Weng Kai sneered, the audacity of the black-armored knight's words stoking the fires of his pride.

  "You think 320 soldiers can take a city with 3,000 defenders?" he scoffed, his voice ringing with disdain.

  The black-armored knight's expression remained stoic.

  In siege warfare, the odds were simple mathematics: 320 against 3,000 was a battle of fools.

  Weng Kai knew the cost of such folly, and his heart raced as he watched the black-armored knight's stoic gaze.

  "You need at least double the number of troops to lay a proper siege," Weng Kai sneered, the audacity of the crimson knight.

  "You're walking into your own graves," Weng Kai spat, watching the black-armored knight's face for any sign of fear or doubt.

  But the knight's eyes remained cold and unwavering, his response a silent challenge as he raise his hand.

  "Archers, ready your bows!" Weng Kai's order cut through the tension like a knife, his voice resonating with the authority of a seasoned commander.

  The knights below had not moved, their crimson eyes unblinking as they faced the 3,000-strong Weng Clan defenders.

  "Fire!" Weng Kai roared, his voice a thunderous echo across the ramparts.

  But before the arrows could be released, the world around them erupted in a fiery inferno.

  A whistling sound pierced the air, and an object shot through the sky, heading straight for the city gates.

  BOOM

  Just like Zhao Haoreng's army first encounter with 'Blood Wolf Knights', they where met with a greeting gift of explosives.

  Weng Kai's smug expression transformed into one of horror as the explosion ripped through the city gates, sending a shockwave that rattled the very stones of the city walls.

  The screams of his soldiers mingled with the roar of the explosion, the sound echoing through the streets of Sunset Breeze Pass like a funeral dirge.

  It was true.

  They were he one that killed the Li clan and the second prince's forces that night. The crimson knight's revelation hung in the air, a chilling reminder of the true power that they faced.

  With the city gates obliterated, the Blood Wolves Knights charged forward, their crimson eyes gleaming in the firelight. The sound of their metal boots pounded against the cobblestone streets, a relentless rhythm of war.

  Weng Kai's heart pounded in his chest as he watched the knights storm through the smoke and debris. He knew he had underestimated them, and now the full weight of his mistake bore down on him.

  The clanging of steel and the screams of dying men filled the night air as the Weng Clan's archers and martial artists fought desperately to hold the line. The knights' black-armor gleamed with the light of the fires, making them appear like demons from hell itself.

  Weng Kai's eyes searched the chaos for the black-armored knight, the one who had claimed to serve Lord Joshua. He spotted him amongst the fray, his halberd cleaving through Weng Clan soldiers with brutal efficiency.

  Wang Lichen was ordering his men when he felt a gaze on him, and he turned to find the Weng Kai staring at him from across the battlefield.

  "You!" Weng Kai's furious voice cut through the din of battle, pointing his sword at the black-armored knight.

  With a roar of anger, he charged down from the ramparts, his men following him into the fray.

  Wang Lichen met Weng Kai's furious rush with a calmness that seemed indifferent.

  The black-armored knight's eyes never left the charging figure of the Weng Clan leader as he raised his halberd in a defensive stance.

  Weng Kai's rage-fueled sprint brought him closer and closer to the black-armored knight, the clanging of swords and the screams of battle fading into the background.

  In the chaos, he noticed something peculiar about the knights. They were unusually tall, their features sharp and foreign, unlike the typical inhabitants of the Long Empire. The black-armore knight at the forefront looked almost a giant in comparison to the men of Sunset Breeze Pass.

  Wang Lichen choose to be a tanker type 'Blood Knight', he wanted to be at the forefront of all battles and sieges to effectively command his men.

  His towering frame and the heavier black-armored armor he wore made him an intimidating sight on the battlefield. His halberd was not just a weapon but an extension of his will, as he used it to cleave through the enemy lines with ease. Xie Jie, another 'Blood Knight', was similar to him in build and tactics; together they formed an unbreakable wall that protected the smaller, more agile fighters of their contingent.

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  While Zhang Jin and Peng Lihua who had chosen to be fighter types, danced through the enemy ranks with the grace of deadly dancers, their swords and spears weaving a bloody tapestry of death. They're crimson armor bath in blood signifies how much they have killed in these day.

  Weng Kai knew that the black-armored knight before him was the linchpin of the enemy's morale. If he could defeat this formidable warrior and boost his men morales, the tide of battle might just swing in their favor.

  With a roar that matched the fury in his heart, he charged at the knight, his sword a silver arc in the bloody haze. The knight Wang Lichen, met him with a thunderous clang of steel on steel, his halberd a crimson blur that Weng Kai barely parried.

  The impact sent shockwaves through Weng Kai's arms, and he stumbled back, narrowly avoiding the follow-up thrust. He had faced many skilled opponents, but none had come close to the knight's sheer power and precision.

  He knew that every moment he held the knight's attention was a moment his city's defenders had to regroup and bolster their defenses. The clanging of swords grew louder as the knights continued their relentless assault.

  The 'Blood Knights' didn't just fight with their weapons; they brought a new type of warfare to the city. As Weng Kai faced off with the black-armored knight, he watched in horror as the knights' tactics unfolded.

  The knight named Xie Jie had moved aside, allowing a new wave of 'Blood Knights' in black and crimson armors to flood into the city, each one a terrifying force unto themselves.

  These behemoths, as Weng Kai had come to think of them, bulldozed through his defenses, leaving a trail of carnage in their wake.

  Weng Kai's eyes narrowed, watching as the knights worked together in perfect unison, each movement calculated and precise. It was unlike anything he had ever seen.

  Those in black armors destroy defenses and provide cover to their other compatriots who wore crimson armors, who in turn focused on taking down the city's elite fighters. The crimson knights moved with a lethal grace, their swords and lances dancing through the air, leaving a crimson wake of death.

  Weng Kai felt a surge of anger and fear for his people as he realized the true might of their opponents. The knights' coordination was unmatched, and their power was unlike anything he had ever encountered.

  As he parried and dodged the black-armored knight's relentless blows, he noticed some of his own men, their faces twisted in terror and doubt, turning tail and running from the battle.

  Deserters.

  Their eyes reflected the horror of facing an enemy so formidable, so unlike any they had ever seen.

  Weng Kai's heart sank as he noticed some of his own men, the very ones he had handpicked and trained, turning their backs on the city and fleeing from the crimson and black-clad invaders. Their fear was palpable, thickening the air with the scent of betrayal and cowardice.

  He knew that the battle was lost. His men were outmatched by the precision and brutality of the Blood Wolf Knights.

  With a heavy heart, Weng Kai raised his sword in a gesture of surrender, the metal reflecting the flickering flames of the burning city.

  "This is madness!" Weng Kai roared, his voice hoarse from the screams of the dying that filled the air.

  "We surrender!" Weng Kai bellowed, his voice strained with rage and defeat.

  The black-armored knight in front of him, however, did not falter. His crimson eyes remained focused, his blade a blur of motion as he cut down another of Weng Kai's men.

  "YOU!" Weng Kai bellowed, desperation lacing his voice.

  "I said we surrender! Why do you continue to slaughter my people?"

  Weng Kai's furious voice echoed over the chaos, his eyes searching for any sign of understanding in the black-armored knight's impassive gaze.

  He threw down his sword, the clang of metal on stone a stark symbol of his defeat, and knelt before the crimson knight, the leader of this mysterious force.

  "Please stop, we surrender." he gritted out, his voice raw with defeat.

  Wang Lichen looked at the kneeling Weng Kai, a stark contrast to the proud man who had stood before him moments ago. He raised his crimson-eyed gaze to the golden-armored knights that had appeared atop the city walls, their presence unnoticed until now.

  "Does the lord accept their surrender?" Wang Lichen's voice was barely a whisper, his eyes flickering as he gaze this 'Noble Knights'.

  The golden-armored figures atop the wall glace Wen Kai, then answered in unison.

  "The Lord Joshua accepts your surrender," all of them announced together, their voice ringing out like a bell of fate.

  Wen Kai knelt before the crimson knight, his pride shattered like the remnants of his city's defenses. The sight of the golden-armored knights standing tall on the city walls was a stark reminder of the power he had underestimated.

  Their crimson eyes, gleaming with a mix of triumph and something else—was it pity?—bore into him.

  Wang Lichen, stepped forward.

  His voice was calm, yet it resonated with authority.

  "Rise, Weng Kai," he instructed.

  "Your city has suffered enough today."

  Weng Kai slowly stood, his body trembling with the weight of his defeat.

  The 'Blood Knights' that had been wreaking havoc throughout the city paused, their crimson eyes flicking towards their Grand Master for an order.

  "Everyone drop your weapon!" Weng Kai's voice boomed over the battlefield, a stark command that was met with a moment of stunned silence.

  Weng Kai looked around, the chaos of the battlefield a stark contrast to the sudden silence that had descended upon them.

  His people, the defenders of Sunset Breeze Pass City, stared at him with a mix of shock and relief.

  They had witnessed the unbridled power of these knights, and the realization that they had not come to slaughter them all brought a collective sigh of relief that could be felt even amidst the smoke and ash.

  Weng Kai looked around at the battered and bruised faces of his troops, his own blood staining his armor. His eyes searched for any sign of anger or betrayal, but instead, he found only a glimmer of hope in their weary gazes.

  "The leader of Sunset Breeze Pass City, Weng Kai, has surrendered to Lord Joshua," the crimson knight's voice rang out across the battlefield, his words echoing off the charred walls of the city.

  The once-ferocious clang of steel on steel ceased abruptly, the only sound being the crackle of flames and the occasional cough from a weary defender. The knights, their crimson eyes gleaming in the flickering light of the fires they had not started, sheathed their weapons, their movements precise and synchronized.

  "Your city is now under the protection of Lord Joshua," the crimson knight, known as Grand Master, announced to the city's trembling inhabitants, his words echoing through the acrid air.

  Weng Kai's heart was heavy, but he knew that surrender was the only way to ensure the survival of his people. He had seen the horrors these knights could unleash, and he would not let his pride be the cause of their demise.

  He just hope that this people and the force behind them aren't just another group seeking to exploit and enslave the city.