I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 399: Continue the Attack

"Sir Knight, the enemy's weapons are extremely powerful!" An Ottoman soldier reported with a trembling voice and a face full of horror, "Within a range of 100 meters, their weapons can easily penetrate our armor; and within 50 meters, they can cause fatal attacks to us. If we force an attack, we will suffer huge losses!" The Ottoman reinforcements hurriedly arrived near Polis in the evening. Originally, they were full of confidence and thought they could easily deal with the enemy, but after encountering the enemy's sniper, they lost many knights in an instant. Then they woke up from their dreams and truly realized how powerful the enemy was.

"The Pirate Alliance deceived us. The weapons they provided were all inferior!" The Knight Commander gritted his teeth and roared angrily. At this moment, he finally understood that the enemy's weapons could cause fatal damage to them within 50 meters, and it was not impossible to break through the defense as the Pirate Alliance swore. Those inferior weapons were useless at the critical moment, leaving them in a dilemma of passively taking the beating.

"I must report this to my superiors." Although the Knight Commander was filled with resentment, his complaints seemed so powerless on this cruel battlefield. Because the news received by his superiors was still that the magic spears could not penetrate their armor and equipment. This wrong information made them pay a heavy price in the battle.

"Report to the Knight Commander, the commander has ordered us to occupy the high ground ahead before dark, otherwise we will be punished by military law." A soldier stepped forward quickly, with a hint of panic in his tone. He knew very well that the Ottoman Empire's military law was strict and would never tolerate foreigners or their own people. This strict legal system was once one of the important reasons why the Ottoman Empire was able to dominate the continent for hundreds of years, but at this moment, it made them feel more pressured on this difficult battlefield.

The Knight Commander tightly grasped the spear in his hand, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and his eyes were firm and resolute. He knew very well that occupying the high ground in front was crucial to the entire battle situation, and it was the key to winning or losing. However, the current situation made him feel deeply worried: "Use the battle shield and push forward! They only have long-range attack capabilities. Once they enter close combat, they will surely die." The Knight Commander decisively issued an order, hoping to break through the enemy's defense line through close combat and reverse this unfavorable situation.

However, reality hit them hard like a heavy hammer. Due to the serious lack of information, they only had a dozen or so shields, which was simply a drop in the bucket for the huge army and was far from enough to ensure the collective action of the army.

Without enough shields, the soldiers would be exposed to the enemy's guns as live targets when charging, and would face great risks. The enemy's long-range attacks rained down like dense raindrops, and bullets with the breath of death penetrated the air and hit the unprepared soldiers. The soldiers screamed one after another, and the casualties continued to increase, and the blood dyed the ground under their feet red.

The Knight Commander was filled with anxiety and helplessness. He looked at the soldiers falling on the battlefield and was extremely worried. He realized that they had to find a way to solve the problem of insufficient shields, otherwise the battle would end in failure and all efforts would be in vain. He made a prompt decision and sent a team of soldiers to find more shields or explore other defensive measures. Even if there was little hope, he would never give up. At the same time, he quickly adjusted his tactics and, relying on his years of combat experience, carefully organized a small team of elite soldiers to prepare for a desperate raid.

Time was running out, and every minute and every second was like a race against death, deciding life and death. The Knight Commander took a deep breath, calmed down, and led the elite team, keeping a close eye on the enemy's movements. He seized the brief gap of the enemy's long-range attack, and at a command, the team members rushed to the high ground like arrows from a bow, risking huge casualties.

Their figures rushed across the battlefield, raising a cloud of dust. With their fearless courage and skilled fighting skills, they engaged in thrilling close combat with the enemy. The shouts of the soldiers echoed on the high ground, full of anger and indomitable spirit. Courage burned in their hearts. They would do anything to win and survive.

In the fierce fighting, the battlefield was like a sea of ​​blood, filled with smoke and shouts of killing. The Knight Commander took the lead, and his figure was particularly eye-catching in the flames of war. He swung the sword in his hand with great vigor, and his sword skills were as sharp as lightning. Every swing of the sword was like a wind-breaking force. With the flash of cold light, the enemies fell one after another and were constantly repelled by him. His heroic feat was like a light, illuminating the courage in the hearts of the knights and inspiring all the knights to move forward bravely. They followed closely behind the Knight Commander and fought a desperate battle with the enemy. The weapons in their hands flashed cold light in the sun, and every attack was full of desire for victory and trust in their comrades.

Finally, after a bloody battle, the Knight Commander led dozens of knights to successfully capture the high ground. However, the price of this victory was too heavy. Now only these knights are left of the thousands of knights. The battlefield was dead silent, without any cheers or joy of victory, but only deathly silence. Everyone's face was filled with fatigue and grief, their eyes were empty and confused, looking at the fallen comrades around them, their hearts filled with endless sadness. Their lips trembled, but they could not make a sound, as if all their emotions were swallowed up by this cruel war.

Everyone was immersed in the grief of death, and before they could come to their senses, gunshots suddenly came from afar. The gunshots were dense and rapid, like the footsteps of the god of death, which made people shudder. The enemy's reinforcements arrived. Looking around, a dark mass of enemies came like a tide, their figures were densely packed, and seemed endless. The knight commander knew that they had no way out and no reinforcements could save them. The surroundings were in a desperate situation. Behind them was the high ground that had been occupied at a heavy price, and in front of them were the enemies that were surging like a tide. They seemed to be forced to the edge of a cliff by fate.

At this moment, the Knight Commander was facing unprecedented pressure. Not only did they have to face a large number of enemies, but they also had to overcome their inner fear and despair. The enemy's figure continued to magnify in their sight, and fear spread in their heart like a poisonous snake. However, the Knight Commander did not give up easily, as he was well aware of his responsibilities and mission. He held the sword tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white due to the force, and looked at the enemy with a firm gaze, revealing his unyielding will and persistence in victory.

At this critical moment, the Knight Commander stood up, straightened his back, and spoke in a loud and passionate voice, encouraging the knights around him: "We are knights, and our honor cannot be tarnished! Even if there is death ahead, we must fight to the end like true warriors! For our honor, for our beliefs, we will never retreat!" His words were like burning torches, igniting the fighting spirit in the hearts of the knights, making them understand that even in desperate situations, they must not lose their courage and dignity. They must fight the enemy to the end with the determination to die.

The knights responded one after another, they clenched their weapons, and the light in their eyes rekindled. They united closely around the knight leader, like an indestructible fortress, ready to face the coming storm. Although the enemy is powerful, the knights' hearts are full of firm belief. They will fight for honor and faith until the last moment. This battle will be a hymn of their lives, and they will write their own legend with blood and life.

On a distant continent, there was a once glorious empire. The Knights shouldered the responsibility of protecting the empire. They wore shining armor, rode vigorous war horses, and galloped across every inch of the empire. Their glory and courage became the symbol of the empire. The people admired them and the enemies feared them. However, as time passed, the empire has become unrecognizable. The former glory is like a passing cloud, leaving only endless vicissitudes and decline.

The Knights stared towards the direction of the Empire, their hearts filled with doubt and confusion. Their gazes passed through the mountains, as if they could see the ruined walls and desolate streets of the Empire. They could not understand why the Empire had become like this.

In the past, the empire would go all out and show its tenacity and courage in the face of even the weakest enemies. The empire at that time was full of vitality and vigor, and every soldier was loyal to the country and pursued honor. But now the empire is shrouded in pride, arrogance, arrogance and brutality, with no regard for anyone's life. The blind arrogance of the decision-makers has plunged the empire into endless disputes and chaos, and the former glory has gradually disappeared in greed and corruption.

On the bloody battlefield, the Knight Commander finally fell in a pool of blood. The enemy did not give them a chance to fight in close combat. The magic guns in their hands flashed with deadly light. Bullets whistled through the air and shot at the defenseless knights. Surprisingly, these enemies were not even equipped with a set of armor. They were civilians looked down upon by the Knight Commanders. It was these civilians who, with fearless courage and firm belief, picked up simple weapons and fought a desperate battle with the well-equipped knights, and finally defeated the Knight Commanders thoroughly.

The Knight Commander's eyes were filled with reluctance and despair. They lay on the ground, looking up at the sky, with mixed feelings in their hearts. They once believed in their own strength and honor, thinking that they were invincible. But now they were easily defeated, and their pride and self-confidence were completely shattered at this moment. They realized that the times have changed, and the era of knights may be gradually fading away.

However, their hearts still burned with a desire for justice and honor, and they were never willing to give up easily even in the face of failure. In the last moments of their lives, their eyes revealed a hint of unyielding determination, as if announcing to the world that their spirit would never be extinguished.

In this ever-changing and turbulent era, the Knights are like a lone boat in the stormy waves, facing unprecedented challenges and tests. The tide of the times rolls forward, and new forces and new ideas continue to emerge like a surging tide, impacting the old order and concepts. They must calm down, deeply reflect on their beliefs and past behaviors that they have adhered to for many years, and re-examine the earth-shaking changes in the world. Unfortunately, the gears of fate have begun to turn, and many of them have no chance to witness this critical moment in history, and quietly exit in the changing times.

"What's going on? That hill is still under the control of the enemy?" The general's eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire, staring at the high ground in front of him. The enemy's flag was flying on the high ground, as if it was a provocation to him. He suddenly opened his throat and roared at the top of his lungs. His voice echoed in the empty battlefield, carrying endless anger and majesty, "Take down Harris immediately!"

"Report to the Lord, Harris's Fifth Knights have been annihilated, and no one has returned alive." The sentry came running over breathlessly, reporting in a trembling voice. This news was like a bolt from the blue, hitting the commander hard. His body shook violently, and his face showed an expression of disbelief, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"How is this possible? How could our great Ottoman knights be defeated by a third-rate team?" The general roared in disbelief, his voice becoming hoarse with anger. The news he received was that these enemies were merely recruited from the colonies by the Pirate Alliance, a mob that was not a regular army at all. In his opinion, the Ottoman knights were battle-hardened, well-equipped, and the most powerful force on the continent. How could they be completely annihilated by such a team? This was simply an insult to the empire.

"General, we have checked carefully. Captain Harris has indeed died heroically. The enemy's magic spear can easily penetrate our armor. Obviously, the Pirate Alliance has tampered with our weapons." The staff officer stepped forward and said solemnly. At this moment, he finally understood that the intelligence Harris had reported before was true, but it was too late. They paid a heavy price for underestimating the enemy and ignoring the intelligence.