"Be careful, Salvation Army, be careful." A laborer standing on the rooftop shouted to the vast crowd below, "The knights are coming again."
Seeing Horn standing there indifferent, the laborer decisively ran out from home, picking up a hammer and chisel he usually used for work, and charged angrily towards those knights.
The terrifying sound of hooves echoed again.
Visible to the naked eye, the iron chains of that long bridge vibrated more violently, and another two teams of seventy knights galloped towards them.
If these new knights were allowed to charge in, not to mention breaking through this crowd of nearly ten thousand refugees, they could easily retrieve those knights trapped in the formation.
Standing at the bridgehead, Horn coldly watched the long bridge before him.
"Aren't you going to dodge?" Patrick, who had just saved Horn, asked.
Horn glanced at Patrick. He wasn't sure where this old man had come from and didn't dare to trust him.
