Lance stood on the gentle slope, watching his army in the middle fall into irreparable destruction in the distance. The chaos from the north was spreading to all directions like a plague.
Two thousand soldiers lined up in a long line, advancing along the road down the gentle slope, rushing to the battlefield. They were almost parallel to the bank of the Bet River a few hundred meters away, and would soon encounter the first wave of rout troops coming from the middle.
"Lord Lance, have the wizards and the others been defeated?" Venomfang Holland and several leaders asked nervously, "We have to rush over at full speed."
“I saw it,” Lance said with an indifferent expression. “The whole army accelerated, attacked and occupied Boulogne Ferry, and burned the ships there.”
"Aren't you going to support the middle camp!?" All the leaders were shocked. "A lot of the brothers there were taken away by Lancenis, and they may not be able to resist. In this way, the officers and soldiers will join the nobles of the castle.
"
"Then let them join together," Lancenis waved his hand in disgust, "I have decided to attack Boulogne Ferry. I will intercept the retreat of these officers and soldiers, keep them all or drive them north.
Go. Lancenis' troops will capture these nobles for me."
"Poisonous Fang Huo Lan, Lame Lu Ping, you lead a force of 500 people to collect the defeated wizards' remnants, take the road to the west, and then block the army from the left wing, don't let them escape to the west. If they leave
If Bet Castle flees north, you can take advantage of the situation and occupy it."
“Theseus, lead your legionnaires to attack the Plachen Hill. You must capture it before the noble lackeys occupy it. The flat and open terrain there is the key to my capture of Boulogne Ferry.
“Our army will assemble at Plachen Hill and attack the ferry.”
Lance issued orders one after another, calmly and methodically, like a veteran in the army.
He has assembled an army of 2,200 people, more than 400 of whom are veterans of the Verona Legion who have defected to him and are accustomed to fighting. This powerful force cannot be resisted by the hastily assembled city defense armies from all over the country. It is also in the single digits.
The noble guards cannot defeat them.
These veterans, commanded by a senior centurion named Theseus and a few sergeants, were as tough as steel.
There were originally more than this number of veterans who had defected to the rebel army. A larger and more elite team of veterans had been given to Lanthanis under his command, and yesterday they completely defeated Count Sindra's reinforcements.
Although there were not enough officers and the mobilization of troops was somewhat slow and sluggish, Lance was convinced that he would win.
As long as this army is thrown on the heads of the nobles, they will immediately collapse. The timid city defense army and militia are no match for the regular army. As for those arrogant knights, throwing a spear three times will make them a new person.
Hence, the primary goal is naturally to send the legionnaires to the appropriate location.
Although the floods have receded, it is not easy to access everywhere on the floodplain. The village of Plachin and the low hills not far to the southwest of Boulogne Ferry are the intersection of roads and are also relatively dry and flat open spaces.
Lance thought about it again and felt that his judgment was correct.
His army has an absolute advantage in numbers and powerful legionnaires. The Beyelan nobles hiding in Bethe Castle have been frightened. After being rescued by reinforcements, they will immediately rush to Boulogne Ferry.
Then fled eastward.
The legionnaires must cut off the way for the nobles to escape to the east bank of the Beit River. If these nobles can be captured, he will have amazing bargaining chips in the next battle. The two famous earls, Larmore and Chalon, will fight for the safety of their daughters.
And reputation pays a staggering price.
In case, if the luck is not good, some nobles escape out, then there is nothing. As long as you oppress the Blogne Ferry, don't want to escape from thousands of cities.
After destroying the count's reinforcements and this city defense army, there is no longer any armed force in this area that can resist Reims' army. He can even attack the old town.
There, representatives of countless forces are waiting to decide the winner!
…
The rebel army's center line collapsed. Some of them threw down their weapons and surrendered. Most of them broke up and ran away from the front of the formation and fled to the south. Some of them ran to unknown places.
The Fiona battle group stopped, and the city defense squadron did not pursue it. Mira led the militia to pursue the rebels and take in the prisoners, while other squadrons gathered in piles here and there.
Griffith tried hard to recall his city defense troops, but after almost half an hour, less than half of them came back, and the rest were either lost or mixed with other squadrons.
There were noisy crowds everywhere, and everyone could already see the dark army slowly coming from the south. The northern rebels also gathered near Beit Castle.
No more waiting!
Griffith handed Fiona over to the protection of Milo Squadron, who was in the best condition, and raised his halberd.
“The whole army, attack the rebels in the north!”
He was the first to rush forward, and the other trainee knights also swarmed forward with their soldiers. There was no formation or sequence, and they howled and charged at the rebels in the North Camp.
…
Baron Bate's castle finally saw the light of relief after being besieged for several days.
As soon as it dawned today, Sonia saw thousands of rebels gathering towards the castle. At first, she thought the enemy was finally going to attack, but soon Fiona's vague voice came from the echo crystal.
The reinforcements coming from the ferry direction defeated the rebels besieging the castle in one turn. Then, the reinforcements turned around and launched a charge towards the hesitant rebel north camp near the castle.
The rebels surrounding the north and west have been in disarray.
Sonia saw a familiar figure from a distance. He was holding a halberd and wearing a fine breastplate and rushed to the front.
It’s Griffith!
The rebels who gathered near the castle were all shaken. They all recognized this terrible knight who killed Mosmok in one turn and stripped off his armor.
“The knight is here!”
The rebels under the castle let out earth-shattering shouts. Some people began to flee, while others shouted to stay and fight.
Griffith, Lassalle, and Gérard rushed into the rebel ranks one after another. The chaotic squadron followed them.
“Attack!”
Murat and Nona jumped from the wall and joined the fight.
The rebels raised their shields and stood close together, like hedgehogs, pointing their long and short spears at the outside.
The Shutorals gathered together. They were all wearing heavy armor and holding halberds or swords and shields. They rushed towards the tight rebel formation before the city defenders arrived.
“Break the formation!”
The Shutorals threw flying knives like raindrops, and the terrifying roars echoed densely. The rebels facing them saw the swords and sword shadows like falling stars coming towards them.
“Ah!” Amidst the screams one after another, the rebels fell like cabbages under hail. Many people had daggers in their faces, and eyeballs and splashing blood sprayed into the faces of others.
Before they could recover from the fright, Shutoral, who was wearing sharp armor, had already torn apart the human wall, causing a bloody storm among the flesh and blood.
Griffith rushed into the core of the rebels and killed several brave leaders. The remaining people completely collapsed and fled in all directions, screaming like the rebels in the middle.
…
The barony that was severely washed away by the floods is in a mess, with fallen trees and cankered farmland everywhere. The harvest must be dead this year.
Fortunately, the castle in the baron's manor did not collapse. Although the rebels invaded the manor after everyone refused to defend the castle, they have been troubled by attacks these days and were unable to launch a full-scale attack.
All the magicians and Shutoral survived, and even the injured Lana and Kulala were able to get out of bed and walk around, happily joining the reinforcements outside the manor.
“Rana!”
Griffith was careless and failed to watch Fiona. When the girl saw that her Shutoral was alive with beard and tail, she rushed directly into his arms. Fortunately, Sonia reacted quickly and stepped forward.
Hugged her.
“Sonia, it’s great to see you safe and sound,” Griffiths felt relieved after seeing Sonia safe with his own eyes.
“It’s so good to see you again.” Sonia covered her mouth and was about to cry with excitement. Similar dangerous things happened twice in a few months, and she almost doubted her life.
"You performed very well, Griffith." At this time, a young man wearing a mask walked up. He was wearing the uniform of Homemon Watts. His voice and body shape sounded like Isius, but his temperament
“I’m infected and I’m not acclimated to the climate. I need to see a doctor after I return to Beyeland.” Isius shook his head. “After such a big change, it’s not surprising that he has grown a little~”
You call this growing up? I feel like my temperament has aged almost thirty years and I have completely changed. Griffith stared at the Viscount strangely and warily, feeling that there was something indescribable.
It’s just that we don’t have time to study this now. Lance’s main force will arrive soon, and everyone is not out of danger yet.
…
At 11:10 am on March 23, although the Fiona battle group had rescued the noble children, the situation was still critical.
The mage who commanded the middle of the rebel army took some of his men and fled to the main rebel force in Reims. Their combined forces had arrived at the Plachin low hill south of the ferry. The number of them seemed to be very large.
The city defense troops were handed over to their local officers to assemble and organize. All the students of Shutoral and Homemonworth gathered together to discuss the next plan.
"Our team is in complete chaos. Only the squadrons of Milhaud and Warren Haydon are in better condition," Lassalle said with some helplessness. His first squadron was in chaos during the charge, and now less than one-third of it has been restored.
1. "Each squadron is mixed with people from other squadrons, making it difficult to execute complex orders. We also have no power to stop the rebels from occupying nearby positions."
Isius pointed in the direction of Plachen Hill: "I saw a lot of rebels gathered there, and they looked well-trained. They will attack the ferry directly, right?"
Anyone with eyes can see clearly that the low hills and villages to the southwest of the ferry are very critical positions. Only by holding on there can the Boulogne ferry safely withdraw everyone to the east bank.
However, Lance's main force came very quickly, and there were already a tidal wave of figures on the river bank. They took advantage of the opportunity for the Shutorals to relieve the siege of the castle, and easily captured it, and their troops were directed at the escaping people.
The only exit.
If you are not careful, everyone will fall from a small encirclement into a large encirclement.
Lance's brigade made a rumbling roar and rolled towards this side. Just looking directly at an enemy twice their size, the city defenders felt like they were fighting between two groups.
"Let's fight too, shall we?" Sonia said with some guilt. Using a large-scale attack spell to kill fellow human enemies would probably cause many people present to have a psychological breakdown, let alone casting a spell on such a battlefield.
It is possible to fail and backfire on the caster.
Many students looked at the flat-bottomed boats at the ferry, their eyes filled with anticipation but kept silent.
As long as you get on the ship, you can leave safely. But how can you say that you can abandon the army and run away?
The air suddenly became solid.
"It's not necessary," Griffith said slowly as he glanced at everyone calmly, "We have completed the main task. Everyone except the professor is safe. We can leave these city defense troops and go back across the river. The flat-bottomed boat is enough
Contain us.”
“No, how can this work!” Sonia objected seriously, “We can’t leave the soldiers who fight for us behind. They have families and are living people just like us!”
“They can run north along the river,” Griffiths made another nonsense suggestion. “If they continue to fight, Lance will cut off the ferry. At that time, everyone will face the risk of having no way to retreat.”
“The small number of legionnaires and city defense troops cannot stop the rebel group, and the ferry will definitely be lost.” Lasalle also agreed.
“Will we be defeated?” everyone asked hesitantly.
"Defeat is not certain, but we are very likely to lose our retreat, and everyone will be in danger," Griffith replied. "I again recommend that everyone evacuate immediately. If you have any concerns, I can stay and fight alongside the city defense forces."
, hold on until everyone leaves."
His tone was very calm, as if he was talking about something insignificant.
“No, no!” Sonia was angry, “Griffith, just tell me what your plans are. You can’t do this! I won’t leave if you stay.”
“Okay, okay, don’t play this trick,” Isius laughed and waved his hand to silence everyone, “Shu Toral, prepare to fight. We must fight.
“We are from Bijaland and will become the leaders of the family and the army in the future. If it is so easy to abandon the army and flee, who will dare to fight with us when the day comes when we are needed?
“So, everyone must participate in today’s battle. Those who want to escape by boat can ask now, but I personally recommend not to do so. Compared with physical death, the social death of reputation destruction is much more terrifying.”
This reason convinced almost everyone, or in other words, calmed them down.
Berthier even thought about it seriously: "Then, should we burn the ship to show our determination to fight side by side with the city defense army? I have seen many battle cases arranged this way."
Nona on the side almost scolded him after hearing this.
Isius smiled slightly, with a cold light shining under his mysterious mask. He looked at Griffith:
“Griffith, you are such a considerate and good person. You prepared all the reasons for everyone to escape from the beginning.
"But you are so calm. In my estimation, you have already been prepared, right? Do you not want us to restrict you or do you not want Miss de La Mole to take risks?"
Griffith kept a serious face and said nothing.
“Tsk, what a bad character,” Isius laughed, “Just say what you want.”
Griffith paused for a while and said calmly: "There is no need to burn the boat or the ferry. Whether it is a last-ditch battle or relying on Miss Xia Long's sealed artifact, it is difficult to maintain the morale of the city defense army for a long time. After all, they are not the same region as us.
, they are from other provinces, and we are from the royal territory. In front of the veterans of the legion, the city defense army cannot hold on for long.
“Also, we need to give Lance a target so he knows where to attack most.”
“I understand, I think everyone can accept this arrangement,” Sonia thought seriously, “but how can we defeat the rebels?”
“Leave this task to us,” Griffith said. “On behalf of all Shutoral, please stay behind the battle lines and wait for news of victory.”
"real?"
“Don’t you need us to provide large-scale magic strike support? Although I am not sure whether it can be successful on such a battlefield.”
Several students asked in a flurry of voices.
"No need," Griffith replied affirmatively, "the rebels have longbowmen from the legion, and there is no need to take risks with unarmored spellcasters."
He then took out a battle plan that had been prepared and circulated it to everyone:
“Since you have decided to fight, you can refer to my plan.
“According to the plan, the troops of Lassalle, Milhaud and Warren Haydon and the engineers held the front of the ferry, and Lannes and Curara were here to support them.
“All other Shutoral and squadrons are with me as we proceed as planned.”
Griffith's plan was very clear and precise.
After reading the report, Sonia was surprised to find that this combat plan should have been drawn up long ago. The situation on the scene was completely within Griffith's expectations. The time of the rescue, the time of the arrival of the main force of the Lance rebels, and the time when the main force of the Lance rebels arrived.
The loss of Qin Diao Qiu was all part of the plan.
Isius asked his brother, "Mura, do you think you can win?"
“Yes, Viscount.”
Isus asked Lassalle again: "What do you think?"
“Our army will win without a doubt.”
Fiona thought for a while: "The number of rebels is much larger than ours, right? Although I am very powerful, you can definitely win, right?"
Lana took off the bandages on his body, stretched his muscles, and grinned: "My sword is already hungry and thirsty."
The battle plan was adopted without any hindrance.
All the Shutoral returned to their respective squadrons and prepared for battle.
…
"Griffith." Sonia nodded to her trainee knight and asked him to find her in a quiet place.
There is actually no quiet corner here, so the two of them came to a ruined wall to whisper.
Sonia raised her head and asked him cautiously: "Can we really win? The rebels' strength may be twice or even three times ours."
“Quantity does not determine victory in battle,” Griffith shook his head, “wisdom and organization do.”
This answer made Sonia not sure how to continue: "It was wrong for you to test me like that just now. We have a soul contract, and lying is not good."
Well, there are other people present, and I have to worry about their thoughts. Griffith thought absently, and simply responded: "Yes."
Sonia thought for a while: "Promise me not to do anything that will lead to death, but to survive. If you lose the battle, you can escape and run to the west to join the aristocratic coalition there. Don't worry about me!"
"OK, I see."
The rallying bugle has sounded. The city defense troops have completed their reorganization and are deploying along the south side of Boulogne Ferry.
It’s time to say goodbye now.
Griffith nodded to Sonia and prepared to rush to his squadron.
"Wait, wait, Griffith!" Sonia looked a little panicked. She had never seen such a large-scale battle. Her knight was about to rush to an unknown and dangerous battlefield to fight against a terrifying enemy. This
She was so confused that she didn't know what to do.
Lance is unimaginably powerful. He killed the professor, fought against the elemental lord and three or four Shutorals at the same time, and seriously injured many people.
“What? Is there anything I need to do?” Sonia asked blankly and hesitantly.
“No. No, there is!”
Griffith shook his head at first. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he remembered something important.
Almost forgot again! How immature I am to be able to forget such an important thing!
"what is it!"
As soon as Sonia finished speaking, she saw Griffith stretching his arms around her. His broad shoulders, solid breastplate and strong arms enveloped her, reminding her of the irresistible heat that night.
breath.
“No, this can’t be done.”
Irresistible force pressed forward, and Sonia only had time to scream slightly before she collapsed. She closed her eyes nervously and wanted to push Griffith away, but her body was so soft that it seemed like he was touching her breastplate.
“It’s okay, I heard from Fiona, she and Lana can do it, and so can we.” Griffith said confidently.
Sonia was so shocked that she almost fainted.
Griffith gently pressed her shoulders, unlocked the clasp at the back, and tugged hard on the cloak embroidered with the coat of arms of the Larmore family.
He used too much force and did not unlock all the locks. The strong pull and the sound of tearing silk made Sonia terrified. The unprecedented stimulation made her brain go blank. She clenched her silver teeth and softened.
It flopped softly against Griffith's breastplate.
Griffith pulled off Sonia's cloak.
He felt quite decent about himself and gestured with his somewhat torn cloak and the bloody halberd beside him.
On the pure white cloak, the iris blooms with rich blue-purple petals, like a held high halberd, giving people a sense of vitality. The three petals of the iris symbolize faith, wisdom and courage respectively. This is Rameau.
The coat of arms of your family is an excellent military flag.
Simply awesome!
Griffith was so proud that he took half a step back, tied his cloak to his halberd, and beat his chest in greeting to Sonia, whose eyes were blurred and her cheeks were red:
“Sonia, I will wave the flag of fleur-de-lis through the enemy lines. Please wait in a safe place for news of our army’s victory.
“Your knights will seize the rebel standard and hang it on the cloister of Larmor House,