PS: Thanks to Gan Hongxiang for his monthly ticket
October in Haysting is a season where flowers and fallen leaves dance together.
Withered yellow leaves sprinkled all over the road, while Niermo flowers, which were in full bloom, swayed in the wind on both sides of the road. The golden petals and the fallen leaves in the sky complement each other, intertwined together, flying up and down the knight's armor, full of vitality and
Withering and falling together, there is a unique beauty.
These are private soldiers from the princes in the nearby areas.
As Princess Sylvia's flag fluttered at the head of Ayleblock, all the princes or powerful people nearby who were wondering about the future of the country turned their attention to this small city.
Under Eric's own hands, Sylvia's declaration of war on the invaders was circulated everywhere, pointing the way for these people who hated the invaders but did not know how to act.
Although most of the powerful people are still waiting and watching, some princes have gathered their troops and marched towards Ayriblock, gathering under Princess Sylvia.
In order to deal with this situation, the East Gate of Eriblock opened from day to night, and hungrily devoured the armor groups that became shiny under the reflection of sunlight or fire, and seemed to never be satisfied.
"Below is the Lord of Tacholas, Banga, who is here today to respond to His Highness Sylvia's resistance to the atrocities of the Wayne. Please allow us to follow us."
"As follows Silva, son of Lord Kanketed Difoda, my old father died gloriously in the fight against the invasion of the Wayne, and his territory was destroyed. I hope to serve His Highness on behalf of his deceased father and swear to kill all
Wayne."
...
Geer watched the lords from all over the place below and brought their private soldiers to the high platform in the square, paying respect to Princess Sylvia on the platform, and proudly reported their names.
In this way, soldiers from all over the world gathered under Sylvia's command, making the torso of this newborn regime stronger day by day.
When Sylvia, wearing special armor, stood in front of the stage, cheers burst out loud. It was like a wild tsunami swept across the square. Among the surging sounds, countless swords, guns, swords and sticks pointed directly at the sky, metal
The sharpness shines brightly in the sun, forming a wave of light. This spectacular scene makes the people who can see it burst out with a sense of pride from their hearts.
"Long live the princess!"
"Long live Hayes!"
"The princess in military uniform has infinite glory!"
...
Sylvia, who can only belong to the category of a little girl, faced this scene that even adults could not control, without any distortion. She stood calmly in front of the stage, looking around at countless faces of various kinds below the stage.
.No words were needed at this time. Sylvia just quietly pulled out her sword and pointed to the sky. The light golden light tilted down and surrounded it, just like a golden statue. At that moment, it seemed to be with you forever.
The statues of the former kings in front of the Cafelo Palace overlap.
“Wow~~”
Suddenly, the sounds in the square climbed to a new height.
“So spectacular.”
The sigh was a girl with long silver hair, and then a black-haired goddess sitting in a wheelchair next to her smiled and responded: "It's really spectacular. This girl may bring us a brand new world."
With the goddess' smile, the indescribable gorgeous feeling that was as cold as the moonlight reflected on the lake flowed out. The men not far away couldn't help but look at her a few more times. As a serving Ingrid
The goddess's priest, Carmelita, is also a beautiful woman who attracts male attention in life.
Although Lukarin is also a very outstanding woman, she is unfortunately staying with Carmelita. She has to become a green leaf that sets off the flowers.
"Maybe we are on an important historical stage, which will appear in the poems sung by poets in the future, just like those heroes of the past, Geer, do you want this stage? Or what is your choice?"
The beautiful goddess turned her eyes to the stunning figure in front of her and Lukarin, and her words also attracted Lukarin's attention.
Geer turned sideways, revealing half of his face that was not covered by the sun, and the corner of his mouth was pulled a curve. Instead, he chose to turn around and leave the highly anticipated platform from the rear passage without any souvenirs.
Lukarin immediately followed quickly.
After Geer's figure moved away, another main character on this stage appeared in the eyes of the goddess. The man with alien eyes was calm and looked at the princess's side and behind, but his twin twins with flames flashing
You can tell from the pupil that his emotions are not as calm as they are on his face.
...
The wind blowing through the road in the forest was like a sharp blade cutting through the dark night.
The middle-aged knight sitting on the horse felt a chill, and couldn't help but tighten the cloak on his shoulders, and began to become a little unfriendly.
The knight is named Manstein. He is the leader of the Knights Templar directly under the elite armed force of the Slakna Church. It can be said that his status in the church is second only to Archbishop Bovi.
But even so, in this season when soldiers from the Wayne Islands felt strange, he had to lead his Knights to travel for days to fight against the sinners who were right with the gods. Although he himself did not want to, it had nothing to do with emotions
But this time is really bad.
Although when he set out, the battle-hardened Knight Commander had already predicted that this was not an easy journey, when he actually embarked on this road, he realized that the difficulties were far beyond his imagination.
Looking into the sky, Goddess Ingrid has been covered with a thick velvet quilt, hiding the beautiful figure in the endless black. Without her guidance, the people marching on the ground can hardly see clearly even if they light torches.
The road.
It's a long road.
Suddenly, the front-end team stopped, and a wave of slight commotion spread from the front, awakening Manstein, who was immersed in his thoughts.
"What's going on? Who told you to stop?"
Fast forward, Manstein soon arrived at the front of the team and asked the soldiers.
"Sir, look, the bridge here is destroyed."
Manstein looked in the direction pointed by the soldiers and found a river about ten meters wide in front of him, cutting the road ahead and his position into two sections. The water flowed gurgling, and in the dark night, it could only be heard.
The intense sound of water seemed to be a rash idea to go down the river. The wooden bridge that originally connected the two lands had turned into a wreckage.
"Look for a suitable camping point and rest tonight. Send people to detect the depth of the river, so that scouts can find suitable crossing points along the upstream and downstream, and set out again tomorrow morning." Manstein calmly issued the order, this order
It was immediately cheered by the soldiers.
Unlike the soldiers' excitement, Manstein's inner heart and surface calm were opposite, full of worry.
This is not the first time that the road was destroyed on this journey. Since they left Melzai, such things have been continuously repeated. Obviously, the pagans of Ayriblock already know it
Their actions also responded as they should.
Five days, this is the time when Manstein led the soldiers on this road. According to the pre-plan, they should have been stationed at the city of Airyblock at this time. Watching the pagans hide behind the weak city defenses
Shivering, then their Slak's sword will teach the pagans what faith is, sweeping over the Ayrblock area in the shortest time, and reclaiming it to the embrace of the gods again.
But what about it? They have not been able to touch the edge of Airy Bullock yet. They have been walking around and stopped due to various troubles along the way. In fact, they have only walked halfway, and when will the rest be completed?
Even Manstein was unsure.
The battle is about to break out.
But not under the city of Airyblock, but in this vast sea of trees.
This is what Manstein told him as a warrior with keen sense of smell.
He also believed it without doubt.
In fact, the increasingly fierce confrontation between scouts on both sides of the hostile side also confirms this. In the dark shade of trees, there may be a life disappearing every minute and every moment, whether it is one or the enemy.
Manstein often felt a pair of eyes staring at him, as if the moment when a beast was hunting, the wild ferocity and bloodthirsty expectation were almost the essence.
If possible, Manstein wanted to lead his army back to Melzai immediately, but he knew it was impossible. Archbishop Bovi's will was heavily pressed on his shoulders. He had no room to retreat, he could only take one step
Go closer to the dangerous enemy in one step.
All he can do is make all preparations and go all out to meet this challenge.
But Manstein was not sure about the result, especially after seeing the situation of some soldiers.
Plop!
A soldier suddenly fell on the side of the road.
Manstein happened to see this scene and walked over quickly, seeing that several soldiers had already helped the fallen soldier up.
"How is he?" asked Manstein.
"Sir, he is very sick. He can't hold on anymore." A soldier who looked a little older replied.
Manstein turned his eyes to the soldier, and saw that he seemed to have lost consciousness, his eyes were confined, his breathing was rapid, and his cheeks were red. Without a doctor coming to see him, Manstein also knew that this was a typical epidemic state.
"Let him go easily and find a better place to bury it." Manstein left here with a casual reminder.
Such behavior looks a bit cruel. Under normal circumstances, they will find a better way to deal with it or a more secret, otherwise it will inevitably affect the morale of the army. However, at this time, Manstein did not care, even those soldiers who witnessed this matter
Don't care.
That's a kind of numbness.
Because this is not a single case, during the five-day journey, this is already the twenty-sixth soldier who fell down due to illness. The negative effects of long journeys and uninterrupted battles finally began to emerge, and Manstein was very
It is clear that if there is no good enough environment for these soldiers to adjust and restore, then this situation will only increase.
Now I can still rely on the fanaticism about religion to barely support it, but Manstein is not sure how long it can last.
"I can only hope to capture Ariblock as soon as possible and let the troops rest." Manstein turned his eyes to his soldiers with some concern. The cavalry of the Templars were fine, and their physical condition was originally
The best part of these soldiers, although a little tired, was not as exhausted as those cavalry who had been transferred from the army of the Blue Corsor.
Puchi.
There was a light sound behind him, and the smell of blood suddenly became strong, followed by the sound of digging soil. The commander of the Knights Templar paused and quickly left the place. He never looked back.
"How is the scouts' feedback?"
Back at his camp, Manstein saw that his adjutant Sonness had been waiting there. Because he frequently fought with scouts composed of local hunters on the Airy Bullock side, in order to ensure the safety of the march, Manstein
All scouts were centered on the army and spread in all directions, and strict wartime intelligence relay regulations were formulated. Each group of scouts must transmit their existing information to the rear at a fixed point and time to avoid problems in some surveillance areas.
This prevents the army from responding in a timely manner.
"Reporting to the adults, the reports of the three scout teams of 20, 21, 22 did not arrive on time. Several nearby scouts have approached that area, but the latest information has not been sent back yet." Sones is a tall and thin middle-aged man.
His purpose is as strict and old-fashioned as the delicate mustache on his lips. It is this kind of personality that makes him the most trusted assistant of Manstein.
“Open the map.”
Under Manstein's order, the two orderly soldiers quickly found the map of the area and took it to Manstein's presence to open it.
Looking at the shoddy and blank map in front of me, the leader couldn't help but arouse anger. Archbishop Bovi's large-scale burning of books in the occupied area burned many important books.
If it is dropped, it includes important map information.
This has a great impact on the future domination of this area. For example, if you want to go to a village to collect taxes in the future, how much tax can the village bear? How much labor and harvest does it have? This all requires a re-census, and like Bovi
The Archbishop's movement would only wash the occupied areas into white. How could they continue to gain a foothold in this ruin?
On the other hand, like Manstein now using troops against Airy Bullock, there is a lack of relevant geographical information. Manstein can only move along this road and dare not deviate much, just like the wooden bridge was destroyed today.
, If you have detailed map information, Manstein can easily find alternative crossing points, and you don’t have to worry about losing your way.
Unfortunately, Manstein did not, so he could only rely on this fake substitute and the eyes of the scouts.
Now this map was temporarily created by the scouts at a high cost. However, there are still many areas that cannot be detected.
But now is not the time to consider this unpleasant thing. Manstein suppressed his anger and began to mark the location of the scouts who had lost contact on the map.
"South! Sones, let the soldiers strengthen their defense." Constantine looked at the gap in a large surveillance network that appeared on the map from his pen. He immediately issued an order.
"yes……"
At this moment, the screaming sound of breaking through the air rushed into the eardrums of the people present.
Constantine's pupils tightened instantly, and a strong sense of danger filled her whole body, and then the sky was filled with dense fire points.
It is the raindrops made of ignited fire arrows, not sporadic harassment, but the volley of hundreds of people on a large scale!
The scream disappeared very quickly, followed by continuous screams and the fire rising from the ground.
"Enemy attack!"
The screams were suddenly cut off, and the rumbling roar overwhelmed all the noises and shook people's hearts.
In the darkness, countless terrifying shadows rushed into the range of fire.
Cavalry charge!
Manstein, who was a cavalry commander, immediately understood what this was, but it was too late. The tail of the army was instantly broken by this group of sudden enemies.
A knight rushed to the front with his horse, and the sword in his hand pulled out dazzling brilliance in the air. With these trajectories, blood splattered like a spring, full of cruel beauty.
The flames exploded, reflecting everything brightly. Manstein's pupils were full of the long hair that leaped with the knight, and under the reflection of the flames, it turned red, like blood and fire.