I was a knight in the Middle Ages

On the other side of the battlefield, the situation instantly reversed when Zahir led two hundred fresh troops into the fray.

Nine hundred civilian knights, brimming with morale, faced eight hundred bandit knights who were already terrified. The balance of the battle had completely shifted.

By noon, the psychological defenses of the Helas bandits finally collapsed completely.

They abandoned their armor and weapons and fled in all directions, completely ignoring Hylas's roars and curses.

These rabble, who usually only bully the weak and fear the strong, revealed their cowardly nature when faced with this head-on, life-or-death battle.

"Don't pursue a cornered enemy; follow me to support Lord Lei!"

Murat, who had just finished the battle, didn't even have time to catch his breath before immediately leading his blood-soaked subordinates to plunge into the battlefield of the noble knights without hesitation!

Even though they knew they might be defeated in a single encounter with the Empire's elite forces, Murat did not back down in the slightest.

Because behind them lies the dignity and future they protect with their lives!

Before them lay Lord Lei, who would lead them to the light. They had neither the chance nor the time to do it again.

The battlefield of the noble knights was already a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The number of dead and wounded knights had exceeded half, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of blood.

Just as a huge head shot into the sky, bathed in sunlight, the face still bore the marks of endless fear and resentment.

Everyone saw it clearly; that was the new commander-in-chief, and along with that treacherous Tony, they were both dead!

This scene became the final straw that broke the psychological defenses of the noble knights.

Their proud commander was dead, and their last shred of courage vanished with him.

Facing the six "Death Knights" in front of him who looked like gods of death descending to earth, and Athena who came back from behind like a ghost.

These once high and mighty imperial knights turned pale and involuntarily shrank back, their eyes filled with endless fear.

Just then, from the other side of the rocky slope, amidst billowing dust, another cavalry unit galloped towards them.

Everyone felt a chill, thinking that the nobles' reinforcements had arrived.

However, when the banner embroidered with the word "Hero" appeared on the horizon...

A wildly joyful smile instantly bloomed on Best's blood-stained face.

"Commander Elta! You've finally arrived!" Best shouted excitedly, dragging his injured body. "Look! They've defeated the noble knights! We won! We really won!"

The newcomer was none other than Elta, the leader of the "Heroic Adventurers' Guild".

He led a thousand well-rested elite knights to the edge of the battlefield.

Unexpectedly, Hylas, who was fleeing in a sorry state, also ran towards Elta.

Thinking he had found a savior, he shouted hoarsely, "Commander Elta! Quick! Kill them! They're already at their last gasp and are no match for us! If we join forces, we'll split the spoils!"

Am I one of you?

Elta remained expressionless, her eyes as cold as ice that had never melted.

He didn't even glance at Hylas, simply waving his hand lightly.

"Pfft!"

A flash of cold light, and Hylas's still-talking head flew high into the air.

He could never believe that he would die at the hands of Elta, a fellow bandit.

In the blink of an eye, of the three bandit groups that once existed in the rocky slope, only Alta's group remained.

"Gather forces! Clear the battlefield! Treat the wounded!" Alpha, enduring excruciating pain, issued the order with all his might.

At this moment, facing the routed noble soldiers, Alpha and his men had no strength left to pursue them.

It's a miracle they can even stand.

"Commander Elta, those noble knights are trying to escape! Let's chase after them! Let's leave them all here!" Best, though covered in wounds, was still full of fighting spirit. He looked at Elta and pleaded.

However, Elta seemed not to hear.

His gaze passed over Best and was fixed on Alpha and the five knights of light behind him.

His eyes were deep, as if he were weighing something.

"Commander Elta, thank you for your support." Alpha took a deep breath and, with Peter in tow, walked step by step toward Elta.

Although his steps were heavy, each step was taken with unwavering determination.

Alpha knew that this was the most dangerous moment.

If Elta chooses to take action, none of them will survive.

“If possible, we are willing to share the spoils with you, including the equipment left behind by those noble knights,” Alpha offered his bargaining chip.

Even if it meant sacrificing half his fortune, he had to keep the unfathomable commander in front of him in check.

“We’re just passing through. We’ll leave immediately after we’re done resting and won’t stay any longer,” Alpha explained calmly, trying to show that he posed no threat.

"Commander Elta, our enemies are nobles! We should join forces and wipe them all out here!" Best also sensed something was wrong and said anxiously.

“They are bandits, kill them.” Elta did not answer, but a warrior as burly as a small mountain stepped out from behind him.

The warrior wielded a massive battle axe, and with each step he took, the ground trembled slightly, emanating a powerful sense of oppression.

"Then let's see if you have the ability."

Alpha will not be explained further.

He knew that words were futile in the face of absolute power.

Alpha let out a low growl, and with a sudden burst of power from his legs, he leaped high into the air like a cannonball.

He slashed down with his long sword, concentrating all the remaining strength in his body into this desperate, all-or-nothing strike!

"The Power of Silence! — Annihilation Slash!"

The long-awaited attack was finally unleashed, its powerful force erupting like a volcano, slamming down on the giant!

To everyone's horror, the mountain-sized warrior was cleaved in two by Alpha's single strike!

He was neatly sliced ​​open from head to crotch and collapsed to the ground with a thud!

"Boom!"

Not only the giant man, but even the earth trembled violently.

A massive, bottomless chasm, as if cleaved open by a god's giant axe, tore the land between the two men, stretching all the way to Alta's horse!

This attack was earth-shattering, terrifying everyone present, making them hold their breath.

"Commander Elta, we are not enemies." After landing, Alpha swayed but managed to stand up.

Alpha, with Peter in tow, slowly retreated back to their own camp.

Blood was continuously oozing from Alpha's mouth.

At this moment, Alpha and the five Knights of Light stood like six insurmountable mountains, blocking the path of Elta's thousand-strong army.

Behind Alfa were less than five hundred remnants of the defeated army led by Murat and Zahir;

Behind Elta were a thousand well-equipped elite knights, waiting in comfort.

The two sides faced off, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The wind howled between the two armies, but it could not dispel the suffocating killing intent.

"You have three days to take your people and leave the rocky slope."

Ultimately, Alta chose to compromise.

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

This was a decision made after a combination of reason and ideals.

In fact, the nobles had already contacted him secretly, promising to offer him amnesty, to make him the sole ruler of his own household, and even to make him a true imperial knight...

However, before them stood a group of ragged, yet steely-willed commoner knights.

And their eyes, filled with a determination to protect their beliefs at all costs, ultimately led Elta to make her own choice.

At this moment, Best stood in the mess of the camp, looking around blankly.

The afternoon sun was dazzling and scorching, but he felt a bone-chilling cold.

His eyes, once full of ideals and passion, were now bloodshot, filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Best couldn't understand, he really couldn't understand his commander, Elta.

Alta, who once swore with him to "rob the rich to help the poor and protect the common people".

The regimental commander, whom he regarded as his spiritual pillar, seemed to have completely disappeared at that moment yesterday.

Instead, he was replaced by a ruthless and unfathomable figure who seemed completely unfamiliar to him.

Best clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, but quickly let it loosen weakly.

He felt an unprecedented sense of bewilderment; where was his way home?

Back with the adventurer's party, Best couldn't face his companions who might have already turned bad.

Staying here, he didn't know where to go or what to do next.

Best is like a lost soul abandoned in the wilderness, unable to find its way.

"Zahir, you take a squad to cover the rear and keep watch on the Elta people. Murat, you're in charge of gathering all the remaining soldiers and counting their numbers. Old John, you're in charge of taking care of all the wounded, make sure nothing goes wrong. The rest of you, come back with me to rest!"

Although Alpha's voice was weak, it carried an undeniable authority.

Alpha was barely holding on; if he weren't riding that equally exhausted warhorse, his body would probably have collapsed to the ground as if it had fallen apart.

The continuous high-intensity battles and the excessive depletion of internal energy and fighting spirit had already pushed Alpha to the limits of his body.

With no external threats, Alpha could no longer hold on as soon as he returned to the occupied bandit camp, and collapsed to sleep in a random room.

The maid, Fanxing, hurriedly stepped forward and laboriously removed his heavy armor, which was soaked in blood and dust.

As she carefully wiped Alpha's body, which was covered in wounds and bruises, her eyes were filled with tears of heartache.

Fanxing dared not be negligent in the slightest, holding Alpha's arm with both hands and silently urging her meager power of time.

It carefully repaired the hideous wounds on its master's body, trying to buy Alpha a little time to recover and a chance to live.

This sleep lasted for a full day and night.

Alpha didn't open his eyes until the first rays of sunlight shone through the broken windowpane on the starry, weary yet focused face of the next morning.

Looking at the girl who had always been silently protecting him, a warm feeling welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but gently embrace her.

The two embraced silently, a gesture that spoke volumes.

This brief moment of tenderness offered a touch of soft comfort to Alpha's heart, which had become cold and hardened by the carnage.

After a passionate session, Alpha felt refreshed and relaxed.

It wasn't until nearly noon that Alpha carefully pulled away from Fanxing's arm, stood up energetically, and began to inspect the camp that had just changed hands.

Alpha's primary focus is on the reconstruction of the military.

Alpha summoned Murat and Zahir, and with a wave of his hand, issued a new order: "You two, each select your most elite warriors to form a knightly order of two hundred men. Their weapons and equipment should be chosen primarily from the captured noble knights' gear; arm them to the teeth!"