The Amber Sword - 586. Chapter 586 Act Three Hundred and Eighteen The Battle of Saint White II

The sun reflects the ivory white Lionheart Street in Ampersel. This street was built in the year of the first death moon (Chaos.1437). Charles Mann, the priest of Ampersel at the time, wrote this chapter in his own hand:’ The long street gleams like snow, as if it leads to a holy ladder to Yundang’.

Four hundred and sixty-five years ago, the White Lion Corps was inspected by the first king Eke from this long street; however, today, 465 years later, they once again appear on this land.

The spear shines, and the armor wins the snow.

“The enemy is here.”

Sir Franz stood on the makeshift position and watched rows of silver-white spear tips appear on the horizon at the other end of Lionheart Street. The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

If the enemy is a white lion, who is we? Karen’s failure is still in sight, he slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers together, like a knife in the morning breeze.

But Karen is nothing but waste.

The adage of the white lion is to die; however, no matter which one is the enemy, the legion will be defeated-it is true or false, and it is clear under the sword. This is a sharp blade stained with blood, and praises are by no means empty words; Fran Sir Zi looked up at the battle flag of the white lion. It was a fortress built with the blood of the enemy and himself, but how could young people understand it.

He never thought that this kingdom would have an army that could defeat today’s White Lion Legion, other legions could not, nor did the White Lion Guard of the past. To deny today is to betray history, and Sir Franz will never forget those comrades who died in the November War.

Their blood will never flow in vain.

So today he will use the sword and longbow to prove all this. From now on, the White Lion Corps will always stand on this land, and their flag will never fade due to this. But how can the fate of the people today be constrained by history?

Not everyone has to live heavy to carry yesterday’s ideals, just to exist is also a kind of pride.

History relies on strength to speak.

“Prepare–”

In the wind came the command 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 wall of people moving forward one by one, raising their long bows one by one, the iron horns of the bows shining in the sun, forming A dangling, shining band of light.

The commander squinted his eyes to estimate the distance.

The archers of the Kingdom White Lion Legion held their breath, and they adjusted their heartbeat to the same coordination between their hands and eyes.

The commander finally nodded.

“A hundred steps away, no wind–”

“A hundred steps away, no wind–”

Sir Franz raised his hand high, like a banner, and swiped forward fiercely:

“put!”

Hum——

The air seemed to be evacuated, and the bowstring seemed to vibrate slowly at a very low frequency. Feather arrows came out of the string, and the archers of the three hundred white lion regiments put their arrows at the same time, and then seemed to slowly turn sideways, drew another arrow from the quiver behind them together…

For an instant.

Flying arrows in the sky are like locusts.

The eyes of the young non-commissioned students of the Royal Knights Academy followed the feathers and arrows, and the neat cavalry formation produced a wave like water ripples. Brando watched coldly. After many wars, he knew that perhaps the intensive 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.

Eruin has many battle examples that show that when a low-quality army faces intensive long-range strikes, morale will drop sharply. Because people always instinctively seek to get rid of difficulties, timidity and eagerness will break the formation and even flee.

But war is the process of overcoming instinct.

“Keep speed!”

“Keep speed!”

Muke, Bresson, and even Lorca were all shouting hoarse, and the non-commissioned officers raised their small shields one after another while manipulating the horses.

Canmel took a light breath on the horseback, and his gray-brown eyes stared at the flying arrow that was getting higher and higher in the air, and his head tilted higher and higher.

Although they have gone through several battles before, this is the first time they have been put on the frontal battlefield. There is no tactical requirement for the two sides to fight, and the competition is only pure fighting will.

And their opponents were no longer the vulnerable Hong Kong Guards-but those of the Kingdom’s White Lion Corps wearing off-white armor with solemn expressions and uniform movements.

The most elite warrior in the kingdom-

‘brush–‘

A rain of arrows has hit their faces, and all the knights on horsebacks leaned back slightly, and the arrows clinked down from them. The arrows actually deformed a little before they even got close to them—a layer of invisible golden light stretched along the direction of the arrow, and when the arrow really broke through this halo and hit everyone, it had actually been lost. Most of the strength.

“It’s magic!”

“It’s the conflict halo…There are Templar knights in the opposing camp!” The White Lions hissed in the direction.

The moment Canmel hit the arrow, he felt as if his mind was blank, but when he shook his head and raised his head, he saw the heavy white armored infantry regiment at the front of the team in a rain of arrows. Is leaving the brigade.

Against countless flying arrows.

They are attracting firepower…

Cammel swallowed dryly, and suddenly felt a bit dry in his throat.

Brando held a long sword in his hand, and his eyes stayed firmly on the position of the northern nobles. He was waiting for an opportunity, but the opportunity was already in sight.

He finally raised the sword, as if using all his power to roar:

“The White Lion Guard, listen to my orders and crush all your enemies!”

“You are born to be glorious, so spread your wings and embrace the victory that belongs to you—”

“Whether it is an adversary, the Legion will win!”

The sword of the earth pointed to the sky, like a flag flying. The guards of the white lion uttered a roar, which shook the world and changed the colors of the faces of their enemies.

In just ten seconds, the longbowmen of the White Lions had already fired four rounds of feather arrows. Fei Shi is like a storm sweeping every inch of the land within a distance of less than 100 meters. Although the White Lion Corps is not better than long-range strikes, it is only relatively speaking.

It just makes no sense.

Sir Franz watched with shock on his face that the holy white army was going through rain or shine, and the white lion battle flag was marching forward with arrows in the rain.

All the firepower was concentrated on them, but there was no achievement; the sharpest arrows could not enter less than a foot around their bodies, and a layer of light blue light naturally bounced off the feather arrows.

The archer exchanged several arrow clusters for hunting arrows and cone-shaped armor-piercing arrows, but none of them achieved any success.

On the contrary, the other party is gradually accelerating.

Faster than galloping horses.

Sir Franz’s body was cold. He had seen the Cruze’s Broken Sword Group on the plateau, and the Stag Guards of St. Osor in the November War, and the army in front of him couldn’t help. It made him seem to have returned to that nightmare era.

Ten does not save one.

The blood shed in the war seemed to have dyed the horizon long ago.

“Let the mages!” Sir Franz shouted almost gritted his teeth, his forehead was already covered with a dense layer of cold sweat.

“My lord, the wizard group is still behind!”

Sir Franz led the first swordsman regiment of the Jude battle regiment of the Kingdom White Lion Corps. The purpose of this light infantry regiment was to round the back of the princess party at the fastest speed and cut off the way back.

He led a column of archers and a column of light infantry to reach the destination first, and even started formation before he could rest. I originally thought that using 500 people to block the other side’s 200 people was more than enough.

But now he only felt regretful and underestimated the enemy. Sir Franz closed his eyes: “Quickly, let the Great Knight Nicoloma come to support, and let the Temple come to support!”

“Damn it, how come there are Templar knights in the enemy camp?! Those damn Cruz people, they are simply turning back…”

He turned around.

But the opponent must be blocked, even if it is dragged, even if the price is paid.

“The archer stepped back and changed his sword! The White Lion Infantry, step forward—”

Behind the archer, the spear is like a forest.

But it was too late, and the White Lion Guards were already in front of the position at this moment.

This army that seems to have walked out of the legend is really about to spread its wings to embrace their victory; the cyan lines surrounding their armor seem to have really come to life, they surround each other, to the sides Stretch out.

In an instant, behind all the soldiers of the White Lion Guards, a pair of turquoise wings with a wingspan of nearly ten meters stretched out.

what!

The infantry of the Kingdom White Lion Corps who had just set up their spears watched their enemy suddenly rise from the ground. It was not flying, but it was more terrifying than flying—they leaped high and passed nearly twenty. At a distance of meters, he instantly came to the position of the Kingdom’s White Lion Legion.

Isn’t this the tactics of the Wind Elf Guards? When Sir Franz raised his head, nothing was left in his mind.

This is also the last thought in his life.

In the midair, the thorn spear rained down. One of the stabbing spears carried unmatched power, and even penetrated his heart for an instant before he could react. At the moment of death, the leader of the first swordsman regiment of the Kingdom’s White Lion regiment even maintained it. That extremely surprised look.

Shock.

Unwilling.

There are also unbelievable.

The Kingdom’s White Lion Legion, which left a piece of corpse, is retreating, but it is not fleeing, but forming an encirclement. The lower non-commissioned officers took over the command of Sir Franz. Although their morale has been greatly reduced, they still have to complete the final mission of the legion.

The White Lion Corps will die until death.

Kaglisi was also a headache facing such a scene. The White Lions of the kingdom may not be the strongest army, but it is definitely the most difficult. The glory of the other party supports them and they will never retreat, but they only have one chance, and they must not let the other party get caught up.

More than three swordsmen regiments of the White Lion Corps are completing their outflanking, as long as one second at night is the difference between hell and heaven.

As soon as he and his guard knight landed, they immediately made the same decision—to move forward. The opponent’s position must be torn forward to open a path for the non-commissioned officers and knights behind him.

The young people from Tonigel almost didn’t care about everything, but they faced the same fierce opponents, and their powerful swordsmanship could only set off a wave of blood in the crowd. But the speed of such advancement is not enough, far from enough.

Kaglisi pulled out the lion’s blade, his eyes were almost red, and he roared: “Push me away! Even if it is a collision, you have to break me a bloody road. Listen! You can only move forward, not allowed Back!”

“Oh!” Everyone was red-eyed.

The White Lion Guards completely gave up all defenses, and almost arbitrarily only advanced in the crowd. Although all the attacks of the Kingdom’s White Lion Legion could hardly cause any harm to them, the soldiers who did not hesitate held one after another. Hold their arms and thighs, drag them so that they can’t get in.

Caglisi was alone against a dozen people’s attacks, but a moment of fighting almost made him feel beyond the limit. He panted heavily, and the white air that he exhaled was condensed under the helmet of the helmet. The White Lion Guards finally began to suffer casualties. Finally, someone was pressed by the soldiers of the Kingdom White Lion Legion and lifted their visors, and then stabbed them to death on the ground with a sword.

But paying is not without a price.

The position of the first swordsman regiment of the Kingdom White Lion Corps finally began to loosen.

Canmel suddenly heard a cheer in his ear. He looked around and found that the cavalry formation was spreading to the two wings, forming a thinner and wider impact formation.

This is about to start an impact, he suddenly thought. Sure enough, the two wings and one team of the Cavaliers are accelerating, and they hold high the banner and take the lead.

Canmel just recognized those knights, the silver elf female knight, the red-haired “devil” lady-the mountain people think that all the red-haired people have the blood of the devil, and Canmel is no exception, not to mention Qian’s. The fighting style is really unsightly, and mercenaries fighting in battle are notoriously fierce.

Then came the three knights of Earl Yanbao, and Canmel couldn’t help staying on the female knight for a while. Followed by Bresson of Braggs, senior Lorca, and Miko with a cold face.

Under their leadership, the cavalry formed a crescent formation; they were gradually accelerating, from a trot with a seated horse to a gallop.

The ground shook and rolled like thunder.

Canmel heard someone yelling in his ear: “Speed up! Speed up!”

“Already entered the opponent’s best range!”

“Don’t stop if you don’t want to die!”

“The cavalry speed up and stay in formation!”

Before Canmel could react, he felt hit by someone. He turned his head and saw a black figure passing by. He raised his head and saw only a black cloak flying in the wind.

And the dark, broad blade that was raised high.

Harangea, the sword of the earth.

It’s’Your Excellency Commander’.

This is what these non-commissioned officers call that person, and Canmel can’t help but stare at him-is he also involved in the charge? In their impression, Brando should be a strategizing commander, not a knight in front of the charge.

But he opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and saw another slender figure walking alongside your commander. It is Sir Overwell, the name of the lone wolf has already resounded through the kingdom, the kingdom’s veteran, Qing Overwell is going to charge side by side with him?

What an honor it is…

But who is glorifying whom.

Before Canmel could make a sound, one after another knights had passed him and leaned against Brando. First of all, the mercenary knights of Lubius, these experienced mercenaries surrounded their lord, so Brando looked like a king of hunting.

Brando quickly answered Canmel’s doubts with practical actions.

The position of the first swordsman regiment of the Kingdom White Lion Corps finally began to loosen.

The opportunity has come.

Brando withdrew his eyes from the left and right. On his left were Overwell and Nimesis, and on his right were Shire, the Tiger Sparrow, Andrrig and Modefice.

These people are his companions.

The so-called companion.

All are like-minded people.

He knew that some of these people shared the joys and sorrows with him in this world, and some fought alongside him in another period of history. However, the two periods of history seemed to overlap at this moment.

It’s close at hand, no matter from which aspect. The whistling wind passed through his ears, and the wind seemed to carry a sound-it was the sound of Karasu’s long flute.

The sound of the flute floated on the battlefield.

That year, the enemy they faced was an endless army of Madara. The same as now, right in front of them, the knights put on their helmets, cherished each other, and were about to launch a final charge against the enemy.

Waiting for them are countless cold, emotionless deaths that throbbing like phosphorous fire.

At that moment, history and reality overlapped.

Then, just charge.

He raised his sword and took the lead. The cloak flew up like a black flame. Buche, Ridenburg, Madara, everything is left behind, and there is an endless future ahead.

History has changed.

The cavalry roared behind him, forming three unstoppable frontal arrows. Their names were the non-commissioned students of the Royal Knights Academy, their names were the White Lion Guards of the Kingdom, and their names were Eruin’s young future.

The moment the huge trident on the battlefield pierced the front of the White Lion Legion, which belonged to the northern nobles, this so-called indestructible legion finally collapsed.

The cavalry was yelling and screaming, and the long whining horn sounded like a big hand sweeping the entire battlefield, carrying everyone’s victory forward, and then forward.

A hole was opened in the encirclement of the White Lions.

This hole eventually tore the darkest corner of Eruin’s history. When Grand Knight Nicoloma arrived with reinforcements, he looked pale and saw the collapsed corner of the White Lion Legion, a scene he had never seen in his lifetime.

Then he saw a black flame swept out of the defeated army.

Under the flames, those were the young man’s eyes as firm as steel, and the sharp blade in his hand. The great knight Nicoloma’s long sword was unsheathed, and it was like a Templar knight, and a yellow halo spread across his body.

Also a Templar Knight.

Canmel saw their commander and the knight of the temple intertwined with his own eyes. He didn’t even have time to remind him that it was the knight of the temple. He even recognized the other party-Nico. The great knight of Loma, a master of the golden rank in the Temple of Ampersel.

But Canmel saw only a continuous afterimage, and the head of the great knight Nicoloma flying high.

“what……”

He can’t even make a sound anymore. All the non-commissioned officers of the Royal Knights Academy were completely stunned at this moment. What kind of swordsmanship it is, it cannot be described in mortal language.

The first swordsman regiment of the White Lion regiment collapsed.

A death whirlpool seemed to have formed on the battlefield, and Nicoloma’s subordinates were swept into this whirlpool, and they were crushed to pieces in an instant.

However, Brando was still advancing. The young cavalry swept across the flank of the Third Swordsman Regiment of the White Lions, and then swept the Fourth Swordsman Regiment that had just arrived before it could start the formation. Conn died in battle and Owen was seriously injured.

Morale is like a rainbow.

Ampersel North Gate Barracks——

Balta looked at the report in hand with a blank face, and all the information on it was only telling him one message: The princess and the non-commissioned students of the Royal Knights Academy under her had already broken out.

He raised his head stiffly.

Arch Master Wood’s face sank like water, “The growth of young people has far exceeded our expectations. It seems that only old guys like us can get out of the way.”

Reid nodded, turned and pushed the door out.

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