Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 231 Robbery

The serfs were stunned for a moment, then surged out like a flood bursting its banks.

Several strong men grabbed stones from the ground and hurled them at the overseers who had previously whipped them.

An old man with white hair rushed to the Ghost General's horse, his cloudy tears glistening in the firelight: "Lord Rhine, is that you?"

A muffled thud came from beneath the demon general's mask, as if something had shattered. He abruptly ripped off the mask, revealing a weathered face that grotesquely contorted in the firelight: "It's me! Tell everyone—" His voice suddenly rose to a shrill, piercing tone, "Run as far away as you can!"

Robin's new Tang sword suddenly turned to the west.

System alarms kept sounding, indicating that a large group of people was approaching.

“Crawford’s reinforcements.” The Ghost General narrowed his one eye. “At least two hundred light cavalry.” A crazed smile suddenly appeared on his lips. “Should we retreat?”

Robin lightly wiped his new Tang sword across his cloak, and dark red blood slid down the blade. In an instant, the blade burst forth with a dazzling light, reflecting the burning fighting spirit in his eyes.

Facing the two hundred cavalrymen surging forward like a tidal wave, Robin showed no fear. Instead, he revealed an excited smile, drew his spear, pointed it at the enemy, and shouted, "Forty against two hundred? Perfect for testing the fighting prowess of these knights!"

At Robin's command, forty knights charged towards the enemy like arrows released from a bow.

Their armor gleamed coldly in the setting sun, their weapons were gripped tightly, and their eyes were firm and resolute.

The thunderous sound of hooves shook the earth, and a tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the air.

The two hundred cavalrymen formed a perfectly aligned formation, like an unstoppable torrent of steel.

They raised their spears high, shouting in unison, their voices resounding through the sky, full of intimidation.

When the enemy's knights were still dozens of meters away, the enemy's front-line cavalry suddenly tilted their lances forward, forming an impenetrable wall of spears, and thrust straight at them.

Robin's knights did not flinch; they spread out and fanned out the enemy.

The knight at the front shouted and swung his battle axe fiercely at the enemy's wall of spears.

The screech of metal clashing echoed across the battlefield, sparks flying. The immense power of the battle axe cleaved several lances in two, but also sent the knight's horse staggering back a few steps from the impact.

Meanwhile, the other knights also engaged in fierce battles with the enemy.

A knight brandished his longsword, skillfully dodging enemy spears. The blade sliced ​​across the neck of a cavalryman, and blood gushed out.

Before he could retract his sword, he was stabbed in the shoulder by another enemy cavalryman's lance. He groaned in pain, but he still endured the agony and continued fighting.

Robin stood in the center of the battlefield, wielding his new Tang sword with great force, each swing carrying a fierce momentum.

He did not unleash the full combat power of an Order Knight, relying solely on close-quarters combat.

He skillfully weaved through the enemy cavalry, his blade flashing, and men fell one after another.

An enemy cavalryman charged from the side, his lance aimed straight at Robin's back.

Robin keenly sensed the danger, jerked his body to the side to dodge the fatal blow, and at the same time swung his sword backhand, severing the hind leg of the cavalryman's horse.

The warhorse let out a mournful cry and collapsed to the ground. The cavalryman also fell heavily to the ground. Before he could get up, Robin's Tang sword had already mercilessly severed his head.

The battle intensified, with both sides exchanging blows and refusing to give way.

Despite being outnumbered, Robin's knights fought a desperate battle against the enemy with their superb horsemanship and indomitable fighting spirit.

A knight was surrounded by enemy troops, wounded in many places, his armor stained with blood.

But he continued to brandish his weapon, fighting back fiercely, each attack carried with a determination to perish together with his opponent. Finally, he seized an opportunity, plunging his spear into the abdomen of an enemy cavalryman, and then, taking advantage of the man's pain, drew his short sword and began stabbing the surrounding enemy soldiers repeatedly.

In the midst of the chaos, Robin noticed a cavalryman who appeared to be a general among the enemy troops. He was wearing magnificent armor and holding a golden spear, and he was directing the battle.

A cold glint flashed in Robin's eyes; he decided to capture the leader first. He spurred his horse, and with a neigh, the warhorse charged toward the general.

Enemy cavalrymen along the way brandished their weapons to block his way, but Robin killed them all.

Seeing Robin charging towards them, the general showed no fear, raised his spear, shouted, and went to meet him.

The two warhorses collided at high speed, and the powerful impact made the surrounding air tremble.

Robin's katana clashed with the opponent's spear, producing a loud bang.

The immense force caused their arms to go slightly numb, but neither of them backed down, and they continued their fierce exchange.

Robin couldn't help but smile; finally, a worthy opponent had arrived.

I acquired a Great Knight Power Fruit.

However, Robin did not reveal her strength, instead keeping her opponent in suspense to avoid scaring them all away.

With his agile movements and superb swordsmanship, he gradually gained the upper hand.

He seized an opening, and his Tang sword flashed like lightning, slicing off the tip of the opponent's spear.

The general was terrified. Before he could react, Robin had already kicked him in the chest.

The general screamed and flew off his horse, crashing heavily to the ground.

Robin reined in his horse, swung his Tang sword, and the opponent's head rolled to the ground.

Without their commander, the enemy cavalry immediately fell into chaos.

Robin's knights seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, and the enemy army was routed and fled in all directions.

As the sun set, this thrilling cavalry duel finally came to an end. The battlefield was littered with corpses, and blood flowed in streams, meandering through the soil.

Robin looked at the horrific scene before her, a hint of emotion flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her resolve.

When the first rays of sunlight pierced through the mist, the water of the Emerald River had already turned a pale red.

Robin stood atop a mountain of cavalry corpses, the drops of blood from the tip of his Tang sword gleaming like rubies in the morning light.

Downstream on the riverbanks, the figures of escaped serfs had become countless tiny black dots.

They thought they were free, but halfway through their escape, they were stopped by a group of soldiers.

The slaves, who had been crying out in despair, saw the soldiers begin to set up large pots to cook a paste of purple gourd.

The ghost general dragged his severed leg over, clutching a gold-rimmed ledger in his hand: "My lord, look at this." He turned to the blood-stained pages, which detailed the "purchase costs" and "expected profits" of each serf.

Robin suddenly laughed. The laughter made a cavalryman who was pretending to be dead nearby wet his pants.

“Burn it.” He tossed the ledger into the still-burning embers of the watchtower. “Tell Ironjaw—prepare to receive the new subjects.”

(End of this chapter)