Fjord Town is fifteen kilometers southeast of Luoxia City, the main city of Viscount Wenge.
The town is built on the mountain, guarding a small tributary of the Shilai River and the entrance to mountains and valleys with a radius of dozens of kilometers. It has always been a battleground for military strategists.
As early as more than a hundred years ago, the Roman Dynasty fought a battle in Fjord Town with the noble rebels in the south that lasted for nearly six years. It was known in history as the Battle of the Fjords.
In the entire twenty years of the rebellion of the southern nobles, this tug-of-war took up nearly one-third of the time. More than 300,000 soldiers from both sides were buried here. To this day, local mountain people can still often see each other in the mountains and forests.
Skeletons of dead soldiers and rusted weapons fragments were excavated from the ground and even in farmland.
From a geographical point of view, Fjord Town and Medin City are on a parallel line. One town and one city, like two canine teeth, guard the southwest gateway of Lulian Province. Losing any one of them will make the northern part of Lulian
The cities of the plains faced the spears of the Phillies.
Before the Battle of Meiding City, Fjord Town also fought several small and medium-sized battles. However, Fei Lie's army, which came from the rugged and narrow mountain roads, had already been exhausted on the rugged and muddy mountain roads.
We have exhausted all our efforts and the logistics route is too long, making it impossible to organize a large-scale offensive.
Therefore, after several trials, the Feili people, who were famous for their cavalry, quickly gave up on this town, which was not suitable for large-scale cavalry movements and the geographical terrain was far more difficult to attack than the city of Meding, and instead concentrated their efforts on Meding on the west side.
city.
Although on the surface everything is attributed to the dangerous location of Fjord Town and strategic needs, both warring parties understand that the terrain is only a small part of the total reason. The bigger reason is that the garrison in the fjord is
The one in town is the Red Leaf Knights, one of the five major knights of the Saint Solan Empire!
As usual, on this day, the military camp built at the entrance of Fjord Town was still in order.
After the training in the morning, the soldiers usually rest in the barracks. Some people are sleeping, some are wiping their weapons or chatting, and more people gather on the spacious military camp grounds for fighting competitions and other games between men.
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"Okay!" A burst of sky-high cheers suddenly sounded, and among the dense crowd in the school grounds, a big knight flew up, his strong body drew an arc in the air, and hit the crowd behind him, causing everyone to flip over.
"Pay money, pay money!"
"Damn it, I've got five Yintai people, please pay me quickly."
"How can this pig let Master Phillip get close to him? How can this pig be so big that it can suppress Master Phillip's fighting spirit?"
The crowd was like a boiling pot, cheering, cursing, asking for bets, and it was very lively.
Phillip was wearing a close-fitting linen training suit, with his chest exposed, his back soaked with sweat, and his wet hair stuck to his forehead. He stood on the open space among the crowd with his hands on his waist, laughing loudly: "Yes."
Who’s coming?!”
Upon hearing Philip's challenge, a just knight with similar strength as Philip suddenly took off his clothes, threw them to the ground, and strode out with his naked body.
At the same time, a thin middle-aged man, accompanied by two guards, squeezed into the crowd.
Seeing that Philip was about to fight with the just knight, the man suddenly smiled and said: "Wait! I'll come!"
Philip, who was about to take action, turned his head when he heard the sound, and couldn't help but look happy when he saw the middle-aged man. Before he could speak, he saw the man kicking his feet, and his whole body was shot towards him like a cannonball.
"Wow!" The crowd suddenly burst out in exclamation.
The soldiers saw that as the strange middle-aged man kicked the ground, the ground where he was standing sank silently like a shriveled dough, and the ground was cracked inch by inch. And his body was right there.
Under the influence of this terrifying force, the air broke open and roared out!
"who is he?"
"Why haven't I seen it before? Hey, do you know?"
Everyone couldn't help but whisper to each other for a while. They all turned their attention to the two colleagues who led the middle-aged man.
A guard looked at the middle-aged man blankly, scratched his head and said, "We don't know, but it seems he came from the first training camp. He came to the gate of the military camp and said he wanted to see the captain, so we brought him over."
While the crowd was talking, the middle-aged man had already arrived in front of Phillip and punched him head-on.
Bang! There was a loud noise. Philip crossed his thick arms in front of him, his muscles suddenly swelled, and he resisted the lean man's fist.
For a moment, I saw that his whole body was enveloped in a gust of wind. His hair and clothes were all blown straight by the terrifying fist wind. Pushing, pushing, Philip took three steps back in succession. Finally, the right leg that supported his body fell into
In the solid soil, it is half an inch deep!
Before he could stand upright from the power of the punch, people saw the middle-aged man's body suddenly rise into the air, spin 720 degrees sideways in the air, and then hit him with one kick.
Philip took a deep breath, and his fighting spirit suddenly increased to the tenth level. Four battle rings flew out and jumped up his arms along his body. He gave a sharp shout and met the middle-aged man flying past in the same crossed arms posture before.
And the lower legs.
Boom! With a loud noise that was even more terrifying than before, Philip's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead were exposed. His body suddenly became a lot shorter, and his calves, from the knee down, were like nails, deeply pierced into the soil. His body was spinning.
The battle ring is like a candle in the wind, swaying as if it will be extinguished soon.
The power of one blow is so powerful!
The crowd around them was silent. The soldiers were so shocked that they could not speak. The faces of several high-ranking knights nearby changed, and they took a step forward to protect Philip in front of him.
Everyone knew that the outcome was decided. If the thin middle-aged man took action again, even if it was just a random punch or kick, Philip would not be able to bear it. The worst case could be death, and the worst case could be serious injury and vomiting blood. If he didn't lie on the bed,
In a year and a half, I'm afraid it won't even be able to reach the ground.
However, the middle-aged man obviously had no intention of taking action again. He stood aside with his hands clasped, seemingly free, and looked at Philip with a smile on his face in the pit, his face flushed from holding back his breath.
"Hoo!" After a long while, Philip exhaled a breath and calmed down. The shaky battle ring and the blood on his cheeks receded like the tide, and his expression returned to normal.
"Jean, you are blocking the wrong person. This is my teacher!" Philip waved away his knights angrily. He took the middle-aged man's outstretched hand and pulled out his leg from the deep soil.
"Yes, you can take on my six-level attack with two moves. That's great progress!" the middle-aged man said with a smile, rubbing his hair.
After Philip knelt on the ground respectfully and saluted, he stood up and asked excitedly: "Master Kameni, why are you free to come here today?"
"Passing by, I wanted to see you." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
This middle-aged man, whom Philip called Kameni, was Philip's knight instructor when he was in the first knight training camp. Although Philip is now the captain of the Red Leaf Knights, in fact, his identity is still the first
One ungraduated student from one training camp.
Waving his hands to signal the shocked and chattering soldiers to disperse, Philip accompanied Kameni to his barracks and asked: "Passing by, are you traveling to Lulian?"
Kameni shook his head and smiled lightly.
Philip observed his teacher carefully and found that after only more than a year apart, his teacher's temples were already a lot grayer.
"Visiting relatives?" Philip guessed.
As far as he knew, Mrs. Kameni's natal family was in Lulian Province. Apart from this reason, he really couldn't think of any other reason for Kameni to leave the Imperial Capital training camp and appear thousands of miles away.
Lulian.
"That's right." Kameni and Philip walked side by side and said slowly: "However, the main reason for coming here this time is because I was assigned to teach at the Munich branch."
"Teaching at Munich Branch?" Philip stopped for a moment and couldn't believe his ears: "You mean, you, a great knight of light, were sent to Munich City to teach junior students?"
Kameni was silent, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.
Phillip suddenly became angry: "Who did it, was it Wilson?!"
No wonder Philip was angry. You must know that at the first training camp headquarters in the imperial capital, although Kameni is not the strongest among the teachers, he is the one with the most teaching experience. All the students under his name, no matter how talented they are, are
, he can tap into his potential.
Philip himself is the most typical example.
In terms of fighting skills, he is not outstanding. Moreover, from the time he became the Knight of Justice and entered the first training camp to the time he left, he only received Kameni's teachings in just one year.
But with such talent and in such a short period of time, his potential was fully exploited by Kameni.
After becoming Kameni's student, Philip not only jumped from one-star Justice to three-star Justice, but also made great progress in martial arts and combat experience.
And when he left the academy and went south to Lullian to join the war, he truly felt the benefits of being a disciple of Kameni. It was with Kameni's teachings that he was able to defeat enemies stronger than him again and again.
opponents and survive on the bloody battlefield!
Kameni has a very high status in the minds of the students in the first training camp.
As we all know, over the years, the First Training Camp has been overwhelmed by the other two training camps. It has been ranked last in the competition for nine consecutive years. Only the students taught by Kameni can still compete slightly in the usual illusion world.
Save some face. This is not a secret in the three major training camps.
All the students believed that if the first training camp was not hindered by its reputation and could not match the other two training camps in recruiting talented students, this situation could be completely reversed.
As long as Kameni is given a few talents who are as good as the top students from the other two academies, he will be able to lead the first training camp with great pride!
Philip originally wanted to use his current appeal in the circle of aristocratic children to find two talented students for Kameni. Unexpectedly, before he could put his idea into practice, Kameni was assigned to
Lulian has never been rich in knights!
For Kameni, this is like a swan whose wings have been cruelly clipped! Here, he cannot use even one-tenth of his abilities and experience. No matter how hard he tries, his students are just a group of
A little guy who only has the strength of an armed knight or a brave knight!
And among all the people Philip knew, there was only one who could do such a thing—Wilson!
Wilson, who ranks among the top twenty paladins of the Saint Solan Empire, is the deputy commander of the first training camp and the second-ranked instructor. In terms of strength and status, he is far higher than Kameni.
However, his ambition and ability to teach students were inversely proportional to his strength. Not only was this man inferior to Kameni in teaching students, he was also jealous of others and would not tolerate the students taught by Kameni repeatedly failing in the camp competition.
Winning. I have always disliked Kameni.
Seeing the wry smile on Kameni's face when he asked him, Philip confirmed his guess. He was so angry for a moment that his chest felt like it was about to explode. What made him most uncomfortable was that no matter how angry he was, he couldn't
There was nothing he could do to help Kameni, not even a word of comfort.
You must know that although Wilson is not as good as Kameni in terms of teaching ability, he is many times better than Kameni in terms of his own strength and power play.
Under his management, more than half of the First Training Camp, from the Presbyterian Church to branches in major provinces, joined his faction. Even the First Knight Company, which had always been neutral, was more or less influenced by him.
Control. It can be said that if it weren't for the fact that there was a nominal leader of the training camp and the number one instructor above his head suppressing him. There were also some people who were unwilling to join in the same trend to restrain him. I'm afraid he would have been able to cover the sky with one hand.
And it is not feasible to use the power of the Carré family to exert external pressure.
Since Grand Duke Solan founded the knight training camp, the three major training camps have enjoyed an extremely high and independent status in the Solan Empire. Over the past hundred years, countless paladins and super mercenaries have been born here, and how many nobles and even princes have been trained and educated here.
, its status is not something that a certain family can influence on its own. Not to mention the Carré family, not even the four established nobles and the royal family.
What's more, the three major training camps have always been one of the main battlegrounds for the high-level struggles of the imperial nobility. Any family that gets too involved in the academy's struggle will attract interference from other families. Once they take action, the Carree family will face more than just
Wilson also had to face a swarm of political opponents.
Therefore, with Philip's current status, he can only do nothing to help Kameni.
"Okay, it's no big deal." Seeing his beloved disciple's resentful look, Kameni patted Philip on the shoulder and comforted him: "It's not bad to go to Lulian. At least it's quieter here than the imperial capital.
There are not so many worries. Besides, maybe I can find a genius here..."
As soon as Kameni finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a commotion at the entrance of the military camp.
He and Philip turned around and saw a fat dog with black and white patterns, surrounded by dozens of guards and even cavalry, getting in like a nimble loach and galloping towards this side.
That speed is simply faster than a fourth-level wind leopard!
"Oliver?!"
Although he had only seen it once more than a month ago, Philip quickly recognized the dog next to Roy. At that time, this dog made such a deep impression on him. Five second-level snow wolves, here
A fat dog was lying on the ground in front of him, peeing like shit and unable to move.
In addition, this fat dog has a pig-like body shape, making it difficult to remember!
The surrounding guards were unable to stop the dog that suddenly rushed into the camp. Even the few knights who were riding in pursuit were left far behind by the dog.
In the blink of an eye, Oliver had already rushed to Phillip's feet, twisting his round waist, wagging his tail at Phillip, and barking.
Philip's sharp eyes saw the parchment roll on the dog's neck collar at a glance. He quickly pulled it out and unfolded it. He only glanced at it twice before his expression changed. He shouted loudly: "Everyone assemble urgently!"
Following Philip's order, the knights responded with a bang, turned around and galloped away. A moment later, with a rapid blast of horns, countless soldiers put on their armors, picked up their weapons, rushed out of the barracks, pulled out their horses, and flew away.
Run to the central school grounds and line up to assemble.
Kameni stood on the edge of the school field, watching the river of people flowing past him, and asked: "What happened?"
"A friend of mine was attacked by the Black Skeleton Bandits and is in very danger." Phillip's handsome face was already livid.
"Oh?" Kameni raised his eyebrows slightly and said uncertainly: "Your friend?"
In Kameni's view, there are only a few people who are qualified to be friends with Philip, not to mention Lulian, even if they have visited the entire Solan Empire several times. The reason is that except for Philip's family background, it is difficult for ordinary people and even some small
The reason why the nobles are not close to him is because he is too arrogant.
There are very few people who can truly agree with him. After knowing each other for such a long time, Kameni has not even seen a single "friend" of him except hearing that this boy is friends with the princess Alessia.
Naturally, Kameni was very curious about the friend Philip spoke of. He wanted to know this guy who could send a dog to deliver a message so that Philip could aggressively gather hundreds of cavalrymen from the entire Second Knight Brigade of the Red Leaf Legion.
Who exactly is it?
"Yes, friend!" After hearing Kameni's question, Philip stared at the team gathered in front of him and nodded seriously: "Although I only met him once, he saved my life."
Kameni looked at Philip's profile and became even more curious about the person he was talking about.
He knew very well that a man as proud as Philip, who had been born in the intrigues of aristocratic circles, had always made a clear distinction between friends and benefactors. If there was not a sufficient reason for his trust, then he might use everything he had
To repay the favor of saving his life, he may not necessarily regard you as his friend.
Especially since he had only met this person once - Kameni couldn't figure out who could be so charming.
Just ten minutes later, one hundred fully armed Red Leaf Knights, two hundred retinue knights and four hundred cavalry rushed out of the open gate of the military camp like dark clouds and rolled towards the west.
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The sky was already covered by the sudden rain of arrows.
These long arrows left the vibrating bowstrings of the longbows of the distant bandits, soared into the air, flew a certain distance in the air, and then swooped towards the small car array like locusts.
For a moment, all I could hear was the sound of whooshing through the air, the dull popping sound of the steel arrow hitting the soil, the wooden board, and the shrill screams of the people who were hit by the arrow.
The crowd was running wildly.
The civilians crawled and crawled into the nearest hiding hole, or huddled inside and shivered, or looked at their relatives outside who were nailed to the ground before they could enter the hole and howled.
The mercenaries and guards, holding shields in one hand and swords in the other, rushed along the tunnel towards their defensive positions.
The battle finally began. When the car formation had not completed the last line of defense, the enemy was already ready to attack. They did not wait any longer, but launched the attack as quickly as possible.
Once this kind of attack starts, it won't stop!
"Alert!" Jinsen's roar came from under the outer wall. Every soldier who arrived at the defensive position clung to the wall, covering each other's heads with shields.
"Archer!" Jinmori shouted.
There are more than 80 archers in total, most of them are caravan grooms, clerks and young civilians with little melee ability. The bows and arrows in their hands are not as good as those of professional archers among mercenaries, but as long as they are dense enough, they will be the same.
Can cause damage to enemies.
"Raise the bow, fifty-five degrees!"
Amidst Jinsen's roar, the archers raised their bows one after another. The shield-bearing soldiers nearby covered their heads with shields.
"Fire the arrow!"
Following Jin Sen's order, the shield above his head quickly moved out of the way, and sharp arrows flew into the air with the buzzing vibration of the bowstring, flying out of the car formation and rushing towards the group of bandits approaching from the bottom of the mountain.
The arrows fired by both sides were like two black swarms of bees, intersecting in the air.
Although the shield-wielding warriors nearby quickly blocked the archers, in just a short moment, two archers were hit by flying arrows. One was injured on the thigh, and the blood instantly soaked the ground. The other was directly injured.
His eye socket was pierced by the falling arrow, and he fell to the ground without even a groan.
Benedict!
As soon as Roy jumped out of the carriage, an arrow hit the armrest of the driver's seat of the carriage. The sharp arrow pierced the armrest with great impact, sending sawdust flying.
Tuk-tuk-tuk... This terrifying sound makes one's hair stand on end. The hood of the carriage was riddled with bullets, and arrows were densely inserted on the wooden boards of the carriage. The soil on the walls, the bushes, and the water in the pits,
The flesh and blood on the human body and everything around it seemed to be shattered by the arrows.
I don't know how much time passed, but when Jin Sen organized diffuse suppression for the fourth time, the gangsters' arrow rain finally gradually became thinner.
Roy shook his head, shook off the debris in his hair, made a gesture to Ivan and others beside him, and then flipped up into the air and stood on the carriage.
Then, he saw, in front of him, countless gangsters with ferocious faces and red eyes rushing up the hillside and rushing towards the car array!
"kill!"
Amid the terrifying roar of the crowd, the array of cars beneath our feet was like a small rock in the stormy sea.