The final counterattack plan was quickly adopted—
Freya didn't know how Nimesis and Baltar convinced the nobles. Perhaps the chief priest of Wood confirmed that this was an opportunity. In any case, she finally kept the army from retreating temporarily.
This is the last chance.
In the next twenty minutes, it will be decided whether the coalition forces of mankind can fight the demons for the power to face off for the next hour. It sounds unbelievable, but here today, the Eluin’s hope is nothing more than that.
There was a refreshing coldness in the heavy rain, as if a steel blade was attached to it.
The Marquis of Baltar divided the defenders of the Bunoan city into two, merged the main force of the White Lions into the non-commissioned students of the Royal Knights Academy, and then handed over the army to Nimesis to personally command.
This is something that never happened to Eruin in the past. The nobles never gave up the army and power in their hands. Their greed made them cling to the things in their hands like cold ghosts.
But when Baltar handed over command, the legionnaire said to the female knight: "I've handed over the White Lion Legion to you, madam."
A simple sentence moved the female knight's cold face. She thought a little, and then took the White Lion's battle flag without saying a word.
The rain is heavy, whether it is left-behind or those who are about to rush to the front line, the future is equally slim for them, but such a dangerous situation is so worthless.
The password sounded long, and the city gate opened slowly.
The battlefield intertwined with blood and fire seemed very real and close in Freya's eyes. The bright flames across the night seemed to bring the battlefield closer, and the tremor from the explosion swept across the entire area from time to time, which she saw with her own eyes. The city gate was creaking and shaking.
Senior Sister Nimesis rode her horse back not far ahead, just one step ahead of her. There are a few familiar faces in the team on the side, Irving, Beth, and the future Eruin's three Jack Carlow and Enrok, and the older Kaglisi leads his White Lion Guard.
The gray ranks filed out, the demon soon discovered the movement of humans, and an army of Hellhounds appeared on the battlefield. But Freya looked far away, and there were traces of wild demons in the sky, and the demons seemed to be coming towards the Acropolis of Bunoan. As expected, they wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of human division to conquer this extension point on the battlefield in one fell swoop.
Everyone held their breath.
Nimesis stopped the horse for the last time before ordering the army to start. The cold female knight glanced at the Acropolis of Bunoan for the last time. A flag on the low wall of the Acropolis was so conspicuous in the heavy rain.
The new moon above Eruin seemed to have just risen.
The expression on her always indifferent face could not help but soften.
"Senior Sister?" Freya noticed the female knight's abnormality.
Nimesis glanced at her and didn't correct her name: "Freya, someone is demonstrating to us."
"Hey?"
"Let people fight the white lion's battle flag, and I will let him see it. Seven hundred years ago, with the help of the mountain people, the White Lions defeated the last army of the Cruz people. Today, seven hundred years later, We can do it too."
Nimesis answered coldly.
When the Marquis of Baltar saw the familiar flag spread in the rain, even though he had been in the army for nearly fifty years, his eyes still couldn't help but feel a little warm. He suddenly remembered that for the first time under this banner, the old legion commander personally taught him the glorious scene of the white lion.
The past glory was so dim at this moment, but still shining slightly.
It's like sparks bursting out from the remaining warmth under the ashes.
The Marquis stood still in the rain, thinking a lot at that moment.
He put on the white lion armor for the first time, the knightly duel, the horseback for the first time, and the choking air from the battlefield was sucked into the lungs for the first time, and the forest behind him Conspiracy and struggle, but every subsequent victory is not as pure as the pleasure of defeating the enemy on the battlefield for the first time.
For the first time in the past two centuries, the White Lions are glorified not because of victory but because of guarding something, as if returning to the original intention of its establishment.
He sniffed the slightly bloody and muddy smell in the wind on the front battlefield of Bruno, as if returning to the magnificent battlefield, facing the army of the Temple of Fenghou.
At that time, Master Juggernaut was still there, Master Raeld was still commanding the White Lion Legion, he was just a little knight.
But everything has changed.
Whether it is the flags flying on the battlefield, the coat of arms of the knights, or the faces around them, everything has become different.
"Legion Commander, the demons have already begun to attack."
"I don't need to report this kind of thing to me, I can see it."
Baltar replied, the demons in the wilderness are like red tides, and they are densely packed with ugly creatures. After the last attack, the Acropolis of Bruno had several minutes of respite, but now the demons have discovered the human attempt and are ready to take this opportunity to remove the spike that pierced their throat in one fell swoop.
After the division of troops, the strength of the city has become weaker. But the soldiers who were selected to stay behind did not complain. Most of them were the older and more experienced group of the White Lions. These people gathered on the city head with a generous heart to die. The silver-gray armor formed a thin line. Wall of people.
"The slave soldier who found the caveman is expected to be in range in one minute."
"Pay attention to the savage demon in the air, lift off the rain cloth on the ballista—"
"The head of the city is in place to close the gap."
The password was passed on one by one, and the soldiers roared hoarsely, as if they were about to use all their strength to shout out the last trace of courage.
…
A wave of arrows swept over Freya's head, causing her and everyone around her to shrink their necks.
The Acropolis of Brunoan leads to Medao. There is an avenue for carriage traffic, but the road has long been blown up by the magic of the devil. The soldiers had to walk along the bed of a stream and cross a stone bridge. After the end, the walls of Medao Village appeared in sight.
Behind you can see the cave lizard archer-it is an underground creature, which looks a bit like a lizardman on the surface. However, they have brownish-yellow skin and pale eyes, and are more able to adapt to fighting in the dark. But more are little demons, and Freya can see their disgusting crimson skin from this distance.
"Cavalier, there is a group of Hellhounds behind us." Someone shouted in the wind and rain.
"Don't worry about them, tell me is the flag still there?"
Someone looked back at the direction of the Acropolis of Bruno, "Knight Commander, the banner is still there!"
"That's good, keep going."
Another wave of arrows struck, and the row of White Lions soldiers in front fell to the ground. Then three ballistas roared through the crowd, one of which flew past Freya and hit Beth behind her. The straightforward girl screamed and was dragged away from her horse, and disappeared into the darkness in a flash.
"Beth!" Freya let out a miserable cry.
But Nimesis coldly yelled: "Leave her alone, all of us may die here, and move on with the will of the dead. Everyone, don't look back."
The battle flag of the White Lion is passing through the entire battlefield.
…
The Marquis of Baltar was covered in blood, watching the white lion become smaller and smaller in the rainy night. An old man from the White Lion Legion once told him that the white lion had its soul. Back then, it promised to protect the White Lion Legion with its ancestor Ek. Therefore, the soul of the legion is pinned on this lion.
Of course, this is just a legend.
The Marquis of Baltar never believed in such absurd rumors, but he also had to admit that such souls did exist in the White Lion Legion. But it is not pinned on the lion, but on everyone in this legion.
The caveman had been repulsed, leaving a corpse between the ruins. They were originally cannon fodder, but it was a pity that many people in the White Lion Legion had been sleeping forever in this wave of attacks.
The soldiers on the front of the city watched the cavemen sweep over the ruins like low tide water, but behind them, many huge figures emerged-hell hounds and savage demons appeared on the battlefield.
The second wave of attacks came in an instant—
"Beware of the sky."
"Martha is here, this is really endless." Someone could not help muttering as they looked at the ugly creatures in the dark, "Do you think the nobles behind will come up to support us?"
"You are daydreaming."
There was a deep laughter over the city. In this laughter, the Marquis Baltar wiped his face, then turned around and asked, "Where did you go over there?"
"It looks like it has arrived at the planned attack location, my lord."
There are still ten minutes. Baltar nodded.
What answer can be given in ten minutes
I am afraid that no one on the entire battlefield can make it clear. Hundreds of cave lizard shooters were skillfully shooting on the temporary wall of Medao village, and an orange-red light mask shrouded their heads, providing magical protection and preventing rain from dampening the longbow.
To be honest, it seemed to Nimesis to be a bit redundant—they simply didn't have the ability to strike at a distance. Mankind has run out of ammunition and food, and the high-level combat power has been lost. The Grey Sword Saint Mephistopheles and the powerful vampire under that guy drew the Demon King away from the battlefield, but the remaining Flame Temple Templar knights are also decreasing.
Master Lei Woods restricted the demon's air force in the sky, but the ability to delay has been significantly weakened. More and more savage demons were added to the battlefield by the beginning of the liberation.
Nimesis took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.
The siege ladder has been set up.
The soldiers wearing silver-gray armors of the White Lions in front of them launched the attack first. They filed up the siege ladder and attacked the temporary wall, but the previous attack had been blocked twice. There are tauren behind the city, and there are still a lot of them. The human soldiers are just sending them to death.
She quickly realized this.
Time is running out. When the soldiers of the White Lion Corps were prevented from returning for the third time, Nimesis drew out her sword. She glanced back, and Eruin's banner was still on the head of the Acropolis of Bunoan.
But perhaps only Master Martha knows how long it can last.
"Freya, you come with me, this time I personally lead the team to charge, if we can't succeed, let us die on the offensive road."
"Master Knight..."
"We have run out of time."