Baron Rodriguez’s army is accelerating its collapse. The non-commissioned officers and students of the Royal Knights Academy are driving hundreds of broken soldiers forward. The 7th Swordsman Brigade of the Hong Kong Guards at the Evergreen Square is the first to bear the pressure. It is the person who survives that grabs the last straw.
There was even a fierce confrontation between the Hong Kong Guards and the fleeing soldiers. Ironically, the escaped aristocratic private soldiers turned around, and when faced with their original allies, they were ten times more fierce, and their survival instinct could turn them into red-eyed fanatics.
Behind the two is the gleaming spear that drives them away.
This is a bit different from the script expected by Sir Malother, the swordsman captain of the Seventh Swordsman Battalion of the Port Guard of Amperexel. Not only did the princess and her men really appear, but they actually smashed in. It's just that this collision was too resolutely fierce. Not only did he wipe out Rodu's army casually, it seemed to see through their position at a glance.
The princess came fiercely, proportional to Malother's increasingly pale face, but what should we do now? This Sir Jazz, who had almost never really gone into battle before killing an enemy in his life, looked back at his companion with a sad glance.
In the heavy rain, the young man in the white lion legion's armour pressed the long sword in his hand, and he was silent, like a marble statue, letting water droplets slide down from his forehead and cheeks, undecided.
"Found it!"
"How did you find it?"
"Perhaps this is not the time to think about this."
He raised his head, his gray-blue eyes reflected the cold light on the rows of spears, shining with the light of reason: If this is the case, then change the gameplay.
Above the clouds, lightning is winding a dazzling trail—
…
"Balta, you have a good student." Reid? When Duluo Society took the order from the messenger, there was a sign of approval in his eyes, and he faintly praised.
The Marquis of Baltar shook his head: "His Royal Highness is not weak at all. This is not like Overwell's handwriting. Macaro is not so decisive. The other party seems to have a commander that we are all unfamiliar with, the Hong Kong Guardsman. The combat effectiveness is really worrying. Owen seems to want to use his numerical superiority to hold the opponent."
"Like what we did in Loensh," the old man looked at the direction of the port, and in his field of vision was a gray roof: "It's like a huge meat grinder, slowly, The last drop of blood flowing through Eruin."
"Mr. Priest, these words are not aimed at you." Reid took another look at the guests around him, and replied faintly.
The man smiled slightly and didn't care: "We have made mistakes in the past decisions. There is nothing to avoid. The holy war is imminent, and the temple does not want new misunderstandings due to the previous estrangement."
The old man glanced at him, and did not express his position neither in agreement nor in opposition.
"Old captain..." Balta fidgeted a little.
"Now you are the captain, Baltar," the old man replied, "Don't worry, I won't blame Irving for this. The victory or defeat in the war is always the first. He has a good plan, with more people. To deceive less is also a skill—"
"but… "
"His Royal Highness is probably going to suffer this time. On this battlefield, all the blood of the Eruin is shed. Why not also a bunch of excellent good boys, it's a pity..." The old man shook his head. .
The sky is gradually brightening.
But the situation was not like this—
The news from the front tells Brando clearly that the Hong Kong Guard is changing its strategy. But this is not a good way to change his mind, especially when the intention is so obvious-Brando can't help but sneer-the general of the Hong Kong Guard decided to fight him on the street.
Hahaha, he almost didn't laugh twice to express the joy in his heart-the Kulko offensive and defensive battle, Braggs offensive and defensive battle, the capture of Amperisel, the pain of Soo, the blood of the white city, no need to specifically recall, one The classic textbook-like battles came to his mind.
But more importantly—
He had personally participated in it.
He fought the Cruz people, fought the Madara, fought the unity of all things, and even faced the residents of Miner in the dark, instead of the third-rate Hong Kong Guards in Ampersel.
He looked back, and who was next to him.
Lorca? Vanden? Elvis, Enrock? Aishahei, Freya? Alicia, the three most famous in the history of Eruin, two masters of cavalry tactics, one Valkyrie of Eruin; plus Bresson of Bucci, one can lead a group of guard knights from the "Cyclops" The strongman who smashed a bloody path under Targus, and Muke, the head of the Royal Knights.
Eruin’s most prestigious young stars surround him in the future. They have truly changed an era and pulled Eruin out of the abyss from the darkest history. Although it is only short-lived, it can also be called an outstanding person for a while.
Although Eluin was defeated, it was not a war.
This time, the other party was really seeking a dead end.
Perhaps the generals on the opposite side would never have thought of how quickly the war would change in the next century in the Warnd Continent because of the participation of players. It was a dark and war-torn era, but it was definitely a magnificent era supported by genius and crazy ideals.
What is always right now is not necessarily true in the future.
"Lorka, Enrok, Freya, Bresson, Muke, the other party wants to use street fighting to hold us down," Brando looked at the battlefield ahead and smiled softly: "They want to turn this place into a flesh and blood. Mill, you guys didn't doze off in the tactics class, did you?"
Muke stared at him indifferently, the other party's previous orders seemed to be correct now, but it was nothing great, at best it was quite satisfactory. It might be better for them to come.
Bresson did not answer either. Brando in front of him has changed too much for him. In fact, since Buche's escape, the other party has been undergoing transformation. Although he once didn't want to admit it, he had to say, The young man in front of him was no longer the son of the miller he looked down upon.
It's just that although the grievances between the two have been resolved, it does not mean that he will stand on the other side.
Among the four, there is only Roka? Vanden? Elvis smiled slightly, as if he didn't care much. This young man wearing the black uniform of the Royal Knights Academy, with long light blonde hair and a pony tail looked a little shy, and he had not even completely escaped the mark left by the Royal Knights Academy on their group of people. Slightly young, but he has begun to take on the calm temperament of a famous general.
In fact, in history, he has always been the first of the three outstanding. Lorca? Vanden? Elvis is the eldest son of the family. His father is a little-known nobleman in the province of Vieiro. There has never been a big man in the family history, but Lorca is undoubtedly an exception.
In history, Lorca? Vanden? Elvis played with Sifah's army between applause, and because of his gentle personality, he was called the "unsheathed sword"-it was used to mean that once the sharpness is revealed, it must be invincible and invincible.
It's just a pity that before this unsheathed sword could be unsheathed, she died of illness during the expedition to the north, and she didn't even have time to participate in the second Black Rose War.
This can be said to be one of Eruin's greatest regrets.
Of course, Brando will definitely not let this regret happen again this time. The reason why he gathered these young people to his side was actually because he was afraid that they would die in an accident in the war in Ampersel. For example, Enrok among the three died of Liu Shi in the end.
But without training, you can't forge a sharp sword.
Brando also knows this, and he can only take precautions as much as possible.
"Lord Lord, this is not easy to do. The Hong Kong Guards have more forces than us, and they have a geographical advantage. If they are determined to fight us in the street, I am afraid we can't handle it." Enrok rode on a horse, one end. The black hair shone and replied grinning.
This guy is a bit like Kaglisi at the moment, completely different from his taciturn temperament in the future; he and Lorka have a good relationship, and they have even been commensurate with each other as brothers. It must be the double blow of the decline of the kingdom and Lorca's death. The changes made to him. Brando thought sympathetically.
"That's not necessarily." He smiled: "Forget that I was invited by Her Royal Highness to give you a lesson today. In fact, it is very simple to defeat the Hong Kong Guards just like defeating Rodu."
"Bringing bragging." Miao Ke made a direct conclusion on the side.
"Haha, that's not necessarily," Brando laughed, "Muke, why don't we make a bet, if I can do it, how about you do something for me?"
The gray-haired young man glanced at him: "What's the matter?"
"Come and serve me as a servant, how about?" Brando smiled maliciously in his heart, and the head of the Iron Mask Knight came to serve as his servant in the future. He still remembered all the trouble this guy caused to their players. .
I have to say that Brando is actually a cautious guy in essence.
Of course, as to fail? A joke, that was something he hadn't considered.
Muke was silent for a while, of course he understood that the other party would not make such a bet for no reason. But being young is fearless, he finally nodded: "Did you lose?"
"I'll be your adjutant."
"Muke." Freya couldn't help but reminded that the person who was most familiar with Brando at the scene was afraid that she could not find a second person besides her.
But the gray-haired young man just glanced at her and replied: "Don't worry, Freya, I won't embarrass him too much."
"I'm afraid you will be embarrassed..." The future Valkyrie was speechless.
"Well, the contract is established." Brando smiled: "You guys come over, I'll tell you how to fight this battle..."
In fact, Freya's worries soon became reality.
Brando began to give orders—
In the next moment, the cavalry of the Royal Knights Academy began to advance in the direction pointed by his sword, from a bird's eye view from above, as if a huge front arrow splits countless tentacles, and the cavalry are splitting and attacking, racing along large and small streets. .
Almost instantly.
In the darkness, the faces of all the generals of the White Lion Legion who were watching closely what happened on this huge battlefield changed.
Countless investigative posts are weaving back and forth between the front line and the rear. After the ambiguous information is gathered in many aspects, a clear picture is presented in front of everyone.
The headquarters of the White Lion Corps was in a panic.
"How did they collaborate!?"
"The other party is crazy!"
"Martha is here, this is impossible!"
Everyone was completely dull.
In the direction of Evergreen Plaza—
In fact, in front of this square, there is a densely packed shopping area, and at this moment, Baron Rodu’s soldiers are attacking their friendly positions from all directions by using these alleys extending in all directions. Behind them, the young knights of the Royal Knights Academy meticulously implemented their tactics. On the one hand, the young knights formed a team to drive away the remnants, and on the other hand, they dismantled and reorganized at any time, forming a tactical team to continuously outflank the Hong Kong Guards. The flank of the position.
In just ten minutes, the subordinate generals of the Hong Kong Guard simply experienced a long and unbearable nightmare. This is beyond the common sense they have learned on all occasions. Enemies can appear where they want to appear at any time and in any direction to attack their positions.
They established a standard line of defense completely in accordance with the code of conduct provided by the non-commissioned officers of the White Lion Corps. Before such an offensive, they were almost vulnerable.
Before this position, the princess's attack seemed to be transformed into real, flowing water, and the whole army moved, and the mercury flooded the ground.
The situation is completely changing.
"How do they maintain the command system!"
"Shadow Crystal?! Impossible. On such a huge battlefield, any magic communication will interfere with each other — listen up! Even the wizard of Buja can't do it!" First Guards of the White Lion Legion Commander Foster almost roared to his adjutant.
The adjutant's face was pale, and he had no choice but to promise.
But perhaps it was the adjutant's bitter smile that finally made Foster realize that this anger was not helpful to change the current situation, and he couldn't help but raised his head stiffly.
Staring blankly at the huge map hanging in the middle of the tent...
On the map... The line of defense of the Hong Kong Guards described by that bright red line seemed so heavy, awkward, and riddled with holes at the moment... It seemed to be a silent mockery of the entire White Lion Corps.
But this is an absolute standard line of defense.
Even in Cruz, the infantry code of that powerful empire could not find a more perfect example than this line of defense. It was heavy and awkward, but it was also stable and impossible to bypass.
It is impeccable.
Every defensive focus of it is so precise, as if it has been tempered and revised by generations. He is like a slow-moving giant, facing it, there are only two results-let it drain the last drop of blood, or drain the last drop of blood by himself.
It is like a perfect meat grinder.
What's filled in is your own life, but also the enemy's life. Apart from a positive breakthrough, there is no other way. The White Lions, Owen, and Marloss carefully arranged the battlefield of flesh and blood, and made preparations to let the princess shed the last drop of blood here.
But just when they were ready to throw this heavy punch, they found that their enemy turned into a disc of sand in front of them, and then penetrated into their bodies all the way.
For an instant.
The giant's huge body became his own worst enemy.
The solid line of defense seemed to fall into a precarious state in a blink of an eye, but everyone still didn't even understand what happened.
They will never understand how the non-commissioned officers and students of the Royal Knights Academy turned the army into a piece of scattered sand; in all common sense, it was a precursor to the collapse of an army, suicide, and even Baron Rodo himself was a quarter of an hour ago. This makes the most perfect interpretation.
But in a blink of an eye, the opponent's black cavalry completely obliterated this common sense.
They don’t understand—
Just like not understanding the earth-shaking and profound changes that radio in another world brought to the battlefield after World War I, Brando is using another means to make the same changes.
This is not his credit.
Players even have more subtle means than him to achieve all of this.
But for Brando, this is enough.
Wind and rain were intertwined, the blond young man raised his hand high and looked at the Fengjing spider in his hand, and then simply tied the note to it to let the elf-like creature disappear in the wind and rain.
He turned his head and silently looked in the direction of that person, his heart was full of enthusiasm.
No one knows better than him, what this war that took place in Ampersel is destined to change.
The confrontation lasted no more than a quarter of an hour.
Destined to be recorded in history forever.
When Foster withdrew his gaze from the map, he finally realized that perhaps he had made a mistake. He looked at his subordinates, the young people of the White Lion Legion, they still looked incredulous.
"My lord, how did they do it?" Some people were even still asking questions.
"This is not the point," Foster interrupted them with disappointment. He hoped that the future of the White Lions could be more calm and sharp: "The point now is that the Hong Kong Guards are doomed to defeat and follow in the footsteps of Rodu. But in an instant."
The young people were slightly startled, and then their eyes lit up.
"Okay, it seems you should all understand," Foster nodded: "As scheduled, it's time for the lion of the kingdom to show its minions."
Everyone is a scorpion.
"Pass the order to Irving to get him back to his place."
"Franz, I want to see you and your knights in the predetermined position at the time of the reservation, it is not bad."
"Conn, put on your cloak, you can also get ready to go."
"The Lion of the Empire—"
"Don't be serious!" the knights shouted in unison, everyone stood at attention, and then turned to leave after a solemn knightly salute to the leader.
A young man walked in with them.
"My lord, an army is passing through the Longqin Market and approaching the flank of the Hong Kong Guards."
Quiet in the tent.
Foster was taken aback for a moment. He turned his head and looked at the huge map, "That is the area Karen is in charge of. What banner did the other party play?"
The young man didn't answer, a little embarrassed.
"Answer my question, soldier." Foster asked a little serious.
"It's the White Lion Battle Banner... Your lord."
Foster was startled slightly.
"Which White Lion Battle Standard?" He asked hurriedly, almost angrily: "Who acted without my orders?"
"Yes… "
"What is it?"
"It's the White Lions... The Guards." The young man stammered.
"The Guards Corps?" Foster was dumbfounded, does the White Lions have this designation
… It seems to be there. It was the designation of the'infantry knight' who followed the ex-prince Eke, but after the death of the first emperor, this designation has been vacant forever. It is to pay tribute to the'lion' of Eruin.
Foster's face changed.