’s charge, bombing in advance, using one’s own professional level to "exchange", or using special props limit...

But the La Rochelle people's peculiar way of charging has already cut off the possibility of the Lambert army's long-range fire, and his professional level was smashed by the opponent's sword. As for the restrictions on special props... these are not considered wealthy private troops I can't take it out even if I want to!
When Leonardo swung his sword and chopped the last Osan Emma man who was trying to escape in front of him in two, he let out a long sigh of relief, but found that the soldiers around him also stopped their hands, and there was already a man in front of him Not a single enemy soldier was to be found.

"Where are the O'Santa Emmas?"

"General Leonardo, they, they fled towards the sea..." a soldier said, "Should we pursue or not?"

"Chasing...wait a minute, why did they crash right away? Isn't it predicted that there will be nearly 5000 people? I feel that they will hit at most 2000 people." Leonardo wondered. When he raised his eyes, he found a group of people in the distance The remnant soldiers were being chased away by tall blue knights, and as they swung their halberds, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"The cyan knight? Why does it look so familiar? Where did we get the cyan knight..." Leonardo was in a daze for a moment, and suddenly he wanted to understand why the Austrian Saint Emma army was defeated!
"Adrien! Isn't this young man's movements too fast? He came back from the elves so soon? What did he eat to grow up so vigorously?"

"Leonardo, speak ill of people behind their backs, be careful stepping on shit when you go out."

Leonardo was startled, and turned his head to look, only to find that a young half-elf riding a black horse had appeared behind him at some point.

"Adrien..." he sighed, "Should I be glad that you are on our side, not the general of the Osan Emma?"

He said this with sincerity——

Although he knew that this young man was violent, his impression of him was still in a small-scale battle.

But at this moment, what they are facing is a large battlefield with thousands or tens of thousands of people, in which a person's strength will be infinitely reduced-even if he himself is defined as a difficult "battle formation professional level" in military science. ", but after all, you still have to slash with one sword after another to create lethality.

Magic power is limited, physical strength is also limited.The improvement of defense brought by the earth element does not mean that he can take the damage of the enemy calmly, all of which are consumed by his own magic power——

No matter how fierce a professional-level fighter is, he will eventually be exhausted to death.

But this young man, Cyril Adrian...

Leonardo no longer knows how to evaluate him.

He is obviously a knight, but he can condense the magic power into a shape and cooperate with him in a way similar to the "elemental spirit" of the mage.But how can a mage call out a hundred majestic knights to rush and kill?
This person is a knight order, isn't it too outrageous?
And judging from the performance on the battlefield, the killing effect caused by these one hundred wind knights is no less than that of the Siliki army led by Leonardo...

Leonardo suddenly felt a little ashamed. He felt that when he went back, he should discuss with Atzke and ask the latter to change the definition of terms in the military book and add a special grade...

It's called "Rogue Professional Grade", limited to Cyril Adrian!
"Adrien, those Osan Emmas have retreated onto the boat, should we chase them?"

Since the lord was present in person, Leonardo naturally surrendered his command.And Cyril glanced at the Austrian St. Emma people who had fled in the distance and had already been routed, and said indifferently, "Chasing, but don't chase them to death, force them to flee to the transport ship... then send someone to the coast to see if there is any sea The rest of the coastal defense facilities in Lia are here, and it is estimated that there will be other Austrian Saint Emma troops who will escape later."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a group of defeated Austhem Emma troops fleeing towards the coast from Hylia's side.

"Is that the St. Emma's army at the north gate?"

"should be."

"Which army are we in charge of attacking the North Gate?"

"It's... the petrified monitor lizard cavalry, led by Roberto Firmino." Leonardo thought for a moment and replied.

"Tsk tsk... a bit bullying."

Cyril couldn't help but exclaimed.

The petrified monitor lizard cavalry, the cavalry unit newly cultivated by Siliki in the past half a year, currently only has a few hundred people, but each petrified monitor lizard is more than three meters long, just like a "little earth dragon" look like.

These monsters have rough skin and thick flesh. Apart from the weakness of the abdomen, they can only be criticized by cavalry who move slower than ordinary cavalry.

But Hylia's north gate is close to the forest gate, this petrified monitor lizard troop came out of the forest, just copied the ass of the people of Ulsan Emma, ​​and there is no need to worry, because the slower moving speed will Suffered from the opponent's long-range firepower on the plain and suffered early battle losses.

The petrified monitor lizard led the way, and the army was accompanied by the normal Amasir natural guards who had not yet been equipped with Lurea equipment. The north gate was the side with the least garrison in Osan Emma. What a strange thing.

"The East Gate is under the command of Atzke himself, and with the Silver Blade Knights and Memphis, even the Hilaria Legion can meet head-on."

"The last is the south gate..." Cyril turned his gaze to the south, "If I remember correctly, it should be Xie Er who led the team?"

"Yes."

"Where are their opponents?"

"There should be nearly 4000 troops deployed by Ao San Emma in the south?"

"What about us?"

"About 2000 people?" Under the visor, Leonardo narrowed his eyes slightly, "But those 2000 people are mixed with most of Siliki's backbone..."

"They need a battle to understand how they should fight on such a battlefield."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the southern sky, and the distorted lightning tore through the clear sky, leaving an imprint on his retina that disappeared after a few seconds.

"That's it?" Leonardo looked at the south with irrepressible surprise in his eyes.

And Cyril closed his eyes and felt the magic fluctuations from the south, and nodded slightly: "That's right."

"Sher, you have broken through to the professional level."

Cher—or Cherry von Shiva, who was actually born in the Salconan Shiva family, came to the east of La Rochelle incognito, Amasir, a natural place, and "willed to degenerate" to become He hired a mercenary and earned the title of "Amathir's Red Thunder", which was unseen in his own family.

No one knows what she is thinking in her heart, no one knows what she is pursuing.If it hadn't been for meeting the "Northern Wind Crusaders" funded and formed by the Khiva family in northern Xinjiang, its identity would still be well hidden and no one would know.

But at this moment, she crossed that threshold.

Her vigorous body like a leopard is covered with leaping thunder. There is no extra armor on her body, and her wheat-colored skin is exposed outside.Long reddish-brown hair was scattered in front of her body, drips of sweat mixed with blood dripped from her face.

There was still a section of the front of a spear stuck in her abdomen, and the person holding the gun had already been broken in two under her sword.

That professional-level Aosheng Emma spearman never imagined that he would die under a professional-level subordinate who hadn't broken through—or had just broken through.

She raised her drooping head, with a half-hearted smile on her face, but her eyes were full of ferocity.

She glanced at the Ao San Emma soldiers around her, then pulled out the spear stuck in her stomach, and spat:

"Who else?"

(End of this chapter)