Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Wilson has also been through many battles, experienced several barbarian civil wars, and suppressed the tribes within the barbarian kingdom dozens of times.

He has participated in the southward war and the southward looting.

Even if he is a pig, he should be able to become a talent.

As a trusted general of the barbarian king, Wilson has a lot of skills.

He has been studying the name Derek since the first day he heard it.

It can be said that in the past two years, even the name of the Duchess has not been mentioned as many times as the name Derek.

So he knows that when facing a genius general, what he has to do is to take steady steps and use his strength to suppress others.

The 70,000 troops are stacked up like chains.

The army formations are dense like fish scales.

Take turns to rest and take turns to move forward, not giving the other side any chance.

"Even if it costs human lives, we must kill Count Augusta."

Wilson said to his tribal generals.

It is not a big deal to throw all 70,000 troops here.

Some people may think that 8,000 elite troops have a chance of winning against 70,000 troops.

If they fight more against fewer in a small area, or even with a balanced number of people, and fight back and forth, they will naturally have a chance of winning.

But elite knights are also human beings, and human beings are flesh and blood, and human beings will get tired.

Large-scale combat is not about counting, which side with higher combat power will win.

Unless the army formation is broken in one battle, otherwise the 70,000 troops will rotate and wear you out, and they will be exhausted to death.

Derek naturally understands this truth. The killing game set up by the barbarians and some people in the country is not so easy to break.

If Yanle City had not been broken too quickly, it would have been a situation of death.

It is conceivable how tragic it is to be sieged in front, 10,000 cavalry raids in the back, and 70,000 troops blockade and harvest.

Even if Yanle City is broken now, it is still a life-and-death struggle.

Time is definitely not on his side.

"Hurry, hurry."

Derek told himself that breaking the opposite army formation is the hope of life.

His eyes swept over the knights. The army he personally led could bear 30%, 40% or even 50% casualties. No matter how many, they would still collapse.

So, there won't be too many opportunities.

Everyone understands this truth.

Under the telescope, the barbarian army formation is in full view.

There are indeed some loopholes, but they are fleeting and there is no chance at all.

The main general on the opposite side is definitely the kind of experienced.

If it weren't for the telescope, the naked eye couldn't see any flaws at all.

Wilson's Duke's flag fluttered in the wind, right in the middle.

If you can kill the general and seize the flag, you may be able to turn defeat into victory.

But it's too difficult.

Derek gave up first.

"Earl, let me take the lead and charge."

Simon took the initiative to volunteer. Of course, he knew the situation was serious, but the earl had been raising soldiers for many years, and it was time for him to pay with his life.

There were definitely many people who thought the same way.

Death is not something that cannot be accepted.

If you die here, everything will be gone.

If you die here, as long as the earl is still alive, it will not be in vain, and you don't have to worry about what will happen after you die.

Derek certainly understood what he meant. He could definitely get out by charging and mobilizing the opposing army, and with a small number of elite knights protecting them.

The siege of the army can trap the army, but not the individual.

It's not an absolute dead end, so how can it be watertight?

To be honest, Derek was not afraid, he just didn't want to.

He had never suffered such a big loss before. Even if Simon was going to die, he had to die worthily.

"Your Excellency the Earl, we can't drag it on any longer. We are few in number and can't drag them."

The barbarians can maintain a certain rotation and rest, but it is difficult here.

The opportunity to rest is very tight, and the longer the confrontation, the more disadvantageous it is.

Bert, who had been silent, took off his mask and suddenly said, "Let me charge."

The presence of the Abbey Knights is not strong. After all, the strength of the Augusta Knights is very strong, and it is not their turn to show their presence.

"No, it's not your turn to charge. This is the glory of the Augusta Knights." Simon directly rejected Burdette's idea, and even couldn't help looking down on it: "We, the Augusta Knights, are the strongest."

"Yes, the Augusta Knights are very powerful," Burdette calmly agreed to this statement, but through the gap in the mask, a pair of fanatical eyes appeared: "But the knights of God are never afraid of death.

Fight for the Holy, die for the Holy, the Abbey Knights can fight to the last man."

Simon was also stunned by Burdette. It was the first time he saw this look on his face.

"Death is not the end.

I will eventually be reborn in the kingdom of God.

The holy soul will be redeemed, and the angels will lead me to heaven.

The great cause of the Holy will eventually succeed, and setbacks are just God's test.

The Mergen Knights have been ready to sacrifice since their birth.

For the glory of God and the greatness of the saints."

Burdette is very fanatical, and the Abbey Knights are also very fanatical.

They may not be able to defeat the Augusta Knights, that is, when faith is not involved.

Otherwise, the fight will not end until death.

Their fanatical faith made them believe that death was just a journey, and that they would go to heaven after death by dedicating their lives to the cause of the Holy One.

When they heard the knights of the monastery order shouting the name of the Holy One, their morale was at its peak.

Burdette even tore off the flag of the Knights and wrapped it around himself, firmly asking for battle.

"Please let me lead the charge, in the name of the Holy One."

Derrick looked at him and saw determination.

He saw Wilson's flag again and narrowed his eyes.

Barbarians, right...done it.

"Berdette, I promise you in the name of the Holy Spirit that my country will always be open to you.

If the angels cannot lead you, the heroic spirit of Augusta will lead you."

Is this a lie?

No, this is called faith.

The brilliance in Burdette's eyes seemed to turn into flames and burn.

What Duke Wilson, what barbarian army.

Come and help me go to God's heaven!!!

"Berdette, I need you to charge there and keep moving forward until you die."

Derek pointed at the Duke Wilson's flag and issued a death order.

There are no flaws, right? Then create a flaw.

The more people, the more bloated.

As the war began, even the commander could not fully control the army.

Once the barbarians moved, they would reveal flaws.

Burdette took on this mission of sending death without hesitation. They sang hymns loudly and mounted their horses.

All the flags of the Abbey Knights were torn down, and the knights draped all kinds of flags on their bodies, full of a terrifying religious atmosphere.

"Charge, for the saints."

"For the saints."

The Abbey Knights launched a charge, a charge without hesitation.

"What a lunatic." Simon commented, he could not understand this kind of belief at all.

Duke Wilson also saw the charging Abbey Knights, it was obvious that the barbarians had never experienced the power of religion.

So he commented disdainfully: "A group of lunatics, overestimating their own abilities."