1684 of the Third Age, the year of the iron spear.
This year will also be described in the history books in the future. At the beginning of the year, an independent uprising occurred in the northern part of the West Wind Kingdom, which had existed for hundreds of years, and then it began to spread to the entire country like a prairie fire.
The Frost Rose was established in Ruerna and began to rule in totalitarianism. In the same year, the Verga Business Alliance, one of the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua, split, and part of it was merged into the Frost Rose, and the other part united with the Southern Young Moon Council, broke away from the Xuehua Union, and declared independence.
At the end of summer, the insurgent army of the West Wind Country defeated the Duke of Rock Wall in the north and marched south. Victory, only one-third of the original core elite remained.
The West Wind Royal Family summoned 50,000 warriors from the White Horse tribe, hired 20,000 halberd iron guards from the Principality of Black Rock, and 100,000 defenders from the capital, 200,000 conscripts, a total of about 400,000 troops, in Solander City and Crancia. 200,000 troops confronted.
The night before, a small number of elite alliance members should open the river gate to the east, and a boat full of dead branches and hay sneaked into the city, causing fire and chaos. The defenders in the city urgently dispatched people to support them. The night began to siege the city, and the drums were loud.
There was chaos in the capital for a while, and Prince Flick, who was in charge of defending the city, immediately made a decision, leaving a small group of enemies on the east side to block the infiltrating enemy, and then the defenders went to the west side to support.
After the siege began, the insurgent army began to push the well and the chariot, and the torches swimming in the sky in the dark wilderness caused great psychological deterrence to the defenders, but after only 2 rounds, the siege troops retreated. Down, and then a fireboat full of explosives went downstream from the upstream and blasted the river gate on the east side.
At this time, the defenders woke up like a dream and moved most of their elites to the east again, but after most of them were moved, the west began to attack again. Divide the defenders into two, each guarding something, no longer tired of running and consuming physical strength.
By this time it was getting dark, and the city gate on the north side of the capital was opened by the people organized in the city amid the chaos. Crancia's army swarmed in, quickly took control of a large area, and began to engage in street battles with the defenders.
Although there are many defenders, due to the previous round-trip movements, the organization has been scattered, and the physical strength is also greatly consumed. In addition to the temporary recruitment of 200,000 people, most of them are farmers who have not experienced military training and combat will. In the melee, a large number of Fleeing, defecting, and surrendering, the army was defeated like a mountain for a while.
At this time, the white horse tribe, who were stationed outside the city to guard each other, also attacked. The white horse's flag fluttered. Unfortunately, in the dark night, the vision was limited, which was really bad for the cavalry. They were blocked by the traps and trenches prepared by the Crancia military. After defeating the insurgent army that had procrastinated outside the city, they rushed to the northern suburbs of the capital.
With the help of the fire on the city wall, these warriors on the grasslands fought bloody battles with the rebels stationed outside the city gate. Soon the few remaining rebels were charged and penetrated the formation. The warriors of the White Horse tribe began to re-block the city gate and prepare for the battle. He caught the turtle in the urn of the rebel army who had entered the city, and was trapped in it, and the sky was bright.
At this time, another white flag appeared on the hill, facing the rising sun. The pure white flag was a black sun. They were all covered in steel armor, and their sharp spears reflected a faint golden light in the morning light. Although there were not many people, But it has an indomitable momentum.
The pure white battle flag roared in the early morning wind, and the silver-white lance of steel was slowly plated with a layer of gold. Facing the enemy dozens of times their own, they began to charge.
It seems that the front is not a battlefield full of death, but a glorious stage where thousands of years of shame can be released. Hot, so intense, so impatient.
From childhood to adulthood, from books, from the mouths of others, from the lament of the elders, they have been narrating the shame of their family, but who would like this feeling. Everyone came to this world with the good expectations and blessings of their parents, and they also had suppressed pride and unwillingness in their hearts.
This pride and longing burned violently in his chest at the moment, overwhelming all anxiety and fear.
The galloping knights plunged into the enemy line like sharp knives, carrying countless blood flowers, their fiery golden lances melted gold and broken iron, piercing the armor and body of one enemy after another, facing the enemy's curved bows and long knives, never before. Tired, never flinched, never regretted.
They started with heavy casualties, but they also took ten times more enemies.
At noon, the shreds of flesh and blood slipped from the armor, and the original white flag was dyed a messy dark red. Kanda was covered with arrowheads, standing on the hill where the corpses were piled up. The dark red blood flowed slowly, and the knight's helmet on his head was torn off by the enemy, and he didn't know where it fell.
The equipped long sword had been broken in the melee, and only the lance, which was full of gaps, was thrown in his hand and smashed on the enemy's corpse.
Pulling out this solid lance, with a small stream of blood flowing, he staggered back a few steps before slowly stabilizing his body. Looking around, there were no living enemies or standing teammates.
On the castle in the distance, a flag with a blue background of Venus was gradually raised, and there were cheers from the city.
He grinned, his blood-stained face couldn't make out the smile, and then he fell down.
[Old man, I did everything you told me back then, so you won't blame me anymore. ]
The noon sky was bright, and the dazzling light of the sun made his vision gradually blurred, the wounds on his body seemed to be no longer painful, and his limbs began to gradually become numb.
Is it going to end here, Kanda thought, but not as excited as before, but with a sense of peace and contentment.
The once weak, the long-cherished wish of the race, the father's advice, these pasts have been suppressed in my heart like a wrinkled cloth, but today they have been smoothed out by the hot iron, no regrets, death seems to have become acceptable, no. So loathsome and dreadful again.
He slowly closed his eyes and quietly waited for the last moment to come.
In the year of the Iron Spear, at the end of the autumn, the Orc Rabbit-eared tribe joined Crancia. This once humble and weak race in everyone's eyes shined on the battlefield. The white steel cavalry dashed the last hope of the West Wind. The last expectations of the nobles were extinguished, and in the chaos, the rebel army broke through the palace of the west wind and ended its centuries-old rule.
The name Crancia officially appeared in history and began to compose his brilliant and moving epic.
A pair of hands covered Kanda's eyes, blocking the dazzling sunlight, and then the warm magic began to flow in his body, and then a soft voice sounded in his ears.
"I can't rest now, Mr. Captain."