Beside the True Cross, a Crusader general wearing chainmail, a white robe, and a full-face barrel helmet was shouting angrily at him.
Lin Mo could tell from the other person's attire at a glance that he must be a master of the Templar Knights.
His face was cold and indifferent, like the surface of a frozen lake, without a ripple. He slowly pulled the spear that was deeply embedded in the ground, his movements fluid and resolute, as if performing a silent dance.
Then, with dazzling skill, he swung his spear, and the head of the crusader's corpse drew a tragic arc in the air before rolling onto the grass.
Blood gushed from the severed neck, creating a horrifying, bloody scene. His actions were without hesitation or pity.
He swung his spear again, the blade flashing through the air, lifting the head. With a powerful swing, the head flew like a cannonball towards the crusaders, finally landing with a thud on the sand.
This action enraged the Crusader.
"Damn heretic, I'll kill you!"
“Reginald, don’t be impulsive,” another crusader shouted. “Our mission is to protect the relics.”
But the crusader named Reginald could no longer tolerate it. "You stay here, let me go and slaughter all the infidels!"
After speaking, Reginald kicked the Spurs hard and lunged at Lin Mo with his spear in hand.
But at that moment, a howl like a wolf rang out, echoing through the desert.
Reginald looked up and saw that the Great Xia Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon Banner was already waving in the wind, the sound of horns was awe-inspiring, and the neighing of warhorses had already begun.
Amidst the swirling dust, Lin Mo led three hundred heavily armored cavalrymen of the Tang Dynasty, baring their sharp fangs like hunting beasts.
Then, Lin Mo waved his hand and shouted, "Kill!"
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