"How did the Great Xia people suddenly become so strong?" Roger muttered to himself. "No, they deliberately feigned defeat to lure us into pursuit!"
Even Roger, as foolish as he was, understood at this moment.
In the first charge, he lost nearly three thousand men. The Great Xia cavalry, on the other hand, lost at most a few dozen.
This wasn't a battle at all; it was a massacre, a one-sided massacre!
"Retreat?" That was Roger's next thought.
At this point, Xiang Yu did not give him such an opportunity.
"Kill!" The Hegemon-King of Western Chu roared, and his Tang Dynasty Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry quickly assembled and charged forward at an extremely fast speed.
Bob Wen was deep behind, his face beneath the gold mask already covered in sweat.
“The Great Xia people are putting on an act! They’re putting on an act!” Bobwin couldn’t help but think. “Their first clash with the Templars was their true strength. That fool Roger fell for it; that idiot deserves to die!”
“Your Majesty, do we need to support Roger?” Raymond asked.
"No, ignore that idiot!" Bob Wyn roared. "Raymond, keep a close eye on Sir Rigelard's Knights Templar. Our hopes rest on them!"
This elite force, which Western Christians are so proud of, is now Bob Wynne's hope for a comeback.
Against the Great Xia infantry, the heavily armored Templar Knights would surely be able to wipe them out in an overwhelming manner.
What he didn't know was that Gerard's Templar Knights were facing no ordinary opponents, but the renowned Yue Fei and his elite troops: the Beiwei Army.
Yue Fei stood with his spear held high, his cold face revealing a fiery gaze.
"Beiwei Army, prepare to meet the enemy!"
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