Enli and Ilsa were very familiar with this voice.

After the sound fell, Enli and Ilsa immediately turned their heads with the fastest they could and looked behind them.

Not far behind the two, an old man riding a war horse with a crossbow in his hand stood.

"Mr. Jacob!" *2

Enli and Ilsa shouted in unison.

This old man was Jacob who Enley and Ilsa had never seen again after the mutiny of Allen on the banks of the Yenne River.

At this time, Jacob was riding on the war horse, with his dragon roar hanging around his left waist, holding the reins in his right hand, and holding the crossbow tool that had just been fired in his left hand, and smiled slightly at Enli and Ilsa.

"My Majesty, Enley, sorry, I've made you suffer."

"Next, you guys sit there and have a good rest."

As soon as Jacob finished speaking, a continuous sound of horse hooves suddenly came from behind him.

Dozens of cavalry appeared behind Jacob.

These dozens of cavalrymen who appeared behind Jacob divided into two left and right streaks and passed through Jacob's left and right sides, and then surrounded this small battlefield at an extremely fast speed.

Whether it was Falke and others, or the bald subordinates, they all stared blankly at the cavalry team that suddenly appeared and surrounded them.

"This is..." Enley looked at the armor on the dozens of cavalrymen, "Garage Force?"

The army of the Britannian Empire was divided into two types.

The first type is the Knights' troops.

The Knights' troops were the front-line troops of the Britannian Empire. The four Knights gathered all the elite soldiers in the country, mainly responsible for foreign wars and pacifying some large-scale rebellions in the country.

The second type is the garrison troops.

The garrison troops were the second-line troops of the Britannian Empire. They were stationed in various cities of the empire and were mainly responsible for maintaining the public order of each city and pacifying some small and medium-sized rebellions in the country.

Not only is the combat effectiveness of the garrison troops worse than that of the Knights, but their equipment level is much worse than that of the Knights.

It was precisely because the equipment of the garrison troops and the Knights that Enli recognized at a glance that the dozens of cavalry that suddenly appeared were from the garrison troops.

While pressing the arrow wound on his right shoulder, the bald head stared at the dozens of cavalrymen surrounding them with a fierce look.

The bald man is not a fool, so he naturally could see whether the dozens of cavalrymen who suddenly appeared here were enemies or friends.

"Hello!"

The bald man shouted to Jacob, who was riding towards him.

"Which city are you in garrison? Why are you here?!"

The bald man asked Jacob two questions in one breath.

Facing these two questions raised by the bald head, Jacob replied in a plain tone:

"Which city we are, and why are we here - you don't need to know the answer to this kind of question."

"You are all ordinary soldiers and they all act according to military orders, so I will let you go."

"Get out of here quickly!"

"Wait!" said the bald man anxiously, "You are soldiers of the garrison troops, we are soldiers of the Knights of Uriel, we are all soldiers of the Britannian army, we are friendly forces! Since they are friendly forces, shouldn't you help us?!"

"Friends?"

Jacob chuckled a few times as if he had heard something quite funny.

"We and your Uriel Knights have long been no longer friendly."

"...what does it mean?" The bald man looked at Jacob in confusion with a look of confusion.

Jacob looked at the bald head with a puzzled face and sighed softly.

"Oh..." Jacob muttered to himself, "This should be considered a sorrow for ordinary soldiers... He didn't even know what big things happened. He could do nothing except obey the orders given by the superiors, and he could not know anything."

After talking to himself like this, Jacob raised his face again.

"Stop talking nonsense." Jacob's tone became even more severe, "Get out of here quickly! Don't waste my few patience!"

Listening to the stern tone in Jacob's words, the bald man couldn't help but shrink his head, and a moan of pain and unwillingness came out in his throat.

The bald man turned his head and looked around.

The dozens of soldiers from the garrison troops who surrounded them were staring at them with cold eyes.

What made the bald man feel most afraid of was not the number of these dozens of cavalrymen, but the killing weapon carried by these dozens of cavalrymen.

These dozens of cavalrymen were holding a big killing weapon - a crossbow.

Crossbow tools are the most lethal weapon on the battlefield, except for siege equipment, no doubt.

The crossbow tools on the hands of dozens of cavalrymen were all covered with crossbow arrows, and the sharp crossbow arrows pointed directly at the bald man and others.

As long as the bald man and others have any misconduct, these dozens of crossbow arrows that have already aimed at them will definitely shoot them into sieves.

When the number of people is at a disadvantage and surrounded, head-on encounter with dozens of cavalrymen with crossbow tools is definitely a dead end.

"Boss..."

A bald subordinate asked the bald man in a trembling voice due to fear.

"What should we do now?"

"..." The bald man was silent.

The reason why he did not answer the question of this subordinate was because he himself was racking his brains to think about the answer to this question.

After thinking for a while with sweat on his head, the bald head finally let out a long sigh.

"Let's withdraw!"

...

...

The bald man left in disgrace.

Looking at the bald man who gradually disappeared from his field of vision, a guy in the caravan murmured with a dumb look:

"Okay, saved..."

Just now, on the verge of death, a group of cavalry teams suddenly appeared, and they were saved - things turned too fast, making most of the people present feel lost.

After a while, the guards in the Falke caravan finally came back to their senses from their trance.

It was not until this time that the joy finally spread among the crowd.

"Great! We are saved!"

"That's great! That's great!"

"I almost thought we were going to die here just now!"

"Although I don't know who you are! Thank you!"

"Thank you!"

...

Everyone who came to his senses thanked Jacob and the cavalry brought by Jacob.

Jacob and the cavalry ignored the thanks of these people.

Jacob led all the cavalry slowly to Ilsa.

Then he turned over and got off the horse and knelt on one knee.

Jacob and dozens of cavalrymen all fell to Ilsa's knees.

This amazing scene made the caravans outside Falk's eyes widen and their mouths grew.

Then, what Jacob said almost made their chin fall to the ground.
Chapter completed!