Chapter 395 Storm (Eight)

"Madman! How could there be such a madman!"

On the north bank of the Rose River, the black-faced man's eyes were ripped and he smashed the window railing with one punch.

Fires surged into the sky on both sides, and the invading cavalry teams rushed directly on the frozen river, like the iron stream of hell rushing out of the flame gate.

The ice surface could not bear the trampling of horse hooves and screamed and shattered; the cavalry kept shortening without warning and disappeared into the ups and downs.

However, the iron flow rate does not have any hysteresis, but is getting faster and faster.

Especially the front-line.

It was a man with a shiny silver armor; it was a tall and slender white horse, as fast as a shooting star.

The sound of hooves that penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the black-faced man's eagle guards and the rioters one after another.

"The 1000 men! Shock, move forward!"

Colonel Bern couldn't take care of reinforcements from where they came from. He captured the enemy's aura and resolutely joined the only team of veterans who remained in office.

"Impact!" The centurion raised the military flag, drew out his sword, and took the lead: "Go forward!"

The silent Monta soldiers once again rushed to the barricade like a tide.

There were tigers in front and wolves behind. The rioters who were just busy tearing down doors and windows, moving furniture, and building the next barricade were all at a loss at this moment, as if they were stunned.

Suddenly, someone screamed, jumped off the barricade, threw away his weapons, and rolled and crawled into the city.

Others also woke up like a dream. Some slipped away with the stolen things, while others rushed into the house and wanted to get another handful.

Even those who did not escape on the spot were frightened, and there was no excitement and arrogance of repelling the garrison just now.

The subordinates of the black-faced man tried their best to maintain order, but once the defeat began, they could no longer be curbed.

The rioters gathered on St. Peter's and St. John's Streets were either tempted, entangled, incited, or simply to vent their desires.

They are like gathered wild bees and ants, obeying instinct rather than acting rationally.

The black-faced man wanted to turn the defeat around, but he had no time to send orders because the cavalry team had already reached the battlefield like lightning.

The figure of the silver-armored white horse in the front rushed straight to the rock beach, splashing a series of sparks.

The river bank that was nearly one person high blocked his way, as if it was an insurmountable wall.

The unusually divine white horse made a loud neigh, curled up its legs, stretched out suddenly, and jumped up, standing on the river bank as if it was light.

Not to mention the rioters behind the barricade, even Colonel Bern and Lieutenant Colonel Thomas were stunned.

"This...I..." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas widened his eyes, his face flushed, and suddenly said: "Whose horse from this family? Can you borrow it and match it?"

When Colonel Bern heard this, he was so angry that he could not say anything about the lieutenant colonel in public, so he simply ignored Thomas and turned around and ordered the messenger: "Take the communication flag to contact this cavalry team and ask them to send someone who can talk."

The messenger received the order, took over the green swallowtail flag, and rode his horse towards the barricade.

In contrast, the rioters near the barricade have no room for "thinking whether they can match it".

Because after the silver-armored cavalry jumped onto the river bank, they easily jumped over the fences along the river houses and rushed directly behind the barricades.

It was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and the silver-armored cavalry drove out and killed, and they could not stand the slightest order of the thugs.

Gunshots rang one after another, but the white horse was quick and agile, and he jumped left and right without slowing down. The lead that was out of the bore either fell in the empty space or brushed by a figure.

Another gunshot, and the silver-armored cavalry, Winters, caught a glimpse of the flashing flames at the entrance of the alley.

He paused the continuous casting of the deflection technique and shot two flying arrows in the general direction of the gun flame. Regardless of whether it hit or not, he activated the deflection technique again and drove Changfeng to continue to rush around.

With a loud bang, Bern's veterans, a team of 100 men, exploded the burning barricade and broke through the barricade.

The cavalry team left behind by Winters also rushed to the battlefield from the lower terrain.

Militia from the North City district waving their sabers clumsily while shouting "Surrender to avoid death", blocking St. Paul's Street from the rear.

Under the attack on both sides, the rioters who were still arrogant just now ran away with their heads in their arms, completely revealing the nature of the mob. They desperately leaped into the secret passage of the alley, and even jumped down the river to escape to the other side.

In the chaos, four heavily armored cavalrymen were desperate to drill through the long street and rushed directly to the silver armored white horse cavalry.

"You're late." Winters smiled and waved.

The heavily armored cavalry in the head, Father Kaman, jumped off the saddle in anger, and pulled Winters off the horse, who was still saying hello, and pressed it to the ground.

"You don't want to die?" Kaman roared like thunder: "You don't want to die?!"

Seeing that someone was about to be beaten, the other three quickly pulled the priest away.

Charles helped Winters up: "Father Kaman means 'What if there is a wizard'? Alas, I think what the priest said actually makes sense, and you have to think more about it..."

Although the other two guards didn't say anything, they also had three points of blame in their eyes.

Winters lost and sincerely apologized: "I will definitely not do this again next time, I promise."

Kaman, who was pulled by two guards, yelled and kicked over: "Then hell will he be the next time?"

...

The north bank of the Rose River.

The black-faced man saw the hands arranged on the south bank being defeated like wind and clouds, but he was helpless.

At the same time, an unknown number of infantry were detouring from the upper reaches to the north shore.

The black-faced man took out a round silver box, opened the lid and took a look, and ordered unwillingly: "Anyway, it has blocked the legion for a long time - according to the original plan, retreat separately!"

Through a unique communication method, the message was quickly passed to all Eagle Guards.

In a private house on the shore, a swordsman received a command to retreat and suddenly drew his sword and stabbed the one-handed man beside him.

The one-handed man is a notorious pickpocket leader in the old town of Steel Fort, and his seven subordinates are on the barricades on the south bank.

After killing the one-handed man, the swordsman took out the property in the man's arms, arranged everything as if it was an uneven distribution of spoils, and threw the torch into the corner and quickly withdrew from the house.

Similar things happened elsewhere at the same time, and the swordsmen were cleared out before leaving.

However, some people came faster than they expected.

The sound of horse hooves echoed in the valley, and the black-faced man stopped and listened, and was shocked to find that the sound of horse hooves did not come from the west, but from the east!

To the east? The garrison outside the Gangbao City has no cavalry!

But the ears would not lie, and a small cavalry was racing towards them from St. John's Street.

After briefly weighing the pros and cons, the black-faced man decisively abandoned his horse and fled into the courtyard of the roadside residents.

But the visitor had seen him, and he also saw the visitor: the slender war horse with a long neck sprayed with heat, and the slightly curved saber flashed with dim blue light.

"Stop!" The visitor shouted.

The black-faced man ran into the yard without looking back, knocked open the door, and rushed to the backyard.

The rider behind him once again went beyond his expectations, not chasing those easier preys, but followed him without hesitation.

...

The south bank of the Rose River.

The rioters who blocked the garrison into the city were defeated, and soldiers in front were rushing to demolish the barricades, flattening the fired houses, and clearing obstacles for the large army to march.

"Don't waste time!" Colonel Bern waved his hand and pointed at the Rose River and ordered: "Since the mess on the shore is gone, then go directly to the river channel and enter the city."

"It may not be safe to go directly to the river." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas is cautious by nature, and he suggested: "Or send engineers to tear down some wooden boards from the house and lay them on the ice?"

The colonel glared and pointed at the shadowy cavalry in front of him: "Those guys dare to walk on the ice, what are we afraid of?"

The lieutenant colonel is familiar with the colonel's temper and knows that he can't compete.

However, he also had his own way of dealing with it. When summoning the centurion to arrange the order of action, he also stuffed the house and the planks into the order - as a minor instruction.

After the centurions were assigned the mission and sent the messengers to contact the strange cavalry team back, two riders with uniform armor came with them, one of which was the "silver armored white horse" who jumped onto the shore.

The silver-armored cavalry galloped to Colonel Bern, neither dismounting or taking off his helmet, but simply raised his hand to salute.

"Sir." He laughed and asked loudly, "How about my cavalry?"

Officer Monta was stunned.

Colonel Bern's brows were tightly twisted and slowly unfolded.

The flag-holding officer behind the colonel could not hold back. He was about to speak out and teach this rude guy a lesson, but the colonel spoke first.

"Your cavalry?" the colonel also asked with a smile.

"Yes, mine."

Bern looked at the reassembling cavalry team and saw several familiar faces. He pointed at the cavalry team: "Aren't they all Steel Fortmen?"

"Sabers look at the blade, and the cavalry is the general." The silver-armored man replied with a sensation: "They follow me, and naturally they will be my cavalry."

"Skewer!" Colonel Bern laughed loudly, looked at Changfeng, and asked, "This one is much better than the one you rode last time. What? This one is what you want to give me?"

Lieutenant Colonel Thomas stood up his ears instantly.

"This one doesn't work, this one is my trophy." Winters said cheerfully: "Other horses are free to choose."

Changfeng made irritable roars, as if he was very dissatisfied with the statement of "trophy".
To be continued...