The Black Knight from the Blue Planet

Peter Clovis looked at the Silver Wing Knights station in front of him and was so happy that he could hardly close his mouth.

In the eyes of the world, the French royal family has four major bloodlines.

But in the eyes of the royal family members themselves, France only has three bloodlines.

The Jeanne family?

Just a usurper.

The other three surnames are all branches of the original royal family and are truly royal blood.

Only the surname "Jeanna" comes from the name of a commoner girl, and the blood is full of lowliness.

How ironic it is for members of the royal family like them to be on par with the other three surnames.

After waiting for so many years, it was finally time for the Jeanna family to become weak.

Also found the right opportunity.

As long as the Silver Wing Knights are severely damaged or eliminated, the Jeanna family will be removed from this world.

After the fall of the Jeanne family, the profits squeezed out were enough for the three of them to survive for a long, long time.

What's more, the person he hates the most, Hardy from Hexi County, also ran into the encirclement like an idiot.

The more he thought about it, the happier he became and couldn't help laughing.

After laughing for a while, he asked the adjutant next to him: "When will we continue to advance?"

"We have to wait for the Royal Guards to advance first." The adjutant explained: "We are still within the effective range of the cavalry charge. If we give up the anti-cavalry method, we will be directly crushed by the cavalry."

"Then just wait."

Peter licked his lips. He thought Mrs. Anna was very beautiful. If Victor was caught, could he kiss her?

But at this time, he suddenly frowned.

Because he found that in the sky not far ahead, dark clouds were rolling and rotating.

A black 'smoke column' even began to form, like a tornado, straight into the station of the Silver Wing Knights.

"What happened?" Peter Clovis vaguely felt that something was wrong.

The adjutant next to him said nervously: "There is a strong dark magic reaction."

"Demon?"

"Not necessarily, it could be a dark mage, or a human professional like a dark walker who is good at dark magic!"

Peter thought it was ridiculous: "Do you think the Saint Sect, which has a very good relationship with the Light Cult, would be close to such a dark professional with unstable temperament?"

"It's really impossible."

"What's the reason? Wait!" Peter's face changed drastically, and he suddenly thought of a possibility: "Hardy..."

There was an extremely strong uneasiness spreading in his heart.

Then the dark clouds in the sky gradually disappeared, and the station of the Silver Wing Knights was filled with black mist.

Peter already had the idea of ​​​​escape, but his reason told him that they, not the Blade Knights, had the upper hand.

"Is there any magician or priest accompanying the army?"

"The military magicians are with the Royal Guards." The adjutant replied nervously: "We can hardly recruit military chaplains."

Peter looked at the black edge fog gradually spreading out from the station of the Silver Wing Knights, and his mood became more and more restless.

But fortunately, the Royal Guards next to them finally moved.

The spearmen were in front, holding high anti-cavalry spears and walking forward slowly.

They did not dare to move too fast for fear of breaking the formation. Even the pikemen would be easily overwhelmed by the heavy cavalry if they did not form a square formation.

With the spearmen in front, it stands to reason that it can indeed effectively suppress the cavalry charge.

But the problem is that as soon as these spearmen moved forward a certain distance, they immediately encountered a wave of arrows.

It fell like raindrops.

This time the arrow rain covered the fire with so much firepower that it almost felt like all the arrows had to be shot in a short period of time.

The spearmen looked desperately at the rain of arrows flying down from above their heads.

When the arrows rained down, there were screams from the phalanx, and more than half of the spearmen were killed or injured in an instant.

Peter was stunned to see that the spearmen of the Royal Guards were the most elite among their four infantry regiments. If there were too many losses, it would not be so easy to suppress the Silver Wing Knights.

Although there are also spearmen in the other three infantry regiments.

But the number is not very large and does not constitute a real deterrent.

At this time, the commander of the Royal Guards immediately waved the military flag and sent a signal for the spearmen to withdraw first.

The gunmen turned and fled wildly.

Want to escape the range of the bow and arrow.

And it was at this time that the dragon gate of the Silver Wing Knights camp opened.

In the black mist, the first thing to appear were two pairs of red eyes.

Then with the dull sound of iron hoofs stepping on the ground, a huge black knight appeared in front of the Dragon Gate of the Silver Wing Knights.

The armor is black, the horse armor is black, and the eyes of each man and horse are red.

Transformed into a black ragged cloak by magic power, it was fluttering arrogantly even when there was no wind.

Full of oppression.

Watching him riding his horse and walking out slowly, followed by countless heavy cavalry in white armor.

These white-armored knights spread out slowly, forming a sheet of white snow.

And at the very front of the snowfield, there was a deep darkness.

Almost everyone was silent for a while.

This shocking scene will leave anyone stunned.

Then came the ear-piercing scream.

"The Blade Knights are out, all the spearmen are in formation!"

"Hurry up, the spearmen are in formation."

Such a voice appears in every infantry regiment.

There's no way...the heavy cavalry itself is terrifying, not to mention the fact that this is the Silver Wing Knights that everyone in France knows.

"We must not let them increase their speed."

The idea of ​​​​the infantry regiment is good, but within more than 100 meters, the effective coverage range of bows and arrows.

As soon as these spearmen began to line up, the archers on high places began to shoot.

Unlike ordinary shield spearmen, pikemen who specialize in dealing with cavalry generally have a spear length of about three meters. With such a long spear, it is impossible to hold a shield in one hand and a spear in the other.

The most important thing is that this kind of spearman still wears leather armor.

It's not a heavily armored shield soldier.

Therefore bows and arrows can cause huge damage to them.

Seeing the pikemen falling to the ground one after another, Peter, who was behind the infantry regiment, felt his eyebrows jump.

"Damn it, why do the Silver Winged Cavalry soldiers have such powerful long-range coverage capabilities?" He turned around and roared: "Hurry up and let the shield soldiers go up to help the spear soldiers defend against arrows."

The infantry of his regiment immediately followed.

"The archers shoot. If you can't shoot the archers, shoot the cavalry."

Following Peter's order, the limited archers in the infantry regiment also began to fight back.

The other three legions then responded similarly.

Dense arrows shot towards the Silver Wing Knights.

The black knight ignored these arrows at all, letting them hit his black armor, and then bounced away with a tinkling sound.

The knights in white armor raised their shields in their left hands and blocked them in front of the horses' heads to prevent arrows from hitting the horses' eyes.

And they themselves lowered their heads, so as to avoid being shot in their eyes.

The armor they wore, except for heavy crossbows, could not be penetrated by ordinary arrows.

After waiting in place for nearly a minute, the cavalry finally formed their formation!

A white triangular snowfield.

And then...the avalanche happened.