Attacked by the Seventh Battalion, instead of retreating, the enemy's offensive became even more fierce.
They will never let the duck fly away!
They are obviously so close to Qin Feng. As long as they can catch Qin Feng, no matter life or death, they will make great achievements in the world.
In order to prevent the Seventh Battalion from approaching Qin Feng, the enemy general in the middle personally led his troops to stop the attack. It was necessary to block all the reinforcements from outside the battlefield and never let them get close to Qin Feng.
"Cheer up, everyone, and chop off Qin Feng's head!"
"In order to capture Qin Feng, we have already given up the best opportunity to capture the Eastern Front. If we let Qin Feng go, all the casualties will be in vain."
"Even if we fight to the death of every soldier, we must continue to fight!"
The roars of the enemy generals continued to echo above the battlefield, and the surrounding southern soldiers rushed toward Qin Feng as if they were crazy.
Although Qin Feng could not see the reinforcements, he judged from the brief confusion of the enemy in front of him that reinforcements must have arrived.
While blocking the enemy's attack, he shouted at the black knight beside him.
"Hold on! The reinforcements have arrived. Hold on, everyone. Let me get back alive."
"Just stick to the incense for one more time!"
A stick of incense...
You know, even in the best condition of the Black Cavalry, full of energy, if you want to fight at high intensity for a stick of incense, it is already the limit.
Heavy armored soldiers fought in close quarters, relying on armor and armor to engage in a stalemate, and the number of enemies killed was not large.
The core is to save effort if you can.
In most cases, the heavily armored soldiers were not defeated, but defeated.
But now, the Black Cavalry is exhausted. Every time it raises its weapon, it must be exhausted. In this state, it can last for one stick of incense.
For Black Knight, this is simply a test of physiological limits.
But they knew very well that once they put down their weapons, they would be massacred by the enemy. They could only grit their teeth and fight to the death.
Some of the black knights who had reached their limit and were so tired that they could not even stand still, with bloodshot eyes and bulging veins on their foreheads, were supporting their bodies almost by sheer willpower.
"Go to hell!"
A black knight gritted his molars, let out a low and trembling roar, and swung the long-handled ax with all his strength.
When the long-handled ax struck the enemy who was only wearing half armor in front of him, it only slightly injured the opponent.
If it were at its peak, the Black Cavalry's attack would be enough to cut open the opponent's body and armor!
Not only is it unable to fight, but even the defense is on the verge of collapse.
Those black knights who were responsible for holding large shields to defend against cold arrows and flanking sneak attacks, and disrupting the enemy's formation, were almost completely slumped on the shields, relying on the weight of their bodies to support the shields.
Even if there were constant spears and rifles poking at them around them, they were too lazy to resist and simply relied on their heavy armor to resist.
At this moment, there are only ninety black knights left around Qin Feng!
There are only ninety people, and all of them are exhausted. They want to hold on until the reinforcements come, unless a miracle happens.
Xu Mo was also so tired that he was swaying, his eyes were filled with stars, and even the hand holding the handle was trembling violently.
In a moment of distraction, Xu Mo was stabbed in the left shoulder by a spear. The tip of the spear was extremely tricky and penetrated directly through the gap in the shoulder armor. In an instant, the blood stained a large area of the armor red.
Seeing several more spears stabbing him, just when Xu Mo was about to give up, he saw a dark shadow flashing in front of his eyes.
Qin Feng stood upright in front of Xu Mo, relying on his heavy armor to block the oncoming spear. Then he swept out the long-handled sword in his hand and cut the three enemies in front of him in half.
"Xu Mo!"
"You... just hold on to me!"
"We are about to escape, we can't die on the last step."
Xu Mo looked at Qin Feng blankly. He didn't understand where Qin Feng, who had always been "hiding" behind and controlled the entire battlefield, got his strength.
In this kind of high-intensity, long-term close combat, he actually lasted longer than the black knight.
Until this moment, Xu Mo seemed to recall the scene when Qin Feng led his troops to attack thousands of miles and kill Beidi's legendary tooth general Zhong Ling.
Qin Feng is indeed an unparalleled strategist, but correspondingly, he is still as brave and good at fighting as anyone else.
As everyone knows, Qin Feng has already reached his limit at this time.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was already soaked with blood and sweat. His two arms seemed to be broken, and his legs were even more erratic. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold on, and was trembling.
It's just that all of this was covered up by the armor, and it was impossible to tell how painful Qin Feng was from the outside.
Qin Feng also had the thought of "giving up" more than once. This state of being extremely tired and feeling that everything was meaningless made him feel so depressed that he even went to his grandma's house.
Even if he was cut with a knife, it would be countless times better than continuing to fight.
But when he thought of his brothers behind him and his family in Kyoto, Qin Feng struggled to hold on with his almost perverted will.
He cannot fall. Once he falls, the world will undergo drastic changes.
When the time comes, no one can tell how Emperor Liang will treat his family.
Although the northern border has strong troops and horses and is not afraid of any threats, it may still be constrained in the face of any conspiracies that may arise.
For the sake of his family and his brothers, Qin Feng must leave here alive.
"Die! Die to me!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Qin Feng was like a tireless monster, constantly waving a long-handled sword and fighting desperately with countless enemies.
This unbeatable momentum actually made the enemies around him fearful and terrified.
"This...this guy, doesn't he know he's tired?!"
"Damn it, even though he's wearing nearly a hundred kilograms of heavy armor, he's still so capable of fighting."
"Who knows how long he lasted? One hour? Two hours? Damn it, even the black knight is exhausted, why is Qin Feng still fighting?"
"This...this is the King of the North?!"
Qin Feng no longer remembers how many enemies he killed. He just repeated monotonous movements mechanically, so that he couldn't even feel the existence of his arms.
When Qin Feng was swept away by a mace and hit the ground heavily, he finally came to his senses.
He was shocked to find that there were less than fifty black knights around him.
Xu Mo was covered in blood, and the armor on his body was covered with dense marks from swords and axes. It was no longer clear whether it was his own blood or the enemy's blood.
The surviving black knights had lost the ability to fight back. They just held up their shields and squeezed Qin Feng in the middle. They relied on their bodies to bear the attacks of the dense enemy.
