Then, the first ray of light appeared, the solid water droplets fell towards the river and the sea, and the silent creation opened its eyes. 94670778 seconds passed quickly in the timer, and the hands of the world passed 2248 years, 4 months, 6 days and 13 hours, and the day
The moon rises and sets, the hourglass is silent, and the cry of a newborn baby comes from the tomb. All history has become history, and everything is happening now.
"The servants have lost four thousand people, Legion Commander." The scout, wearing light armor and with blood on his face, fell off his horse with a plop, and immediately struggled to stand up to report the battle situation to the commander.
The legion commander sitting on the back of a tall four-legged beast raised his eyelids casually, fingering a peeled grape in an exquisite porcelain plate, watching the crystal clear green fruit rolling around in the plate, "Four thousand
People? Report to me when the loss reaches 6,000 people." He waved his hand lazily, signaling for the soldiers to retreat. The scout bowed deeply to the superior commander, covered his chest with his hands and disappeared into the crowd.
"That... baggage adjutant?" the legion commander raised his fingers. An officer riding a dragon immediately appeared beside him and took off his helmet: "The ladder and battering ram are ready, and the south gate and north gate are equipped with them.
We have acquired twenty-two heavy trebuchets, one hundred and four crossbows, the ghoul engineers have dug 550 yards, and the siege tower can be built in fifteen minutes, Lord Legion Commander."
The head of the Raven Corps, one of the four elite troops of the Zavi Empire, the great lord of the southern colonies, and the hereditary second-class earl of the empire, Avraim, sighed softly, waved his hand to dismiss the baggage adjutant, and turned to the red-robed mage next to him.
: "It seems that you have no chance to take action, old friend. There is no decent resistance force in the Red Stone Castle, and the consumption rate of the servants is half slower than I expected. Please tell Lord Zaruch, the First Central Army
We can withdraw from the red clay plains and continue marching south. Red Stone Castle and Queen St. Bollen are the trophies of my Raven Corps. I can’t wait to taste the taste of Her Majesty the Queen, hum hum…"
The magician in red robe looked at the battlefield expressionlessly, "That's not up to me. Lord Zaruch's instructions are that by sunset, as long as the Raven Corps cannot break through the gate of Red Stone Castle, the combat caster group will launch an siege.
The magic 'Lazi's Anvil of Destruction' wiped the city clean."
Forty-four-year-old Avraim raised his eyebrows: "Sunset? There are still four hours until dusk. Let me add a little fun to this boring gamble. Invite our poet here - don't forget him
ukulele.”
The crowd dispersed, and the old bard was brought to the legion commander by the knights. The white feathers on the old man's felt hat were stained with blood and no longer stiff, but the strings of the dudra in his arms were unstained, reflecting the noon.
The sunshine. "Sing a poem, bard of St. Bollen." The legion commander looked down at the small civilians, "Add a beautiful footnote to my victory."
The old man trembled and replied: "I only know one narrative poem, my lord. All the bards of St. Bollon only know one narrative poem like this. My lord, it is the first poem and the last praise. As long as St. Bollon is still alive."
As long as it exists, it will never end."
The red-robed mage said with great interest: "I have heard of the 446,000-line epic "Sira Saga", which tells the story of the Lord God Sira performing miracles on the red clay plains and helping the local residents establish St. Bolun.
The history of the kingdom. Over the years, the bards have continued to add new chapters to the epic."
"Is that so?" the legion commander sat up straight and looked at the battlefield, "Then please choose a chapter and start singing, poet. Before the sun sets, the Red Stone Castle will be captured, and the history of St. Bollen will end in my hands.
And you will be honored to be the completer of "Silasaka". Today, you and I will put an end to this overly long epic."
The bard lowered his head and held the ukulele with trembling hands. The moment his withered fingers touched the strings, his trembling miraculously disappeared. Clear chords flowed in the jungle of honor guards and lances. The old man Zhang
I opened my bloody and dry lips and began to sing an ancient poem:
“The Creator created the world and created the seven main gods;
The Lord God Sheela is his spirit, his flesh, his minister and lover;
His little daughter, his pride, messenger of words and paintings;
The moonlit celestial rose, the wise and loving garland spirit.
Her brother, protector of war and blacksmiths, god of fire, angry Lazi;
Jealous of mankind's love for the Lord God Sheela, he raised a flaming hammer and brought disaster;
The sea boils, the mountains melt, and the war of seven gods destroys the world;
The Creator was finally furious. He raised the staff that could summon thunderclouds and heavy rain, and divided the world into four continents, so that the east, south, west, and north were forever separated."
The bard's song spread through the army, and Avraim's ears twitched slightly, and he nodded slightly in appreciation. He waved his right hand, and the baggage adjutant of the Raven Corps and the dragoon battalion, the machine infantry battalion, the heavy infantry battalion, and the longbow battalion
The commander of the Spear Thrower Barracks immediately appeared in front of him, "The rules are still the same, take down Red Stone Castle within an hour, and you are allowed to massacre the city. Be careful not to hurt Her Majesty the Queen's face. Her head needs to appear."
On the gate of Red Stone Castle, this is my only instruction." The legion commander's eyes swept over the officers who had experienced many battles. Each officer's armor was covered with bloodstains and deep arrow marks. "End of the battle.
A six-year war ended the oldest kingdom in the Western Continent and ended an era. - Is there anything more glorious than this, the founders of the new Zhawi Empire territory, the greedy executioners, my old guys?"
He pointed forward, his eyes burning.
"No, Your Excellency, Commander of the Legion!" the officers shouted in unison, fastened their helmets and visors with a clang, and drew out their swords and spears. Just like Moses splitting the Red Sea, where the Commander of the Legion pointed with his right hand, Zhawi
The soldiers separated neatly to the left and right, revealing the red earth ground that was as solid as granite trampled by tens of thousands of pairs of military boots. Avraim's eyes crossed the distance of three thousand yards without any hindrance, and cast their eyes to the sunlit place, in the vast sky.
On the boundless red clay plain, stands an extremely tall crimson castle, a monument of the two thousand years of St. Bollen Dynasty history, and the highest achievement of architectural civilization in the Western Continent, the Red Stone Castle.
"attack!"
The legion commander crushed the grapes in his palms hard.
The sound of war drums shook the earth, and the dark formation of the Raven Corps suddenly bloomed like a flower. The cavalry attacked in a roundabout way. Under the cover of the shield infantry, the machine infantry pushed the heavy battering ram forward slowly, and the light infantry carried the ladder and stepped over the layers.
The corpses of the Zhawi servants ran forward, "Boom! Boom!" Amidst the loud noise of the cowhide rope breaking, the huge trebuchet threw a five-hundred-pound boulder into the air, and the rocks spun and fell, making a terrifying scream.
, the St. Bollen soldiers on the city wall raised their heads in horror, but were first violently penetrated by the crossbow arrows fired by the heavy crossbows, and were nailed to the red sandstone wall tiles with a "bang!"
The torrent of Zhawi soldiers rushed past the bard, and the old man's figure was like a dead leaf shaking in the wind, but the verses of the Sirasaka continued to play:
“His wrath caused the world to change its shape, creating impassable peaks on all sides and an impassable ocean in the center;
Four holy rivers divide the four continents, and gods can only look at each other from a distance;
Sheela and Lacy, the supreme brothers and sisters who live together in the Western Continent, can no longer come to the world to teach mankind;
O devout believers in the red plains, you finally learned to look up.
It was an ancient king named Castlefield who ignited the fire of civilization;
But a farmer's daughter named Wenger, listening day and night to the words of the Lord God, armed with dogs, pitchforks and a basket of dry biscuits, established the glory of St. Bollon in the center of the earth;
‘Build the wall in the promised land where sweet springs flow’, Sheela sent down a metaphor;
——'He who lays the first wall brick will be the king of the red plain. Build a castle of red stone, three hundred feet high and two thousand yards wide, and then worship the spirits in heaven, which will be like the palace of heaven."
"put!"
One hundred and four heavy crossbow arrows poured into the sky, covering the sun in an instant. One hundred yards in front of the heavy crossbow, two thousand Zhawi longbowmen were shooting overwhelming rockets in three rotational formations, and locust-like rain of fire fell.
In Red Stone Castle, although the solid sandstone wall bricks could not be shaken, the tents, baggage, equipment, and clothing of the defenders were instantly engulfed in flames.
The figures ran and screamed in the fireball, and the rolling stones and boiling oil on the city wall temporarily became sparse. Taking this opportunity, the machine infantry quickly built two 250-foot-tall wooden siege towers, carrying battering rams, springboards and
The siege tower of fifty archers immediately rained down arrows on the 180-foot-high city wall.
"Hiss..." Purple thunder and lightning suddenly descended on the Zhawi infantry group. Electric snakes flew between the steel and the flesh like life. Countless heavy infantry fell to their knees heavily, and every gap in their helmets sprayed.
At the same time, a huge boulder thrown by a heavy trebuchet was lifted up by the strongmen on the city wall and thrown towards the siege tower. As soon as the arrows of the Zawi archers left the bowstring, the boulder covered them
"Boom! Crunch..." The wooden siege tower that suffered a heavy blow broke from the middle, swayed, and finally fell into the center of the siege troops, splashing a bloody spray.
"The pagans who believed in Lazi, the king of Zhawi also surrendered at the first step of the red stone castle and promised peace to the farmer's daughter for three hundred years;
"In the blood of the butcher's son live countless executioners", the Lord God Thera is worried about the believers in heaven;
But the Queen inherited Sheila’s talent for love and beauty, and used culture and art to shape the golden St. Bollen;
God bless Arsene Wenger, the best queen, a citizen of the red plains.
But on that windless and moonless night six years ago, Zhavi's walking dragon reduced the small town of Sandostan to ashes;
The vassal states turned against each other, the first guard of the Holy Blessing garrisoned at the border was defeated in one battle, St. Bollen was in turmoil, and the northeastern border was fragmented;
Year after year of fighting, lush wild strawberries grew in the barren fields. Watered with blood, the fruits looked particularly bright;
God bless St. Bollen! Let the invaders' dragoons face the peasants' pitchforks and fall into a double dilemma of tactics and faith."
The bard uttered desolate syllables about the Zhavi invaders while widening his eyes. The red stone castle began to burn. A large number of rockets crossed the city wall and ignited the buildings in the city, turning the majestic ancient castle into ashes.
The furnace of purgatory.
"Whoosh!" Countless golden light bands passed over the old man's head. They were golden earth-moving dragoons with wings on their backs, the elite of the Zavi Empire. "Assault!" A man wearing black steel armor said.
Under the guidance of the dragon knights, the golden earth-walking dragon knights flapped their wings and flew into the sky, quickly shuttled through the rain of arrows from the guards, like golden carp swimming upstream in the flood.
The powerful man on the city wall roared wildly, took off his shirt, revealing his rock-solid muscles. He picked up boulders one after another and threw them at the Zavi people. "Bang!" A five-hundred-pound boulder hit the gold.
Earth Dragon, a half-dragon mount capable of short-term flight, whined and fell to the ground, smashing a dozen soldiers and its master into a pulp.
"Shoot!" the black-armored knight shouted again, and the dragoons flying in the air threw the spears in their hands. Fifteen flying spears penetrated the warrior's body from different angles, and the blood all over his body suddenly burst from thirty
The wound erupted completely, and the fierce general with eyes wide open without falling turned into a heroic soul on the execution rack. The purple lightning that wiped out a large number of Zhawi soldiers also disappeared, and the flying spear of the black-armored knight shot into the narrow window of an observation post.
Harvesting the life of the magician hiding inside. The golden earth-walking dragon could no longer maintain its flight, fluttering its wings and falling to the ground. "Pop! Pah! Pah!" The light infantry who stepped on the corpses of layers upon layers of servants pushed the top of the ladder to the ground.
He put his scratching hook on the city wall and began to climb the one hundred and eighty-foot-high wall.
“The flames of war burned through every corner of the Western Continent, and statues of Lazi, the god of war and blacksmiths, were erected everywhere;
At this time, the Lord God chose to remain silent, Sheela no longer gave the farmer’s children wise guidance, and Wenger III bravely held on to the spear;
‘I know this day will eventually come’, the Queen dispersed the residents of Red Stone Castle and led three thousand guardsmen to stand on the heights of the Castle of Heaven…”
At this point, the old bard no longer had the strength to compose the next verse. He fell to his knees panting, his cloudy eyes reflecting the outline of the burning red stone castle.
This was not an evenly matched battle to begin with. The Raven Corps consisted of 100,000 well-equipped soldiers, plus the 150,000 First Central Army soldiers who were watching eagerly from a distance, and the 3,000 Queen's Guards at Redstone Castle who refused to leave.
The defense system formed by its members is basically a soap bubble that bursts at the first touch.
"Bang!" With a loud noise, the battering ram hit the fifty-foot-tall thick city gate against the rolling wood and arrows. The triple door bolts and hundreds of St. Bollen soldiers behind the door desperately resisted the attack.
attack, but riots ensued within the city.
The ground suddenly trembled strangely, and then the floor tiles and red soil poured into the sky like a fountain. "Wow..." A thirty-foot-wide hole suddenly appeared on the inside of the city wall, completely swallowing dozens of guards.
Those who were ordered to fly out of the cave were severed limbs and arms with vicious bite marks. Countless pairs of blood-red eyes appeared at the bottom of the dark cave. The ghoul engineers who were kept captive by the Raven Corps dug directly into the city with their sharp claws and launched an attack.
A surprise surprise.
The defenders were in chaos. "Boom!" The second swing of the battering ram completely destroyed a city gate. The door pressed dozens of St. Bollen soldiers underneath. Before they could push the wooden planks away, the ground collapsed.
The dragoons galloped past the door heavily, their sharp spears taking away the lives of every resister in their path.
On the skyline, the red stone castle was silhouetted into a black silhouette by the blazing flames, and a gray torrent mixed with golden light spots was pouring into the city gate. It was a cavalry team led by the Golden Earth Dragon Knight. "It's just a matter of time."
Forty minutes, old friend, if the servant team composed of prisoners of war and slaves can support it for a while, it will take even less time." The legion commander seemed dissatisfied, leaning on the back of his seat and shaking his head gently.
"No, it has already impressed me deeply." The red-robed mage said expressionlessly.
"As for you, my poet friend, have you thought about the concluding sentence of "Silasaka"? It must rhyme." Avraim looked down at the bard kneeling on the ground.
"...You can't destroy the glory of St. Bollen..." The old poet gritted his teeth, and just after he said half a sentence, a big hand appeared on his temple, with a crisp "pop" sound, and the statue of the Legion Commander
He crushed the old man's head into pieces like a grape. "That's enough, it already rhymes, didn't you notice?" He shook the gun in his hand, ignored the beast behind him, and walked straight towards the burning castle.
go.
"What are you going to do now, Avraim?" the red-robed mage asked.
"Enjoy the victory." The legion commander waved his hand.
The red-robed mage squinted his eyes and watched the man slowly walking towards the purgatory of blood and fire in the warm sunshine of the spring afternoon. He couldn't help but remind him: "Don't forget the secret order of Emperor Yelizawetan! Regarding the bloodline that must be eradicated...
…”
"A beautiful day has just begun." Commander Zhawi walked forward briskly and did not look back.