The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

The earth shook and trembled, and the cavalry on both sides raised their weapons in silence.

Altria looked at the enemies approaching quietly, raising the sword of the knight king with both hands diagonally.

"Allied Legion Charge!"

"drink!"

The Merlot Knights shouted in unison.

A faint blue light curtain enveloped the entire knight group. This is the difference between a knight and a cavalry, a combined shield of vindictiveness.

When Ferhart saw this scene, his face changed slightly, because he was about to face more than two thousand knights, and there were only less than a thousand knights around him, and all the rest were cavalry.

Looking at the dress, it should be the Knights of the Kingdom of Cleveland.

"Joint assault!"

With a roar from Ferhart, the elite heavy-armored knights of the Ottoman Kingdom also slowly formed a red vindictive joint shield.

The red and blue collided, and the expected close match did not happen.

The Merlot Knights have swept across the battlefield with a devastating offensive.

Verhart looked at his one-sided subordinates with sorrow.

The scimitar in his hand was also slashed on a knight, and the opponent was at best the strength of a senior knight, but under his sword, he was not hacked to death.

On the one hand, the defense power of the shield produced by the combination of fighting spirits, and on the other hand, the horrible armor defense power of their bodies.

"What kind of armor is this?" Ferhart's face changed slightly.

The heavy armored knights of both sides collided with each other, and many people fell to the ground, more of them were squeezed into flesh by their comrades in the rear.

As the great knight commander with the arrow in front, he blessed the fighting power of the whole army.

The knight wearing red armor and a curved helmet burst into red light towards Ferhart. Ferhart recognized that the other party must be the commanding knight of the Knights at a glance. Not to be outdone, rushed towards the other party. Kill the opponent and the enemy's knight will collapse.

Mordred looked at Fairhart, who was flying several Merlot knights in front of him, and couldn't help but start a strong war in his eyes.

Altria also noticed Ferhart.

Mordred took the lead, and she followed closely behind her, completely hiding behind Mordred with perfect riding skills, so that Fairhart, who proved the charge, did not notice that there was someone behind Mordred.

"Swear in the name of my rebellion."

Huh!

Verhart was almost smashed to death by a sword, and at the crucial moment he raised his shield to resist, but when his shield was taken down, he just saw a blue figure appear in front of him, and the blue long sword passed by like a meteor.

After that, Verhart felt the world spin.

He didn't see his body, but he knew very well that he was dead and the vanguard was over.

After the first wave of charges, there were less than two thousand people remaining in the Ottoman Kingdom, and the Merlot Knights had nearly a hundred people at any time. This was a massacre of Chi Guoguo.

Almost all the heavy armored knights who acted as arrows have fallen, and none survived.

The tidy steps of a large number of infantry sounded, and nearly 10,000 infantrymen slowly walked towards the battlefield.

The remaining Auster cavalry took a look around, the left and right wings were long-awaited bowmen, sharp arrows had been aimed at them, and the Merlot Knights in the rear were turning around and preparing to charge again.

Verhart hadn't been there for a long time. In this level of charge, even the Great Knight Commander could not escape silently, so he had only one end.

That was when he was hacked to death by the enemy while charging.

Only the few remaining Qianqi commanders looked at each other. They did not choose to surrender, but launched a charge against Merlot's elite infantry with decisive determination.

If they assault from the two-winged Merlot crossbowmen, or there is still a chance to break out of the siege.

It is a pity that they faced the most elite infantry of the Merlot army, not to mention the heavy guards behind them.

Merlot's elite infantry quickly formed a burst, and the heavy guards behind them began to accelerate.

The final charge of the Ottoman cavalry failed to break through the formation of Merlot's elite infantry. The distance was too short to form a charge.

Then they flocked to the heavy guards to make a single cut and fight, and in the end, the Merlot elite infantry only scored less than five hundred heads, and Diego jumped his feet in anger.

"Lianning, can you stop grabbing the head."

Lai Anning wiped the blood on his great sword, and said indifferently.

"What is robbing people, you can't do it yourself, blame me."

Aslan looked at the soldiers who were already cleaning the battlefield, suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, turned around, and asked with a smile.

"Everyone, what do you think of the combat effectiveness of my army?"

In the face of Aslan's demonstration, German took the lead.

"Lord Lord's army is unparalleled in the world!"

"Haha!" Aslan couldn't help laughing.

The other tribal chiefs followed the flattery in every way, making Belmode and Gareth's faces pale.

Soon, Kuchurin came back with a human head in his hand. It belonged to the swordsman instructor who was fighting with him. The armor on his body was still spotless, showing his combat effectiveness.

About a few minutes later, Clayton also came back. He was also carrying a head, but he was a little embarrassed, but fortunately he was not injured. From then on, it is enough to prove that Clayton is also ranked among the mentor-level powerhouses. Upper-middle level.

Elijah slowly descended from the sky with the aviation magic team, and all 36 magicians returned.

"You did a good job! You have done a great job in this battle," Aslan said boldly.

"Thank you Lord Lord!"

Everyone returned to the big tent again, Gareth bowed his head first and chose to surrender.

Belmode wanted to say something more, but Andre made the first choice.

Everyone has almost surrendered. If Belmode continues to stand up hard, it is impossible to guarantee that Aslan will not kill the chickens and monkeys, so as to facilitate the future rule of the Changfeng Plain.

"Lord Lord! We are willing to surrender." Andre said helplessly.

"Andre, you?" Belmode was immediately dissatisfied. Just when he wanted to speak, he was raised with a big tent by Cuchurin and vomited blood directly on the ground.

"It depends on Lai Anning's face, or you would have died a long time ago." Kuchulin said coldly.

Regarding Belmode, he will die sooner or later, as long as you continue to be such a tough Aslan, you will undoubtedly die.

In order to completely rule the barbarians, Laianning and Belmode can only survive one patriarch. If Belmode doesn't know each other, Aslan doesn't mind letting him die inexplicably.

Aslan has already explained this to Merlin, and Merlin has also promised to be responsible for this.

"Since you have no objections, then divide the territory and build towns according to the above." Aslan asked Vesta to divide the plan prepared in advance.

Aslan didn't care if they could read it or not, he just had to let these guys understand the next plan.

As for the Beifeng Prairie, he will not care about it for the time being. The previous Beifeng Prairie was worse than it is now. What Aslan has to do is to ensure their food transportation channels.