I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 368 Reinforcements Arrive

"Who are you?" Archduke Hilma roared with anger, echoing wildly in the vast grassland, and his voice was mixed with a trace of sadness and deep helplessness that was difficult to conceal. His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, staring at the cavalrymen who were rushing in front of him like a black tide. His mind was in turmoil, and he couldn't understand why he had no grudges with these people in the past or in the present, so why did they force him and everyone else into a desperate situation.

Archduke Hilma's hands tightly grasped the sword in his hand, his knuckles turned white and veins bulged from the force. His eyes were firm and blazing, like a burning flame, firmly locked on the enemy in front of him. He knew better than anyone that this might be the last battle of his life, but even so, the pride and responsibility in his bones would never allow him to give in easily. He tilted his head slightly and looked behind him, where his beloved family and the loyal people who had always followed him were. For them, he had to fight, even if it meant sacrificing his own life in the end.

Memories of the past surged into his mind like a tide. He remembered the oath he had made, a solemn promise he had made in front of every inch of the land - to protect the land that gave him life and raised him, and to bless every person living on this land. Now, the enemy was at the gates of the city, so close that he had no way to retreat. He could only move forward bravely and defend his dignity and responsibility with the sword in his hand. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling violently, and then raised the sword in his hand high. The sword flashed coldly in the dim sunlight, like a ray of hope that cut through the darkness. Then, like an angry lion, he rushed towards the enemy.

Under the leadership of Archduke Hilmar, his soldiers were also inspired with endless courage, and they followed closely behind him without fear, like an unstoppable torrent. Their shouts of killing were deafening, resounding throughout the battlefield, and their voices were full of determination to face death, vividly demonstrating their firm determination to defend their homeland to the death.

The battle entered a white-hot stage at the beginning, and it was extremely fierce. Archduke Hilma and his soldiers fought a desperate battle with the enemy. Every time they swung their swords, they were full of anger towards the enemy; every time they sprinted, they used all their strength and were full of love for their homeland. Blood flowed and quickly dyed the land under their feet red. The bloodstains spread across the land, shocking. But Archduke Hilma and his soldiers did not retreat at all. There was a blazing flame in their eyes, which was the desire for victory and the persistence in protection.

Archduke Hilmar always led the way in the battle. His bravery was like a sharp blade, which frightened the enemy. The sword in his hand danced like lightning, and the cold light flashed, constantly harvesting the lives of the enemies. However, the number of enemies was too large, like an endless tide, coming one after another. Gradually, Archduke Hilmar and his soldiers fell into trouble. Their physical strength was constantly consumed in the continuous battle, and their wounds were increasing. The blood stained their clothes red and soaked the ground under their feet.

Despite the difficult situation, Archduke Hilma still had no intention of giving up. He firmly believed that as long as he had a breath left, he would fight to the end. He waved his sword and encouraged the soldiers loudly. His voice became hoarse because of the roar, but the powerful words were like burning torches, igniting the fighting spirit in the hearts of the soldiers. Under his encouragement, the soldiers' eyes, which had been somewhat dim, rekindled the flame of hope. They gritted their teeth, endured the pain and fatigue, and continued to fight the enemy. Everyone was making the final struggle for survival and dignity.

This fierce battle lasted for a long time, as if time had frozen in this bloody battle. Archduke Hilmar and his soldiers fought hard until the last bit of their strength was exhausted. They fell exhausted in a pool of blood, their bodies covered with scars, and the blood continued to flow, dyeing the surrounding land red. They watched the enemy approaching step by step, their hearts filled with despair. At this moment, they didn't even have the strength to raise their hands to fight again, and could only let the wheel of fate ruthlessly crush them.

"Grand Duke Hilma, it's been a long time since we last met! I didn't expect that when we meet again, you have become my prisoner, hahaha!" At this desperate moment, a burst of shrill laughter came straight from the knights' team like a sharp knife.

Grand Duke Hilma raised his head with great effort. Although his vision was a little blurred due to blood loss, he recognized the person who spoke at a glance. It was Grand Duke Golden. His heart was full of doubts and shock. He could not understand why Golden would do such a thing. They were colleagues working for the Ottoman Empire. Although they were not close, they had always lived in peace. Why did Golden want to kill him now and force him into this desperate situation?

"Gordon, why did you betray everyone?" Grand Duke Hilma questioned with his last bit of strength. His voice was weak but full of anger.

"On this land, there are only you and I, the grand duke." Grand Duke Gordon slowly took a few steps forward with a greedy smile on his face and a crazy light in his eyes. "As long as one of us makes a call, we can gather everyone. But, there are two of us. How nice it would be if there was only one person!" His words revealed his extreme desire for power without any concealment. The voice seemed to come from the devil of hell, which made people feel creepy.

"What's going on with these knights? You are actually colluding with foreign enemies!" Grand Duke Hilma was full of confusion. Under the rule of the Ottoman Empire, those who surrendered could only have 500 knights no matter how powerful they were. But the number of knights brought by Golden far exceeded this limit, and judging from the equipment and momentum of these knights, it was obviously not their own country's strength.

"You don't have to worry, they are coming from the sea." Grand Duke Gordon sneered, a smug look on his face, "They helped us restore our country. I didn't want to kill you, but I can't let the fruits of my victory be taken away by the Oates family." At this moment, Grand Duke Golden completely revealed his greedy face, his ambition was obvious, he longed to become the new royal family alone, for this goal, he did not hesitate to betray his compatriots, collude with foreign enemies, and drag this land into war and suffering again.

Grand Duke Hilma finally understood Golden's ambition, and was filled with anger and helplessness. He realized that this war was no longer just for survival, but a cruel struggle for power and desire. In this struggle, the ugliness of human nature was infinitely magnified and displayed vividly. His former colleagues used all means to gain power, betrayal, killing, greed, and all the beauty was completely destroyed in this dark desire.

Just as Golden's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light and the long sword in his hand was raised high, ready to swing it at Grand Duke Hilma and others to kill them, a violent commotion like a surging tide came from the team behind him, as if the rear was attacked by some mysterious and powerful attack of unknown origin.

"I am Princess Farana Oates. Everyone, put down your weapons and do not attack each other!" This majestic roar, with unquestionable momentum, rolled from behind. Golden turned back in astonishment, and saw a thousand-man knight group that seemed to be a divine army descending from the sky, rushing towards them at lightning speed. The sound of their horses' hooves was like thunder, and their momentum was like a rainbow, instantly breaking the one-sided battlefield situation.

"Don't be afraid of them. They only have one thousand knights, while we have three thousand!" Golden calculated quickly in his mind, trying to stabilize his position. His eyes flashed with greed and unwillingness, and he was obviously unwilling to easily give up the "victory" that was about to be in his hands. He had originally planned carefully, intending to kill Grand Duke Hilma quietly when no one was around and no one noticed, but now the situation has suddenly changed. If he acted rashly at this time, he would undoubtedly become the target of public criticism and be spurned by all forces. However, he secretly calculated in his heart that if Hilma and others died accidentally in this chaotic war, it would have nothing to do with him, so he could cleverly avoid the criticism of public opinion.

"Kill!" With Golden's order, the three thousand knights under his command roared in unison, and the sound shook the earth slightly.

The two cavalry units instantly collided violently like a raging torrent, carrying endless murderous intent. In an instant, the sharp sound of metal collision resounded through the sky, it was a battle between life and death; the neighing of the war horses was shrill and desperate, as if they were wailing for this cruel war; the shouts of the soldiers were deafening, each of which was full of the desire for survival and the persistence for victory.

The battlefield was suddenly filled with dust, and the dust was like a thick haze, covering this bloody land. The flashes of swords and sabers flashed in the dust and fog, the dazzling cold light made people shudder, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air, making people sick. Everyone was like a crazy beast, fighting desperately for their own survival, because they knew that the result of this life-and-death battle would determine the fate of countless people and whether their future would be bright or dark.

Princess Fayana tightly grasped the long sword in her hand, the hilt of the sword was slightly white in her hand, and her eyes flashed with determination and resoluteness, like the brightest star in the night sky. She knew very well that this battle was no longer a simple battle of life and death. Its victory or defeat was directly related to the future direction of the entire country and the survival of countless people. She shouldered a heavy mission and carried the expectations of countless people. She had to go all out for honor, mission, and those who trusted her. Even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, she would never retreat.

On the battlefield, blood continued to flow like a stream, quickly dyeing the ground red. Every inch of land was soaked in blood and turned into mud. Every swing of the sword was accompanied by a life-or-death decision, and every flash of cold light could take away a life.

Princess Farana led the troops, like a brave lioness, charging at the front of the team. Her swordsmanship was sharp and accurate, and every attack was powerful, aiming directly at the enemy's vital points, causing huge damage to the enemy. Her warhorse galloped like lightning in the rolling dust, and its agile posture matched Princess Farana perfectly, as if the man and the horse had merged into one, rushing together to this life-and-death battle.

However, the number of enemies was too large. They came in waves like a surging tide, leaving no room for Princess Fayana and her knights to breathe. Although Princess Fayana and her knights fought bravely and fearlessly, their swords flashed coldly on the battlefield, and every swing took away a group of enemies, they gradually fell into a passive position under the enemy's tidal offensive. Their physical strength was constantly consumed in the continuous battle, and their wounds became more and more. The blood stained their battle robes red and soaked the ground under their feet.

At this critical moment, Princess Fayana suddenly had an idea. She raised her sword high and shouted loudly. Her voice penetrated the hustle and bustle of the battlefield and reached every knight's ears clearly. She systematically commanded the knights to split into two teams. One team continued to fight the enemy head-on, attracting the enemy's full attention with brave attacks and firmly pinning down the enemy's main force; while the other team quietly detoured to the enemy's flank, preparing to launch an unexpected raid.

This ingenious tactic really worked. The enemy was caught off guard by Princess Fayana's surprise attack and instantly lost their footing. The originally neat and tight defense line collapsed like a sand dune ravaged by a strong wind, and fatal flaws appeared one after another. Princess Fayana keenly seized this fleeting opportunity, shouted the slogan of charge loudly, and led the knights to launch the final charge like a tiger descending from a mountain. Their figures on the battlefield were like an unstoppable torrent, rushing towards the enemy's core position.

In the fierce battle, Princess Fayana keenly spotted the enemy leader Golden. Her eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, and she rushed towards Golden without hesitation, determined to start a life-and-death duel with him. Both of them were extremely skilled in swordsmanship, and every time the swords met, dazzling sparks flew and a crisp sound was emitted. For a while, the two fought back and forth, neither of them giving in, and it was difficult to tell who would win.