The crowd shouting slogans at the intersection dispersed in a hurry. Soon, a heavy cavalryman in man and horse harness appeared where they got out of the way.
Then the second, the third...
More and more armored riders gathered at the end of the street facing the wall of veterans, forming a dense battle formation with knees touching knees. Their breastplates, shields on the side of their saddles and the vests of their horses were painted with "
Various coats of arms and brilliant armor sparkled in the sun.
General Macdonald summoned the selected armored cavalry from the famous Byerland family. They divided their troops into several groups and appeared near the Senate Square at the same time as accurately as clockwork.
When hundreds of heavy cavalry covered in iron appeared at the street corner, the Senate Square where slogans were ringing suddenly fell silent. The infantry and light cavalry who had already been deployed there stared at the fine armor of the armored cavalry without saying a word.
and tall horses, led by their frustrated officers, retreated to the two wings. The civilians waving flags in support from nearby buildings also lost the ability to speak for a while.
In the cold winter day, the shining silver wall made everyone unable to open their eyes.
"It's time." General MacDonald tapped his pipe with satisfaction.
"Cavalry, advance!" George Longbottom, the veteran among veterans, raised his arms and shouted.
The passionate drumbeats echoed through the sky.
"hurrah!"
The armored cavalry began to move slowly. They spread out in the streets and square entrances like flowing water, forming a majestic wall with unparalleled organization.
Under the command of flags and drums, thousands of horse hooves made a terrifying roar.
They are the elite among the elite. They can ignore spells and fear when attacking in a majestic formation, and face all powerful enemies. Some extraordinary people who do not believe in evil have tried to challenge the armored cavalry group head-on, but their experiences and insights have never been passed down.
The veterans gathered in front of the city hall pursed their lips. They were all too familiar with the heavy cavalry in front of them.
This is a cluster shock tested in the East.
However, no one has the experience of facing the impact of this force.
The armored cavalry deployed very quickly. There were civilians standing in support of many positions, but they disappeared as soon as the cavalry arrived.
Griffith and most of the Shutoral were in this team. After they received the horses and armor sent by the feudal family, senior officers and knights came over to arrange everyone's positions.
Although the cavalrymen from different families and units have no experience in cooperation, it is not difficult to advance together. Today's task does not require the use of difficult cavalry. They are lined up like in a festival military parade.
A tight straight battle line, beating the drums, raised a forest of swords and pressed forward.
Griffith, who had just been beaten severely, was at a loss as his body and the horse beneath his crotch moved subconsciously to the beat of the drum.
He is wearing beautiful plate armor that can be used to participate in festival parades, and the horse under his crotch has been trained to be extremely loyal, which is no less than the equipment provided by the Alandel family. Although it is the first time to run in, the cavalry and the mount are still very good.
The coordination is flawless.
But this……
The veterans in front of the Senate Chamber were silent. They neither advanced nor retreated.
The distance between the two sides was only two or three hundred meters.
A woman in shabby clothes came out and sang in front of the silver wall. Her song was bright and clear.
"As I'm walking down the road to Oldtown, woohoo, woohoo
"As I'm walking down the road to Oldtown, woohoo, woohoo
"When I was walking on the road to Old Town
"I have a cane in my hand and tears in my eyes
"Hear the cry of the mourning widow
"Ronnie, I almost don't recognize you."
Her singing voice is gentle and poignant, but it goes straight to the heart and makes the listener's heart feel like a knife.
"Take your tambourine and your lance, your drums and your whoops, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo
"Take your tambourine and your lance, your drums and your whoops, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo
"Bring your bongos and spears
"The enemy almost killed you
"My dear, you look so miserable
"Ronnie, I almost don't recognize you."
Her singing voice is gentle and melodious, and the stage of the Beyeland Theater should be opened to her.
The armored cavalry advancing towards her seemed to have been struck by lightning. The thunderous horse hooves hitting the ground accompanied her singing.
"Where have your once gentle eyes gone, woohoo, woohoo
"Where have your once gentle eyes gone, woohoo, woohoo
"Where have your once gentle eyes gone?
"At that time, my heart was also deceived by you.
"Why did you leave me and the baby?
"Ronnie, I almost don't recognize you."
The armored horsemen charged forward like a wall, and the thunderous sound of horse hooves made people's hearts tremble.
"Saber ready!"
Griffith was almost overwhelmed by the singing. He subconsciously looked at Lana who was riding beside him.
"Hey, Lana, what are we doing?" Griffith asked stammering.
The brave hussars bit their lips and stared at the wall of veterans ahead.
Hey, Rana, what are you doing!
Griffith looked to the left again. The bronze face of Murat sent by Isius was now whiter than snow, and the hand holding the reins was actually trembling.
"Hey, Murat, what are we doing?" Griffith could no longer control his tongue and made a grunting sound in his mouth, "Isn't the person in front a veteran of the Eastern Legion?"
"Huh? Are you stupid? Griffith, are you stupid?" Murat turned his face and looked directly at his companion like a living dead.
"Of course it's to execute orders! Don't you understand how to execute orders?"
Griffith's head turned stiffly back to the direction he was heading. His vision was filled with black lines.
"Where have your running legs gone, woohoo, woohoo
"Where have your running legs gone, woohoo, woohoo
"Where have your running legs gone?
"At that time, you joined the army in order to be able to carry a gun.
"Your dancing days are gone
"Oh, Ronnie, I almost don't recognize you..."
The woman's singing voice has become desperate, like a rose covered with frost and dew. She and the veterans in ragged beggars are just a few dozen steps away from the wall, dancing like a dragon, and their bloodless faces are already ashen.
.
"charge!"
"Byelan is victorious!"
The call for mobilization went unanswered. Amidst the sad singing, the armored cavalry stiffly raised their sabers and accelerated from the trot.
This scene has happened countless times in the East, except that the infantry who followed the cavalry became the target of the charge.
Griffith's mind went blank, as if he was the one being charged head-on.
"I'm glad to see you home, woohoo, woohoo
"I'm glad to see..."
The war horses collided violently, and in the thunderous sound of horse hooves, one after another, figures flew out and were involved in the rolling iron hooves.
The charge of Beyeland's most elite armored cavalry was far from standard this time. The speed increase in the final stage was a mess, and several of the cavalry even knocked their own men off their feet.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
Griffith screamed like a baby on the battlefield for the first time. Among the noisy crowd, a veteran suddenly rushed towards him, waving his hands. He subconsciously slashed with the back of his saber.
The veteran let out a scream and disappeared in the splashing snow in the blink of an eye.
…
Sonia watched this extremely crazy scene from a distance in the crowd. The shining silver cavalry swallowed up the gray crowd like a violent wave, leaving behind squirming and twisted figures on the ground like insects everywhere they went.
Fiona was frightened and fainted with a dying scream of a small animal. Sonia covered her mouth and twitched, finding that she had lost the ability to speak and lowered her head, unable to look straight.
At this time, a big hand held her delicate cheek and forced her to raise her head. Sonia was startled by such a rude move and glared angrily, only to find that Count Lamore had already arrived.
around.
"Open your eyes and look," the count said coldly, "and look carefully."
Griffith, who was in a sleepwalking state, found that there was no gray crowd blocking him in front of him.
The screams, which had never been heard before and were not human, were like a tide, and countless men and women were running for their lives. They fled into the shadows of corners and alleys and were driven out, rushing into shabby tents and being trampled together.
Many thin old people and children were mixed in the crowd, desperately trying to escape from the cavalry's feet.
The armored cavalry was also overwhelmed by this charge.
They were in a mess, some stood there blankly, and some waved their sabers and slashed into the air. There were even a few slender and strong cavalrymen who looked like they were masters and had fallen on the ground motionless. They all came from all directions.
In the fierce battle with the orc army, they can repeatedly penetrate the enemy's defense line despite the rain of arrows and spears, and it is commonplace to tread the mill of flesh and blood with iron hooves.
But after just one charge, the steel-wrapped wall was already defeated.
A large group of infantry and policemen followed, and their commanders roared at them to follow the armored cavalry that was not in formation and began to clean up.
"Take people to search there, second-level squad leader!" A school officer tapped Griffith's shoulder armor with his cane and pushed him and the soldiers forward.
A small group of soldiers staggered like walking corpses and followed Griffith deep into the nearby park. The ground was covered with debris, garbage and ashes of bonfires, and from time to time one or two screaming civilians came out of the group.
Pass forward.
The young officer leading the team was also in a state of sleepwalking, following Griffith around in a daze.
They checked the abandoned veterans' camps one after another. According to the order, if anyone was found lingering, they would be arrested and taken away.
Griffith's iron hooves ran over a small tent, and there was a clanking sound under the cloth. A small pot filled with half a bowl of wheat porridge rolled out from there. A small figure rushed out from the shadows.
, swooped towards the small pot like a cockroach in the sewer, grabbed the wheat porridge and put it in his mouth.
Griffith couldn't hold back the horse's hoof and hit it head-on. The little figure screamed and flew out, making a bone cracking sound that shouldn't have happened.
Griffith and the soldiers stopped and looked at the figure that was knocked away. It was a little boy. His arm was as thin as a bamboo pole, almost only bones. The elbow joint of his right hand was bent into an awkward shape.
Possible angle, already fainted.
"No!" Another figure jumped out. I really don't know where they were hiding. The new person was a little girl, hugging the boy who fainted on the ground and crying.
"Take them, take them back." Griffith stammered. But no one of the soldiers present paid him any attention. The officer leading the team simply covered his face with his hat and shook his shoulders.
Griffith felt that his world view was about to collapse. He jumped off his horse in despair, took out a healing potion and held it in his hand.
"Stay away from him!" The little girl picked up a stone and threw it at him. Before Griffith could react, she hit the solid breastplate and fell to the ground.
Griffith opened the little boy's mouth with trembling fingers and poured in some potion worth a gold florin. Then he grabbed his arm and used a little force to put the bone back into place.
After doing all this, Griffith suddenly felt a little lighter and breathed a sigh of relief. He took out the chocolate that he was reluctant to eat and patted the little boy's head: "Hold on, you will be fine soon."
However, the little boy showed no reaction...
Griffith was stunned, the warmth on his skinny arm was rapidly draining away.
How, how could...
At this time, the young officer beside him had just helped up the girl who was lying upside down. His palms were covered with blood, and he looked at Griffith in disbelief and murmured:
"She hit her head when she fell. It wasn't me, don't blame me."
…
Griffith had forgotten how he returned to the Earl's Mansion, as if everything had been disillusioned and torn apart.
The officials greatly appreciated their loyalty and determination when they launched the attack. Each armored cavalry member who participated in the charge received a reward of 2 merit points and 200 silver langs, which was comparable to the reward of a highly dangerous mission. There was no delay and
After review, everyone got the reward immediately after taking it down.
A total of 3 merit points will be awarded before and after the entire mission on Neopolis Island.
Griffith had forgotten how to take off his armor and returned to the attic of the Earl's Mansion with the money bag and certificate.
The servants were very considerate and didn't bother him, and they didn't even bring him dinner.
The night on this day was particularly long. Screams and wails could be heard faintly outside the window, and firelight was looming. Everyone in the Earl's Mansion held their breath, and no one even dared to speak loudly.
As the night got darker and darker, Griffith, who was rolling on the small bed, suddenly sat up, sweating profusely and breathing heavily.
The veteran's screams and the boy's cold cheeks lingered in his mind, almost tearing his head apart. He didn't even dare to think back, and the fear left behind by the Behemoth was nothing more than that.
At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door of the attic room.
Griffith put on his clothes and opened the door, and found Sonia standing outside in her nightgown, holding hot milk and some biscuits.
"are you hungry?
"Anna said you didn't have dinner?"
Griffith didn't smile or say thank you. He took the food indifferently and took two steps back, sitting on his little bed again in a daze.
It was a bit cold, and there was no stove in Griffith's room. Sonia pulled her robe around her shoulders and sat next to the trainee knight, not too close to him.
"It tastes delicious with some milk." The girl nodded towards the milk and cookies.
"Hmm." The trainee knight took a bite mechanically.
Ah, what am I talking about! I just wanted to eat. Sonia lowered her head a little and glanced at Griffith awkwardly.
His chiseled side face looked particularly cold in the moonlight. It was different from when he first came to Beyeland. It was less simple and hard, and more cold and mature.
Griffith seemed to look better than before. Sonia suppressed the sudden discovery and said a few words.
"The plate armor you are wearing today was ordered for the New Year and is ready for you to wear at the military parade in early summer..."
Oh my god! I’m already saying something, but next I want to ask him if he’s happy when he’s wearing new armor and stepping on people? What’s going on in your head, Sonia!
As soon as these two words were spoken, Sonia was already ashamed and wanted to hide herself.
From now until the distant future, I will raise my sword to the common people for them? Griffith silently put the milk and biscuits on the small table, turned his head and looked into the girl's eyes. They are not partners who get along day and night.
The look in his eyes was more like a monster just crawling out of hell.
The fierce gaze frightened Sonia so much that she moved closer to the bed. Feeling something was wrong, she stood up and slowly retreated towards the door.
"Well, good night, Griffith, see you tomorrow." Sonia pulled the cold door handle and tried to slip out through the crack in the door.
It's not Sonia's fault, it's my duty to protect her. Isn't what I did today reasonable? So, why should I regret and regret what happened today?
No, no, what's the difference between today's things and the cultists? Is there anything crazier than this? Is this correct?
Griffith's sharp eyes became melancholy. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out. The more he thought about it, the more he had a splitting headache. Conflicting, absurd and unanswered questions made him feel irritable and anxious.
Violent emotions, even wanting to grab anyone and tear them into pieces.
Anyone can do it. It would be nice to tear Sonia off, maybe it was her fault. Her nightgown seemed quite soft.
No, no, it’s not Sonia’s fault, it’s not my fault, it shouldn’t be my fault, right!?
I have to think of something else. I have to think of something else. I still have so many unanswered questions. Think of something else.
Think of something else.
Have to think of something else.
Suddenly, an idea that he had been thinking about for a long time came up, completely saving Griffith from the trouble of having no answer, and threw him into another idea.
He stood up, caught up with the girl who had just moved to the door, and patted the small door.
"Bang!"
"ah!"
The small door that had just been opened was slammed shut, and Sonia let out a small exclamation. Her hands holding the collar and nightgown trembled slightly, and she looked up at the imposing trainee knight.
"Sonia." Griffith didn't pay any attention to the girl's reaction.
Sonia opened her mouth to ask what was going on but was speechless. Broad shoulders and strong arms surrounded her like mountains, and the hot breath close at hand touched her pretty cheeks, almost melting her.
Sonia felt her knees shaking. If there wasn't any space, she would have fallen to the ground.
"I must go to the Incredible House of Wonders again." Griffith made the request in an irresistible tone.
"Okay." Sonia agreed reflexively, and it took her a while to react.