I was a knight in the Middle Ages

"I am the commander, Terman! I'm alright! Hold the line! Hold the line!" At this moment, Terman, who had been hiding in the back, finally couldn't help but step forward and shouted at the top of his lungs.

However, for the vassal group that had already lost faith, Tierman's appearance was of no use whatsoever.

All they needed now was an excuse to surrender, and the rumor that "the leader is dead" was the perfect reason.

Once the shadow of failure looms over them, they can never get back up.

"Help! Quickly ask the strategist for help! Tell them to bring people to rescue me!" Seeing the battlefield situation collapse in an instant, Tierman also panicked.

He discovered that his main force was unable to mount an effective resistance against the combined attack of Alpha and Murat.

Even though the enemy was exhausted, they still unleashed astonishing fighting power.

"Kill!" Alpha's roar completely drowned out Terman's faint attempt at self-justification.

Seeing Alpha wielding a blood-dripping longsword, looking like a god of death, and the armored rhinoceros stepping over corpses and approaching step by step, Terman was so terrified that he lost his mind and wet himself.

Tierman was unable to muster any more knights to resist, and only one thought remained in his mind—escape!

Faced with this one-sided situation that was as easy as cutting melons and vegetables, Murat directly led his elite troops, like a steel knife, to cut off the main force of the bandits from the middle.

Faced with such a desperate situation, Tierman's main force also completely collapsed.

They abandoned their armor and fled in all directions.

With only a hundred or so elite troops, Murat routed these once-arrogant bandits like sheep.

At this moment, they had no will to resist whatsoever; they only regretted that their parents had given them two more legs.

"How is this possible? How could the commander fail?!" The strategist's feather fan fell to the ground with a "thud." His face was ashen, his eyes wide open, and his expression was full of disbelief.

In his view, it should have been a crushing victory for Terrman to lead 500 elite troops against Alpha's ragged rabble.

"Strategist! Strategist!" The sentry who came to deliver the message was out of breath, his voice trembling.

To exaggerate the severity of the situation, he subconsciously exaggerated, "The situation is extremely critical! The enemy is well-prepared and has launched a four-pronged attack. The regimental commander is surrounded and his life hangs by a thread! Please, strategist, send troops to rescue him immediately!"

In fact, this was pure exaggeration; at the time, Terman still held a significant advantage.

However, the sentry did not witness the final moments of the battle. If he had seen Tierman fleeing like a stray dog, then everything he said would have been true.

"Pass on my order! Follow me and lead four hundred elite knights to provide full-speed reinforcements!" After a brief moment of astonishment, the strategist quickly regained his composure.

He was well aware of Terman's importance—he was not only their leader, but also a key link to the noble forces behind them.

The nobles' orders were not to be disobeyed. If Terman were defeated and killed, their main force of five hundred men would lose its meaning.

At that time, they will face two dead ends: either be completely purged by the nobles as expendable pawns, skinned alive and dismembered;

They would either become rootless bandits, engaging in brutal battles with the other two fierce bandit groups in this rocky slope, vying for survival in this tiny place.

Either way, it's a hellish scene.

They had no choice but to risk everything to rescue them.

However, less than an incense stick's time had passed since the strategist led four hundred elite troops away from the camp to the battlefield.

The heavily guarded camp gate deep in the canyon opened a crack amidst a sickening creaking sound.

Zaxi'er!

He led a hundred elite knights, like ghosts, and took advantage of the lack of defenses to sneak into the seemingly impregnable bandit stronghold!

By the time the remaining bandits noticed something amiss and sounded a piercing alarm, it was already too late.

Peter the Dark Elf was already roaming around the camp, and with Zahir's surprise attack, most of the remaining bandits were killed in a very short time.

Control of the camp is changing hands at a visible pace.

It's only a matter of time before we completely take control of the bandit camp.

"Commander! We're here!"

Less than half an hour later, the strategist arrived at the battlefield with exhausted but fierce reinforcements.

However, at this moment, Terrman was already terrified by Alfa's ferocity.

Even though there was only one person and one beast behind him, he couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance.

Under the strategist's bewildered gaze, Terman didn't even glance at the reinforcements.

Tierman only cared about gripping his mount tightly and continued to flee forward in a sorry state, completely exposing the entire battle line to the enemy!

But a strategist is a strategist after all. When he saw Alpha standing alone in the middle of the narrow valley, he immediately realized that this was a perfect opportunity to kill the enemy chieftain.

The strategist acted decisively, organizing the remaining two hundred or so elite knights into a charging formation, ready to crush this reckless fellow into mincemeat in one fell swoop!

However, they all made a fatal mistake—seriously underestimating the armored rhinoceros's terrifying, lawless impact force!

Its massive body, like a moving mountain, carrying immense force, crashed into the strategist's meticulously organized defensive formation.

In an instant, the knight at the front, along with his horse, was smashed to pieces, the sound of bones breaking like popping beans.

The defensive line of two hundred men was as fragile as paper in the face of this absolute power, and it crumbled instantly!

Despite its rampage, the number of enemies actually killed by the rhinoceros is not large, given its limited frontal impact width.

But the terrifying deterrent effect and the chaos it caused utterly routed the entire bandit gang.

Alpha's relentless pursuit was not aimed at killing Thelman immediately.

Alpha's real purpose was to hold off the reinforcements and prevent them from retreating to their camp!

Because Alpha knew that Zahir's hundred knights were seizing the camp.

In this battle, there is no turning back; we can only advance, not retreat!

When Alpha pursued the fleeing soldiers all the way to the outskirts of the Tierman camp, the situation had already reversed.

Tierman had fewer than fifty guards left, while Alpha's armored rhinoceroses were blocked by a treacherous canyon pass called "A Line of Sky".

The narrow passage was only wide enough for one person to pass through; even giant beasts could not pass through it.

Alpha dismounted from the rhinoceros, wielding a long sword, and chased after it alone without hesitation.

Having lost the intimidation of the armored rhinoceros, Tierman seemed to have regained a bit of courage.

Seeing that Alpha was all alone, Terman was seized by a sudden urge to commit evil and sent out more than ten assassins to intercept him.

However, without weapons, Alpha's combat capabilities entered a completely new and despairing realm!

That was the ultimate technique Alpha learned from the mysterious "Celestial Master"—the "Heart-Shattering Palm"!

Alpha, unarmed, moved like a ghost among the bandit knights.

His palm seemed to land lightly on the enemy's thick plate armor, without making any metallic clanging sound.

But the bandit knight was struck as if by a battering ram, his massive body jolting violently.

His chest caved in at a visible speed, and blood gushed from his mouth mixed with fragments of his internal organs. He died on the spot!

The plate armor was intact, but the flesh and blood inside had been shattered to pieces!

Seeing such a horrific method of killing, this is no longer human, but clearly a demon from hell!

The last shred of courage that Terman had mustered instantly crumbled. He screamed again and turned to run away.

"Open the door! Open the door now! It's me! I'm the commander!" Tierman looked at the gate of the stockade, which was so close yet as tight as an iron wall, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

However, the gate remained firmly shut, like the gate to a cold tomb.

The only good news was that the strategist, with the remaining two hundred knights, finally reached the pass.

At this moment, Alpha is trapped inside the pass, facing an attack from two hundred ferocious knights, and it seems unlikely that it can escape.

"Don't worry about me, the gate can't be opened!" Just as Tierman was in despair, Alpha's voice shouted towards the city wall.

Terman looked up abruptly and saw that Peter, Zahir, and the others had firmly occupied the city wall and were looking down at him from their high position.

Behind them, flames soared into the sky within the camp, clearly indicating that it had fallen into enemy hands!

Although the gate to the village was closed, Peter immediately nimbly slid down the rope that had been prepared beforehand, accompanied by the taciturn young man from the East.

"Sir, you go first, leave this to me!" After landing, Peter, wielding two daggers, stood in front of Alpha like a black lightning bolt.

“Just some petty bandits, nothing to worry about!” Alpha didn’t even glance at Zahir on the city wall.

His gaze was fixed on the enemy outside the pass, his voice as cold as ice, "Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

Looking at the narrow pass less than three meters wide in front of him, the Alphard stood proudly, truly a formidable fortress!

"Kill!" The strategist and Terman couldn't care less about anything else at this moment.

Enraged by Alpha's arrogance, they commanded their remaining troops to launch a final pincer attack on Alpha and Peter from both the front and rear.

"I'll hold off the main force in front, you guys take care of those thirty remnants behind you!" Alpha roared, holding nothing back anymore.

He knew all too well that this was the final moment that would decide the outcome.

Before he finished speaking, Alpha's powerful inner strength, which had been hidden for so long, suddenly erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for thousands of years!

Half an hour later, the battle was nearing its end. However, just as the strategist was preparing to make a final stand, a commotion suddenly broke out behind the bandits.

Immediately afterwards, a lone rider cut through the chaotic crowd like lightning and charged in!

It's Knight Gold!

Unable to suppress his fighting spirit and sense of duty, he led Murat and his elite civilian knights to deliver a fatal blow to the bandits from behind.

Of course, this was also Athena's instruction. Although she could no longer understand Alpha's self-determination, she could not allow Alpha to die on the battlefield.

Ahead, Alpha remained a tireless killing machine, its long sword flashing up and down, each strike bringing forth a shower of blood.

The arrival of Knight King from the rear threw the bandits into complete disarray.

Caught between two attacks, this bandit force that once ran rampant in Luanshipo is now on the verge of collapse.

"Lord Lei, you have fulfilled your mission!"

At this moment, Peter and the young man from the East, like demons emerging from a sea of ​​blood, stepped forward.

They were carrying a bloody human head in their hands—it was none other than the bandit leader, Terman!

The two men were covered in blood, their eyes cold and sharp, like ghosts and gods from the deepest hell.

Wherever they went, the remaining bandits were terrified and fled in all directions.

Alpha itself is a "blood-stained glory".

He looked as if he had just been pulled out of a pool of blood; dark red blood plasma soaked through his entire armor, dripping continuously from the gaps in the armor plates and pooling on the ground into a shocking pool of blood.