The followers following Corleon were also stunned. They did not expect that such a situation would be the case in the end. The followers who were in desperate situations burst out with blood, and a momentum of burning their boats gradually rose in the team.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I brought you into such a desperate situation. You are the best warriors. It is my honor to die with you. In the name of the Knights, I will lead you to fight to the death with those robbers!!!"

Corion held the sword in his left hand tightly and let out a roar like anger. He was about to turn around to make the final battle, and a real knight would never die with his back towards the enemy.

The followers were stirred by Corian's shouts and roared like trapped beasts, forming a circle with Corian as the center, looking at the robbers around them with red eyes.

A robber's eyes were red and rushed towards his followers without pause. Before Corion gave the order, everyone waved their weapons forward like a madman. The robber couldn't dodge and was immediately stabbed by four or five spears, and died under the counterattack of his followers. Even the war horse under his crotch was cut off by the horse's legs by the crazy followers.

The robbers finally suffered another casualties, and their own blood immediately woke up the robbers. They no longer rushed over straight, but surrounded them to both sides.

The bandits formed a circle to surround Corian and the others, and the encirclement slowly rotated like a slowly moving hurricane, while Corian and the others were at the eye of the hurricane.

Mosto stood on a horse on the periphery of the hurricane with a ferocious smile on his face. Corian and the others were already in the jar, and it was only a matter of time before they could kill them all.

In order not to have any new casualties, the robbers began to attack tentatively, tearing the front of their followers. Once they were caught, they would instantly pounce on them like a wolf, tearing off a piece of bloody fresh meat, and then quickly retreat.

The Corian side continued to die, and soon even the complete formation could not be maintained. On the other hand, the robber never had any dead people again, and it was difficult for followers to attack the robbers who rode on the horse at a very fast speed.

The robbers were like huge winches, gradually approaching the middle, and the knife in their hands reflected cold light, like chains of soul-catching.

The sun finally sank completely under the western mountain, leaving only the last golden afterglow in the sky, and the clouds in the sky were dyed blood red, making this battle with huge power disparity also add a sense of tragic meaning.

"Kill them all!"

Mosto gave the final order to kill, and the robbers roared and rushed forward. The strangling formation finally closed and was about to swallow all their lives.

Corian's eyes showed ambition to die, and his left hand had a long sword separated a scimitar from here, and then stabbed him hard in front of him.

At this moment, a sudden sound of yelling and killing came from afar, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves shaking like a flood wave, and rushed towards this side quickly.

Mosto's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly looked at the other side of the road. He saw a towering flag, the cavalry of the brigade was rushing in an orderly manner, with a mountain-like momentum.

Heavy cavalry! The ultimate power on the battlefield in the era of cold weapons. When a whole team of heavy cavalry charges, its power is extremely terrifying.

The robber team also noticed the approaching heavy cavalry team, which were real troops. Once they rushed over, they would probably kill them even if they were killed.

Mosto looked at the place where Corian was gloomy, and saw that it was completely overwhelmed by horses and his own people, and Corian could not be seen at all.

"Hmph, this kid is probably already cold. The mission is completed, let's withdraw!" Mosto shouted, then rode his horse to the other direction of the avenue.

A group of robbers hurriedly followed Mosto. The Blackbeard robbers were already known for their strong mobility. If they were determined to escape, even the heavy cavalry troops would not be able to catch up with them.

But it is strange that these robbers were rumored to kill Corion for the 50,000 gold coins on him, but now when they left, no one went to search for the gold coin certificate, and they left very simply.

After the robbers left, only twenty people lying on the ground were left. They all gathered in a small group of places in the middle of the road, and the land under their feet was stained with blood.

Corion also fell there, with a huge gap on his waist, as if he had been bitten by a wolf dog.

"Master Corion! Master Corion, I'm here." The strong man Owen rushed over with a tall horse and led the heavy cavalry troops behind him.

Finally he came to Corian and others, and immediately stopped the horse and jumped down, and threw himself down next to Corian.

"Mr. Corion! I'm here with the army. How are you? Are you okay?" Owen knelt at Corion at a loss. There was a hint of crying in the voice of this strong man at this moment. He didn't know where he should go if Corion died.

The heavy cavalry troops behind them rushed forward along the two sides. Even if they could not chase the robbers, they would have to pursue them symbolically. After all, robbers appeared on their lord's land, and once they were pursued, their lord would be questioned.

Irving knelt beside Corian and kept blaming himself. He felt that if he could run faster, he would definitely be able to rescue Corian even if he arrived.

"Ahem..." At this moment, Corion, among the pile of corpses, suddenly coughed twice, a trace of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Irving was extremely surprised when he saw this scene. He knelt there blankly and couldn't even speak, but just looked at Corion with his mouth wide open.

Corion looked at Irving and understood what was going on. He moved the corners of his mouth and smiled at Irving, and then closed his eyes and fell into a coma again.

"Master Corion...you, you are not dead!" Owen shouted in surprise, and then shouted: "Come on, come and save Master Corion."

A middle-aged officer in the heavy cavalry team rode over and turned over and stood beside Irving. When he saw the wounds on Corian and others, he immediately felt awe and a hint of respect was added to his eyebrows.

Then he ordered Owen to move Corian's body out, then carefully examined Corian's wound on his waist, and said, "Fortunately, this wound should have been stabbed by a sabre. After the sabre cuts through the flesh and blood on his waist, it happened to be blocked by the ribs. Although there were some cracks on the ribs, it did not hurt the internal organs. In this way, he still has some help!"

"Come on, make a stretcher and carry him back to the castle and hand him over to Bachelor Moccles for treatment!"
Chapter completed!