Sir Andrew's face was already pale at this time. As the heir to Earl Crick, he was unqualified, and his body was too weak.

　　 In the past, Frank kept hiding his identity for him, and fought north and south on the battlefield for him.

　　 Sir Andrew has always felt ashamed of his younger sister. Now the younger sister’s husband is facing life and death difficulties. He feels that it is time to repay some of his sister’s kindness.

　　 Part of the paleness on his face is due to excitement. This is the first time that he has soared on the battlefield like this, and the pride in his heart cannot be concealed.

　　 The other part is because of his weak body.

　　 I have to say that riding a horse is really a very stamina-consuming thing. Even if it’s just riding on a horse, it takes some stamina, let alone making a weak person like Sir Andrew rush on horseback.

　　 He can clearly feel that his body lacks oxygen, his lungs are suffocated as if they are about to explode, and his eyes are almost protruding.

　　 "Boom!" With a loud noise, Sir Andrew lifted the mask on his helmet as if he had been stimulated.

　　 The guard next to him gave a startling glance and discovered what was wrong with Sir Andrew.

　　 At this time, Sir Andrew's face was pale and scary, his lips had become completely purple, and his eyes were almost protruding, covered with dense red blood, just like the eyes of a demon on a religious picture scroll.

　　 "Leave me alone! Continue... continue to charge!" Sir Andrew spoke like pulling a bellows, staring at the entourage beside him, and then handed out the formation flag in his hand.

　　 The follower just wanted to say something, but saw his Young Master's mouth keep opening and closing, but he didn't hear what he said. Most of these words were lost in the gust of wind brought by the charge.

　　 Finally, he only heard one sentence: "Charge! Charge!"

　　 The entourage took over the formation flag from Sir Andrew with tears in his eyes.

　　 After Sir Andrew handed out the formation flag, a smile of relief appeared on his face.

　　 "Finally, it's time to repay part of it..." Sir Andrew's heart was full of worries about his sister, his family and his territory. Once Rainer was defeated, the Crick family would inevitably be liquidated.

　　 Then, Sir Andrew, who had put aside his thoughts, leaned forward and lay on his horseback. Another entourage saw everything just now.

　　 He hurriedly jumped on Sir Andrew's horse, rode on it, and then hugged Sir Andrew tightly while controlling the horse.

　　Compared with the Templars, the combat effectiveness of the southern knights is more than that of a difference. Living in the south, their stature would have been smaller.

　　Because the living environment is very favorable, and wars are not very frequent, most of the time they are pampered and they are inferior to the hard-trained Templars anyway.

　　 Almost just the moment they collided with the enemy, fifty or sixty southern knights fell from their horses.

　　 But all this is not a senseless sacrifice, they also brought the loss of more than 20 enemies to the enemy.

　　 The even greater gain is that the Scarlet Gryphon Knights is already less than 20 meters away from the enemy's army at this time, and in the next second it can rush into the enemy's array and crush their army.

　　 At the same time, the left wing of the Imperial Army.

　　 "Counter-attack! Counter-attack! Damn barbarians want to destroy the empire! You are not worthy!" Count Jolar was the most irritable, and at the same time his character was also very strong.

　　Although the enemy's huge army is about to surround and rush his array, he still chooses to fight with the enemy, and he will not give the enemy any chance.

　　Earl of Pushtown looked around, his array was already in danger, and under the siege of the enemy's six to seven thousand men, his team also suffered heavy losses.

　　 "Get closer to Count Jolar's army!" The Earl of Pushtown shouted, this was the only way he could last longer.

　　 "Damn damn! Support! How long are we going to last!" Some of the more dangerous little lords screamed, but they still had to fight their soldiers on the front line with their long swords.

　　 The left wing is so critical, Rainer is anxious in his eyes, but he still can't help it. He has even played the last hole cards, it depends on the result of the Scarlet Griffin Knights battle!

　　 Count Varas led the Scarlet Gryphon Knights to a distance of 20 meters from the enemy's side. The enemy could clearly feel how terrifying the 700-odd knights were armed and riding tall horses.

　　 Although these temple infantrymen are well-trained and firm-willed, the creature's instinct for fear of death defeated reason at this moment.

　　 An enemy suddenly appeared on his side, which brought extraordinary fear and deterrence to the fighters of the Mujahideen.

　　 The vast majority of the warriors who were close to the side were completely instinctive slaves. Without any thought, they dropped their weapons and began to flee.

　　 Before the Scarlet Griffin Knights rushed in, two or three hundred soldiers collapsed.

　　 "Oh my God! Our flanks have been attacked! We are done!"

　　 crying, struggling, and even screaming the so-called syllables in their mouths, the soldiers who lost their minds attacked their comrades.

　　 Faced with the threat of death, the rout soldiers exploded with greater strength, encumbering more and more soldiers to flee.

　　 Two seconds later, Earl Varas slammed into the position of the jihadist army with the mighty, mighty and majestic scarlet gryphon riders.

　　 All this happened extremely quickly, from the Templars being dragged by Sir Andrew to the soldiers fleeing ~lightnovelpub.net~ and then the Scarlet Griffin Knights rushed into the jihadist array, it only took a few tens of seconds.

　　 The generals of the jihadists and Pope Rosa had no time to react, and the side of the Chinese army was penetrated by the Scarlet Gryphon Knights.

Count Varas led the elite knights under his command into a rampage. There was no one to stop under the tall horses under their hips. All the enemies who dared to stop in front of them were knocked out, or they were in the hands of these heroic knights. Beheaded by the long sword.

"Nice work!" Reiner looked at the battle ahead and was ecstatic in his heart, and shouted to the herald next to him: "Order Earl Leyland, the Chinese army will go all out to move forward! Everyone will give it to me. Rush up! Destroy the enemy!"

　　 Unlike Rainer’s ecstasy, the hearts of the generals of the church and Pope Rosa have fallen to the bottom.

　　 "What the **** is going on! Why is it like this!" Pope Rosa was angry and shouted to the church general beside him.

　　 Seeing the general hesitate, Pope Rosa snorted coldly. He saw everything in his eyes, and he was helpless for the cavalry that appeared suddenly.

　　 "What should I do now!" Pope Rosa asked in a deep voice, now that the most important thing is not accountability, but planning for the next step.

　　 "Under the crown...The only way we can now is to stabilize our line as much as possible and wait for our right-wing army to break through the enemy's left wing and outflank the enemy's army!" the general said in shame.

"This is the only way..." Pope Rosa looked angrily at the team of knights that had dragged down the Templars. Who could have imagined that the hope of breaking the game was actually brought by a group of southerners whom the northern lords looked down on most? of.