A series of loud bugles sounded from the chaotic coalition barracks.
The coalition barracks, which was being attacked by Zenit's iron cavalry, seized the respite, and at this critical point, began to counterattack.
The scene in the sky and Gomi's crazy laughter greatly boosted the morale of the coalition forces, but one after another, without the support of Sun Fei, a peerless powerhouse, the Zenit Empire's cavalry was fierce, but they lacked masters Protection, and they were also at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, so that their raid finally encountered resistance, and it began to become difficult, and the casualties were gradually increasing...
The main entrance of St. Petersburg, under the watchtower.
"Your Highness, something is wrong. King Chambord died in battle and lost his protection. This group of bastard coalition forces will soon organize an effective counterattack. We are small in number, so let the cavalry corps withdraw quickly! "
"Yes, Your Highness, make a quick decision. Today we have achieved a good record. If we let the cavalry continue to charge, I am afraid that the entire army will be wiped out!"
"We are outnumbered, our cavalry is almost unable to charge..."
The generals of [Iron Blood Battalion] all looked angry and miserable, but they were helpless, and their hearts were bleeding. Although their power had always been in a state of hostility with King Chambord, at this moment they were uncommonly fighting against each other, and did not show any signs of gloating. On the contrary, he maintained enough ideals, and was trying to persuade the god of war, Arshavin, to order the withdrawal of the cavalry.
At this moment, Arshavin also showed a rare expression of struggle.
Standing in front of the battlements of the city wall, he stared fixedly at the aftermath of the red explosion in the distance, trying to find something, his five fingers tightly grasped the stones of the city wall, and rays of light burst out from his eyes. Struggling violently, he finally closed his eyes slowly, wrinkled his brows tightly, and began to think about something.
In less than a dozen seconds, near Arshavin's temple, drops of dark red sweat dripped out.
This is the reason for intense thinking.
The generals around him are all confidant generals who have followed Arshavin for decades. In every battle before, Arshavin always commanded decisively and wiped out the enemy while talking and laughing. He has never seen His Excellency the God of War struggle like this before. When I was in trouble, I didn't dare to say anything for a while, for fear of affecting the judgment of the Imperial Army God.
A minute is as long as countless centuries.
Finally, Arshavin opened his eyes.
His gaze has become extremely firm and peaceful at this moment.
"Order, the semaphore sent an order, the cavalry continue to attack, regardless of casualties, must disrupt the deployment of the coalition forces for me, and at the same time order: West City Gate [Thor's Whip] Legion, North City [Julian Corps], East Gate [Rolling Stone Legion], At the south gate of the city [Blizzard Corps], immediately draw more than two-thirds of the elite troops of each regiment, led by their respective regiment commanders, to go out of the city to attack the camp of the coalition army without delay. Make it or break it.”
Arshavin issued the military order word by word in an orderly manner.
"What?"
The confidant generals around him were all shocked.
They didn't expect that after intense thinking, the eldest prince Arshavin would issue such a crazy order. If it wasn't for the fact that such an order came from the mouth of an imperial army god like Arshavin, they would have thought that Whoever makes such a decision is a madman.
"Order, from the head of the Iron Blood Battalion to the head of the army, down to the chef and the groom, within ten breaths, after the assembly is complete, put on the hard and strong, and go out of the city with me to kill the enemy!"
Arshavin obviously made up his mind to fight to the death, and put all the military power of the empire into the battle.
In the past, he led the army to give orders and rarely explained anything to the generals around him.
This time, he patted the shoulder of a young general next to him very rarely, looked at the others, and finally said, "Trust King Chambord!"
To believe in Chambord King
If these words were said in another time and place, it would have been ridiculous and embarrassing to say it from the mouth of the eldest prince Arshavin, but at this moment, listening to the ears of the soldiers of the Iron Blood Battalion, there is a kind of sacred and With a feeling of glory, a dazzling brilliance erupted from the body of the not tall Imperial Army God in front of him.
In the dark, everything has its own definite number.
A drink and a peck are all pre-determined.
As if responding to Arshavin's decision, his voice just fell when suddenly, there were bursts of rumbling loud noises in the distant sky, like the wrath of the sky, the huge voice covered the battlefield. All the sounds are extremely terrifying.
Everyone was shocked and looked up.
In the distance, in the void, the six Dortmund Xuange warships with austere weather, overlooking the earth like gods in the sky, suddenly shook together, as if there was a terrifying invisible giant hand. Grabbing them, as if they were shaking violently, the blue magic shield that was shining on the Xuan Ge quickly dimmed, and then it seemed to have lost power, and it wobbled and began to fall towards the ground.
"That is… "
The generals of the Iron Blood Battalion were overjoyed with each other, and their eyes showed incredible surprise.
"It's Alexander, King Chambord Alexander! Haha, it really is him!"
Even Arshavin laughed out loud in a rare way. This was the first time in history that when the name Alexander was mentioned, the Imperial Army God laughed so happily and excitedly.
Sure enough, he faintly saw that golden flame flickering in the distance again.
It is the flame of power of King Chambord of [One Punch to the Sky].
Chambord King Alexander is not dead!
At the city wall meeting of Zenit St. Petersburg, an unstoppable cheer suddenly came to mind.
"Hahaha, good, great, kill! Immediately pass on my military order, and the whole army will attack!"
Arshavin shouted loudly, his voice was agitated, his whole body gleamed with golden fighting spirit, and he jumped down the city wall like an eagle. The soldiers of [Iron Blood Battalion] had already prepared their horses for him and got on their horses. With a clang, he drew out the sword from his waist.
The sword is held high.
In front, is the huge steel city gate that Ka Zhizhi keeps mentioning.
Behind him is the elite division of the Zenit Iron Blood Battalion like a black torrent.
There was wind, and the cloak of the Imperial Army God was lifted.
He also blew that fiery red long hair, like a jumping and burning flame.
"We have never been superstitious about war, and we hate the scars caused by swords, but when we are forced to raise the mist in our hands, the heroic Zenit people will never succumb to power and violence. Now, the Empire's The brave, the invincible Chambord King Alexander, has defeated the hateful invaders, brave soldiers, come out of the imperial city with me and defeat these hateful invaders!"
The city gate opened, and a ray of bright light shone into the city gate hole.
Riding his horse and swinging his sword, the eldest prince Arshavin was the first to rush out.
Behind him is a billowing black torrent...
Almost at the same time, the four small Xuanges in front of the Dortmund lost their power to suspend, staggered and fell towards the ground.
The ear-piercing siren and the dazzling red warning flame flickered frantically on the Xuan Ge.
Dortmund soldiers in yellow jerseys like ants were walking back and forth on the deck. Things like Xuan Ge losing power seemed not unfamiliar to these well-trained elite soldiers. It was repaired with all its strength in an orderly manner, and various manual instruments were turned on, while maintaining sufficient vigilance.
But soon, the Dortmund people finally discovered that the four Xuanges had really lost control and could not be repaired again.
Panic and fear suddenly flooded the hearts of Dortmund soldiers.
"what happened?"
On the bow of the first Xuange ship, Gomi, the mythical prince of the Lyon Empire, frowned. His instinct as a warrior made him feel something was wrong. He was about to turn around and run away, but at this moment, his body froze suddenly, and a familiar voice came from behind him. But the sound of fear.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting, now I can spare time to kill you!"
Fei didn't know when, but he had already appeared on the bow of the Xuan Ge ship, standing behind Gomi, with a playful smile on his face, and murderous intent in his eyes, which made Prince Leon's heart skip a beat. It sank drop by drop, like setting in an ice cave, feeling the call of death.