Scene 318 Holy White's Battle II

Act Three Hundred and Eighteen

Holy White's Battle

The sun refracts the ivory-white Lionheart Street of Ampersell. This street was built in the year of the dead month of the first century. Charlesman, who was the priest of Ampersell at the time, wrote such a chapter in his own hand: "The long street shines like snow. , like a holy ladder leading to the clouds'

Four hundred and sixty-five years ago, the White Lion Legion once accepted the inspection of the first emperor Aike from this long street; however, four hundred and sixty-five years later, they reappeared on this land.

Spears shine, armor beats snow.

"The enemy is all here."

Sir Franz stood in his makeshift position, watching the rows of silvery spear points appear on the horizon beyond Lionheart Street. The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

If the enemy is a white lion, what are we? Karen's failure was still in sight, he slowly raised his right hand, with five fingers together, like a knife cutting in the morning wind.

But Karen is nothing but trash.

The motto of the white lion is never to rest until death; however, no matter who the enemy is, the legion will be defeated. Whether it is true or not, you can tell it by the sword. This is a sharp blade stained with blood. The words of praise are not empty words; Sir Zi looked up at the battle flag of the white lion. This is a fortress built with the blood of the enemy and himself, but how could the young man understand.

He never thought that there would be an army in this kingdom that could defeat today's White Lion Army, other legions could not, and neither could the White Lion Guard in the past. To deny today is to betray history. Sir Franz will never forget those comrades who died in the November War.

Naturally, their blood will not be shed in vain.

So today he wants to prove all this with a sword and a long bow. From now on, the White Lion Legion will also stand on this land forever, and their flag will never fade because of this. And how can the fate of the people today be bound by history.

Not everyone has to live heavily to carry yesterday's ideals, just to exist is also a kind of pride.

History speaks by strength.

"Prepare--"

An order with a strong local accent on the northern plateau came in the wind.

Behind Sir Franz, the light infantry of the Kingdom's White Lions took a step forward, moving forward one by one like a gray-white human wall, raising their longbows one by one. A flickering, flashing band of light.

The commander squinted to estimate the distance.

The archers of the kingdom's White Lion Army held their breath, and they adjusted their heartbeats and hand-eye coordination to the same level.

The commander finally nodded.

"One hundred steps away, no wind—"

"One hundred steps away, no wind—"

Sir Franz raised his hand high like a banner, and slashed forward fiercely:

"put!"

Hum——

The air seemed to be evacuated, and the bowstring seemed to be vibrating slowly at an extremely low frequency. The feathered arrows flew out of the string, and the archers of the three hundred White Lion Legion released their arrows at the same time, and then they seemed to slowly turn sideways, and Qi Qi drew another arrow from the quiver behind them...

for a moment.

Arrows fly like locusts in the sky.

The gazes of the young cadets of the Wangli Knight Academy followed the feather arrows, and the orderly formation of cavalry produced a ripple like water. Brando watched with cold eyes. Having experienced many wars, he knew that perhaps the intensive longbow salvo in each war was not the attack method that caused the most casualties, but it was a huge test of the quality of the army.

Aruin has many battle examples that show that when an army of poor quality faces intensive long-range strikes, morale will drop sharply. Because people always instinctively seek to get out of trouble, timidity and eagerness will tear apart the formation, and even cause a rout.

But war is the process of overcoming instinct.

"Keep speed!"

"Keep speed!"

Miuco, Bresen, and even Loka were shouting at the top of their lungs, and the cadets raised their shields one after another while manipulating their horses.

Cammel took a deep breath on the horseback, his taupe eyes were fixed on the flying arrows that were rising higher and higher in the air, and his head was raised higher and higher accordingly.

Although they have experienced several battles before, this is the first time that they have been put into the frontal battlefield seriously. There is no tactical requirement in the confrontation between the two sides, and the competition is just pure fighting will.

And their opponents were no longer the vulnerable Hong Kong Guards—but the Kingdom White Lions in gray and white armor with solemn expressions and uniform movements. please keep in mind

The kingdom's most elite fighters—

'brush--'

Arrows rained down, and all the knights on horseback leaned back slightly, and the arrows jingled and fell from them. Those arrows were actually slightly deformed before they even got close to them - a layer of faint golden light extended along the direction of the arrows, and when the arrows really broke through this halo and hit everyone, they had already lost With most of the strength.

"It's magic!"

"It's the halo of conflict... There are templar knights in the opponent's camp!" The White Lions screamed in the direction.

The moment Cammel was hit by an arrow, his mind seemed to go blank, but when he shook his head and looked up, he saw the infantry regiment in white heavy armor at the forefront of the team amidst the rain of arrows. is leaving the brigade.

Bearing countless flying arrows.

They are attracting firepower...

Cammel swallowed dryly, and suddenly felt a little dry in his throat.

Brando held the long sword in his hand, and his eyes remained firmly on the position of the northern nobles. He was waiting for an opportunity, but this opportunity was close at hand.

He finally raised his sword, roaring as if using all his strength:

"White Lion Guard, follow my orders and crush all your enemies!"

"You are born to be glorious, so spread your wings and embrace the victory that belongs to you—"

"No matter who is the opponent, the Legion will win!"

The sword of the earth pointed to the sky, like a flag flying. The white lion guards let out a roar, and the roar shook the world, making the faces of their enemies change color.

In just a dozen seconds, the longbowmen of the White Lion Army had already shot four rounds of feathered arrows. Fei Shi was like a storm sweeping every inch of land within a short distance of less than a hundred meters. Although the White Lions were not good at long-range strikes, that was only relatively speaking.

Just pointless.

Sir Franz looked at the holy white army with a shocked face, and the white lion battle flag was marching forward in the rain of arrows.

All the firepower was concentrated on them, but nothing was achieved; even the sharpest arrows could not penetrate within a foot of their bodies, and a layer of light blue light naturally bounced off the feathered arrows.

The archers switched several types of arrow clusters, such as hunting arrows and conical armor-piercing arrows, but none of them made any contribution.

On the contrary, the opponent is gradually accelerating.

Faster than a galloping horse.

Sir Franz's body was icy cold. He had seen the Cruz Broken Swords on the plateau, and the St. Osor's Buck Guards in the November War. The army in front of him couldn't help but Let him seem to have returned to that nightmarish era.

Ten does not save one.

The blood shed in the war seemed to have already dyed the horizon red.

"Let the mages come!" Sir Franz shouted almost gnashing his teeth, his forehead was covered with a fine layer of cold sweat.

"My lord, the mage group is still behind!"

The first swordsman regiment of the Kingdom's White Lion Legion Jude's regiment led by Sir Franz. The purpose of this light infantry regiment is to detour to the rear of the princess's party as quickly as possible and cut off the back road.

He led a column of archers and a column of light infantry to arrive at the destination first, and before he even had time to rest, he formed his formation. Originally, I thought that blocking the opponent's 200 people with 500 people was completely overkill.

But now he only felt regret, and actually underestimated the enemy. Sir Franz closed his eyes: "Quickly, let the Grand Knight of Nicoloma come to support, and let the Temple come to support!"

"Damn it, how could there be Templars in the enemy camp?! Those damned Cruz people, they are simply contradicting their promises..."

He turned around.

But you must block the other party, even if you delay it, even if you pay a price for it.

"Archers retreat, change swords! White lion infantry, step forward—"

Behind the archer, there are spears like a forest.

But it was too late, the white lion guards had already reached the front of the position.

This army, which seems to have stepped out of the legend, is really going to spread its wings to embrace their victory at this moment; the cyan lines surrounding their armor seem to come alive, they surround each other, and move to the sides Stretch out.

In an instant, all the fighters of the White Lion Guard stretched out a pair of turquoise wings with a wingspan of nearly ten meters behind them.

ah!

The infantrymen of the Kingdom's White Lion Legion who had just set up their spears watched their enemies suddenly rise from the ground in dumbfounded. At a distance of 100 meters, they came to the sky above the position of the Kingdom's White Lion Army in an instant.

Isn't this the tactic of the Wind Elf Guards? When Sir Franz looked up, nothing remained in his mind.

It was also the last thought of his life.

In midair, spears rained down. One of the lances was so powerful that it pierced through his heart in an instant before he had time to react. At the moment of his death, the head of the first swordsman regiment of the Kingdom's White Lion Army even maintained That look of incomparable surprise.

Shock.

Unwilling.

There is also unbelievable.

The kingdom's white lion army, which left a piece of corpse, is retreating, but it's not a rout, but an encirclement. The lower-level non-commissioned officers took over the command of Sir Franz. Although their morale has been greatly reduced, they still have to complete the final mission of this legion.

The White Lion Army will not rest until death.

Facing such a scene, Kaglis also had a great headache. The Kingdom's White Lion Army may not be the strongest army, but it is definitely the most difficult to deal with. The opponent's glory supports them and they will never retreat, but they only have one chance, and they must not let the opponent get entangled.

More than three swordsman regiments of the White Lions are outflanking them. Just one second at night is the difference between hell and heaven.

As soon as he and his guard knights landed, they immediately made the same decision—forward. It was necessary to tear the opponent's position forward and open a passage for the cadet knights behind.

The young people from Tonigel had almost reckless, but they were facing an opponent who was equally fearless, and their powerful swordsmanship could only cause a wave of blood among the crowd. But this speed of advancement is not enough, far from enough.

Caglis pulled out the Lion Blade, his eyes were almost red, and he roared angrily: "Push them away! Even if it is a collision, give me a bloody path. Listen! You can only move forward, not allowed Back off!"

"Aw!" Everyone's eyes turned red.

The white lion guards completely gave up all defenses, and they only advanced in the crowd almost arbitrarily. Although all the attacks of the kingdom's white lion army could hardly cause any harm to them, those soldiers who had no hesitation embraced one after another. Grab their arms and thighs, hold them back so they can't get an inch.

Caglis was facing the attacks of dozens of people by himself, and he almost felt that he had exceeded his limit after just a moment of fighting. He was panting heavily, and the white breath he exhaled was condensed under the visor of the helmet. The white lion guards finally began to suffer casualties. Finally, someone was suppressed by the soldiers of the kingdom's white lion army, lifted his mask, and then stabbed to death on the ground with a sword.

But paying is not without cost.

The position of the first swordsman regiment of the Kingdom's White Lion Legion finally began to loosen.

Cammel suddenly heard cheers coming from his ears. He looked left and right and found that the formation of the cavalry was spreading to the two wings, forming a thinner and wider shock formation.

This is about to start the impact, he suddenly thought. Sure enough, a team of knights on both wings was accelerating, and they took the lead with their flags held high.

Cammel happened to recognize those knights, that female silver elf knight, the red-haired 'devil' lady—the mountain people believed that all red-haired people had the blood of demons, and Cammel was no exception, not to mention Qian's The way of fighting is also really unsightly. The mercenaries are notoriously fierce when fighting on the battlefield.

Then came the three knights of the Earl of Swallow Castle, and Cammel couldn't help staying on the female knight for a while. Followed by Braggs' Brayson, senior Lorca, and the stern-faced Miuko.

Under their leadership, the formation of the cavalry formed a crescent; they were gradually accelerating, from trotting forward while keeping their sitting horses, to galloping at full stride.

The ground shook like thunder.

Cammel heard someone screaming in his ear: "Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!"

"Has entered the opponent's best range!"

"Don't stop if you don't want to die!"

"Cavalry speed up, maintain formation!"

Before Cammel could react, he felt bumped. He turned his head and saw a black figure passing by him. When he raised his head, he saw only a black cloak flying in the wind.

And that high-raised, black, broad blade.

Harangia, the sword of the earth.

It's 'Your Excellency Commander'.

This is what these non-commissioned students call that person, and Cammel couldn't help but widen his eyes—is he also going to participate in the charge? In their impression, Brando should be a strategizing commander, not a charging knight.

But he opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and saw another slender figure walking side by side with His Excellency the Commander. It's Sir Overwell, the name of the Lone Wolf has long been heard throughout the kingdom, and the veteran of the kingdom, Lord Overwell, wants to charge side by side with him?

what an honor...

But who actually honors whom.

Before Cammel could make a sound, one knight after another had passed him and approached Brando. First of all, the mercenary knights of the Lubis, these experienced mercenaries surrounded their lord left and right, making Brando looked like a king on the hunt.

Brando quickly answered Cammel's doubts with practical actions.

The position of the first swordsman regiment of the Kingdom's White Lion Legion finally began to loosen.

The opportunity has come.

Brando looked away from the left and right. On his left were Overwell and Nimesis, and on his right were Shire, Tiffin, Andrig and Mordefs.

These people are his companions.

The so-called companion.

They are all like-minded people.

He knows that some of these people have shared weal and woe with him in this world, and some of them have fought side by side with him in another period of history, but the two histories seem to overlap at this moment.

It's close at hand, no matter how you look at it. The whistling wind passed through his ears, and there seemed to be a sound in the wind——it was the long flute sound of Karasu.

The sound of the flute fluttered over the battlefield.

That year, the enemy they faced was the endless army of Madara. Just like now, right in front of them, the knights straightened their helmets, said to each other that they cherished each other, and were about to launch a final charge against the enemy.

What awaited them was countless cold, emotionless deaths that danced like phosphorous fire.

At that moment, history and reality overlapped.

Then, let's charge.

He raised his sword and took the lead. The cloak flew up like a black flame. Butch, Riedenburg, Madara, everything is left behind, and the endless future unfolds ahead.

History has changed.

The cavalry roared behind him, forming three unstoppable arrows. Their names were the cadets of the Royal Knights Academy, their names were the Kingdom's White Lion Guards, and their names were Aruin's young future.

The moment the huge trident on the battlefield pierced the line of the White Lion Legion to which the northern nobles belonged, this so-called indestructible legion finally collapsed.

The cavalry were howling and screaming, and the long sound of the whining horn was like a big hand brushing across the entire battlefield, carrying everyone's victory forward, and then forward.

A gap was opened in the encirclement circle of the White Lions.

This opening finally tore the darkest corner of Aruin's history. When the Grand Knight Nicholoma arrived with the reinforcements, he saw the collapsed corner of the White Lion Army with a pale face. This was a scene he had never seen in his life.

Then he saw a mass of black flames sweeping out from the rout.

Under the flames, there were the young man's steel-like eyes and the sharp blade in his hand. The Great Knight of Nicoloma unsheathed his long sword, what a templar, he also had a yellow halo spread out from his body.

Also Templar.

Cammel saw with his own eyes their commander and the Knight of the Templar passing by, and he didn't even have time to send out a reminder. It was a Templar of the Temple, and he even recognized him—Nico The Great Knight of Loma, one of the gold-ranked masters in the Temple of Amperesel.

But what Cammel saw was only a continuous afterimage and the head of the Great Knight of Nicoloma flying high.

"ah……"

He can't even make a sound. All the cadets of Wangli Knight Academy were completely stunned at this moment. What kind of swordsmanship that is, cannot be described in the language of mortals.

The first swordsman regiment of the White Lion Legion collapsed.

It was as if a death vortex had formed on the battlefield, and the men of the Great Knight of Nicoloma were also swept into this vortex, and were crushed to pieces in an instant.

However, Brando was still advancing. The young cavalry swept across the flanks of the Third Swordsman Regiment of the White Lions, and then swept across the Fourth Swordsmen Regiment who had just arrived and had no time to start their formation. Conn died in battle and Owen was seriously injured.

Morale is like a rainbow.

Ampersel North Gate Barracks——

Balta looked at the report in his hand with a blank face. All the information on it only told him one message: the princess and her Royal Knight Academy cadets had broken out.

He raised his head stiffly.

Priest Wood's face sank, "The growth of young people has far exceeded our expectations. It seems that we old guys can only be allowed to do it."

Laird nodded, turned around and pushed the door out.

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