When carrying heavy objects, hiking and running on long distances, even if they are soldiers who have been trained with rigorous training, their physical strength is still consumed considerably.

Therefore, at noon, the Knight of Bruce issued an order to stop everyone from rest.

The panting soldiers put down the package they carried, some dug a hole to cause fire, some took out the pot and cooked snow, and threw in the black crocodile jerky that could fully replenish nutrient energy, and divided the labor and cooperated to prepare a big meal.

The smoke from the cooking stove floated up in the cold environment, but the cold wind that had not yet become a columnar shape blew away, turning into a rich fragrance and penetrated into everyone's noses.

At this moment, the attendant Knight, who was responsible for supervising the enemy, suddenly stood up, "Sir, the two enemies have abnormal movements, and they are attacking us in two ways!"

Everyone, who were waiting for Meimei to have a meal, was shocked and grabbed the weapons placed beside them and stood up, ready for battle.

"No need to be nervous, you can have a meal with peace of mind, and we will leave the rest of the matter!"

It was not until Bruce spoke that these people slowly relaxed.

Three formal knights drove the war horse to the periphery, their eyes falling to two galloping figures.

"These two people are really ignorant of life and death. Why not take advantage of this opportunity to solve them?" Bruce held the hilt of the sword, with a high fighting spirit in his eyes.

"They just pretended to harass us, forcing us to spend our energy to intercept us, and retreat immediately when we arrive. We will never show up with us in a dignified manner. Even if you have ideas, it will be useless."

Browning, who had always been taciturn, suddenly spoke, and then said in a slightly commemorative tone: "But if you don't stop it in time, these sharp knives may really stab our team, kill one or two attendant knights, and then leave arrogantly. This is their usual trick, and I saw it when I was young."

Bruce, who was splashed with cold water, frowned, "Knight Thors is so despicable?"

"It is not despicable to seize the enemy's weaknesses and give full play to its own maneuverability on the battlefield."

Browning shook his head, and as his body surged with a terrifying aura, the horse under his seat began to move.

"Then we can only follow their pace, and there is no other way to deal with it?"

"If you can get a batch of war horses, don't be led by the nose, we can all surround them now-"

Looking at Browning's back as he rushed out, the muscles on Bruce's face twitched twice, which was obviously difficult to achieve.

The only way to increase war horses is to grab them from the Thors, but this kind of opportunity is hard to come by.

Not to mention how difficult it is to encounter an enemy team now. Even if they meet and defeat the opponent, these Thors will try their best to kill the war horses before they die, so that they will not make up for the shortcomings in maneuvering.

The last time they defeated a team of more than 20 people, they only seized four or five horses. Isn’t it just that they encountered such a damn thing?

"Your Highness, it's time for me to set off."

Out of courtesy, Bruce still informed Caroline before leaving.

However, the latter did not nod and respond as usual, but raised his chin to another intercepting target and specifically reminded: "Knight Bruce, be sure to remember what he said before."

Bruce was slightly stunned for a moment before he understood what the other party meant.

But didn’t Browning say that the other party could only be a feint? Even if he was willing to kill the other party, it depends on whether the other party was willing or not.

Although I felt it was unrealistic, Bruce still responded in a deep voice: "I understand, Your Highness."

The powerful and powerful horse hooves fell on the snow, and the shadow of the war horse quickly swept across the ground.

Charon looked coldly at the interceptor who was still a thousand meters away, and reached out to pull out a javelin from the leather bag. The pure and dazzling golden fighting spirit in his body was like a river flowing in the flood season, rushing in a mighty way!

Generally, if the enemy is large and we are small, it is best not to take action at will, otherwise if you are entangled one after another, even the official knight may fail.

However, after Hemingway comprehensively analyzed the pros and cons of both sides, the combat plan formulated does have a chance of success.

Although the probability is only half, you have to try it out. You can't always follow the enemy and eat dirt without doing anything.

And he himself wanted to confirm what level of the strength of the high-level knight-level?

The distance between the two sides quickly narrowed, but Bruce found that the enemy did not deviate from the direction, but instead insisted on maintaining the original direction and continued to charge.

"Are the enemy ready to face me head-on?" He felt a little unbelievable, but he quickly confirmed this.

Bruce couldn't help but feel excited, and a strong murderous intent rose in his eyes.

It is a good thing to kill this enemy in public and private ways. It not only completes His Highness’s explanation, but also allows the team to move more peacefully.

Just as he was thinking so, his eyelids suddenly hopped, and his mind instinctively concentrated.

The perception fluctuation spread instantly. He noticed a sharp golden light piercing into the perception range, breaking through the obstructed air, and shooting straight towards him!

Bruce had just pulled out the knight's sword, and the javelin that was so energetic that it had spanned most of the distance, leaving only three meters between him, which was a distance that could be ended in an instant.

The flow of time suddenly became slow, Bruce opened his eyes angrily, and the fire-attributed fighting spirit suddenly burst out!

The knight sword lingering in flames swept out and accurately cut the javelin. The metal collision made a loud noise, and the two fighting spirits that were tearing together also produced a violent explosion reaction, splashing out a large number of sharp sparks the size of leaves!

Although Charon took all his strength, the fighting spirit attached to the javelin was ultimately the boundless water. After the collision, it was quickly consumed and then slashed away by the knight's sword with a red sword.

The frightened war horse made a panic neigh, raised its front hooves high, and then fell back to the ground under the forced control of the driver.

On the other side, Charon also had a truce horse, maintaining a 100-meter reaction distance, but he was already holding an arrow in his hand to the bow string of the recurved bow.

The golden flame burned on him, releasing sharp and dazzling light again, quickly covering up the bright and exquisite patterns on the armor.

Whether it was the previous fierce attack or the power at this time, it was enough to make Bruce feel that the knight in front of him was a dangerous enough enemy.

Last night, His Highness encountered the other party without any injuries. It was really the favor of the God of Destiny.

Bruce was brewing violent and surging energy, and the power fluctuations of the high-level knight-level power spread like ripples, and the air passing along the way showed signs of trembling.

Out of respect for the strong, Bruce asked, "Knight Thors, don't report your name..."

Charon didn't plan to follow him, so he let go of his palms and fingers. The full moon bow suddenly contracted. A dozen arrows stained with golden flames were pushed out along different trajectories under the powerful elastic force, attacking multiple targets covering the enemy's head, throat, shoulder blades, chest, arms, war horses under his seat, etc.!

Bruce used brute force to curb the panicked war horse and forced it to move sideways. Then the sword light in his hand slashed.

The sword move that was so close that it was difficult to see clearly turned into a sword net, and all the arrows shot were intercepted, and under the energy of fighting each other, they became iron filings that burst and splashed everywhere.

If Bruce hadn't deliberately controlled the force and allowed these lethal forces to disperse in other directions, even if the war horse was wearing armor, it would be very likely to be beaten into a sieve on the spot.

"Is this the level of the advanced knight level?"

Charon looked at Blues showing his might, his eyes shining brightly, as if he was still imprinted with the afterimage of the enemy's large number of movements.

If he had only had a simple and vague concept of the division between the knight level before, then it can be said that it is much clearer now.

In addition to the difference in the amount of the Douqi, the Douqi stress response speed, application skills, control level and other aspects have shown a very high level.

This made him exert a lot of effort on the other side, and he only needed five or six points to easily eliminate it. If he fought for a little longer, he could exhaust himself to death.

Fortunately, in the plan, he did not come to fight a protracted war, but attracted attention with a huge momentum and created opportunities for his companions.

However, the enemy Hemingway faces is suspected to be at the peak level, and its strength will only be stronger. It is still a question whether the plan can proceed smoothly.

A lot of thoughts flashed through Charon's mind, but he did not hesitate to move. He opened the leather bag tied next to the saddle, quickly took out the pieces of disc-shaped things and threw them towards the enemy one after another.

The bombs are dropped by the Demon Mountain Mercenary Group, which uses the remaining inventory, is not very powerful, but it saves effort and causes trouble to the enemy. It can also express art.

Boom-

The grand flames generated by the explosion completely submerged the location of Bruce.

The eyes of a large number of flying winged knights were attracted by it. Even Browning, who was the farthest away, could not help but look back at the distance.

But it was such an inadvertent distraction that Hemingway seized the opportunity and stopped making boring feints.

With his loud shout, the horse under his seat burst out with speed that had never been shown before. At the same time, the crossbow aimed at Browning and the trigger was decisively pulled down!
Chapter completed!