The Black Knight from the Blue Planet

The arrival of Hadi's army naturally attracted the attention of both parties.

After all, there are so many people staying high up, setting up camp in a high-profile manner, and cooking meals.

Several black smoke pillars rose into the sky, and even the blindest person could see them.

In Umberto Castle, Lord Lloyd George looked in the direction of Hardy, thumped the wall, and smiled excitedly: "It's here, just in time."

Although his eyesight is not very good, after all, he is old and presbyopic and cannot see far.

But he also has basic battlefield literacy.

The only ones that can suddenly appear behind you at this time are your own reinforcements.

If the enemy could get around there, this battle would have been unnecessary.

"Child, you have good eyesight. Please help me see the army stationed there. What flag is it?"

The young man next to him watched it intently for a while, and then smiled excitedly: "The angel flag with a blue background is the royal family's army. The royal family has personally come to save us."

"Angel flag?" The old lord smiled even more happily: "The angel flag of the Jeanne family, I don't know if it is the Regent Dora-Jeanne or the Honorable Hardy."

The young man next to him said with admiration: "I think it should be Mr. Hardy. Originally, we estimated that it would take at least six days for reinforcements to arrive, but now that they have arrived so quickly, it can only be Mr. Hardy's Silver Wings. The Knights can do it.”

"That's true." Lloyd George also agreed with his son's view: "And Mr. Hardy is very powerful in combat. We should be safe this time."

The young man also laughed.

"Go down." Lloyd George said: "Let the guards guard the castle. I will have a good sleep tonight."

The two got off the watchtower, and the lord's wife came up to them and asked anxiously: "How is the situation? Are they our reinforcements?"

The old lord smiled and said: "Yes, and the one who comes is the strongest fighting force in France."

"That's great." The lord's wife patted her chest, and then asked: "When will they come to the city."

"We won't attack until at least tomorrow morning."

When the lord's wife heard this, she became anxious and screamed: "How can this be done? Why don't they attack now? So many people have died here, does he still want to watch the show?"

The young man was embarrassed when he heard this.

Lloyd George said angrily: "You know nothing, you bitch. It's almost night now. Marching rashly at this time will only cause all kinds of accidents. Besides, at night, the attacks from the opposite side will also slow down a lot. We can hold on No problems until tomorrow.”

"But what if the enemy attacks tonight?"

Lloyd George sighed helplessly, and then said: "Come here, take the lady down to rest."

The lord's wife was taken away by two armored soldiers.

When she was taken away, she was still shouting hysterically: "Lloyd, you are the lord, let the reinforcements come over and kill all the enemies, hurry up. Otherwise they will come to kill us at night."

Lloyd George rubbed his brow helplessly.

The young man beside him sighed and said, "My mother was just frightened. After all, her... little lover was smashed into a pulp by a boulder in front of her eyes. The blood and flesh were splashed all over her body, and it took a long time to wash it off before it was clean."

This time Hamans attacked the city and was equipped with several catapults.

Otherwise, Hamans' army would not have captured the city wall so quickly and entered the city.

Fortunately, the opponent's technical skills were not very good. After several trebuchets fired stones more than a dozen times, they were still in a semi-damaged state and were being repaired at this time.

If a few trebuchets can still work, the castle at this time will not be able to withstand it for long.

Compared with the morale shock in Umberto County, the army on Harmans' side was obviously anxious.

The opponent's commander, Lord Suotu, was in the tent, looking at the terrain map with the lamp on, frowning hard.

The enemy reinforced the garrisoned position, which was wonderful.

It is the highest point of the slope, and there is a road behind it, so it is very easy to retreat.

At the same time, the field of vision is extremely good. If you want to send an elite team to sneak attack them at night, it is almost impossible to succeed in trying to blow up the camp.

At this time, a panting general came in from the door. He took off his helmet and knelt down on one knee.

"Have you found out the number of people and the identity of the other party?"

The general looked panicked and shook his head slightly: "Lord, we were intercepted by them halfway. The opponent's light cavalry scout team is very strong."

"How many light cavalry did the other side intercept you? How many people did you lose? How many people did the other side lose?"

Lord Suotu didn't find it strange.

France was founded on cavalry. The heavy cavalry was the most powerful, but the light cavalry was not bad either.

"There are only one hundred and thirty... people on the other side." The general's face was full of shame.

"What?" Lord Suotu suddenly raised his head, with anger and disbelief in his eyes: "With more than a hundred people, they were able to repel your 400-person cavalry team?"

The kneeling general lowered his head even further.

"Then how many people did they lose, and how many did you lose?"

"They... only have a dozen casualties at most." The kneeling general murmured, "And we have at least a hundred casualties."

Lord Suotu stood up suddenly and slammed a wooden bowl on the table.

Boom!

The general's forehead became red and swollen. He remained motionless and did not dare to move.

"You trash." Lord Suotu touched his forehead, feeling a little dizzy.

The French cavalry are very strong, everyone knows that.

It would be understandable if the other party used a similar number of people to repel our scout team.

But the opponent's number was less than one-third, and he forced his own scout team to do it, causing one-third of the casualties.

This battle loss ratio is really outrageous.

Seeing the general motionless, his anger was gradually disappearing.

Then he sat down helplessly and murmured: "Are France's cavalry really so terrible?"

As an old lord who has experienced several wars, Suotu knows the combat strength of the cavalry in the surrounding areas.

To put it bluntly, it's just like that, there are big differences between countries.

Of course, this is without Francie.

But now, Francie seemed to be telling him with a loud slap: We are different!

At this time, the kneeling general raised his head and said cautiously: "Your Excellency, there seems to be something wrong with the light cavalry we encountered."

"As France's cavalry, it's normal for something to be a little strange."

It's only because something is wrong that I can beat you like this.

The young general plucked up his courage and continued: "Their strength is not very human!"

"It's not a human, what is it? A black-hoofed light cavalry from the demon world?"

"No, they are more like professionals." The young general recalled it and said with some fear: "Lancers!"

"More than a hundred lancers?"

The young general gritted his teeth, nodded, and at the same time picked up the wooden bowl that had fallen to the ground and put it back on the table.

"This is impossible!"

Suotu picked up the wooden bowl, raised it high, and slammed it hard! (End of chapter)