Cavalry!
Groups of cavalry ca from the distant horizon!
In a flash, they charged into the range of the Southern Suburb farm.
Under Taniel's horrified gaze, they surrounded Bondi, Holle, and the others tightly.
"This, this is..."
"Reinforcents from Capital Terter!"
"Weren't they supposed to arrive two days later?"
"Why are they here now?"
Taniel thought, his expression suddenly changing.
Taniel is not a fool.
On the contrary, being able to beco a teacher at 'Deer Academy,' Taniel definitely has no problem with his intelligence.
In fact, it can be said that he's above average.
It's just because of so aspects of his personality that he seems a bit 'dumb'.
But such personality traits absolutely won't hinder his ability to accurately analyze the current situation.
The vanished patrol guards.
Early-arrived 'reinforcents.'
Prince Ruitai's troops.
After swiftly connecting these pieces, Taniel turned and ran.
At this ti, he would never foolishly rush forward.
Rushing forward ans certain death!
More accurately, just another death!
Only by finding Jason!
Finding Jason is the only way!
Thinking this, Taniel pressed his body lower, practically crawling on all fours.
At the sa ti, Taniel prayed in his heart.
Prayed that these reinforcents wouldn't make a move imdiately.
Perhaps Taniel's prayer worked, as these distant 'reinforcents' rely surrounded Bondi, Holle, and the others, without launching a charge, though their cavalry guns were pointed at Bondi and the others. RÃɴô𝔟Ę𝒮
These cavalry were divided into two parts.
The rear, although their armor was shining, was less attention-grabbing than the foremost hundred.
They were all clad in black chainmail, with bombs hung around their saddles, a revolver on each outer thigh, holding cavalry guns shorter than rifles but more finely made, and faster in firing.
Each one had a rugged face, standing tall.
Gripping their saddles without moving, an aura of seasoned soldiers ca rushing.
"Black-clad Knights!"
Bondi, Holle's pupils shrank.
The two hailed from the military and naturally understood what these Black-clad Knights represented.
Black-clad Knights: a cavalry unit, handpicked from various Sewock forces by Prince Ruitai, that struck fear into the enemies.
Every black-clad knight was skilled in the army, not only adept at shooting, throwing, and lee weapons but could easily kill ordinary soldiers unard.
Bondi, Holle could have been selected for this unit.
But both eventually gave up.
Because they were ultimate opponents.
Only the victor could be selected.
With just a simple competition, given their relationship, the loser would only bless the winner, yet the final contest required the victor to kill the loser.
Thus, they abandoned the idea.
But precisely because of this abandonnt, their friendship strengthened even more.
Also made them realize, the new soldiers behind them were simply not opponents.
Not to ntion those new soldiers.
Even if all the veterans from Lorde were gathered, they wouldn't stand a chance.
They're not even on the sa level.
Any Black-clad Knight before them could easily deal with anyone behind them.
Even them.
One-on-one, there's confidence.
One-on-two?
Still barely manageable.
One-on-three?
Totally not an opponent.
But the Black-clad Knights in front are not just a hundred strong.
This is what made Bondi, Holle most helpless.
They not only fail in duels but also in numbers.
Right now, they put together only about a hundred.
While the Black-clad Knights are a hundred strong, not to ntion the additional nineteen hundred cavalry behind.
How to fight this?
One charge and they'd be completely annihilated.
Bondi gestured for a regrouping formation, relying on defensive structures.
Bondi could only hope Taniel finds Jason.
Not to bring Jason back!
But to move away!
Even if his friend Jason arrives, against a hundred Black-clad Knights and nineteen hundred cavalryn, he'd be utterly ineffective.
He only hoped his friend Jason could deliver this ssage back to Lorde.
Then, through Lorde, by telegram, pigeon, or royal secret channels, the news would swiftly spread across Sewock.
This must be done!
Otherwise, the Black-clad Knights would slaughter Lorde.
Just like they've done before.
And now?
He needs to buy ti for his friend.
"Sheriff of Lorde, Deputy Sheriff Bondi, at your service."
"May I ask where you are from?"
"And what brings you here?"
Bondi, leaning against a barn, shouted loudly.
The sheriff didn't rashly stick out his body.
He knew very well, each Black-clad Knight was a sharpshooter.
Facing even one sharpshooter is enough to terrify.
Facing a hundred?
That's no longer just terrifying.
That's wanting to be turned into a beehive.
Black-clad Knights raised their cavalry guns silently.
About two seconds passed, and the Black-clad Knights retreated like the tide.
A Knight, riding a black warhorse, clad in full armor, stepped out slowly.
The black warhorse was entirely black, without a single stray hair.
Its head massive, hooves larger than sea-sized bowls, even approaching slowly exudes a forest king scanning its territory vibe. In fact, when this black warhorse erged, the surrounding Black-clad Knights' horses nervously pawed at the ground.
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