The commander-in-chief's frown slowly relaxed, and then his Adam's apple rolled.
He suddenly realized that from now until now, the sound of armor colliding behind him has indeed become less frequent.
He turned slowly and asked the cavalry captains to start counting heads one by one.
"one two three......"
As they counted, the cavalrymen's voices began to tremble.
Because, compared to when we set out, there were about fifty fewer people.
You know, it's only been a few minutes and they haven't even walked very far.
"Great! Commander-in-chief! There! There!"
A trooper suddenly screamed, and everyone turned their heads.
In the shadow of the street corner, a white horse was walking slowly out.
There was something on the horse's back. It could only be barely seen as a human figure, but it was soft and limp like a piece of leather, swaying with the horse's steps.
Everyone drew their weapons and swallowed, watching nervously.
When the horse appeared, they found that what was on its back was just an empty suit of armor.
The collar of the armor was empty, and there was only a black mass where a head should have been.
The scariest thing is that the armor is still moving.
The fingers of the gauntlet trembled slightly with the pace of the horse, as if an invisible person inside was trying to grab the reins.
"Humph! You're playing tricks!"
The commander-in-chief roared and drew his sword to chop.
The armor was scattered all over the ground, and there was nothing inside.
Somehow, a young cavalryman in the team suddenly collapsed.
He rushed to the nearest mud house like crazy and kicked open the shaky wooden door: "Come out! All of you, come out..."
His voice stopped abruptly.
The cavalrymen only had time to see his outstretched hand wave twice in the black mist, and then he was pulled in as if something had grabbed him.
The wooden door slammed shut automatically, and even the sword at his waist didn't have time to fall to the ground.
Only his horse was still standing outside the door, padding its hooves restlessly.
"THAT! WHAT IS THAT?!"
"ah?!"
The commander-in-chief's expression gradually became distorted, and his knife fell to the ground with a clang.
Because he found that the street he had just come to was now full of empty horses.
Thousands of empty horses.
The animals just stared at them in silence.
In the horse's eyes, all that was reflected were the pale faces of the Hebrew cavalry.
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