All the scattered goblins on the battlefield joined this terrible impact like a wave, sweeping forward like a green wave.

"Come!" Ke Mo shouted. The green-skinned wave of destruction had not yet rushed to the human front, but he had already judged the result of the battle before the two sides fought.

"General!" A knight came to him.

"Tell me my order! Ask Tulan people to come and reinforce immediately! I can't stand it anymore!"

Ke Mo pulled out his sword from his body, and he looked around. In addition to the gunner and the messenger who had just left, he had dozens of guards around him. In front, without the order of the general, the officers had already transferred all their reserve forces to the front line and prepared to face this battle with no chance of victory.

The cannons fired another round, but they were like small stones thrown into the tide, and they didn't even have a splash of water.

"All soldiers obey orders! Reinforcements will arrive soon! Everyone hold on!" Ke Mo shouted, and led less than a hundred people around him to the front line.

At this time, the green creatures had entered the erupting mountain torrent and rushed violently to the defense line of the human warriors.

"What you do will definitely be retribution!" Ke Mo cursed the vampire who had not met yet. "I swear!"

...

Xin used force to whip the war horses, and speeded up desperately. He was not worried that the horses would lose their strength, because the distance between the Turan people was not far away. In fact, after just running for about ten minutes, he saw the Turan people.

This is a river beside a relatively wide water surface, although it is not as suitable as the river channel on the edge of the high ground. However, if you want to reinforce the north shore, this place is a good wading location.

As the general reserve team, they looked quite leisurely. The soldiers sat by the horse and rested, talking and laughing, while their commander, Fatty Made, was sitting next to a big rock, leisurely savoring the wine without any atmosphere of war.

The messenger rushed over to the horse, attracting the attention of the Tulan soldiers. But no matter how he was paying attention, he rushed to Mede without encountering obstacles.

"General Made!" The messenger jumped off his war horse panting, "General Komer asked you to reinforce immediately."

"Oh." Made's face was not moved at all. He filled himself with a small glass of wine in an orderly manner and began to taste it slowly with an extremely enjoyable expression.

"Sir, you're a reinforcement 'just'." Seeing the other party being indifferent, the messenger added unconsciously.

"My ears are not deaf." Maid put down the cup and replied slowly. "How is it ahead? What's the situation?"

The messenger suppressed the anger in his heart and told the situation of the battle as quickly as possible.

"Oh, so that's it. If I don't reinforce, Kemo will lose." Med said in a deliberate and long tone.

"General Kemo is trying his best to organize resistance. As long as you arrive in time, we will win." The messenger's voice was respectful, but he secretly scolded this fat man in his heart. More comrades died every minute, and this fat man was still procrastinating so slowly. But as the saying goes, the situation is stronger than that of people. No matter how dissatisfied he is, he can only swallow it back to his stomach first.

"Well, if I don't go, he will be finished." Med said, his tone full of disdain and contempt. "Okay, then I'll just go there for a little while. Oh, by the way, are you a Holy Knight?" He seemed to ask casually.

"I am under the Third Battalion of the Holy Knights..." The messenger was interrupted by Mede after half of his words. Mede waved his hand and said, "No need to say, I just need to know that you are a Holy Knight anyway. Nothing else matters."

This sentence is a bit inexplicable, but Mede has no intention of explaining it at all, so the messenger could only keep his doubts in his heart.

"Blow the trumpet and call the soldiers!" Med threw away his cup and shouted to his subordinates on the side.

Accompanied by the sound of trumpets, the Tulan soldiers immediately showed their well-trained elite soldiers. They immediately quickly got on the horse and lined up in a short time. Their helmets were already worn on their heads, and the armor on the helmets had been put down. On their side, the green and silver flags of the Kingdom of Tulan were fluttering in the cold wind.

As mentioned earlier, the Tulan troops are all composed of cavalry. Although they may be dismounted from the horse and fought in a staircase at that time, it only takes a very short time to reinforce Kemo.

"General, please support immediately!" The messenger urged him again, but Maideli ignored him, but slowly stepped on his war horse and trotted to the front of the army.

"General! The military situation is urgent. If it is too late, I'm afraid General Ke Mo will..." The messenger was too anxious, but Ke Mo was not nervous at all. Not only was he not nervous, he also began to sort out his military uniform and armor like he was at a banquet.

"What will happen to Kemo?" asked Maid.

"The general has personally led the guard to the front line!" The messenger replied anxiously.

"Oh, this is the so-called karma." Maid replied, making a gesture to his subordinates. Immediately, several knights left the queue and came to Maid. The leader handed a pistol to Maid. The latter looked at the pistol over and over again, and then pointed the muzzle at the messenger.

The messenger originally thought it was just an unintentional action, but out of cautious instinct, he avoided the position of the gun. However, Med immediately moved the gun and always pointed the barrel of the pistol at his head.

"General, you..." The messenger was shocked, but he was still confused and did not understand what was going on.

"Let Kemo die!" Med pulled the trigger. A smoke rose from the musket's valve. Although the correct head of the pistol is the worst among muskets, the distance between the two sides is too close. The messenger's head was hit, and the huge force of the bullet directly lifted up his skull. His body fell backwards and fell off the war horse, and he stopped moving immediately.

"Take this thing into the river." Maide looked indifferent and blew off the smoke from the mouth of the pistol. While several soldiers were performing this mission, his eyes looked into the distance. The sound of fighting vaguely came from the other side.

"What you do will definitely be retribution! Kemo!" he cursed in a low voice. Then he turned around and ordered his troops.

"The whole army retreats, let's go!"

"Woo...my brave brother...I finally avenge you!" The moment he turned his horse's head, he wiped a tear from his eyes hard.

...

Ke Mo dropped the broken sword in his hand and searched everywhere for a replacement weapon. At this moment, the battle of life and death was going on around him, in all directions. Blood and shouts seemed to ignite this gloomy sky, and the winter air seemed to be boiling in the anger of hatred and battle.

The goblins rushed over in a mad manner, pushing them backwards. At this moment, his only hope was that the Tulans would arrive early. As long as the Tulans could arrive in time, he would have a chance to win the battle. The formation of the human army had been defeated, but the soldiers were still fighting desperately. And he was no longer the general who was planning the overall situation, but just an ordinary soldier who fought hard on the front line and fought for his life.

He picked up a goblin's spear, but found that the spear was also broken. In this gap, a goblin jumped up and stabbed his face with a dagger.

Ke Mo grabbed the goblin's arm and twisted the evil monster's arm. Then he pulled the dagger from his face and pierced the green creature's neck.

This is a blow that is deep enough to reach the bone. If it is an ordinary person, he may lose his combat power due to severe pain and bleeding after being hit. But Kemo is not a mortal, but a holy knight who has received the power of divine favor. He may not have the dazzling superpowers as other knights, but his abilities are very practical - the gods of the Star Realm gave him extraordinary recovery ability. After he pulled out the dagger from his face, the bleeding began to decrease in just a few seconds. In just two or three minutes, his wounds would scab, and in just a few hours, his wounds would heal.

But now there is no more time for him, and another goblin appears behind him and stabs the back of his knee joint without armor protection with a spear. Kemo throws out his dagger and stabs the other party in the eye. Then he pulls out the goblin's spear from his body for later use.

He is already the last living person in this small area, so more and more goblins are coming.

The Tulan hasn't come yet!

He had forgotten how long he had fought. But since he was panting and wounded, and since the front had collapsed under the repeated impact of the goblins, it meant that he had persisted for a long enough time. The Tulans should have come. The sound of their horses' hooves should have sounded.

Unless the messenger is intercepted! No, the messenger cannot be intercepted. What exactly happened? That Med could not resist the urge to fight, so he crossed the river to join the north bank to participate in the battle? No, this is impossible! If Med was a young man who was a fledgling man, it would be a bit possible, but Med was not.

He looked across the river in despair. The battle there had retreated far away, so it was impossible to see clearly at this position. In fact, he would not have the time to do so, because at least ten goblins were surrounding him.

"Come on!" He held up his spear and prepared to fight.

...

The boss of the Blood Flag looked at the battlefield ahead. The battle was still going on, but the goblins had already climbed the entire high ground. But he knew that this was not the end, and the enemy's reserve team had not yet entered the battlefield.

"Boss, it's time for us to get on!" Tarus also urgently asked for the fight this time. "This is a good match."

The boss of the Blood Flag did not answer. The battle situation on the north bank of the river has developed to a very critical state. It can be said that it is already in a state where the winners and the defeats have been decided but the battle is in full swing. Discipline suppresses wildness and fanaticism. Greenskin has gradually shown a decline under the overwhelming attack of humans. The Greenskin Army of the North Bank has maintained a front line at this moment because a large group of Shiguge joined the battlefield. Although these creatures have little combat power, they do not know how to retreat at all. They jumped into the enemy's front line, and they can always cause some chaos before they die. However, once these Shiguges die, things will return to their original track.
Chapter completed!