The night is deep, the night is quiet, and everything seems to have slept.
In a corner of Judas City, this is a barren area full of gravel depressions. High wooden fences surround this large area, and simple grass huts are erected at will.
There was no fire in the vast wasteland, only torches hung from the wooden fence surrounding the wasteland.
Hundreds of Gastard soldiers stood outside the fence, guarding the place.
This is the only special slave dwelling in Judas, guarded by soldiers of Gasthard.
And the slaves here are all shackled, doing the heaviest work, but they can only get enough food to feed their stomachs, they are not full every day, and they are scolded and killed by the guards at will.
The slaves here are all new slaves.
They were prisoners of war of the Gasdadians.
To be precise, all the slaves under guard here were all soldiers of the First Legion of Aaron Landis who had been captured by the Gasdadians in the battle a month ago.
The first legion is also known as the king's guard legion, a legion that only the strong are eligible to enter.
The soldiers who can enter the Guards Corps are all proud of the heavens, making everyone envious.
But now, the warriors who were once the favored sons of heaven have become the most despicable slaves, or the slaves of the enemy.
At that time, because of the murder of the traitors in Judas City, both the food and the water in the military camp were secretly drugged. Although it was not fatal, it greatly reduced the combat effectiveness of the soldiers.
I didn't expect that if I stayed in the city, I would be raided by the enemy army, and the camp suddenly burst into flames. The army of Gasdad raided in the middle of the night. Most of the generals of the army went to the castle to attend the banquet of the city master. It was difficult to organize an effective resistance, and there were still people shouting in the dark that King Kamos had been poisoned by the betrayed Lord Zhudas, which seriously shook the morale of the army...
The above reasons, combined in all aspects, made the First Army, who was caught off guard, be defeated in a short period of time.
Some soldiers died in the melee.
A small number of soldiers escaped from the city of Judas and did not know where to go.
The remaining Aaron Landis soldiers became captives of the Gasdadians, branded as slaves, and became slaves ever since.
The Gasdadians unceremoniously drove these new slaves to do heavy work for themselves. In order to prevent them from resisting, they only gave them very little food every day, tortured them wantonly, and did not care for their lives.
Before leading the army to set off, Tyre took a group of slaves to carry the army supplies, and deliberately escorted half of the prisoner-of-war slaves to Canal. Therefore, these slaves of Aaron Landis soldiers stayed in Judas City. The number is just over three thousand.
What's more, these prisoners of war slaves have been tortured to the point of death and emaciated in the past month.
In this way, there is no need to worry about what storms these prisoners of war can make.
In the dark night, in a grass hut, a man with tall and sturdy bones was lying quietly with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
However, he was pretending to be asleep, as he could see from the occasional rubbing of his abdomen.
Before being captured, he was also a low-level general in the Aaron Landis army, leading a hundred cavalry under his command.
He was also a knight who was honored and admired by all.
Now, with the mark of a slave on his shoulders, he has become a slave of the enemy, driven like a pig and a dog.
He closed his eyes, but his fingers pressed against the hard part of his abdomen.
Reminds me of what happened two days ago.
Early in the morning the day before yesterday, these prisoners of war slaves were driven to work on an empty stomach as usual. During this time, food and forage materials were often transported from Kanal to Judas City, and then sent to the city in an endless stream. The direction of Tyr's army.
And they were driven to carry supplies, and they were also working with the slaves that originally existed in the city of Judas.
Most of the prisoners of war were emaciated because of the prolonged lack of food, and so was he, and the common slaves looked much stronger than they were.
He reluctantly carried a sack on his back and walked forward slowly and with difficulty, the shackles of his hands and feet making a heavy thud as he walked.
Probably because he was walking too slowly, the foreman next to him slapped him with a whip, knocking him to the ground at once.
The man was about to smoke again, when suddenly a slave came over from the side, bowed and nodded at the overseer, and laughed along with him. He opened his mouth with a lot of flattering words, trying his best to flatter the overseer.
Probably happy to be flattered, the overseer snorted and Shi Shiran walked away.
The slave who came over helped him up and patted the dust on his body seemingly inadvertently.
He was startled.
Because he clearly felt that a short dagger was secretly stuffed into his arms by this slave.
When he raised his eyes, the familiar face in front of him made his pupils shrink suddenly.
He recognized this man.
This man is not a slave—it should be said that this man was a slave before, but not anymore.
There is a special team under Kejos, and the soldiers in it are all slaves of the former city of Tozes.
Although these slaves received the grace of the crown prince and were given the status of commoners, to their noble knights, these people were still not much different from slaves.
They still regarded those soldiers as inferior, dismissed them, and even contemptuously called the army, the slave army.
The man in front of him was a low-level general in that special slave army. He recognized him because this man had conflicted with him in order to protect the soldiers under his command.
He was in shock when the man dressed as a slave looked up at him with a meaningful look.
The man patted him with his slave tattooed hand, then got up and left.
In the moment of passing by, the faint voice came into his ears.
"The prince's order, the day after tomorrow night, counterattack."
…
Waking up from his memory, tightly pressing the dagger hidden in his abdomen, he had all five flavors in his heart for a while.
And more, is the trembling from the depths of the body.
fight back.
Pressing the dagger hidden in his abdomen, he recited these two words silently in his heart.
The heart in his body was beating violently, and the surging blood seemed to be burning, making his whole body hot.
The blood of a warrior is boiling.
The blood of the Aaron Landis is boiling.
At this moment, he heard the sound of a sudden noise in the originally quiet city.
The man pretending to be asleep opened his eyes.
In this hut, all his companions suddenly opened their eyes at the same moment.
In the dark night, the eyes on those faces were amazingly bright.
The fire lit up around the prisoner of war camp.
At the time of the turmoil in Judas City, the army, which was scorned as the 'slave army', could only be stationed outside the camp because of the exclusion, but it was a blessing in disguise. out of town.
Afterwards, they disguised themselves as slaves of Judas City and infiltrated the city under Gallan's order, and scattered in twos and threes all over the city.
That night, when the slaves rioted in the whole city, Vata and the others, who were lurking here, also fought with the Gasdad defenders who were guarding the prisoner of war camp.
The gate of the prisoner of war camp was knocked open, and everyone rushed out.
At this moment, they who had been reduced to slaves once again became warriors of the glorious Aaron Landis.
…
In a part of the city, the generals of Gastade just suppressed the troublesome slaves in this place.
He rode on his horse and glanced coldly and contemptuously at the corpse lying on the ground.
He wondered how these beast-like creatures had the guts to rebel against the Gasthards.
The evil spirit surged in the eyes of this rough-faced general.
This climate of resistance must be suppressed.
Kill all the slaves who resisted tonight, and hang the corpses on the city wall, so as to deter those Aaron Landis, so that they will never dare to resist.
At this moment, a cavalry hurriedly rushed on his horse and shouted from a distance.
"My lord! There's something wrong with the prisoner of war camp in the east!"
POW camp!
The general's heart skipped a beat.
If he didn't take slave riots seriously, he was really nervous now.
There are more than 3,000 prisoners of war slaves in the prisoner of war camp. Even if those prisoners of war have been tortured to the core, their combat power, who were once Aaron Landis warriors, is by no means comparable to that of ordinary slaves.
Before he could think about it, he immediately recalled his soldiers and hurried to the prisoner of war camp with the army.
…
Turn back to the east gate of Judas City.
The Dongcheng Gate, which had stood quietly in the dark a moment ago, was now brightly lit.
Juta, who led his subordinates to the east gate, was shot by an arrow from Garlan standing on the city wall.
And in the next second that Garlan's arrow was fired, countless sharp arrows followed, shooting towards Juta's army below like rain.
The steed neighed in fright or pain, completely not expecting that the cavalry in ambush would be caught off guard and shot down.
The people who attacked them were almost all standing on the city wall, shooting arrows from a height, and they couldn't even fight back.
And what frightened them most was the heavy crunching sound from the walls of the city gate.
That was the sound of the heavy winch turning.
With this sound, the huge city gate slowly rose.
In the bright firelight, they could clearly see the countless horseshoes that had been exposed from under the door. They were digging to the ground and could not wait to rush into the opening city gate.
"… Walk!"
Juta, who was rescued by the personal soldiers, spat out a mouthful of blood, his face contorted in pain, and gave the order to evacuate with difficulty.
The men and horses he led in a hurry are definitely not the opponents of the countless cavalry outside, not to mention the archers on the city wall to help suppress them.
Under the protection of his personal soldiers, Juta fell on horseback and fled in a panic.
As he fled, he glanced back.
In the city wall, in the crimson fire, the young man was still standing there, his long golden hair flying in the night sky.
Like a cluster of golden flames that ignited from the darkness.
Just looking at it made him feel inexplicably heartbroken.
In the sound of friction, the heavy city gate finally opened completely.
The cavalry, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, filed in.
The leader was actually an underage boy. He rode a majestic brown horse with dark brown curly hair. Although his face was still a little immature, his body was as thick as a black bear.
The weapon in his hand was actually a huge hammer, pitch-black and shiny, with spikes on the edge, the thorns shone with a cold light, making people feel chills at a glance.
As soon as Sinyas rode in, he smashed the enemy who was in front of his horse with a hammer, and then he looked up and looked around, as if he was looking for something.
It wasn't until he turned his head to see Garlan standing on the city wall that his eyes lit up, he grinned and shouted loudly.
"Brother... uh..."
Suddenly remembering that he couldn't call his elder brother in front of everyone, Xinyas choked, and quickly changed his tune.
"Your Highness!"
He shouted excitedly, and the giant hammer in his hand swung casually and easily in the terrified eyes of others.
Sinyas grinned and pointed his hammer at an empty steed beside him.
As early as when Sinyas rushed in, Garlan had already put down his bow and arrow and ran down quickly.
When the city wall was low, he jumped.
The young man landed lightly on the horse's back, and the fluttering blond hair drew a golden arc in the dark night.
Afterwards, he took the lead, leading the crowd to gallop forward on the city's avenues.
…
Gasdard's general led his cavalry running through the streets of Judas.
At this moment, he was furious.
His colleague led the army to the prisoner-of-war camp, and while he was suppressing the rebellious slaves, he received news of the fall of the east gate from the despicable descendant of Aaron Landis.
He immediately put down everything and led his army to rush in the direction of the East City Gate.
Just halfway through the run, his pupils shrank suddenly.
He hadn't seen the scene in front of him yet, but he had already heard the sound of hooves that shook the earth.
A huge cavalry army was rushing in from not far ahead.
near.
He had seen the familiar black and red color.
The color of Aaron Landis' cavalry.
Meet on a narrow road.
There was a beast-like evil spirit in his eyes, and the sound of fighting horses' hooves made his fierce blood boil at this moment.
Kill all the Aaron Landis!
No matter what conspiracy or trick, he only needs to lead his troops to rush over and kill all those Aaron Landisians!
As long as he chops off the head of the opponent's general with one knife—
Suddenly, one of the Aaron Landis cavalry troops on the opposite side stepped out, urging the horse to speed up and rush towards him.
It seems that the other party is also thinking of killing the general first.
Exactly what he wanted.
The bravery of the Gasdadians never loses to anyone.
Especially when he saw the appearance of the person who came, he sneered in his heart.
The person who rushed towards him was actually a young boy. Although he had a strong body, he could see that he was a little guy who was not yet grown up by looking at the immature face with no hair.
Just looking for death.
it is good.
Kill this little guy first to frighten the Aaron Landis.
Gasdard's general rushed towards Sinyas.
He grinned wickedly, and slashed the heavy broadsword heavily.
With just one sword, this little thing can be split in half.
he thinks.
Sinyas swung the hammer in his hand.
bang.
The hammer that hit the broadsword smashed the broadsword down at once.
The broad sword that had been slashed at him was smashed back by his hammer.
Under the stunned and terrified eyes of General Gasdad, Sinyas slammed down again with a hammer.
bang.
The general's head was smashed into pieces like a watermelon.
The headless body fell from the back of the running horse, and was trampled into meat sauce by the hooves of countless rushing horses.
Sinyas rushed into the enemy army alone, like a tiger into a flock.
He swung the huge hammer in his hand so powerfully that he smashed all the Gasdad cavalry in front of him and smashed them out one by one.
The hammer was stained with blood, and the sharp thorns on the edge were even more bloody.
His ferocious appearance was like a human-shaped beast, which made the always brave Gasdadians tremble in their hearts, and subconsciously wanted to avoid them.
At the moment when the formation of the Gasdadians was in chaos, Aaron Landis' cavalry attacked like a blade.
The black and red flood swept through, completely submerging the Gasdadians.
…
Here in the prisoner of war camp, everyone has fallen into a hard fight.
The Gastard army guarding Judas City arrived in time and blocked the prisoners of war who were about to rush out.
Although the soldiers of the First Corps used to be a strong army, they were tortured for nearly a month and suffered huge physical losses. Now they are fighting against cavalry with infantry.
They, along with Vata and the slave army who came to rescue them, were blocked in the prisoner of war camp.
The noble-born knight and the slave-born general who had once disliked each other in the past put their backs on their backs, fighting to kill the enemy.
The blood of the enemy stained their bodies, and the scars on their bodies were the medals of their warriors.
No need for more language, at this moment, they have tacitly agreed.
Once again, he killed an enemy, and once again added a bone-deep scar on his body.
Breathing heavily, he looked around.
More and more companions fell, the enemy was approaching little by little, and the circle was shrinking little by little.
No one knows how long they can hold out.
Darkness enveloped the city, and the light was so faint in this vast darkness.
The night seemed to never end, and the sun seemed to never rise again.
The Guard Legion, which was once known as the strongest regiment of Aaron Landis, has actually been reduced to such a state of surviving.
The knight looked around blankly, his heart filled with sorrow.
How could Aaron Landis allow these little boys to do whatever they want if King Camos is still there.
If their king was still there...
Suddenly, a loud shout resounded through the sky and entered his ears abruptly.
"Prince Prince!"
"His Royal Highness has come down!"
"Our reinforcements are here—"
The shouts sounded from the slave army, one after another in an instant, accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves coming from afar.
Prince
In a daze, he subconsciously raised his head and looked into the distance.
In the firelight, he saw a cluster of golden rays of light emerging from the darkness, and in an instant he almost thought it was the first ray of golden sunlight that shot from the horizon at dawn.
The familiar cavalry in black and red leather armor appeared in front of everyone with the golden light like a spreading black and red fire.
Gasdard's general, who was besieging the prisoner of war camp, hurriedly turned the army around and confronted the sudden appearance of the army of Aaron Landis cavalry.
In the bright firelight, the young crown prince stood on horseback, and the blond hair behind him was the brightest color in the dark night.
Sinyas, holding a giant hammer, followed closely by his side, and the one-eyed guardian knight guarded behind him.
Countless Aaron Landis cavalrymen were behind him, ready to go.
In the dark night, Garlan raised the long sword in his hand.
The sword pointed to the night sky.
The sharp blade of the sword flashed coldly in the light of the fire.
"Aaron Landis!"
The boy's roar ripped apart the night sky.
His hand fell heavily.
The arc of the sword in his hand seemed to cut through the darkness.
The long sword pointed straight ahead.
"Aaron Landis!!!"
The roars of countless people resounded throughout the world.
In an instant, thousands of horses galloped.
The sound of horses' hooves shook the ground of the city.
The countless Aaron Landis cavalry ignited the city that was once shrouded in darkness—
…
It was a roar familiar to all warriors of Aaron Landis, a roar that inspired warriors to move forward.
At this moment, it sounded again on the land of Aaron Landis.
The knight stared blankly at that scene.
At that moment, he seemed to see a familiar stalwart figure and the young prince's figure overlapped together.
It was as if a fiery flame was lit in his chest, burning the blood in his body.
His sour eyes were a little red.
The body that was extremely heavy not long ago seemed to be penetrated by endless power once again.
"Aaron Landis!"
He growled.
Just like how many times before, he roared from behind that stalwart figure, and rushed towards the enemy force bravely.
Around him, countless people roared like him, rushing towards the Gasdadians.
…
The sun falls.
Darkness enveloped the earth.
The long night seemed to never end.
but-
The long night will pass.
A new sun will rise from the earth.
It will dispel the night and shine upon the land of Aaron Landis again!