Chapter 76

The city of banks, in the west, at the end of January 1433.

It seems that the sky is about to snow again. Now is the coldest time of the year. After this month, the glacier will thaw soon, and spring will spread with new green in a very short time. The scouts who left the city returned one after another, and the rebels had recovered.

The battle is coming.

According to the king's order, the adult men of the whole city of banks gathered together. On the first day, the number of people gathered did not meet the king's requirements, so the king issued a writ. As long as all the slaves in the city joined the battle, they would be free from the moment they took up arms.

This command was more effective than the previous one. Overnight, many slaves gathered to distribute weapons.

A simple platform was set up in the square of banks, the largest knighthood ceremony in the history of Legrand.

The soldiers gathered in the square, and the sun rose from the clouds and shone on everyone's face. There was a look on those faces, with uneasiness, with hesitation and fear, but there was also a trace of excitement. In the snow, people's armor and swords in their hands reflect dazzling light.

The lieutenant general looked at the assembled team.

This is the new army that the king can gather in a hurry. Many of them were slaves yesterday, and most of the other freedmen were businessmen. They will be Knights today. If other countries know that Legrand will be such a mob as a knight, I'm afraid it will be a big joke, right?

The lieutenant general noticed that the slaves with deep cheeks were the brightest in the group. They were holding the sword as if they were holding their own lives.

The king ascended the stage.

The symbolic silver hair of the rose family was blown by the cold wind, and there was no smile on his face. Now no one will pay attention to his young face when they first see him. His scarlet cloak fell to the ground, and he was covered with the light from the crown, majestic and cold.

There was still a little commotion in the crowd, and the new soldiers looked up at the people they were about to pledge allegiance to.

"Which of you has escaped here from other places?"

The king looked down at the people below.

People look at each other, and most of them fear the majesty of the king.

After a while, a young man squeezed out of the crowd and stood in front of the king. He was so thin that his leather armour was all over him, which made him look like a nondescript man.

"Good." The king said faintly, "now, brave sir, please tell me why you escaped here?"

"They killed my master, they killed my sister." The young man said in a hoarse voice that he was a slave. "The town was burned, and we escaped here."

"Do you hear me?"

The cold wind brought a chill to the king's voice, and his ice blue eyes swept all the people sharply.

"For more than a month, you know better than I do who will arrive in banks. They are merciless thugs, eager to break into your houses, plunder your wealth, kill your young children, possess your wives, cut off your hands and feet, and raise your heads to boast. "

In the king's words, the smell of blood came.

That's all the tragedies that happened in this month long rebellion. Those burned cities, those who have been cut open intestines and died in pain, those who have long been unable to distinguish right from wrong hatred.

"Tell me, is that what you are willing to accept? Are you willing to die? "

The king snapped.

"No!" The young slave answered forcefully.

His pupils were burning with hatred.

The first voice appeared, followed by the following people also began to answer the king's question, the voice gradually became one.

Who wants to die like this? Who wants his home to be a ruin in a flash? Who wants to separate the loved one from the dead?

"You need to know one thing." The king's voice sank. "My uncle, the Duke of Buckingham, died a week ago. He died for you. He is a knight of Legrand. It's his duty to protect any Legrand people. He died for you. That's his glory

"I was advised to retreat."

There was a riot in the crowd. Everyone knows that once the king and his cavalry retreat, the city of banks will be destroyed. Panic appeared in people's faces.

"But I refused." The king drew out his sword, and he pointed to the north, "my uncle died in the war, so I will take his place to protect you! They think I don't have a knight, so I'll give the name of knight to all of you today! Take your swords and swords, and you will fight for yourself, for Legrand, not for me

"Kneel down!"

He pointed his sword at the young slave in front of him and yelled.The young slave looked at the king, then at the crowd, and finally slowly fell on one knee. The crowd followed the young slaves and finally knelt down on the cold snow.

The king stepped forward and put his sword on the young slave's shoulder.

He looked down at the young slaves.

In his eyes, the slave only felt that what was on his shoulder was not the cold sword, but the hot red fire. It was a glory a slave would never have imagined.

"I'm going to be considered stupid because I put my life in the hands of a bunch of you despicable mobs."

The king's words were resounding.

He put his sword on the shoulders of the most humble people and announced that he would fight with them. The deputy general looked at the scene and felt as if the molten slurry was flowing in the air. From the cold winter, there seemed to be a little bit of war raging out. As if an invisible taboo had been broken, the roar of the lion was contained in the deep and powerful words of the young king.

"But I believe in you. Today, I give you glory, because you were born in this land! Because you will fight for this land

"I will give the name of knight to each and every one of you."

"Tulus!" "Tell them, what are the Knights of Legrand!" cried the king

The deputy general answered, clenching his fist and beating his heart: "loyalty, courage, guard."

"Loyalty, courage, protection." The king looked down at all the people. "You should be humble and promise again. You should be brave and defend your country to the death. The future of Legrand is in your hands. You fight for her, and she will surely add honor to you. I will stand by you and give my life into your hands

"From today on, you are all the iron riders of rose!"

"Now -"

he drew back his sword and held it high.

"All the knights who are willing to fight for the protection of Legrand, take an oath! You will fight for Legrand! "

Armor collision, sword clang ran, one by one, the last moment of the "mob" this moment of the Imperial Knights, they clenched their fists and hit the heart, the voice gathered together: "fight for Legrand!"

Fight for Legrand!

The minstrel played a generous melody in the square. He sang in low voice:

"Legrand is incomparable anywhere in the world

in this land

there are dense forests, winding rivers, vast pastures

the warriors here are free and brilliant" [1]

this is an old Legrand folk song.

The rose cavalry standing quietly behind the king pulled out their swords, raised them high, and sang in unison with the melody of the harp: "Legrand, let her people, for her sake, cut off the body and saddle of the enemy. A dead body is piled on a pile. People will always remember the king and his knights who are brave and good at fighting!" [2]

"now -"

the king ordered.

"Out of town! Prepare for war

The gate opens.

Already waiting for the end of the rose cavalry from the drop of the bridge to the outside of the city, the newly granted knights with the king's command also set foot on the battlefield. All the knights were dressed in bright red, which was originally a symbol of the royal family. But at this time, the king gave the glory to those who had just become knights.

They are the Chinese army.

As the sky glared, the guards of Legrand began to line up.

The battle field set by the king was the only place in the castles of banks and Newcastle where James met the king's cavalry that day. At this distance, they can't even go back to banks city. From the moment the drawbridge falls, all the people who set foot on the battlefield have no way back.

The army is divided into three parts: the central army, the left wing and the right wing.

Rose cavalry divided a small team, became the commander of the new reserve, led the largest number of troops stationed in the most gentle slope on the road. The front row of the rose cavalry put the scarlet King's flag into the snow. The banner of the king is in full swing.

On the right, all the longbowmen were gathered and led by the deputy general. They were arranged on the hillside on the right side of the battlefield to meet the left-wing light cavalry of the enemy. As soon as the right-wing troops arrived on the hillside, they began to dig trenches and set as many traps as possible.

On the left were all the rosettes, led by the king himself. They put down the king's flag and waited in a low key for the cavalry led by Prince will himself to move forward.

The battle line has been opened and a bloody battle is coming.

The horse's nose was hot, and the king's hand was on the hilt of his sword.

He looked ahead.

It was very cold, cold from the horse's breath into a light white fog. This was the king's first real war. This war will determine the whole kingdom Maybe it's the fate of the whole world. Because in this war, the king put himself on the table as a gambler.He led the rose cavalry to meet several times his own rebels.

He could die, too.

The Knights behind wipe their swords and make the final preparations before the war.

The king bowed his head slightly and saw his eyes on the snow-white sword. It seemed that there was a faint flame beating in the deep of the ice blue pupil.

The ground began to shake.

The king raised his head. On the horizon in front of him, the snow began to fly. The white flag of newt appeared in the field of vision. The main force of the rebellion led by Prince will has arrived.

When the king waved his sword, the penetrating sound of horn reverberated in the cold air. The cavalry held the shield in one hand and leveled the lance in the other.

"Kill

The author has something to say: [1] [2] changed from "song of Roland" to medieval knight literature

to "song of Roland"