Chapter 153： Decisive battle (part 2)

No matter how long the darkness is, the dawn will eventually come.

Without the sun and the dawn, this dawn in Silvermoon City looked gloomy.

The sky was gray, as if it was about to snow.

The air pressure is so low that it makes people breathless. The panicked soldiers of the East just want to find something to vent.

And killing is undoubtedly the best choice.

Silvermoon City has become a sea of ​​blood and fire.

The screams and screams intertwined into a scene of **** on earth.

However, the killing of the soldiers in the East has completely aroused the long-suppressed anger in the hearts of the half-elves. More and more civilians have joined the battle, using all kinds of things that can’t even be called weapons to resist the evil invasion. By.

The battle in the half-elf palace is the most violent.

Countless crazy Eastern soldiers climbed the palace wall that wasn't too tall like ants, and killed them.

But the half-elf guards in the palace are still fighting back tenaciously, defending the last pure land in their hearts, and guarding the queen of their half-elf clan.

Over time, the Marquis of Vincent became more and more anxious.

He kept letting the messenger pass his orders to the front, and constantly mobilized troops from outside the city to send it into the city, trying to completely pierce the last barrier in front of him.

"How did Alston do it? Why haven't he captured the palace yet?"

"My lord Marquis, Viscount Alston said that the half-elves in the palace resisted fiercely. Moreover, our troops in the city are constantly being attacked, and more and more soldiers are dying..."

Huh!

The Marquis of Vincent cut off the herald's head with a sword. Then, with his scarlet eyes, he ordered a rebel next to him:

"Now you take his head to see Viscount Alston and tell him that I will give him one more hour at the end. If he can't complete the task on time, I will kill him!"

"Yes!"

Hu Cong picked up the **** head and hurriedly walked down the city head to the palace.

At this moment, the Marquis of Vincent suddenly felt a cold breath on his face.

He looked up and saw that a little bit of snowflakes floated up in the sky at some point.

At the same time, a sentry rider stumbled up to the top of the city and reported with a panic expression: "Master Marquis, cavalry, and black cavalry have appeared!"

The Marquis of Vincent suddenly changed his color and suddenly turned his head to look outside Silvermoon City.

The sky towards the south of the city was already shrouded in billowing smoke and dust, and then the earth began to tremble, as if a group of ancient giant beasts were rushing towards them.

Shock and fear instantly overwhelmed the reason of Marquis Vincent.

The sword of Damocles hanging above his head was finally cut down!

"My lord Marquis? My lord Marquis?" Seeing Marquis Vincent standing still, the Sentry couldn't help but reminded him.

Only then did the Marquis of Vincent come back to his senses, and forcefully calmed down the panic in his heart, he immediately ordered: "Ling outside the city, stand on the spot, prepare to fight!"

"Yes!"

In fact, in order to guard against the Black Cavalry who might be fighting from behind, the Pegasus Legion did not invest all its troops in the siege, and at least half of its troops remained outside the city.

Of course, seeing that the palace couldn't be attacked for a long time, the Marquis of Vincent still drew some troops into the city.

But at this time, there were at least 20,000 Eastern troops outside the city.

Under the orders of the Marquis of Vincent, they immediately formed a dense spear formation, erected huge shields, and prepared to meet the impact of the Black Cavalry.

With the sound of horse hooves shaking the earth, the dense formation of black cavalry was like a moving city wall, quickly covering the field of vision of the soldiers in the east.

In an instant, all the sounds in the world disappeared, leaving only a neat note.

At the head of Silvermoon City, Marquis Vincent's face instantly turned pale.

The Marquis of the East, who had overwhelming his wealth and was about to gamble with Colin, regretted uncontrollably at this time.

After occupying the right time and place in Shadow Canyon and successfully annihilating the main force of the Black Cavalry, the Marquis of Vincent was very proud of it for a while.

It is inevitable that the world's heroes are nothing but such a feeling.

Until then, when he really faced the Black Cavalry's charge, he didn't understand how terrifying this invincible first force in the North was.

The galloping war horse made the earth sway, and the muffled sound of horse hooves hit everyone's hearts, making them breathless.

People who have not seen this scene with their own eyes will never be able to imagine the chilling aura of an elite cavalry like the Black Cavalry when they charge up.

Looking down from the top of the city, it was like a black torrent bursting a bank, rushing forward with an unstoppable momentum.

At this time, Colin was at the head of this black torrent.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the moment when he followed the Marquis Garcia and led three thousand heavy cavalry to break through the army of trolls on the ice field six months ago.

This indomitable and invincible feeling is the same as before.

The only difference is that this black cavalry now belongs to his army!

"Zhang Gong! Zhang Gong!"

There was a hoarse roar from the officers in the eastern army formation.

As the bowstring hummed into one piece, the black and crushed arrows rose from the eastern army formation into the sky, mixed with scalp tingling, and fell into the queue of the black cavalry.

However, those who charge at the front row of the Black Cavalry are heavy cavalry wearing full armor.

These five hundred heavy cavalry are like a steel shield, and they can block all the arrows that will strike in the future.

After two rounds of arrow rain, the forward of the Black Cavalry had already arrived at a distance of about a hundred paces in front of the Eastern Border Army.

In the next moment, the most visually striking scene of this battle will be staged soon.

Colin clamped the lance tightly under his right arm, took a deep breath, held his breath, and greeted the upcoming collision.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, even overshadowing the rumble of horse hooves.

The cavalry forward of the Black Cavalry finally slammed into the eastern infantry formation.

At this moment, the shield broke and the spear broke.

Countless lives disappear like fireworks.

Blood is like cheap dyes, tossed arbitrarily.

The screams and fractures were endless.

In the cruel and **** scene, the terrible impact of the cavalry was immediately revealed.

The neat shield wall was torn apart at the moment of collision, creating countless gaps.

The subsequent light cavalry did not waste the results of the life and blood exchanged by the heavy cavalry in front. They almost stepped on the corpses of the enemy and their colleagues, swarming in from various gaps, and rushed to the east army to slaughter them.

The Marquis Vincent at the head of the city has closed his eyes in pain.

From the moment the shield wall in front of the East Territory Army was smashed, the outcome of this battle had been determined.

At this time, he really understood why his father was so afraid of the Northern Army.

This black cavalry, born from years of **** battles with the troll empire, is simply not something that the long-standing Eastern Army can contend.

Opening his eyes again, the Marquis of Vincent saw a blood-stained northern knight who was cutting off the pure day horse flag of the Saint-Pros family with a single sword.

The trend is over.