The Canghong Empire, the southern province of Yindian.
Above the high mountain peaks, there are still remnants of barriers full of scorched marks, guarded by soldiers, and below is an endless sea of flags.
After the initial defeat, more support was sent from the rear of the Empire. The flags representing the nobles in the middle of the empire gradually gathered, and each lord and his private soldiers began to support the generals who were on the southern expedition.
The roaring cannons kept firing, and the meteors roared down one by one, bombarding the barriers on the hillside.
The earth and smoke were flying, and the deafening sound made people unable to calm down. There were the sounds of artillery bombardment everywhere, the shooting of the enemy, the counterattacks of one's own side, and the sound of the horns charging forward.
One after another, bronze-colored chariots rose from the bottom of the mountain and began to move up the mountain. These chariots were made of oregano and were extremely heavy. In the face of the artillery fire on the mountain, they could stand still and keep advancing.
These chariots are the trump cards of the 'Golden Mane Bear' legion. They are extremely heavy. One vehicle is like four elephants superimposed on the ground. It is difficult to shake and unstoppable.
There are fangs in front of the chariots, which can spray high-temperature boiling 'blue snow flames', even steel can be quickly melted into liquid in it. , speed is probably its only fly in the ointment.
In the sky, a giant dragon with shining scales is constantly hovering, which is a few elites of the dragon sequence in the empire.
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Under the cover of the artillery fire from the rear, these giant dragons flew over the open sky, and lowered the flames from the sky, burning the places behind the mountain that the artillery fire could not bombard.
In this noisy battlefield, a soldier covered in armor stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the bottom.
Feel the choking smoke coming slowly, the scorching fire blowing from the outer layer of the armor, and a hot feeling from the skin.
Roland Hill's eyes slowly opened under the mask, and his eyes swept across the battlefield where the killing sound was boiling, silently watching the chariots getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer, so close that they were about to reach those barriers on the mountain. where.
it's time.
The 'nameless' hero muttered to himself, then drew his sword from its scabbard, making a soft rubbing sound.
The long and narrow blade is extremely straight, giving people a solid and credible aura. And as the warrior clasped the sword in his hands, gusts of air continued to surround the sword.
The high-speed rotating airflow brought a sharp wind whistling sound, and the edge of the blade even rubbed the airflow with fine sparks, which made people feel frightened.
Seeing below, the fortresses and fortresses began to lose to those advancing Orichalcum chariots, and the 'nameless' warrior also jumped down from the sky.
A long red ribbon fluttered at the end of the hilt, and the blade went straight up into the wind, smashing into the heavy oregano chariot amid the shouting and shock of countless people.
The metal made a creaking sound when it was twisted and torn, and the thick oregano was torn apart in the constantly vibrating and rubbing blade, revealing the panicked soldiers. Then the chariot rolled over and overturned, and the sword-wielding sword The residual marks, after tearing open the car body, brought up a burst of red sparks that flickered across the dust-covered battlefield.
The raging power and violence swayed on the battlefield, and then the warrior held a long sword and began to gallop rapidly on the battlefield. The long and narrow sword was like fangs, tearing and overturning the heavy chariots.
The sparks flew, blue flames brushed past, and the burning armor sometimes reflected a crimson like a branding iron, causing white gas to emerge from under the armor from time to time.
Pain, shocks, sultry heat, choking, and various uncomfortable sensations came from all over the body, making the girl under the armor sometimes have to close one eye with trembling.
Yes, she is a witch, a former primordial, and an heir to the crown. She didn't need to step into the battlefield in such a worrisome manner, as long as she stood at the rear and commanded easily.
However, if you want to have fewer casualties and fewer sacrifices, sometimes you have to make such a difficult move.
People need hope, people need heroes, because the cowardly heart needs encouragement and example, because the inferiority complex needs courage to overcome, and because that kind of back brings people incomparable belief and moving.
That indomitable figure is irreplaceable by any commander who is behind An Ran.
The people are wise, the people are stupid, the people are simple, they are only willing to follow behind such heroes.
If it is just a remote commander who is always at the rear, I am afraid that it will eventually disappoint everyone. What they need is a strong wall that can withstand the fire and cold wind, not a fragile and precious gem.
So, it has come to the point where it is no longer possible to wait and see.
After her companions arrived, she could finally join the battlefield with confidence.
Under the mask, those eyes slowly swept across the battlefield, and then swung the sword and galloped again, slashing down with countless gazes and screams, and slashed into the extremely heavy oregano chariot.
The blue flames spurted out, making the surrounding air scorching hot and suffocating, and the body under the armor was also hot and uncomfortable, but he was not injured in the end.
Thanks to Keti's blessing, this body is protected from the high temperature of the flame, and the free high-temperature particles will fly away after touching the body, and will not continue to contact.
The long and narrow epee inserted into the chariot was slowly pulled out, bringing up the torn gap, and then the chariot was separated, and the soldiers inside fled.
The bronze-colored front that had been climbing upwards began to collapse. A swiftly slashing figure attracted the attention of countless people on the battlefield. With his actions, the form of the battlefield began to slowly tilt.
"Bring my battle axe." On the high platform, Bazel shouted.
"Yes,... But Lord General, this..." The adjutant wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything when he was stared at by Bazel Dan's eyes.
The general was so powerful and conceited that he couldn't bear to stand in the audience like a coward under the circumstances.
The huge general's helmet was slowly put on, and under the metal carved bear head was a narrow horizontal bar, and then there were small holes pierced for breathing.
Holding a thick war axe in his hand, the general rode a giant war horse as high as five meters and began to rush to the battlefield.
Looking at this unstoppable scene, the adjutant had no choice but to let the elite knights of the guards keep up.
"Quick, quick! Keep up with the general, if something happens to your lord, none of us can bear the consequences."
After a while of urging, a knight in heavy armor also mounted the warhorse and kept up with them. They were all wearing full-body armor that was more than 10 mm thick, and the warhorse under them was also a special 'black nightmare blood horse'. Horses are Sequence 3 monsters that can bear heavy loads and withstand high temperatures. They are also elite war horses that have been bred and improved by the empire for hundreds of years.
Pull one hair and move the whole body.
As these knights in gold and bronze armor marched forward with the sound of heavy horse hooves, the various legions of the empire were also inspired, and began to sound the horns of attack and shouted forward.
"Boiled blood, the glory of the empire!"
"Rose blood moon, don't fall into the world!"
For military exploits, for their families, for glory, for wealth, for everything they wish for, the legionaries of the Empire also raised their fighting spirit and marched towards the front line.
On the opposite hill, when the enemy's artillery fire gradually extinguished, flags fluttering in the wind slowly rose, and then soldiers in green and white uniforms appeared on the hill.
At this point in the war, there is no need for any verbal arguments, they will decide everything with their guns and swords.
"To open up a new future and usher in an enlightened and just world, Fairy Tree, go forward!"
It was obviously the little white flower on the snowy mountain that nobody cared about, but now it is blooming in the wild one by one, spreading silently.
In the cold winter, in the year of famine, the seeds of civilization were forced to germinate.
Chapter 212 The Unsung Hero