Chapter 73

The rebel infantry gathered in a hurry, raised half a man's shield, and tried to form a shield wall against the charge of the cavalry. The number of cavalry who launched the attack was much less than that of them. The formation of these cavalry charging was somewhat strange. They were not arranged in a horizontal line, but gathered together in a little bit and then elongated, like a sharp sword.

The front edge of the sword is the sharpest part of the whole sword.

The Duke of Buckingham is the point of the sword.

By Buckingham Duke personally led the cavalry, and ordinary cavalry is completely different from the two concepts!

The infantry cried out in horror, and saw the murderous horses in a flash. The knight at the front almost broke the defense of the shield in an instant. His lance swung out and swept out a huge half moon arc. Within the arc, all the infantry trying to gather together spattered blood.

The first knight has opened the gap of the whole defense line, and the knights who follow him straight through the gap.

Compared with them, the whole rebel army is like a pack of loose sand.

The terrible impact of the cavalry was vividly displayed when the Duke of Buckingham took advantage of the terrain to seize the best opportunity.

The rebel shield wall, in front of the charging Royal cavalry, is a fragile tissue. The cavalry rifles tore open the thin paper defense line and directly penetrated most of the middle of the anti rebel army, cutting the rebel army into two parts.

The rebels found their enemies as fierce as tigers and cunning as foxes.

The cavalry on both sides were always separated by infantry and supplies. The Duke of Buckingham did not give the anti rebel Knights the opportunity to organize and surround themselves. Instead, he used his own speed to cut the whole battlefield wantonly. All the cavalry closely followed the Duke of Buckingham and always maintained the formation of long sword.

In front of the cavalry, the infantry can only be trampled by them.

After breaking through the defense line, the Royal cavalry immediately threw the heavy lance as a spear. Where the two meter long iron gun passed, blood splashed, either dead or injured.

At the moment when the iron spear left the hand, the cavalry had drawn their swords from their waists and cut them down from their horses.

A cloud of blood splashed on their armor. These knights were like the God of death.

The war horse soared.

The Duke of Buckingham, surrounded by several cavalry who finally caught up with him, leaped up with his horse and man, waving his sword in mid air. The tactics used by the king against the heavy cavalry of the gurendys were repeated in the Duke of Buckingham - the king's martial arts were taught by him!

People dance with horses, and sword light leaps like a moon.

The rebel cavalry, who had just arrived, was clearly on the side surrounding the Duke of Buckingham, but had to raise their shields to defend.

A young knight's shield met the sword of the Duke of Buckingham. He only felt the pain of the tiger's mouth, and the shield flew out the next moment. The Duke of Buckingham cut the knight's throat without hesitation.

When the horse landed, the Duke of Buckingham continued to rush out, followed by other royal cavalry.

The Duke of Buckingham was right in the middle of the army, where the Rebel Flag was flying, and prince will was there.

Prince Will's Department tried to find him and ask him to give an order, but found that Prince Will's face was pale and trembling under the heavy armor.

Prince will trembled uncontrollably as he saw the Duke of Buckingham coming towards him across most of the battlefield.

When I was young, it was on such a battlefield that I fought with less to more.

Prince will, who is still very proud, has suffered a tragic defeat in his life.

His army was torn to pieces by the cavalry of the Duke of Buckingham, his knights were trampled on by the Knights of the Duke of Buckingham, and he almost died under the sword of the Duke of Buckingham. That's the Madman of the rose family! How can a normal person defeat a madman!

His pride, his dignity, his pride were shattered in that war.

It was not until William III's death that the Duke of Buckingham guarded the Rose Palace and John, the son of the Duke of Buckingham, took his place in the battlefield that Prince Will's fear faded away.

But now, that nightmarish fear has intensified.

As soon as he pushed away, he anxiously called for his subordinates, turned the horse's head, and was about to flee in the same direction as before.

A slight sigh fell to Prince Will's ears, to everyone's ears.

Prince will is blocked by an invisible wall. He falls off his horse and looks up at the sky. There are ripples of light in the air, which spread out circle by circle. With the dignity and power beyond human imagination, the horses hissed and shuddered.

The rebel soldiers prostrated themselves on their knees.

"Miracle! Miracles come

Some people tremble and shout, with worship and fear in their voices.

Just now, the noisy battlefield suddenly quieted down.

Buckingham Duke Lema, with his cavalry also damaged a lot of standing in the blood red snow.His ice blue pupil reflected the so-called "miracle".

"Is this the divine army that Cremer got?"

Said the Duke of Buckingham softly.

That is the history of the other side of the Strait. In 217 ad, King crimo received the help of the Holy See and obtained the help of the Holy Lord at the cost of accepting the holy see as the state religion. In Blaise's Chronicle, it says " Angels wear armor and fight with mortals. They give the crown of victory to King cremo.

The power of the gods changed the original rout of the war.

Now, more than a thousand years later, that power has reappeared.

Three iron carriages have been shaken away. In the carriage are three holy boxes, which contain three holy remains that should have been buried in the church and worshipped by the world. The white light spread from the relic and gathered in mid air.

In the middle of the sky, a pair of huge white wings slowly spread out behind the young white robed friar, and the armor appeared on him from illusion to solidity. The whole space was silent. All the rebels were prostrate on the ground. The only one who didn't kneel down and kowtow was the cavalry led by the Duke of Buckingham.

They also felt a dignified pressure, but no Knight stepped back.

Because the Duke of Buckingham didn't step back.

He watched the angel of war hovering in the air, reached out and took the king's flag from the Knights around him, and held it high.

The king's flag is on display.

This is the flag of mortals.

The angel opened his eyes. His expression was the same as that of all the frescoes in the Holy See, neither happy nor sad. However, the shadow of the white robed friar remained in his pupil, which was as clear as a mirror. In the mirror, the mortal Knight holding the king's flag was reflected.

"Descendants of the Dragon Slayer."

He said, the voice is very light, but it reaches everyone's ears.

"More than 1000 years, do you want to continue the original choice?"

"More than a thousand years."

The Duke of Buckingham looked up at the broken red flag flying in the air.

More than a thousand years!

Rose family has been standing on this land for more than 1000 years! Broken again and again, under the heavy pressure from all sides again and again, generation after generation poured their blood on this land It turns out that they have been doing this for more than a thousand years!

"More than a thousand years ago, what was the choice of the rose family? It will be more than a thousand years later."

Said the Duke of Buckingham slowly.

"You will die." The angel looked at the old Duke, looked at the eyes handed down from generation to generation, "even so, do you want to fight?"

"The Dragon treats the mortals as food, and you treat the mortals as ants. Now, are you pitying ants? "

The wind blew the flag tail to Buckingham's face. He marched all his life and never talked nonsense, but today he didn't care about that time.

"Pity? Or is it found that the gathering of mole ants also has earthshaking power? "

His eyes suddenly sharp up, like an ancient knife side turn, the edge over the cold light.

It's cold.

"We can give you glory, strength, power." The angel said, "can give you strength, can let you beyond the boundaries of ordinary, extraordinary achievements."

The Duke of Buckingham laughed: "no, you don't know what we want at all!"

For the first time, there was doubt in the eyes of the angel like a mirror.

"You don't understand."

The Duke of Buckingham looked around. The snow had turned into mud. One body was pressing on another. Blood and snow were mixed together. Knives, swords and spears could be seen everywhere.

A mortal's war, or defeat or victory, should be on his own.

Every knight is ready to return to victory and die on the battlefield before he sets foot on the battlefield. This is the fate of the knights, they have no regrets! But it is not like now - the victory and defeat of the whole war, the fate of millions of people in the whole country, in a flash, in a moment, in a moment, in a moment, in a moment, in a moment, in a moment, in a moment, in a moment, in a moment, in a moment, in a moment, in a moment, in a moment, in a moment.

No matter how much mortal blood, in front of the gods, is just a small drop of water, falling down quietly.

"That's why we don't want to bow to you all the time!"

If mortals are just like ants in front of the gods, all the efforts are just a joke.

How ridiculous that would be!

Rose family more than a thousand years of persistence, but to the fate of mortals, by mortals themselves! The history of mortals is written by mortals themselves! They want to be not prey, not mole ants, not puppets!

They want to stand on the earth!

They just want fairness, but they want freedom.

However, no one will give it to them in the sky or underground.

"None of you will give it, so --" whispered the Duke of Buckingham, who had been silent for so many years, "the rose family will take it for themselves."

With blood, with the lives of generations!"As long as you stand here, you are not our enemy." The angel took the sword of fire, and he gently pointed to the place where prince will was.

The Duke of Buckingham looked back at the knight behind him and said, "go ahead and live up to this rare kindness."

The cavalry stood still, and no one left.

"Don't feel guilty. The enemy we are facing now is beyond the scope of the oath." The Duke of Buckingham said faintly, "go."

"Are you insulting us?"

The old knight who followed him for the most years spoke. He was blind in the battle and his face was covered with blood. He slowly raised his sword and pointed to the kneeling prince will.

"Let's follow a dog who pisses his pants?"

His description is vulgar and unrestrained, which is totally against the spirit of chivalry. But as soon as his voice fell, all the Knights burst into laughter, wild and rebellious, as if they were not incomparable angels in front of them, and there was no invisible pressure that almost fell from the horse's back.

The Duke of Buckingham was stunned, then burst out laughing.

"I'm happy," he said, looking at his knights

In his whole life, he was cold and fierce. No matter how successful he was, he never laughed as much as he does today. He never spoke so frankly about his feelings.

"I'm very happy!"

The Duke of Buckingham raised his flag high.

"Here you are! I'm glad you're all imperial horsemen! "

"For the glory of the rose!"

The Knights roared. They raised their swords high.

The horses stopped hissing.

The horses and their owners have been on the march together for many years, and they have already had a heart to heart relationship. At this moment, the warhorse overcame the fear in his nature, and raised his head with pride like his master.

"Now! Follow me - "

the Duke of Buckingham turned to the angel and waved his sword.

"Charge

He was the first to rush out, as he had just done.

The Knights followed, and the hooves of the horses raised the blood and mud of the battlefield. They follow their generals without hesitation, they are a long sword, they are mortal swords and knives! Old knights, young knights, they are only a few hundred.

But at this moment, they are the army of the Empire!

The angel unfolded his wings and drew out his sword of fire.

The vast red fire spread out in mid air, with the angel as the center, in the space of hundreds of meters, all the snow melted in an instant. Those melted water, into a hot river, avalanche flow, across the rose cavalry and rebel forces.

It's like a gap between mortals and gods.

As long as you cross it, you will be broken to pieces.

The hot waves came, and the horses kept on marching.

"Kill

Cried the Duke of Buckingham.

This is war!

This is a war between mortals and gods and the world. This war has lasted from the legendary era to the present and never stopped.

This war will never die!

"Kill

All the Knights cried out.

On the battlefield, knights have only one mission - to kill! Kill your enemies, or be killed by them! The rosary will never retreat!

The angel holds the sword in both hands and raises it high.

The red fire in the sky is rolling down, carrying endless majesty and violence. It's not the power of human beings, it's the power of gods! The fire is like a bloody sea, rolling by, with thousands of swords in it. Heaven and earth suddenly blood, everything creeps.

Punishment comes and devours everything.

………………

The boundary between Legrand and Newcastle.

The king led the vanguard all the way, almost day and night arrived here, they just passed through the first town, and then through the two boroughs, you can reach the royal castle of Newcastle.

The king is at the front of the line.

He suddenly strangled his horse and looked up to the north.

The north wind howls between the heaven and the earth, and the cold wind penetrates into the bone marrow. The king grasped the reins and felt the blood cooling inch by inch. It also seemed that there was a flame boiling in his heart.

The soldiers stopped behind the king and looked at him suspiciously. The army was a little noisy.

But in the world, all the voices left the king.

Tick.

It seems to be an illusion, and it seems that the sound is carried by the wind and comes from far away.

Tick.

It was the sound of a drop of blood.

Whose blood is that?

"Forward!"

The king suddenly roared.

He raised his whip high and swung it hard. The horses roared and galloped out. The cold wind blew on the king's face like a knife. He clung to the reins with a terrible pallor in his joints.Across the mountains, across the glaciers, across the swamps, the king sped in the cold at the end of winter.

How many things does he have?

How much he has to lose!