I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 456: Fierce Battle, Encirclement and Annihilation of Bandit Knights

"Who issued the bounty?" Alpha's voice was like an ice-hardened blade, cutting through the silence of the night.

"Karas! The Karas Thieves!" Red-haired man burst into tears and banged his forehead heavily on the gravel.

"They are the overlords of the grasslands, claiming to have 34 soldiers, and committing all kinds of evils! We only know that their stronghold is in the Black Mane Steppe at the border of Romania and Bulgaria, and the rest... we really don't know!" As the voice fell, a foul odor mixed with feces and urine suddenly exploded, and Red Hair actually lost control of his bladder in extreme fear.

"Has the news spread?" As Alpha leaned forward, the silver ornaments on his armor made a crackling sound.

The red-haired man stared at the new bone saw on Mash's waist, his teeth chattering: "They took the initiative to contact us! They said that if there is no response before sunset tomorrow... they will bring their main force to massacre here!"

The night wind blew dead leaves across the camp, and Alpha brought a chill when he stood up, but he was skeptical.

A group of 10,000 thieves was large enough to overthrow a kingdom; this was clearly a carefully planned conspiracy.

"Mashu, randomly select ten people for retrial." Alpha sheathed the dagger, and the sound of metal colliding was as clear as a death knell.

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Mashu knelt on one knee and licked the blood on her lips greedily with the tip of her tongue: "As you wish, sir."

As Mashu stood up and walked towards the group of captives, the torture device around her waist made a teeth-grinding friction sound, as if it was a call from hell.

As Alpha looked at the grassland in the north, he had already begun to deduce in his mind how to tear apart the enemy's carefully woven web in the coming storm.

The camp at midnight was like solidified black amber, with only Mashu's figure breaking the silence like a ghost.

Mashu's bloodstained cloak glowed an eerie green in the moonlight. When the pale hands lifted the curtain of Alpha's tent, the flame of the oil lamp in the tent suddenly flickered violently.

"My Lord, those small fry are indeed just pawns." The dark elf's voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, "The Karas Thieves Group is like a nine-headed snake hidden in the fog, and the confessions of each captive cannot piece together a complete outline."

"You don't have to do everything yourself in the future. Let others do the interrogation. You are responsible for the most difficult parts and controlling the overall situation. Go back and have a rest now. We have to continue our journey tomorrow." Alpha's fingers holding the sheepskin map suddenly tightened, and the sound of clanging and knocking came from the dwarf workshop in the distance.

The dwarves were forging weapons in the moonlight, and the sparks drew tiny tracks in the night sky, like a never-ending restlessness.

Watching Mashu leave, Alpha subconsciously looked towards the bed. Fanxing was curled up in the mink blanket, and her pale cheeks finally regained some color.

Previously, Fanxing had used up all his mental energy in the underground world to heal the wounded using the elven artifact. At this moment, even his breathing was exhausted, causing Alpha's outstretched hand to stop in mid-air - all that ardent love eventually turned into a silent sigh.

The moonlight outside the tent was like flowing mercury. Alpha wrapped his cloak tightly and paced quietly.

He looked at the neatly arranged tents for the women, each with the same moon-white curtains.

Melissa's hearty laughter and Evelyn's gentle smile were now sleeping deep in a tent.

Alpha tried to capture the familiar scent of hair in his memory, but he only smelled the smell of blood and rust brought by the night wind.

In the end, Alpha could only return to the main tent, hold Fanxing's trembling body in his arms, listen to her even breathing, and ponder the unfathomable conspiracy of the Karas Thieves' Gang.

As dawn broke through the night, the camp was like an awakened beehive.

The elves had dark circles under their eyes, but the dwarves were in high spirits and surrounding the wolf circle.

More than two hundred wild wolves, wearing armor made of fine steel and with reins engraved with runes tied around their necks, quietly gnawed on horse meat under Carl's comfort.

The wolf king raised his head and let out a long, low howl. The wolves all responded in unison, and the sound waves created ripples on the grassland.

"Take the extra wolves with you." Alpha looked at the dark pack of wolves, the gilded armor glowing coldly in the morning sun, "The beast's instinct may be able to sniff out the trap."

The goblin craftsmen hurriedly handed the specially made amber goggles to the dark elves. The faint light from the lenses allowed these creatures of the night to open their eyes in the daytime.

In the dim morning light, the team is ready to go.

The captured bandits were tied to the front row of war horses, with rags stuffed in their mouths, and their terrified eyes reflected the cold light of the weapons.

Alpha jumped on his horse, and the wolf cavalry formation surged like a black torrent. He knew that these fresh baits might be able to lure out the real hunter lurking in the dark.

Under the cover of night, the camp turned into a never-extinguished furnace. The dwarf warriors, wrapped in animal skin cloaks, forged amazing war machines in the flickering firelight.

Sparks flew like fireflies, illuminating their red faces and shining eyes.

These tireless warriors spent the entire night transforming dozens of idle war horses into mobile fortresses.

Fine iron armor covers important parts of the horse's body, and on the heavy wooden frame, rotating long swords are arranged in an interlaced manner like ferocious fangs.

Three chariots with giant crossbows as their core suddenly appeared. Every time the wheels turned, the sword array made a teeth-grinding buzzing sound, like the whisper of death.

The original carriage behind the war horses was transformed into a crossbow chariot. The outer iron armor provided good protection, and the crossbow on the top provided powerful long-range attack power.

In close combat, the dark holes allow spears and bows to be extended at will, causing powerful damage to nearby enemies.

"Goblins, hold the crossbow!" Balas waved the hammer engraved with runes and commanded two green-skinned dwarves to climb onto the chariot.

These dexterous craftsmen skillfully adjusted the angle of the crossbow arm. The clicking sound of metal gears meshed with the rough shouts of the dwarves.

Alpha looked at the two mobile fortresses, and finally handed the third chariot to the dark elf commander - their pale faces became more transparent in the morning light, and the specially made amber goggles could not hide the fatigue in their eyes.

The team galloped across the May grassland, where the waist-high grass surged like a green ocean.

The forest elf Yun Duo knelt on the chariot, and his slender fingertips lightly touched the lookout net woven with vines on the roof, and suddenly his whole body was shocked.

Evelyn's horse rushed towards Alpha like an arrow, her moon-white cloak fluttering in the wind: "My lord! Yun Duo's Forest Breath has detected something unusual!"

Before he finished his words, the wolves suddenly stood up collectively, with their neck hair standing on end, and let out creepy low howls.

Baruch's axe hit the chariot's fenders hard, sending wood chips flying: "Everyone on alert!"

The dwarves deftly inserted the rotating blades into the slots, while the goblins slid into the crossbow shelter like nimble squirrels, and the squeaking sound of fully drawn bowstrings spread in the air.

Alpha's fingers stroked the sword at his waist, and his green eyes glanced around vigilantly.

The grassland seemed peaceful, but it was actually filled with murderous intent - he didn't know that at this moment Yun Duo's perception was limited by the bumpy carriage, and he couldn't unleash the true power of Forest Breathing.

But the living early warning network composed of hundreds of wild wolves had already transmitted any disturbance within a three-mile radius to everyone in the team through their uneasy whimpering and restlessness.

"Keep the formation!" Alpha raised his spear and gave a majestic command.

Alpha looked at the waves of grass swaying in the wind, and suddenly realized that this seemingly gentle grassland was about to turn into a meat grinder that devoured life.

And they have already prepared for the battle.

As the blood-red sun dyed the grassland, the ground suddenly shook.

Countless black shadows suddenly emerged from the tender green wormwood - those dwarf warriors, whose height was not even as tall as an ordinary person's waist and abdomen, rode on sturdy Nether Wolves, waving meteor hammers and rushing like a black tide.

The screaming of chains breaking through the air and the roar of hammers falling to the ground intertwined. The enemies who were hit stopped even screaming, leaving only splashing blood foam that drew dark red arcs in the twilight.

The howling sounds echoed across the grassland, but there was no sign of the attacker.

The enemies lying in ambush in the ravine could no longer hold back. With the sound of a horn, the entire sea of ​​grass was suddenly filled with dense arrow arrays.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air was like a torrential rain, but the Alpha camp had already made arrangements:

The human captive warriors in the front row formed a steel wall, and the heavy tortoise-shell shields collided with their chests, making a clanging sound;

The knight wearing fine steel scale armor sat upright on his warhorse, and the arrows hitting his breastplate only splashed a few sparks;

The most terrifying is undoubtedly the goblin army. They operate giant meat-grinder chariots with roaring gears. The heavy iron armor is covered with barbs and sharp blades. Wherever they roll over, the grass leaves instantly turn into bloody mud.

Just as the enemy's offensive was weakening, two streaks of light streaked across the sky.

The forest elves and the dark elves completed a mysterious exchange of positions - the dark elves merged into the earth like shadows, and the forest elves jumped into the chariot on the sunshine.

These children of the forest pulled their moon-silver longbows, and their arrows, with a faint blue magical light, accurately pierced the enemy's throat. Every vibration of the bowstring was accompanied by a desperate whimper.

"All troops advance! Crush these rats!" Alpha raised his sword engraved with runes, and the cold iron blade reflected a bloody light in the sunset.

However, when the legion was about to break through the enemy's line, a black wave suddenly surged over the horizon - thousands of war horses rushed over with dust that covered the sky, and the enemy's real main force arrived like the god of death.

"Chariots lead the way! Cavalry guard the wings! Contract the formation!" Alpha's order was drowned out by the drums and roars.

The dwarf warriors had bloodthirsty flames burning in their eyes. They completely ignored their commander's orders and leaped and moved among the bushes, with flesh and blood flying wherever their hammers passed.

The dwarf warriors moved flexibly on the battlefield, the goblins used mechanical arms to repair damaged chariots, and their steampunk equipment continuously sprayed out protective force fields.

Although the dwarf warriors are obsessed with killing, their discipline is still amazing.

They always formed a circular defense line with the chariot as the center, and dragged the injured comrades to the carriages at the rear in time.

On the stretchers woven from magical vines, the elven wizards chanted healing spells, and green halos flowed over the wounded, temporarily suppressing the pace of death.

Alpha stood on the chariot, watching the main enemy force approaching, with his sword pointing to the sky, ready for a real fierce battle.

The sound of iron hooves rolled across the earth like thunder. When the bandit cavalry rushed forward with scimitars raised high, they suddenly reined in their horses and stopped in front of the formation.

In the twilight, those "knights" wearing heavy armor and holding round shields slowly turned their heads, revealing pale faces covered with stitches.

The so-called elite warriors were nothing more than puppets that were completely controlled by the previous captives!

Alpha raised his hand and waved. Under precise control, the more than one hundred puppet knights slowed down and moved to both sides, falling to the sides like rotten wood sculptures, revealing the cold and shining death chariot behind them.

The three giant war machines turned slowly, the bronze chains wrapped around the body of the machine rattled, the meat grinder on the front of the machine was two people tall in diameter, and dark red blood scabs were condensed on the serrated edges.

The bandits roared and charged on their horses, but the moment they approached the chariot, they were sucked into the spinning vortex of death.

The dull sound of flesh and armor being shredded mixed with a pungent smell of blood exploded, and the flying body parts even dyed the runes on the surface of the chariot red.

"Idiot! Go around to the side! Attack the weak part!" The bandit leader's roar pierced the battlefield.

But the crazy momentum of the charge was hard to contain. The war horses neighed as they crashed into the steel cutters, and the knights and their horses were crushed into meat sauce.

Only after paying the price of more than 200 lives did the remaining cavalry manage to escape the killing radius of the chariots. The ground was soaked with blood, forming a dark red mud.

"My Lord! The corpses have blocked the wheel tracks!" The goblin engineer poked his pointed ears out from the gap in the chariot, his cloudy eyes filled with fear.

The twenty goblins are the core technical force of the legion, and the loss of each one means a significant drop in mechanical maintenance capabilities.

Alpha immediately raised his hand to stop him: "Pull back! Cover yourself!"

Before he finished speaking, four dwarf warriors flipped over and jumped onto the Nether Wolf, their chain hammers leaving afterimages in the air.

The dwarves threw out cables with barbs and quickly dragged the debris blocking the road to both sides.

They worked in perfect harmony and moved as fast as lightning, completing the cleanup before the bandit cavalry could reorganize their formation.

At this time, the bandit cavalry who had taken a detour to the rear encountered a new dilemma.

The captives bound by elven magic lay like wooden stakes in the middle of the road, the forest elves hid in the shadows of the chariots, and arrows poured down like black rain.

The most deadly murderous intent came from above their heads - the crossbow on top of the chariot suddenly made a buzzing sound from the hydraulic device, and three crossbow arrows as thick as arms broke through the air and instantly pierced through the chests of the twelve cavalrymen.

Those who were hit by the arrows were nailed into a string by the huge impact force, drawing a strange arc in the air and falling heavily to the ground.

The surviving bandits looked at this hellish scene, and fear finally overwhelmed greed.

Some people began to turn their horses around, and more people followed, raising clouds of dust on the grassland.

The war machines of the Alpha camp were still running, and the meat grinders and crossbows made a teeth-grinding buzzing sound, as if declaring their absolute dominance over the battlefield.

"Angry earth, roar as loud as you can." This was the voice of the elf princess Evelyn. Under her magic, the earth actually cracked.

A dozen bandit knights who had no time to react were instantly swallowed by the earth. Then the earth returned to normal, bulging slightly, as if indicating that this was a grave.