There was a faint whining sound from the north wind, faintly passing through the battlefield shouting to kill, mixed in the snow in the sky, and falling on the broken city.
Nimesis suddenly raised her ears, and she stood up from the tower, looking thoughtfully in the direction of the perforation. There, the Alder River Beach was vast and white, and in the distance was the deep shadow of Dongmintai Forest, hanging like a cloud on the horizon, and the flags of various nobles loomed on the horizon.
"Ms. Nimesis, it is not suitable for you to act now."
As soon as the bronze dragon Leito walked into the tower, he saw the female knight's behavior and couldn't help but reminded: "You better take a break, we can support a while after we are together, and I don't know why, The Buga seems to have left."
"Did you hear it?"
"what?"
"Voice," Nimesis looked back at the veteran, and replied: "It's the sound of the horn. It's the sound of the dragon horn trombone. It's lower than the normal horn. I was on the battlefield of Ampersel. Heard this sound once."
Reto was startled slightly, thinking that the lady had hallucinations, but out of politeness, he listened. But after a while, the veteran's expression changed, and he turned and rushed out.
Nimesis also followed out.
Heavy snow is falling on the city, and the rebels’ offensive seems to have temporarily ceased, and there are no traces of the Buga in the sky. Only the camp of the rebels in the distance is looming in the snow.
The two stood by the battlements and stared in the direction of the Old River Beach, faintly seeing the rebel army mobilizing, and something seemed to be happening in that direction.
"Look over there—" Nimesis suddenly said.
Reto followed her gaze, and saw a flag rushing through the rebels. The flag rushed right and left among the flags of the nobles. It was like a rock in the storm, in the storm. Stand tall in the middle.
"That direction is... Horta's reinforcements?" He frowned: "There are too few people, what are they doing, this is to die!"
"No," Nimesis hesitated for a moment: "The sound of that horn is..."
Suddenly the two of them were stunned.
"Who is that?"
"Who is in command of that army?"
The Tonigel soldiers in the forest looked at each other, their eyes pierced through the shadows of the trees, watching the lone army on the north bank of the Alder River that had broken into the aristocratic coalition through the woodland.
It was like an lonely knight trapped in a heavy siege, but his opponent had no choice but to take him.
"They killed the Cade family, my God," someone suddenly exclaimed: "They have a chance. Those damn Southerners haven't had time to re-adjust their formation. Martha is on. They react so fast, perfect judgment. Where did these knights come from?"
But no one answered his question.
Everyone held their breath and watched the miraculous scene in front of them.
The great rebel army was disturbed by a mere hundred cavalry. The entire huge front was mobilized following the lone army's dash from left to right. The rebels that had been invading south in all directions attacked. Feng Shi, at this moment, slowly began to turn around.
Tonigel's defenders, who were confronting the rebels on various fronts, found that the pressure in front of them was steadily reducing.
When the whining horn echoed above the vast wilderness.
Such an idea was involuntarily produced in everyone's hearts.
"It's time to counterattack—"
"That's the calling horn," someone responded: "They are calling us!"
"I have heard such a long horn on the battlefield of the Battle of Ampersel," a white lion knight recalled, and he said slightly excitedly: "That is the counterattack trombone of the White Lion Legion. Lord Lord once Leading us to launch a counterattack against the nobles in the north in such a trumpet!"
"Then what are we doing in a daze?"
"Look, they played their banner! God, what banner is that!"
A person screamed suddenly.
Everyone turned their heads subconsciously.
Beside the silver lily flag flying in the stormy sea, a swallowtail flag is rising slowly. It is a sharp sword with the silhouette of Buche black pine leaves, the shadow of the golden dragon, and the blood-red eagletail flower. Modifications.
The golden dragon is the family crest of the Cardiloso family.
But the black pine of Butcher symbolizes the beginning of a legend.
The sword is the symbol of the kingdom.
The eagle-tail flowers adorn the gentleness of the Cardilego people.
In the entire Kingdom of Eruin, only one person deserves to own this flag. He is the hero in the hearts of every Eruin, and he is also the existence of the Tonigel god.
Everyone stood in a daze. For a while, they didn't even know what language to use to express their feelings at this moment.
Until another long horn sounded from within Fort Mintai.
Echoing the long sound of this horn from a distance.
The long sound of the two horns, one high and the other low, responded to each other on the battlefield. The Tonigel people finally woke up. Everyone looked at the companions and comrades around him, seeing the same passionate gaze in the eyes of the other person.
"Lord Lord is back!"
"Fight for Eru!"
The knights shouted and rushed out of the battlefield.
Looking down from the sky, a silver wave suddenly appeared in the Dongmintai Forest. Although their numbers were small, they hit the flank of the army that the rebels were turning to.
Sir Don Higgins almost heard the sound of his teeth cracking.
Why can't I stop the cavalry of a hundred or ten people? The armies of dozens of noble lords kept rushing up, but they were constantly being dissipated by the opponents. Thousands of armies could not stop a light cavalry with a number ten times less than them, and could not even limit the opponent's speed. arrive.
Until he saw that the Silver-Winged Heavy Cavalry of the Southern Army Corps from the north of Silman was beaten to pieces by this mere hundred young knights, the confidence in his heart finally shattered.
The light cavalry was turning again, and their target finally caught sight of him.
Sir Don Higgins instinctively told himself that he must not retreat—he is the commander-in-chief of these miscellaneous legions in this direction. If his troops retreat, the cause is more than just a defeat.
Grand Duke Goran-Elson will definitely kill him.
But reason was defeated by sensibility, because there was a deeper voice in his heart telling him that if he didn't retreat, he would die here soon.
He gave a normal order.
Run away.
Sir Don Higgins and his army turned around and retreated, and the loosening of the entire main rebel army triggered a series of chain reactions. In the vast wilderness on the north bank of the Old River, the retreat at this moment was instantaneous. It turned into an avalanche of defeat.
More and more people joined in this inexplicable rout, like starting from a certain point, causing the whole face to break and fall apart.
Brando sat on horseback, just watching this scene calmly.
In this era, the armies of the nobles are such rubbish. If it weren't for him, they would have been eliminated by the undead of Madara in the first and second Black Rose Wars.
Unfortunately, these people still don't know it.
However, the knights around him were very excited because of this. The young people were determined to die. They bravely accompany their lord to charge the trap. The upwelling blood and accelerated adrenaline made them fear death at all.
But no one thought that they would succeed.
But they understand who it is because of.
When they charged the Lancers of the Cade family, they realized that they were not cowards and cowards at all as their lord described them-on the contrary, the soldiers of the family with the brown bear as their logo were all brave and fearless. , Almost the best aristocratic private soldier they have ever seen.
But at that moment, a powerful force of order suddenly fell on everyone. When they turned their heads in horror, they discovered that their lord could extend the line of law to a hundred meters away. Place, and bless his elemental power on everyone.
At that moment, the outcome was determined.
The charge of a hundred white lion knights, under the blessing of the power of law, is almost equivalent to the charge of a hundred and ten element-level powerhouses of the same strength against the spearmen of the Cade family.
Even if this family is known for its bravery and fearlessness, it will not help.
The young knights did not understand what the power that their lord gave them means, because it was like the legend of the Fire-Knights of the Cruz people thousands of years ago, the twenty-four followers of the Queen of the Wind, and their king. , Like any ancient legend or myth, gradually covered in the dust of history.
This is the power of sages.
When the backbone of the noble coalition was defeated in one fell swoop, there was no longer a force that could stop this force on the battlefield.
The battlefield was already in chaos. The banners of the nobles of all colors fled northward in the wind and snow. Brando ordered the young people of the White Lion Knight not only to lock down Don Higgins’ army to pursue them, but to let them Disperse any aristocratic troops on the battlefield that may be reorganized, so that the rebels have no way to organize a counterattack again and speed up the process of their defeat.
Soon, the disintegrated rebels gradually dispersed and fled to the sides, giving way to the road in the middle. Brando raised his head and noticed that an orderly army appeared in the snow a mile or two away. . This army wearing a uniform gray shirt was covered in the sky. The knights saw the other's banner and couldn't help but turn their heads and said to Brando:
"My lord, they are..."
Brando waved his hand and stopped the knights.
He has recognized that it is the banner of Yanbao, and he has long heard of this rebel army from the north, and he also knows that these people are also involved in the plan to murder Prince Levin.