Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

When Derek rushed over with his army, the remaining barbarian soldiers also collapsed.

Enrique, the lone wolf, could no longer restrain the soldiers, and was even forced to flee together.

And Rockman chased after them.

This place was indeed too close to the Iron Wall City. After a day of running and stopping, they saw the south gate of the Iron Wall City.

When it was dark, the first batch of fleeing soldiers arrived here.

Without waiting for the barbarian army here to react, Derek, who came from behind, rushed into the camp.

After a day, although they had a short rest, the soldiers were exhausted.

However, the barbarians were not having a good time either. They confronted for a day and even tried to attack several times, which consumed a lot of physical strength.

The most important thing was that there was no defense at all.

The news in the morning was that Rockman's lightly advancing army was surrounded. Although Enrique, the lone wolf, suffered heavy casualties, he also surrounded the opponent tightly.

Everyone even thought that they could break through today.

And Rockman's reinforcements were still two or three days away, and were not a threat at all.

No one expected that the enemy would rush in.

Unexpectedly, they were naturally unprepared.

When both sides were exhausted, this little bit of unpreparedness was the straw that broke the camel's back.

And the difference between the elite and the ordinary came out. The soldiers trained strictly by Derek had stronger will and discipline.

"Charge! Charge!"

The lower-level officers shouted frantically, and the command of the flag was completely paralyzed.

In this chaotic and dark battlefield, only the front and the narrow space on the left and right can be seen.

The fear of the soldiers will be magnified, and the chaos will continue.

Therefore, the importance of grassroots officers has increased dramatically.

Day after day of training and the powerful blessing of the panel have made the will of these grassroots officers as hard as steel.

Even if they knew that they were deep in the enemy camp and all they saw were enemies, they did not waver at all.

They only knew that they had to complete the order, and the rest would be solved by Lord Derek.

Charge!

Kill the enemy!

Then solve everything.

Like arrows, they shot through the weak resistance of the barbarians.

If you look down from the sky, you can see teams of Locke soldiers, in a simple formation, constantly charging forward.

When the enemy gathered together, there were even flag captains and even centurions who took over the command flexibly and temporarily commanded the army to disperse the resistance.

This tactical quality was trained by almost every officer and was deeply rooted in his bones.

It may not be noticed once, but it accumulates again and again, that is, the barbarians were dispersed again and again, as if they were completely panicked and could not organize any resistance at all.

Like a snowball accumulation, it quickly swept and grew, and finally became unstoppable.

Finally, the cavalry ran around and set the camp on fire with torches.

The fire in the camp further exacerbated the chaos.

The barbarian soldiers who had just fled to the camp and suffered a heavy blow had lost the strength to continue to escape.

But the barbarian soldiers in the South Camp wished they could grow two more legs.

The chaos in the South Camp was naturally discovered by the barbarian commander.

But the speed of the rout was too fast, so fast that the rout arrived at the door just as the messenger he asked for instructions set off.

Derek gathered some soldiers and drove them slowly behind the fleeing soldiers.

Although everyone was very tired, they still made an offensive gesture.

As the saying goes, all is fair in war. Giving up oppression at this time will give the barbarian base an opportunity.

It is an aggressive attitude that makes people more afraid.

Sure enough, without knowing the situation, it was already dark, and the barbarians dared not attack rashly.

"Let the fleeing soldiers take a detour and go around the back of the camp," the barbarian commander stood on the watchtower. The sporadic torches in the dark night could not see the invading enemy, but the other side was able to fight in the night and still maintained a neat formation at this time. It was obviously the elite among the elite. Seeing the fleeing soldiers shouting and cursing in the camp, he waved his hand vigorously: "Shoot arrows and let them take a detour, otherwise they will all be killed."

At this time, caution is necessary.

If the fleeing soldiers are allowed to come in privately, they may be attacked by the enemy, and then there will be big trouble.

He would rather shoot a group of fleeing soldiers to deter them than take risks.

When the arrows of their own people fell, no matter whether the barbarian soldiers cursed or cried, they could only obediently take a detour.

This was cruel, but it was a rational choice.

Derek tilted his head and saw Simon eager to try, seemingly tireless.

"Simon, go around the barbarian camp and show off your power. Do you dare?"

"I dare, I'll go now."

Simon pulled up his visor directly, which was even more unclear at night.

"Come a team, follow me."

The knights whistled away and rushed towards the camp in a show of force.

That posture looked like they were going to attack the camp.

Although they knew it was impossible, the current situation and Simon's momentum made people have to associate it.

Simon pulled down the pennant and waved it with his hand.

He galloped on his horse and turned when he was close to the camp.

His target was of course the fleeing soldiers. These fleeing soldiers who had lost their morale and weapons were of course the best prey.

Just within the range of the barbarians, Simon led the cavalry to gallop back and forth, trampling and killing, so arrogant that it was hard to look directly at.

Even the barbarians themselves were stunned and forgot to shoot arrows.

"Shoot, shoot them to death."

The roar of the barbarian commander woke everyone up. He leaned forward and held the railing tightly, his face still pale in the firelight.

Too arrogant, too insulting.

The barbarian archers, waking up from a dream, fired a sparse rain of arrows. Simon's iron armor bounced off a few feather arrows, but a few arrows were stuck in the joint armor.

Seeing that it was almost done, he laughed and turned his horse's head.

"Barbarians, it's dark today, wait for me to favor you tomorrow."

When Simon turned around, although they were tired, they were extremely excited.

How many times can life be so happy?

Derek took a deep breath and knew that what he wanted would be obtained after today.

Times make heroes, and this time it was his turn to be the hero.

When will he become famous in the world?

Today, right now.

"Let's go!"

Holding the heads of the barbarians with long spears, they circled to the iron wall city and raised the pennant high.

"The 10,000th troops of the Second Legion of the Northern Province have arrived. Don't panic. I will ride on the barbarian camp tomorrow."

Derrick led his men to shout, causing a commotion on the walls of the Iron Wall City, which had long been attracted by the noise outside.

The Governor of the Northern Province was on the top of the city at this time. He saw the flames rising to the sky from a distance. The southern barbarian camp was finished.

The other barbarian camps were closed, and his men were constantly talking about Simon's prestige in circling the enemy camp just now.

"There are such knights in the Northern Province?"

He had heard that the knights of the North were the best in the kingdom. He thought it was a comparison of the worst. Anyway, the knights in the capital were very bad.

Earl Jeffreys was beheaded by the barbarians before, and no knight of the North stood up to save the situation.

Who knew that he was still short-sighted. Such a fierce knight, is he not worthy of the reputation of the knights of the North?