Vol 3 Chapter 318

318th Act

Battle of Saint White

The sun reflects the ivory-like white Lionheart Avenue in Ampelsel. This street was built in the year of the first month of death. Charles Mann, then the principal priest of Ampelsel, wrote such a chapter: 'The long street shines like snow As if leading to the cloud ladder. '

465 years ago, the White Lion Legion was reviewed by the ancestor Eke from this long street; however, 465 years later, they once again appeared on this land.

The spear shines, and the armor wins the snow.

"Every enemy is dead."

Sir Franz stood on the makeshift position, watching the rows of silver spears appear on the horizon on the other side of Long Lionstreet. The corners of his two lips drooped slightly, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.

If the enemy is a white lion, what am I? Karen's failure is still in sight. He slowly raised his right hand, put his fingers together, and saw it in the morning breeze.

But Karen is nothing more than waste.

The White Lion motto is dead until death; however, regardless of the enemy, the legion is defeated—it is true or false, and it is self-evident under the sword. This is a blood-stained blade. Praise is by no means empty words; Sir Zi looked up at the battle flag of the white lion. This was a fortress built with the blood of the enemy and himself, but how could the young man understand it.

He never thought that there would be an army in this kingdom that would defeat today's White Lion Legion. Other legions would not. Neither would the previous White Lion Guard. Denying that today, even betraying history, Sir Franz will never forget those comrades who died in the November war.

Naturally, their blood will not flow in vain.

So today he will use a sword and a bow to prove all this. From now on, the White Lion Legion will always stand on this land, and their flag will never fade because of this. How can the fate of the people today be bound by history.

Not everyone has to live a heavy life to carry yesterday's ideals. Just being there is also a kind of pride.

History speaks by strength.

"ready--"

The wind came with a strong local accent in the northern plateau.

Behind Sir Franz, the light infantry of the Kingdom's White Lion Corps took a step forward, like a gray-white wall in turn, one by one raising their long bows. A dangling, flashing band of light.

The commander squinted to estimate the distance.

The archers of the Kingdom's White Lion Legs held their breath, and they adjusted their heartbeat to the hand-eye coordination.

The commander finally nodded.

"One hundred steps away, no wind--"

"One hundred steps away, no wind--"

Sir Franz raised his hand high like a flag, swiping forward fiercely:

"put!"

Hum--

The air seemed to be evacuated, and the bowstring seemed to be shaking slowly at an extremely low frequency. The feather arrow came out of the string, and the archers of the three hundred white lion corps released their arrows at the same time, and then slowly turned sideways as if to draw another arrow from the quiver behind them with their hands ...

For a moment.

Fly in the sky like a locust.

The eyes of the young non-commissioned students of the King's Cavaliers College rose with the arrows, and the neat cavalry queue produced a wave like a ripple in the water. Brando stood by, watching after many wars. He knew that perhaps the dense longbow volley in each war was not the attack method that caused the most casualties, but it was a huge test of the army's quality.

There are many cases of Eruin showing that morale will drop sharply when inferior troops face intensive long-range strikes. Because people always instinctively seek to get rid of the predicament, timidity and eagerness will tear the formation, and even cause escape.

But war is the process of overcoming instincts.

"Keep speed!"

"Keep speed!"

Myoko, Bryson, and even Rocca were all screaming, and the non-commissioned officers and students raised their little shields while manipulating the steed.

Camerel took a gentle breath on the horse's back, his tan eyes stared tightly at the sky, which was getting higher and higher, and his head was raised higher and higher.

Although they have experienced several battles before, this is the first time that they have been put on the front of the battlefield. There is no tactical requirement for the two sides to fight. The competition is pure sheer will to fight.

And their opponents are no longer those fragile Hong Kong Guards-they are those wearing white and gray armor, with a solemn look and uniform movements of the Kingdom's White Lion Legion. Keep in mind

The best warrior in the kingdom-

'brush--'

The rain of arrows had rushed to his face, and all the knights on horseback leaned back slightly, and the arrows dropped from them. The arrows are actually slightly deformed even before they are close to them-a layer of slightly invisible golden light extends in the direction of the arrows, and when the arrows really break through this aura and hit everyone, they are actually lost Most of the force.

"It's magic!"

"It's the aura of conflict ... there are Templar knights in the other side!" The White Lions hissed in a direction.

At the moment of Camel's arrow, he felt like a blank mind, but when he shook his head and raised his head, he saw an arrow rain pouring down, the infantry regiment in white armor at the front of the team Are leaving the brigade.

Facing countless flying vectors.

They are attracting firepower ...

Canmel swallowed dry, suddenly feeling a little dry throat.

Brando held up his sword and fixed his eyes firmly on the position of the northern nobles. He was waiting for an opportunity, but this time was near.

He finally raised his sword, as if roaring with all his strength:

"White lion guard, listen to my orders and crush all your enemies!"

"You are born with glory, so spread your wings and embrace the victory that belongs to you-"

"Whether you are an enemy, the Legion will win!"

The sword of the earth refers to the sky, as if a banner was flying. The white lion guard Qi Qi roared, and the roar shook the world, making their enemies look discolored.

In just ten seconds, the archer of the White Lion Legion had fired four rounds of feather arrows. Feiya is like a storm sweeping every inch of land within a short distance of less than 100 meters. Although the White Lion Legion is not longer than long-range strikes, it is only relatively speaking.

Just meaningless.

Sir Franz watched with shocked expression as the holy white army was in the turmoil, and the white lion's battle flag was moving forward in the arrow like rain.

All the firepower was concentrated on them, but there was no success; the sharpest arrows could not enter less than a foot around their bodies, and a layer of pale cyan light naturally opened the feather arrows.

The archer connected several types of arrow clusters, such as hunting arrows and cone-shaped armor-smashing arrows, but none of them succeeded.

Instead, the other party is gradually accelerating.

Faster than a gallop.

Sir Franz's body was cold. He had seen the Cruz Swordbreaker on the plateau, and had seen the stag guards of St. Osor during the November war. Make him return to that nightmare.

Ten is not saved.

The blood shed during the war seemed to have become red.

"Let the mage go!" Sir Franz shouted almost gritted, a fine layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

"Master, the Master is still behind!"

The first Swordsman of the White Lions Jude Regiment led by Sir Franz, the purpose of this light infantry is to detour to the rear of the Princess Party as quickly as possible and cut off the rear path.

He led an archer column and a light infantry column to reach their destination first, before even having time to rest, they started the formation. I thought it would be more than just rubbing two hundred people with five hundred people.

But now he only feels regretful, and he has ignored the enemy. Sir Franz closed his eyes: "Hurry up, let the great knight of Nicoloma come to support, let the temple support!"

"Damn, how could there be Templars in the enemy camp ?! Those **** Cruzies, they are simply outrageous ..."

He turned around.

But you must block each other, even if you are dragging it, even if you pay for it.

"The archer stepped back and changed his sword! White lion infantry, step forward--"

Behind the archer, a spear like a forest was revealed.

But it was too late, the White Lion guard was now before the position.

The army that seemed to have stepped out of the legend at this moment really had to spread its wings to embrace their victory; the cyan lines surrounding their armor seemed to have come alive, they circled each other, to the sides Stretch out.

Suddenly, all the soldiers of the White Lion Guard stretched out a pair of turquoise feather wings with a wingspan of nearly ten meters.

what!

The infantry who had just set up their spears in the kingdom watched their enemies suddenly lifted off the ground. It wasn't flying, but it was more terrifying than flying-they leapt high and leapt over twenty The distance of meters came instantly to the position of the Kingdom's White Lion Legion.

Isn't this the Tactic of the Wind Elf Guard? When Sir Franz looked up, there was nothing left in his mind.

It was also the last thought in his life.

In the midst of the sky, the spears fell like rain. One of the spears carried an unparalleled might, and even penetrated his heart instantly before he could react, and until the moment of death, the head of the kingdom's first swordsman of the White Lion Corps even maintained it. That extremely surprised look.

Shock.

Not willing.

There are also incredible.

The kingdom's White Lion Legion, who had lost a body, was retreating, but not fleeing, but forming a siege. The lower ranks took over the command of Sir Franz. Although morale had been greatly reduced, they still had to complete the last mission of this legion.

The White Lion Legion, rest until the dead.

Facing this scene, Carglis was also a big headache. The White Lion Legion of the Kingdom may not be the strongest army, but it is definitely the most difficult. The glory of the other side supports them and they will never retreat, but they only have one chance, and they must not let the other side get involved.

More than three swordsmen in the White Lion Legion are completing their enquiries. As long as one second at night, it is the difference between **** and heaven.

As soon as he landed with his guard knight, he made the same decision at once-forward. The opponent's position must be torn forward to open a path for the sergeant knights behind.

The young people from Toniguel have almost done nothing, but they are facing the same tough and fearless opponents, and the powerful swordsmanship can only set off a wave of blood in the crowd. But the speed of this advance is not enough, it is not enough.

Cargalis pulled out the lion's blade, almost red eyes, and yelled, "Push them away! Even if it hits, you must also knock me out of a blood path. Listen! You can only move forward, don't Back! "

"Oh!" Everyone had red eyes.

The White Lion Guard completely gave up all defenses, and was almost unruly in the sea of ​​people. Although all the attacks of the White Lion Legion of the Kingdom could hardly cause any harm to them, those soldiers who held back recklessly one after another Hold their arms and thighs and drag them to keep them from getting in.

Cargalis was attacking by dozens of people alone, but it was just a moment of fighting that almost made him feel beyond his limits. He gasped heavily, and the white gas he exhaled condensed under the helmet's mask. The White Lion Guard finally began to cause casualties. Finally, someone was crushed by the soldiers of the Kingdom's White Lion Legion, opened his face armor, and then stabbed to the ground with a sword.

But giving is not without cost.

The position of the First Swordsman of the Kingdom's White Lion Legion finally began to loosen.

Suddenly he heard a cheer from his ears. He looked left and right, and found that the cavalry's formation was spreading toward the wings, forming a thinner and wider impact formation.

It was about to start to shock, he suddenly thought. Sure enough, the two wings and one team of knights are speeding up, and they are holding the flag first.

Canmel just recognizes the knights, the silver elf knight, the red-haired Miss Devil-the mountain people think that red-haired people have demon blood, and Cammel is no exception, let alone Qian The fighting style is really unsightly, the mercenaries are notoriously fierce in the battle.

Then came the three knights of Earl Yanburg, and Camerle could not help but stay on the horsewoman for a while. Followed by Brass Braggs, Loka, a cold-faced fallacy.

Under their leadership, the cavalry's formation formed a crescent shape; they were gradually accelerating, from trotting horses that kept sitting down to galloping.

The ground shook and thundered.

Canmel heard someone screaming in his ear: "Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!"

"Having entered the opponent's best range!"

"Don't stop if you don't want to die!"

"The cavalry accelerates and stays in formation!"

Before Camel could react, he felt hit. He turned his head and saw a black figure passing over him. He looked up and saw only a black cloak flying in the wind.

And the raised, dark, wide blade.

Harangya, the sword of the earth.

It is 'Her Commander'.

This is how they called the non-commissioned students to that person, and Camer couldn't help but stare-should he also participate in the charge? In their impression, Brando should be a commanding commander, not a knight on the charge.

But he opened his mouth slightly in surprise, already seeing another slender figure walking alongside His Excellency the Commander. It is Sir Overwell. The name of the lone wolf has already sounded through the kingdom. The old minister of the kingdom, Overwell Qing should even stand side by side with him?

What a glory ...

But who is it who glorifies.

Before Camel had time to make a sound, one knight after another had already surpassed him to reach Brando. The first was the mercenary knight of Rubis. These experienced mercenaries gathered around their lords, so that Brando looked like a hunting king.

Brando quickly solved Cammel's doubts with practical actions.

The position of the First Swordsman of the Kingdom's White Lion Legion finally began to loosen.

The opportunity has come.

Brando glanced from left to right. On his left were Overwell and Nimesis, and on his right were Shire, Tiger Sparrow, Andreig, and Murdface.

These people are his companions.

The so-called companion.

All are like-minded.

He knows that some of them share the same sufferings with him in this world, and some fight alongside him in another history. However, at this moment, the two periods overlap.

It's close at hand, no matter from which side. The whirring wind passed through his ears, and there seemed to be a sound in the wind—the long flute of Karasu.

The flute sounded above the battlefield.

That year, the enemy they faced was the endless army of Madara. Just as they are now, right in front of them, the knights brought their helmets on, and they valued each other, and they would launch a final charge on the enemy.

Waiting for them are countless icy, emotionless, dying like phosphorus fire.

At that moment, history and reality overlap.

So let's charge.

He raised his sword first. The cape flew like a black flame. Butch, Ridenburg, Madara, everything has been left behind, and there is an endless future ahead.

History has changed.

The cavalry roared behind him, forming three unshakable fronts. Their names were non-commissioned students of the King's Knight Academy, their names were the kingdom's white lion guards, and their names were the young future of Eruin.

The moment the huge trident on the battlefield pierced into the White Lion Legion Front belonging to the northern nobility, this so-called indestructible legion finally collapsed.

The cavalry was screaming, screaming, and the long whistle of the whining horn sounded like a big hand that swept across the battlefield, carrying everyone's victory forward and then forward.

The siege of the White Lion Legion broke open.

The mouth eventually tore the darkest corner of Eruin's history. When the great knight of Nicoloma led the reinforcements, he paled to see the collapse of the White Lion Legion, a scenery he had never seen in his lifetime.

Then he saw a black flame sweeping out of the defeated soldier.

Under the flames, there were the eyes of the young man who were as firm as steel, and the sharp blade in his hand. The great knight of Nicoloma had a long sword out of the sheath. Like a Templar, he had a yellow halo spreading out.

Also a Templar.

Canmel saw their commander and the Knight of the Templar staggered, and he didn't even have time to send out a reminder. It was a Templar of the Templar. He even recognized the other side, Nico Loma the Great Knight, the master of the gold temple in the Temple of Ampelsel.

But Canmel only saw a continuous afterimage, and the head of Nikoloma Knight flying high.

"what……"

He couldn't even make a sound. All the non-commissioned students of the King's Cavaliers College were completely shocked at this moment. What kind of swordsmanship is that, it cannot be described in mortal language.

The White Lions First Swordsman Corps collapsed.

A vortex of death seemed to form on the battlefield, and the Knights of the Grand Knight of Nicoloma were swept into this vortex, and they were crushed into a crushing moment.

However, Brando was still advancing. The young cavalry swept the flanks of the White Lions Third Swordsman Regiment, and the fourth Swordsman Regiment that had just arrived too late to start the formation. Conn was killed and Irving was seriously injured.

Morale is rainbow.

Northampton Barracks at Ampelsel--

Baltar looked at the report in blank paper, all the information on it was just telling him a message: the princess and her non-commissioned officers of the Royal Knights Academy had broken out.

He looked up stiffly.

Wood's high priest was sinking into the water. "The growth of young people has far exceeded our expectations. It seems that we can only make us old guys."

Relder nodded, turned and pushed out the door.

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