The infantry of the rebel army gathered hastily, raising their half-height shields, trying to form a shield wall against the charge of the cavalry. The number of cavalry who launched the attack was much smaller than them. The formation of these cavalry charges was a bit strange. They were not arranged in ordinary horizontal rows, but gathered at a point and then elongated, shaped like a sharp sword.
The tip of the front end of the long sword is the sharpest point of the whole sword.
The Duke of Buckingham is the point of the sword.
The iron cavalry led by the Duke of Buckingham himself is two completely different concepts from ordinary iron cavalry!
The infantrymen shouted in horror, seeing the murderous warhorses approaching in an instant. The knight at the front broke through the defense of the shield almost instantly, his lance swept out, sweeping out a huge half-moon arc, within the arc, all the infantry trying to gather together. Blood splattered.
The first knight had opened a gap in the entire line of defense, and the following knights followed him straight in through the gap.
Compared with them, the entire rebel army seems to be a mess of sand.
The terrifying impact of the cavalry was vividly displayed when the Duke of Buckingham took advantage of the terrain to seize the best opportunity.
The shield wall of the rebel army was a fragile piece of paper in front of the charging royal cavalry. The knights' lances ripped apart the thin paper-like defensive line, and directly penetrated most of the rebels' middle lanes in one breath, cutting the rebels' team into two halves.
The rebels found their enemies as fierce as tigers and as cunning as foxes.
The cavalry on both sides was always separated by the infantry and the baggage team. The Duke of Buckingham did not give the knights of the rebel army a chance to organize and surround him. All the cavalry closely followed the Duke of Buckingham, always maintaining the formation of long swords.
In front of the iron cavalry, the infantry can only let them trample.
After breaking through the defense line, the royal cavalry immediately used the heavy lance as a spear and threw it with all their might. Wherever the two-meter-long iron gun passed, blood splattered, or death or injury.
And at the moment when the iron spear left his hand, the cavalry had already drawn out the swords around their waists, and slashed downwards from the horses.
A puff of blood splashed up and splashed onto their armor. These knights were like death gods from blood.
The warhorse flies into the air.
The Duke of Buckingham, surrounded by the cavalry who had finally caught up, leaped to his feet with his horse and swung his sword in mid-air. The same tactics the King used when he fought against the Gulhendian heavy cavalry were repeated in the Duke of Buckingham - the King's martial arts were taught by him!
People danced with war horses, and the sword light jumped like the moon.
The rebel cavalry that had just arrived was obviously the one who surrounded the Duke of Buckingham, but at this time they had to raise their shields for defense.
A young knight's shield met the Duke of Buckingham's sword, he only felt the pain in the tiger's mouth, and the next moment the shield flew out. The Duke of Buckingham cut the knight's throat with a sword without hesitation.
The war horse landed, and the Duke of Buckingham continued to charge forward, followed by other royal cavalry.
The Duke of Buckingham was right in the middle of the army, where the rebel flag was flying, and Prince Will was there.
Prince Will's subordinates struggled to find him and asked him to order, but found that Prince Will, who was wrapped in heavy iron armor, was pale and trembling.
Prince Will shuddered uncontrollably as he watched the Duke of Buckingham traverse most of the battlefield, coming towards him like a broken bamboo.
When I was young, it was on such a battlefield that it was also a battle of less-to-many.
Prince Will, who is still proud, has encountered a fiasco in his life.
His army was torn to shreds by the Duke of Buckingham's cavalry, his knights were trampled by the Duke of Buckingham's knights, and he himself was nearly killed by the Duke of Buckingham's sword. That is the madman of the Rose family! How can a normal person outmaneuver a lunatic!
His pride, his dignity, his ego shattered cleanly in that battle.
It was not until William III died of illness that the Duke of Buckingham guarded the Rose Palace, and the Duke of Buckingham's son John replaced him on the battlefield, and Prince Will's fear gradually faded.
But now, that nightmarish fear has intensified.
As soon as he pushed away his subordinates who were anxiously shouting to him, he turned the horse's head, and was about to flee in the direction he came from.
A soft sigh fell into Prince Will's ears, and into everyone's ears.
The statue of Prince Will was blocked by an invisible wall. He fell off his horse and looked up at the sky blankly. There was a ripple-like light in the air that spread out in circles, and the light carried a majesty and power beyond human imagination, and the war horse neighed and trembled.
The rebel soldiers fell to their knees subconsciously.
"Miracles! Miracles come!"
Some trembled and shouted, with adoration and fear in their voices.
The battlefield that had been noisy just now suddenly fell silent.
The Duke of Buckingham reined his horse and took his cavalry, who had also suffered a lot of damage, to stand on the blood-stained snow.
The so-called "miracle" was reflected in his icy blue pupils.
"Is this the descending soldier that Cremo got?"
said the Duke of Buckingham softly.
That's the history of the other side of the strait, King Cremo in AD 217 received the help of the Holy See, the Lord's help at the cost of accepting the Holy See as the state religion. In Blasey's Chronicle it is written that "...the angels fought with the mortals in armor, and they gave the laurels of victory to King Cremo...".
The power of the gods changed the originally defeated battle.
Now, after more than a thousand years, that power has appeared again.
The three iron carriages have been shaken, and three holy caskets are placed in the carriages, which are loaded with three holy corpses that should have been buried in the church to receive the worship of the world. White light spread out from the holy corpse and gathered in mid-air.
In mid-air, behind the young white-robed cultivator, a pair of huge white wings slowly unfolded, and the armor appeared on his body from illusory to solid at the same time. The entire space was silent, and everyone in the rebel army was crawling on the ground. The only one who did not kneel and kowtow was the cavalry led by the Duke of Buckingham.
They also felt a dignified pressure, but no knight backed away.
Because the Duke of Buckingham did not back down.
He stared at the war angel suspended in mid-air, stretched out his hand to take the king's flag from the knight beside him, and held it high.
The king's flag is hunting.
This is the banner of mortals.
The angel opened his eyes, his expression was the same as that of all the frescoes in the Holy See, there was neither joy nor sorrow, but his pupils retained the shadow of the monk in white robes, as clear as a mirror, and the mirror reflected the high king. mortal knight with flag.
"Descendants of the Dragonslayer."
He said it in a low voice, but it reached everyone's ears.
"For more than a thousand years, do you still want to continue with your original choice?"
"It's been over a thousand years."
The Duke of Buckingham raised his head and looked at the somewhat broken blood-colored king flag flying in the air.
More than a thousand years!
The Qiangwei family has been struggling to stand on this land for more than a thousand years! Broken again and again, under heavy pressure from all directions again and again, pouring their own blood on this land from generation to generation... It turns out that they have persisted like this for more than a thousand years!
"What was the choice of the Qiangwei family more than a thousand years ago, and what will be the same after more than a thousand years."
The Duke of Buckingham said slowly.
"You will die." The angel looked at the old duke, and looked at the eyes passed down from generation to generation, "Even so, do you still have to fight?"
"Evil dragons treat mortals as food, and you treat mortals as ants. Now, have you begun to pity the ants?"
The wind blew the flag's tail into Buckingham's face. He marched all his life and never talked nonsense, but today he didn't care about the time.
"Is it pity? Or is it discovery that the ants have gathered together and have earth-shaking power?"
His eyes suddenly sharpened, like an ancient knife turning sideways, the edge of the blade jumped over the cold light.
ice cold.
"We can give you glory, strength, and power," said the angel. "We can give you strength, and we can make you transcend the boundaries of the mundane and achieve extraordinary things."
The Duke of Buckingham laughed: "No, you have no idea what we want!"
For the first time, doubts appeared in the angel's mirror-like eyes.
"You don't understand at all."
The Duke of Buckingham looked around, the snow had turned into mud, the corpses were pressed against one another, blood and slush were mixed together, and knives, swords, and spears were everywhere.
The war of mortals, whether they lose or win, should be entirely up to themselves.
Before each knight set foot on the battlefield, he was ready to return victorious in victory, and to die in battle if defeated. This is the fate of the knights, they have no regrets! But it is definitely not like now - the victory or defeat of the entire war, the fate of millions of people in the entire country, in a moment, in a single thought, vanished into nothing.
No matter how much blood of mortals, in front of the gods, it is just a small drop of water, falling silently.
"That's why we are always reluctant to bow down to you!"
If mortals are like ants in front of the gods, all their recklessness and hard work is just a joke.
How ridiculous that must be!
The Qiangwei family has persisted for more than a thousand years, and all they want is the fate of mortals, and it is up to mortals to decide! The history of mortals is written by mortals themselves! They want themselves not to be prey, not ants, not puppets!
They want to stand upright on the ground!
They just want a fairness, they just want a freedom.
However, in heaven and earth, no one will give them.
"None of you will give it to you, so—" the Duke of Buckingham said softly, his voice sunk for so many years, "The Rose Family will take it themselves."
With blood, with the lives of generations to take!
"As long as you stand here, you are not our enemy." The angel held the flaming sword, and he pointed lightly at the place where Prince Will was.
The Duke of Buckingham looked back at the knights behind him: "Go, don't let this rare good intentions go."
The iron cavalry stood still, and no one left.
"Don't feel ashamed, the enemies you face now are beyond the scope of your oath to face." The Duke of Buckingham said lightly, "Go ahead."
"Are you insulting us?"
The old knight who had followed him for the longest time, who had been blinded in one eye during the battle, had blood all over his face. He slowly raised his sword and pointed at Prince Will, who was kneeling on the ground.
"Let's go after a peeing dog?"
His description was vulgar and presumptuous, completely inconsistent with the spirit of chivalry. But as soon as he finished speaking, all the knights burst into laughter, and the laughter was wild and unrestrained, as if there was no incomparable angel in front of them, and there was no invisible pressure around them that almost fell from the horse's back.
The Duke of Buckingham froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.
He pulled back and looked at his knights: "I'm very happy!"
He was cold and severe in his life, and even if he won a great victory, he had never laughed like this today, and never expressed his feelings so bluntly.
"I am very happy!"
The Duke of Buckingham raised the king's flag aloft.
"You're all here! I'm glad you're all imperial cavalry!"
"For the glory of Rose!"
The knights roared, and they raised their swords high.
Horses no longer neigh.
The war horses and their masters have gone on expeditions together for many years, and they have already communicated with each other. At this moment, the warhorse actually overcame the fear in its nature. Like its owner, it proudly raised its head and did not retreat.
"Now! Follow me—"
The Duke of Buckingham turned to the angel, and he swung his sword.
"charge!"
Like just now, he was the first to rush out.
The knights followed, the horses' hooves raising blood and mud from the battlefield. They follow their generals without hesitation, they are a long sword, they are the swords and knives of mortals! Old knights, young knights, they only have a few hundred rides left.
But at this moment, they are the army of the empire!
The angel spread his wings and drew his flaming sword.
The mighty red fire spread in midair, with the angel as the center, all the snow melted in an instant within a radius of several hundred meters. The water melted by the melting snow turned into a scalding long river, tumbling and flowing, straddling the rose iron cavalry and the rebel army.
It's like a mortal man and a god.
As long as you cross it, you will be smashed to pieces.
The scorching waves of air rushed towards the face, and the horses kept moving.
"kill!"
The Duke of Buckingham shouted.
This is war!
This is a war between mortals and gods and the world. This war has been going on since the legendary era and has never stopped.
This war will never end!
"kill!"
All the knights shouted loudly.
On the battlefield, knights have only one mission - to kill! Kill your own enemies, or be beheaded by them! The rose cavalry will never retreat!
The angel held the sword in both hands and held it high.
The red fire in the sky rolled down, carrying endless majesty and violence, this is not the power of human beings, this is the power of gods! The fire was like a bloody sea, rolling over, and there were thousands of swords in the fire. Heaven and earth suddenly bleed, and all things crawl.
God's punishment comes and devours everything.
…
The border between Legrand and Newcana.
The king led the vanguard all the way, and arrived here almost day and night. They had just passed through the first town, and after two autonomous cities, they could reach the Royal Castle of Newcana.
The king is at the front of the line.
He suddenly pulled back from his horse and looked up to the north.
The north wind howled between heaven and earth, and the wind was so cold that it penetrated into the bone marrow. The king held on to the reins tightly, feeling the blood seemed to cool inch by inch, and it seemed that there was a fire boiling in his heart.
The soldiers stopped behind the king and looked at the king suspiciously, the army was a little noisy.
However, in the world, all voices are away from the king.
tick.
It seems to be an illusion, and it seems that the sound was carried by the wind and came from a far away place.
tick.
It was the sound of a drop of blood falling.
whose blood is that
"go ahead!"
The king roared suddenly.
He raised his whip high and swung it down hard. The war horse roared and galloped out. The cold wind blew on the king's face like a knife. He gripped the reins tightly, his knuckles horribly pale.
Over mountains, over glaciers, across swamps, the king galloped through the bitter cold of late winter.
How much does he only own
How much he has to lose!