Chapter 1062: Nobleman on horseback

"Sir Farasu, do you really want this war to continue?"
At a distance that allowed the two knights to charge, the bloated Baron Orov shouted to the nobleman across from the hot sun.
This is the tradition of aristocratic warfare. As an aristocrat, no matter how much he does not like this tradition, he must stick to this tradition. If he does not follow the tradition, his enemies can also not follow the tradition. 'And'rules' to deal with him.
Baron Orov wore a set of heavy armor that wrapped his whole body. This set of armor can prevent him from the danger of long-range attacks, so no matter how much he does not like this set of armor, he must wear it, otherwise he may He will die on the battlefield-this does not apply to the rules of the "noble war", if he happens to die under the flicker, then it can only be regarded as his luck, even his family can not get any compensation from the enemy .
"yes, I'm sure!"
Walker Farassu wore a set of silver-white light armor, sitting on a horseback with a straight waist.
He holds the reins of the steeds in his hand, and his love horse is also covered with a set of the same armor, which means that he will join the war after the war begins.
Because of this, the knights and soldiers of the Farasu family gathered under that banner, and the same self-confidence and fighting intentions surging on their bodies, not as decadent as the opposing army.
After seeing that army, Walker began to wonder if they could withstand a charge.
No wonder Aunt Cornelia is so disgusted with these so-called'modern aristocrats'. Now that she has truly seen the decay of these aristocrats, Walker no longer doubts whether there is something wrong with him, which caused him to be incompatible with these aristocrats-but those The nobility had a problem, and this caused the situation today!
Walker couldn't even imagine how this group of soldiers, almost like ruffians, behaved on weekdays.
Even in the army he is proud of, there are still idiots who like to bully the weak. So what will they do in the army opposite on weekdays?
At the thought of this, Walker couldn't help but get angry, but as a nobleman, he had to abide by the ‘tradition’...
After closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Walker suddenly opened his eyes and gave a roar: "I can't help but want to destroy you completely!"
"Roar!"
The army behind them also yelled at the same time, invigorating their morale by constantly stomping their feet.
After hearing the "banging" shocks and sounds, Baron Orov was pale and a little timid in his heart, even thinking about surrendering.
"Please be ready, Sir Orov!" Vokla's hood concealed the ice-cold eyes and raised his lance. "We are going to charge!"
Suddenly hearing this sentence, Baron Orov was startled and immediately recovered, pulling the reins hurriedly and screaming: "Hurry, prepare to charge! Also, protect me, fast protect me!"
After hearing this command, the Orov family army did not have any training on weekdays, and immediately became confused. Almost all soldiers wanted to stay away from their lord, because they all knew that after the war began, the lord Will be the most dangerous place.
But there are still some loyal people who want to protect their lords. They collide with those who want to escape, causing the neatly organized team to fall into chaos in a flash.
The panic in the opposite army did not affect Walker's rhythm. He flicked the rein and squeezed the wooden barrel of the rifle in his right hand. With a sip, the body leaned forward slightly, and the horse underneath grasped the four strong long legs. , Launched a sprint forward.
The knights of the Farasu family followed, and the roar almost penetrated the sky, which even deterred the enemy's mind.
"Gather! Prepare to deal with shock!"
"Run quickly, all are spreading out!"
"Retreat, give me retreat!"
"What about the spearmen? Where the are you?"
Baron Orov’s mind was in a state of chaos, and his army had no'unified command' from the beginning. The commanders who had fought each other issued diametrically opposite orders that sent the soldiers into a deeper level of chaos. among.
...No, this is different from what he imagined!
The fat body trembled, the fear in his eyes almost overflowed with tears, and Baron Orov's vision was completely occupied by the knights who launched the charge.
He should have shown his wise commanding skills on the battlefield, and then he was fearless when facing the enemy, slashing them under the horse with the weapons in his hands, and then winning back...
But why is this happening now?
No, this is different from what he imagined! ! !
"...Hurry, protect me!" Baron Orov shivered, screaming quickly, "Protect me to retreat!!!"
His head was already chaotic, and now he didn't even know what he was talking about.
The words of the lord completely defeated the will of the army. Several knights and soldiers turned their heads in amazement, while more people were overjoyed.
They have not been defeated by the enemy, they have been defeated by their own lord without even touching the enemy...
The army completely collapsed, some soldiers dropped their weapons and yelled, and fled, and the knights loyal to the Orov family did not enter, retreat, and stood at the same place.
Baron Orov pulled the reins, but the horses under him were not as well controlled as he had imagined, just pulled the reins, and had already let it jump up and down, trying to throw the fat pig off his back .
I don't know if it was good luck, even the barbarous riding of Baron Orov was not dumped under the horse.
The nobles could not help but panic and scream, the knight also reacted slowly, but it was too late, most of the soldiers had fleeing, and only a few people were still standing, or they wanted to run to the lord and help him control Live that horse.
It's over, it's all over!
The knights realized that the situation was wrong, they sighed with a sigh, they failed before they could use their talents and knowledge.
"surrender!!!"
In the corner of my eyes, I saw the knights of the Farasu family. The Baron Orov finally realized that he was in a war, and suddenly shouted: "I surrender! The Orov family surrendered! Stop quickly, stop quickly. !!!!!!"
Walker's eyes hidden behind the mask flashed, although he pulled the horse in time and began to slow down the charge of the horse, but his right hand abandoned the lance, his wrist turned, and he held the lance in his backhand.
The tip of the metal gun flashed the light that represents'death'~EbookFREE.me~ Arms and half of the body's muscles were tight at the same time. After taking a deep breath, Walker roared and threw a heavy and slender lance Out.
The sharp point of the gun pierced the sky, and it was fleeting, and even without a pause, he had broken the armor of Baron Orov and came out through the body.
The fat aristocrat sat on his horse, incredulously looking at the silver-white knight who was slowly standing beside him. There was blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he was dumped by the war horse before he could even say a word.
The huge corpse landed heavily and made a loud noise.
The godless eyes stared straight at the sky, and no more words came out of his throat.
Walker grasped the wooden pole of the rifle and glanced around the knight of the Orov family. "Serving?"
This is an interrogative sentence, so after a moment of hesitation, the knights who were loyal to the Orov family turned over and dismounted.
"We are willing to submit to you!"