Lorran Hill stood up from the tent. Since she had prepared before, she changed into a close-fitting hunting suit to facilitate movement.

When he opened the curtain of the tent, the loud sound of rain came to his face. The six riders guarding outside the tent were surprised to see her appear. Unable to wait for the riders to ask, Lolan Hill shook the big copper bell hanging at the door of the tent. The sound was very special even on rainy nights, alarming many guards who had not yet fallen asleep.

The girl asked several riders beside her to inform all the personnel immediately, put on armor and prepare for battle.

As the chamber of commerce guards in the tent were woken up one by one, the sound of horse hooves in the distance became closer and closer.

Unable to wait, I didn't expect that the enemy's marching speed did not decrease in the rain, but was faster. Lolan Hill made a quick decision and asked some of the prepared guards to line up in three rows on the avenue, with each row being separated by 3 meters. In this way, even if the cavalry broke through the first floor, the overall line would not collapse immediately. They still had to face the spears and crossbows in the back row.

Several team leaders took their people to move quickly. In the heavy rain, shouts were heard one after another in the camp, with rapid steps and movements everywhere.

The 12 spearmen formed the first line of defense. They stood behind the wooden fence, and the sound of running horse hooves was already obvious. Even they vaguely realized that the arrival was not good. The cold rain water wet the clothes and armor on the shoulders, and the water flow on the gun rod also made the tight hands a little slippery. They were anxiously watching the dark and blurred rain screen ahead, as if a beast that would rush out from it at any time.

The second and third rows are still spearmen, and behind the third row are sword and shield soldiers suitable for melee. They protect the crossbowmen and other non-combatants behind them. Several minions set up six large braziers and poured in tinder oil to ignite them, so that they could burn even on rainy days.

Loran Hill was wearing the black hooded robe she had before, riding on a horse, looking at the blurry black shadows in the distant mountains, holding a matte crossbow in his hand, which was a gift from the Yagtilin family before leaving, [Magnetic Black Crossbow] (Excellent silver level).

It was as if a narwhal pierced the ice layer above his head, and a group of cavalry in black armor suddenly ran out of the turning intersection ahead and rushed towards the camp.

They wore unknown black masks, and the specially made masks did not affect their breathing even in the rain, and the dark red patterns on them also added a bit of horror.

This group of black cavalry probably has the level of Sequence 2, but their staff and rainwater are very good. Not only does it not affect the movement during heavy rains, but it is much stronger than usual. On the other hand, the riders and guards on Lorran Hill have more than 10 people in Sequence 2 and more than 30 people in Sequence 1, and the overall more than 100 people are affected by various negative effects of the rainwater, but they are not as strong as the other party.

The leader hiding among the cavalry saw the guards waiting in the camp, his pupils shrank slightly, but hesitated. A special whistle sounded, and the black cavalry took out a javelin and threw it out quickly in the rain.

It was a time to say that, and then the galloping cavalry rushed to the front of the formation in a blink of an eye, while the spearmen in the front row groaned and fell down with the javelin where the flesh was inserted.

The dense sound of the crossbow bow sounded, but unfortunately, due to the influence of the rain, most of them did not hit the vital point, but were inserted into the thick armor and did not penetrate. Only one of them passed through the eye socket of a cavalry, and the black-clad cavalry also fell from the horse.

First, the black-clad cavalry rushed to the front of the formation and raised the cavalry that had been ready to go. The turbid rain surrounded it. As the cavalry hit, the wooden fence in front was smashed, clearing the obstacles for the subsequent troops' attack.

The remaining long-sellers in the first row no longer hesitated. He roared, picked up his spear, strode forward, and stabbed forward suddenly into the chest of the war horse. The huge inertia of the war horse brought the spearman down, but then he slipped forward in the rain, falling heavily off the cavalry on his back.

Then the spearmen in the second row also had a violent impact. The spears were against the spears, and neither side did dodge, or there was no time to dodge. Then the sound of steel piercing into the flesh and blood. Several black-clad cavalry were lifted high from the saddle by the spears, and then landed on the road where the rain flowed, and had no rebirth.

It is not easy for the long-time hottest people to have a chance. Even if the turbid current is not hitting the vital points, the internal organs in the body are broken, lying horizontally on the ground and unable to stand up again.

The sound of the bowstrings of the second wave of crossbows sounded densely. Because the distance was very close this time, several black-clad cavalrymen covered the arrowheads on their necks and fell unwillingly from the horse's back and rolled into the rain next to the road.

The subsequent black-clad cavalry rushed to the front of the third platoon leader. The neighing of the war horses, the collision of armor, the interception of gun blades, and the tight wall of humans were suddenly tilted. The sword and shield soldiers behind immediately rushed up to fill the gap to prevent the front from being dispersed.

Seeing that the gap was about to close, the leader of the black cavalry shouted loudly. The rainwater in a radius of nearly a hundred meters was quickly absorbed by it and the water flow surrounding the spear turned rapidly in a spiral shape. Then, it rushed forward like a shell, causing surging water waves and violent sonic booms. The formation of the camp was like a big axe, revealing a wide gap.

In this way, the fragile crossbowmen and protected core personnel behind were exposed to the fierce black-clad cavalry.

Is it too late? Just after shooting two crossbow arrows, the group of cavalry broke through the front line and rushed to the front.

Looking at the shocking scene ahead, Lolan Hill threw away the crossbow in his hand and drew out a sharp long sword from his waist.

She is not someone who will give in easily, and a clear voice is heard in the rain at this moment.

"Rise your gun and charge with me!"

The 10 Lan Lan riders beside him pulled down the mask on their helmets, and immediately followed the brave young lady. The war horse under her crotch began to run with all her might. The lance sank slightly, and the blue cold light began to shine at the blade of the gun.

The black-clad cavalry on the opposite side watched this scene without saying a word, but the speed of advance was faster. The cavalry on both sides continued to disperse the guards who wanted to close the front, while the twenty cavalry in the middle sprinted with all their might. The turbid current began to surround the cavalry, and the armor on their bodies also reflected waves of water.

The cavalry on both sides collided like roaring trains. From the moment they fought, more than a dozen figures were thrown high from the saddle and then rolled down.

The queues of both sides quickly crossed and ran for nearly a hundred meters before barely stopped. In the pouring rain, Lolan Hill's face was pale, and a long wound was cut on his right arm. Blood stained his clothes and robe. She gasped violently before taking out a potion from her arms and taking it.

The leader of the black cavalry fell forever in a pool of blood, and the ending of the battle was decided at this moment.
Chapter completed!