Four hundred and sixty-five years ago, the White Lion Corps was inspected by the prince Eke from this long street; however, today, 465 years later, they once again appeared on this land.
The spear shines, and the armor wins the snow.
"The enemy is here."
Sir Franz stood on the makeshift ground, watching rows of silver-white spikes appear on the horizon at the other end of Lionheart Street. The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and there was a cold light in his eyes.
If the enemy is a white lion, who is we? Karen's failure is still in sight, he slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers together, like a knife in the morning breeze.
But Karen is nothing but waste.
The adage of the white lion is to die; however, no matter which one is the enemy, the legion will be defeated-whether it is true or false, it is clear under the sword, this is a sharp blade stained with blood, and praise is by no means empty words; Franz Sir looked up at the battle flag of the white lion. It was a fortress built with the blood of enemies and himself, but how could young people understand it.
He never thought that this kingdom would have an army that could defeat today's White Lion Legion, other legions could not, nor did the White Lion Guard of the past. To deny today is to betray history, and Sir Franz will never forget those comrades who died in the November War.
Their blood will never flow in vain.
So today he will use the sword and longbow to prove all this. From now on, the White Lion Corps will always stand on this land, and their flag will never fade due to this. But how can the fate of the people today be constrained by history
Not everyone has to live a heavy life to carry yesterday's ideals, just to exist is also a kind of pride.
History relies on strength to speak.
"Prepare-"
In the wind came the command with a strong local accent in the northern plateau.
Behind Sir Franz, the light infantry of the Kingdom’s White Lion Corps took a step forward, like a gray wall of people moving forward one by one, raising their long bows one by one, the iron horns of the bows shining in the sun, forming A dangling, shining band of light.
The commander squinted his eyes to estimate the distance.
The archers of the Kingdom White Lion Legion held their breath, and they adjusted their heartbeat to the same coordination between their hands and eyes.
The commander finally nodded.
"A hundred steps away, no wind—"
"A hundred steps away, no wind—"
Sir Franz raised a high hand like a banner, and swiped forward fiercely:
"put!"
Hum—
The air seemed to be evacuated, and the bowstring seemed to vibrate slowly at a very low frequency. The feather arrows came out of the string, and the archers of the three hundred white lion regiments put their arrows at the same time, and then seemed to slowly turn sideways, drew another arrow from the quiver behind them together...
For an instant.
Flying arrows in the sky are like locusts.
The eyes of the young non-commissioned students of the Royal Knights Academy followed the feathers and arrows, and the neat cavalry queue produced a wave like water ripples. Brando watched coldly. After many wars, he knew that perhaps the intensive longbow volleys in each war were not the attack method that caused the most casualties, but it was a huge test of the army's quality.
Eruin has many battle examples that show that when a low-quality army faces intensive long-range strikes, morale will drop sharply. Because people always instinctively seek to get rid of difficulties, timidity and eagerness will break the formation and even flee.
But war is the process of overcoming instinct.
"Keep speed!"
"Keep speed!"
Muke, Bresson, and even Lorca were all shouting hoarse, and the non-commissioned officers raised their small shields one after another while manipulating the horses.
Canmel took a light breath on the horseback, his gray-brown eyes stared at the flying arrow that was getting higher and higher in the air, and his head was raised higher and higher.
Although they have gone through several battles before, this is the first time they have been put on the frontal battlefield. There is no tactical requirement for the two sides to fight, and the competition is only pure fighting will.
And their opponents were no longer the vulnerable Hong Kong Guards—but those of the Kingdom's White Lion Corps wearing off-white armor, with solemn expressions and uniform movements.
The most elite warrior in the kingdom—
'brush-'
A rain of arrows has hit their faces, all the knights on horsebacks leaned back slightly, and the arrows clinked down from them. The arrows actually deformed slightly before they even got close to them—a layer of invisible golden light stretched along the direction of the arrow, and when the arrow really broke through the halo and hit everyone, it had actually been lost. Most of the strength.
"It's magic!"
"It's the conflict halo... There are Templar knights in the opposing camp!" The White Lions hissed in the direction.
The moment Canmel hit the arrow, he felt as if his mind was blank, but when he shook his head and raised his head, he saw the heavy white armored infantry regiment at the forefront of the team in a rain of arrows. Is leaving the brigade.
Against countless flying arrows.
They are attracting firepower...
Cammel swallowed dryly, and suddenly felt a bit dry in his throat.
Brando held a long sword in his hand and fixed his gaze firmly on the position of the northern nobles. He was waiting for an opportunity, but the opportunity was already in sight.
He finally raised the sword, as if using all his power to roar:
"The White Lion Guard, listen to my orders and crush all your enemies!"
"You are born to be glorious, so spread your wings and embrace the victory that belongs to you—"
"No matter who is the adversary, the Legion will win!"
The sword of the earth pointed to the sky, like a flag flying. The guards of the white lion uttered a roar, which shook the world and changed the colors of their enemies' faces.
In just ten seconds, the longbowmen of the White Lions had already fired four rounds of feather arrows. Fei Shi is like a storm sweeping every inch of the land within a short distance of less than 100 meters. Although the White Lion Corps is not better than long-range strikes, it is only relatively speaking.
It just makes no sense.
Sir Franz watched with shock on his face that the holy white army was going through rain or shine, and the white lion battle flag was marching forward in the rain.
All the firepower was concentrated on them, but nothing was achieved; the sharpest arrows could not enter less than a foot around their bodies, and a layer of light cyan light bounced off the feather arrows naturally.
The archer exchanged several clusters of hunting arrows and cone-shaped armor-piercing arrows, but none of them achieved any success.
On the contrary, the other party is gradually accelerating.
Faster than galloping horses.
Sir Franz’s body was cold. He had seen the Cruze’s Broken Swords regiment on the plateau, and the Stag Guards of St. Osor in the November War, and the army in front of him couldn’t help. It made him seem to have returned to that nightmare era.
Ten does not save one.
The blood shed in the war seemed to have dyed the horizon long ago.
"Let the mages!" Sir Franz shouted almost gritted his teeth, his forehead was already covered with a dense layer of cold sweat.
"My lord, the wizard group is still behind!"
Sir Franz led the first swordsman regiment of the Jude battle regiment of the Kingdom White Lion Corps. The purpose of this light infantry regiment was to round the way to the rear of the princess party at the fastest speed and cut off the way back.
He led a column of archers and a column of light infantry to reach the destination first, and even launched a formation before he had time to rest. I originally thought that using 500 people to block the other side's 200 people was more than enough.
But now he only felt regretful and underestimated the enemy. Sir Franz closed his eyes: "Quickly, let the Great Knight Nicoloma come to support, and let the Temple come to support!"
"Damn, how come there are Templar knights in the enemy camp?! Those damn Cruz people, they are simply turning back..."
He turned around.
But you must block the opponent, even if it is dragged, even if you pay the price for it.
"The archer retreats and changes his sword! White lion infantry, step forward—"
Behind the archer was a spear like a forest.
But it was too late, and the White Lion guards were already in front of the position at this moment.
This army that seems to have walked out of the legend is really about to spread its wings to embrace their victory; the cyan lines surrounding their armor seem to have really come to life, they surround each other, to the sides Stretch out.
In an instant, behind all the fighters of the White Lion Guards, a pair of turquoise wings with a wingspan of nearly ten meters stretched out.
what!
The infantrymen of the Kingdom White Lion Corps who had just set up their spears watched their enemy suddenly rise from the ground. It was not flying, but it was more terrifying than flying—they jumped high and passed nearly twenty meters. The distance between them came to the sky over the kingdom's white lion army's position in an instant.
Isn't this the tactics of the Wind Elf Guards? When Sir Franz raised his head, nothing was left in his mind.
This is also the last thought in his life.
In the midair, the thorn spear rained down. One of the stabbing spears with unmatched power, penetrated his heart for an instant before he could even react. At the moment of death, the leader of the first swordsman regiment of the Kingdom's White Lion regiment even maintained it. That extremely surprised look.
Shock.
Unwilling.
There are also unbelievable.
The Kingdom's White Lion Legion, which left a piece of corpse, is retreating, but it is not fleeing, but forming an encirclement. The lower non-commissioned officers took over the command of Sir Franz. Although their morale has been greatly reduced, they still have to complete the final mission of the legion.
The White Lion Corps will die until death.
Kaglisi was also a headache facing such a scene. The White Lions of the kingdom may not be the strongest army, but it is definitely the most difficult. The other party's glory supports them and they will never retreat, but they only have one chance, and they must not let the other party get entangled.
More than three swordsmen regiments of the White Lion Corps are completing their outflanking, as long as one second at night is the difference between hell and heaven.
As soon as he and his guard knight landed, they immediately made the same decision—to move forward. The opponent's position must be torn forward to open a path for the non-commissioned officers and knights behind him.
The young people from Tonigel almost didn't care about everything, but they faced the same fierce opponents, and their powerful swordsmanship could only set off a wave of blood in the crowd. But the speed of such advancement is not enough, far from enough.
Kaglisi drew out the lion's blade, almost red eyes, and roared: "Push me away! Even if it is a collision, you have to break a bloody road for me. Listen! You can only move forward, not allowed. Back!"
"Oh!" Everyone was red-eyed.
The White Lion Guards completely gave up all their defenses, almost arbitrarily advancing in the crowd. Although all the attacks of the Kingdom's White Lion Legion could hardly cause any harm to them, the soldiers who did not hesitate held one after another. Hold their arms and thighs, drag them so that they can't get in.
Caglisi alone withstood the attack of more than a dozen people, but it was a moment of fighting that almost made him feel beyond the limit. He panted heavily, and the white air that he breathed out was condensed under the visor of the helmet. The White Lion Guards finally started to suffer casualties. Finally, someone was suppressed by the soldiers of the Kingdom White Lion Legion and lifted their visors, and then stabbed to death on the ground with a sword.
But paying is not without a price.
The position of the First Swordsman Group of the Kingdom's White Lion Army finally began to loosen.
Canmel suddenly heard a cheer in his ear. He looked around and found that the cavalry formation was spreading to the two wings, forming a thinner and wider impact formation.
This is about to start an impact, he suddenly thought. Sure enough, the two wings and one team of Cavaliers are accelerating, and they hold high the banner and take the lead.
Canmel just recognized the knights, the silver elf female knight, the red-haired "devil" lady-the mountain people think that all the red-haired people have the blood of the devil, and Canmel is no exception, let alone the battle of Akane. The method is really unsightly. The mercenaries fighting in battle are notoriously fierce.
Then came the three knights of the Earl of Yanbao, and Canmel couldn't help staying on the female knight for a while longer. Followed by Bresson of Braggs, senior Lorca, and Miko with a cold face.
Under their leadership, the cavalry formed a crescent formation; they were gradually accelerating, from a trot with a seated horse to a gallop.
The ground shook and rolled like thunder.
Canmel heard someone yelling in his ear: "Speed up! Speed up!"
"Already entered the opponent's best range!"
"Don't stop if you don't want to die!"
"The cavalry speed up and stay in formation!"
Before Canmel could react, he felt hit by someone. He turned his head and saw a black figure passing by. He raised his head and saw only a black cloak flying in the wind.
And the dark, wide blade that was raised high.
Harangea, the sword of the earth.
It's'Your Excellency Commander'.
This is what their non-commissioned officers call that person, and Canmel couldn't help but stare at him-is he also involved in the charge? In their impression, Brando should be a strategizing commander, not a charging knight.
But he opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and saw another slender figure walking alongside your commander. It's Sir Overwell, the name of the lone wolf has already resounded through the kingdom, the kingdom's veteran, Qing Overwell is going to charge side by side with him
What an honor it is...
But who is glorifying whom.
Before Canmel could make a sound, one after another knights had already passed him and leaned against Brando. First of all, the mercenary knights of Lubius. These experienced mercenaries were surrounded by their lord. Brando looked like a king of hunting.
Brando quickly answered Canmel's doubts with practical actions.
The position of the First Swordsman Group of the Kingdom's White Lion Army finally began to loosen.
The opportunity has come.
Brando looked back from the left and right. On his left were Overwell and Nimesis, and on his right were Shire, the Tiger Sparrow, Andriguez, and Mordefense.
These people are his companions.
The so-called companion.
All are like-minded people.
He knew that some of these people shared the joys and sorrows with him in this world, and some fought alongside him in another period of history. However, the two periods of history seem to overlap at this moment.
It's close at hand, no matter from which aspect. The whirring wind passed through his ears, and the wind seemed to carry a sound-it was the sound of Karasu's long flute.
The sound of the flute floated on the battlefield.
That year, the enemy they faced was an endless army of Madara. Just as it is now, right in front of them, the knights put on their helmets, cherished each other, and are about to launch a final charge against the enemy.
Waiting for them are countless cold, emotionless deaths that throbbing like phosphorous fire.
At that moment, history and reality overlapped.
Then, just charge.
He raised his sword and took the lead. The cloak flew up like a black flame. Buche, Ridenburg, Madara, everything is left behind, and there is an endless future ahead.
History has changed.
The cavalry roared behind him, forming three unstoppable frontal arrows. Their names were the non-commissioned students of the Royal Knights Academy, their names were the White Lion Guards of the Kingdom, and their names—the young future of Eruin.
The moment the huge trident on the battlefield pierced the front of the White Lion Legion, which belonged to the northern nobles, the so-called indestructible legion finally collapsed.
The cavalry was yelling and screaming, and the long whining horn sounded like a big hand sweeping the entire battlefield, carrying everyone's victory forward, and then forward.
A hole was opened in the encirclement of the White Lions.
This hole eventually tore the darkest corner of Eruin's history. When the Grand Knight Nicoloma arrived with reinforcements, he looked pale and saw the collapse of the White Lion Corps. This was a scene he had never seen in his lifetime.
Then he saw a black flame swept out of the collapsed soldiers.
Under the flames, those were the young man's steel-like eyes and the sharp blade in his hand. Nicoloma's great knight's sword was out of its sheath. It was like a Templar knight, and a yellow halo spread across his body.
He is also a Templar.
Canmel saw their commander and the knight of the temple intertwined with his own eyes. He didn't even have time to remind him that it was the knight of the temple. He even recognized the other party-Niccolo. Horse Great Knight, a master of the golden rank in the Temple of Ampersel.
But Canmel saw only a continuous afterimage, and the head of the great knight Nicoloma flying high.
"what… "
He can't even make a sound anymore. All the non-commissioned officers of the Royal Knights Academy were completely stunned at this moment. What kind of swordsmanship is that cannot be described in mortal language.
The first swordsman regiment of the White Lion regiment collapsed.
A death whirlpool seemed to have formed on the battlefield, and Nicoloma's subordinates were swept into this whirlpool, and they were crushed to pieces in an instant.
However, Brando was still advancing. The young cavalry swept across the flank of the Third Swordsman Regiment of the White Lions, and then swept the Fourth Swordsman Regiment that had just arrived before it could start the formation. Conn died in battle and Owen was seriously injured.
Morale is like a rainbow.
Ampersel North Gate Barracks—
Balta looked at the report in hand with a blank face, and all the information on it was only telling him one message: The princess and the non-commissioned students of the Royal Knights Academy under her had already broken out.
He raised his head stiffly.
Arch Master Wood's face sank like water, "The growth of young people has far exceeded our expectations. It seems that only old guys like us can get out of the way."
Reid nodded, turned and pushed the door out.