As the sun set, shining on the curled back of Faureau, his angry gaze swept across the ground in front of him, and he took a deep breath of the cold air of early spring.

The Thirteenth Mamunuk Legion raised his head, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his pale mouth, the entire Salande Kingdom knew that there were 12 Mamunuk Knights directly under His Majesty the Sultan.

3 of them were in the hands of Duke Brent, who was holding on to the Northern Front, 2 were under the command of Duke Linxon, the commander-in-chief of the Western Front, and 4 had fallen in the Battle of Morenburg, which raided Vic's territory, and the last 3 were in the hands of his three brothers.

As for the so-called Thirteenth Mamunuk Knights' Legion, they are basically newly recruited recruits, who have not received enough training at all, their morale is low, many people are even war-weary, and the logistics supply is also insufficient, and even the most basic weapons cannot be fully equipped.

Fabel is well aware that abroad, he is a prince, and at home, he is a joke,

Although most of them expressed it very vaguely, the faint disdain at the corners of the ministers' mouths was so obvious, like a needle piercing his heart, if it weren't for the news of his mother's death, he would never want to return to this place full of dirt and ugliness for the rest of his life

In the words of the Vice-Minister of Military Affairs, who was in charge of organizing this army at the time, the reason why this army was saved was because the adults collected money and collected it easily.

As a result, I forgot the number limit of each knight order, and when I collected the money later, I found that all the knights were overnumbered by 20 percent, and if I stuffed people into it, even the most basic combat effectiveness could not be guaranteed.

Prince Fabayrau, who had just finished his studies, returned to China, and according to the previous practice, the princes of Salander could be automatically promoted to the commander of the Mamunuk's army during the war.

So as soon as the bigwigs who collected the money combined, they established the 13th Mamunuk's Knights.

"Your Highness, it's time for us to go!"

An emaciated figure climbed up the hill, taller than Fbayer, but thinner, looking like a bamboo pole and a hanger.

The evening breeze blew the thin corners of his clothes, and he had no gorgeous aristocratic clothes on him, and the empty sleeve on his left side was blown up, but he himself did not feel it at all.

His left hand, severed at the height of the battle with the Normans in Kyoto, remained on the line for several hours, sending any Salander he could see into battle. Both the men and the grooms were thrown into battle, and even his left ear was cut off by the sharp arrows of the Normandy Archers.

He was the deputy who was rationed to Prince Fabrian this time. The only military governor in the Kingdom of Salander who did not have the status of a knight of Mamunuk, Baron Berntick,

Because this His Royal Highness Fabelius is a commander who does not have the status of a knight of Mamunuk, this can make it difficult for the entire military department, not only because of his status as a prince, but also because he graduated from the highest military academy in the mainland, the Paraven Academy, and a certificate of graduating from the command department is enough to make all the shame stop in the stomach,

In the end, the Ministry of Military Affairs selected an infantry squadron leader from the combat unit who also did not have the status of a knight of Mamu, temporarily promoted to a general, and then sent to the knight prince as a deputy

"Tsk, cripple with waste, what a perfect match!

These were the exact words of the then Minister of War, Duke Tareent, when examining the archives of Berntick

"Has the Third Prince's Fourth Legion already set off?"

Fabaylou stood up from the slope, stared at the setting sun in the distance, and asked without turning his head, compared with those bombastic generals, this adjutant from a grassroots background seemed to be more satisfied with him

"His Highness Forharris's 7,000 men have already left the Berroko camp 30 minutes ago!" Berntick looked at him with some curiosity, for this somewhat mixed His Royal Highness the Prince, most of the low-level officers like him were hearsay,

For the powerful kingdom on the other side of the sea, with more than 100,000 elite knights, the people of Salander have always maintained a respect, although most of them have not come into contact with the country of Ryrdian.

Because of the relationship between the region and the south, the people of Salander know that they can take root on the island in the south so safely because there is a country called Ruierdian.

dragged down the same powerful southern overlord Nord, otherwise, the Salanders were likely to be conquered by the Nords hundreds of years ago, in fact, the Salanders have not always adopted a conservative defensive strategy,,

More than 300 years ago, a young sultan named Fusui once ambitiously led 40,000 Salander troops on an expedition across the sea, thinking that he would be able to carve out a large territory in the chaotic continent of Ikadiva.

Who knew that not long after landing on the shore, he was beaten back by the Goude people,

From then on, Salander decided that there was no place for himself in the larger and more expansive territory of the Strait, and that the kingdom's center of gravity should be on the vast seas to the south

"In that case, let the legions be assembled!" said Faurelius, waving his hand at the somewhat blunt adjutant, "Yes, Your Highness!" the adjutant Berntick saluted him and hurried down the hill.

There was a huge crashing sound, and a huge stone bullet full of one meter wide cut a shocking arc from the air, smashing a half-section of a villa located on the corner of the street, revealing the scattered furniture debris inside, and the huge smoke and dust that rose almost blinded people's eyes, and several Salander soldiers passed by these collapsed houses covered in ashes

Everyone who haunts here is directly in the service of the war, and there are no idle people. Under the intensive bombardment of the trebuchets of the battleship Dylans near the coast, this small city, which was only more than 400 meters long and wide, had been crushed by hundreds of rolling stones, and large areas of ruins were smashed in half, and in the smoke and dust that rose from time to time, there was a pale and powerless decadence

"Order the teams to take turns and rest!"

Dylan Kelly looked at the city she had frequented indifferently, pulled out her bright saber from her waist, and stood on the flagship of Dylans' fleet, the "New Sea God",

Her gaze was as bright as a crescent moon, and countless Dylan hoplites in black heavy armor were methodically arranging the weapons and shields in their hands, tightening their somewhat loose armor.

This morning, the army of the Salanders finally arrived as scheduled, with 10,000 infantry and nearly 3,000 Mamunuk knights engaged in a face-to-face battle with the army of Dyrens who were holding the port.

As the fat man expected, the movements of Dyrens's army quickly attracted the attention of Salander's Kyoto, but the strength of Durren's army made the Salanders, who were mainly light infantry, feel a little difficult to swallow

Although the Dyrens army stuck on the shore this time was only about 5,000 people, it was a genuine hoplite, spears and big shields, a military formation that had been learned from the regular army of Wiki, and the Salander light infantry, who was known for its mobility, could not compete with the Dylans heavy infantry armed to the teeth, and the thin bayonet could not penetrate the armor and shields in the hands of the heavy infantry, but was sung all the way by the Dylans infantry who were not superior in numbers,

40 battleships full of trebuchets lined up on the sea outside the port of Burku like giant beasts in the sea, and more than 200 large and different speculators launched an attack on the already dilapidated port of Burku at the same time.

The shirtless upper body of the "pulling" winch hand was covered with beads of sweat, the winch in his hand made a creaking and tense sound, and the heavy stone bullet was pushed hard by the two soldiers, making a dull squeezing sound in the throwing basket.

With a shout from the captain, the trebuchet's rope was cut by the winch hand,

"Bump" a whistling sound that pierced the air, and the huge head bullet was like a black meteor shot into the sky under the attention of everyone, rushing towards the pure blue sky

After crossing a graceful and strange arc, it seemed to lose its center of gravity, falling rapidly, and then slammed into the dense crowd of Salander's infantry ranks, "Ah!" The terrible screams came and went, and hundreds of people were always hit by each wave of stone bullets, and bloody corpses could be seen everywhere

"Damn!" a young Salander recruit sat on the ground in fright, his face pale from the hellish sight in front of him, and several of his companions were hit head-on by stone projectiles, and shredded flesh mixed with bones splattered in his face.

Bright red human blood and stumps, on the slope of the stone bullet rolling, paved a shocking blood mark about ten meters long, hot blood and broken flesh hung on the stone that had stopped, and the gray stone bullet completely turned into bloody red at this moment

"Damn it!" a veteran with a scar on his face spat on the ground with the same ugly face, this way of dying was too embarrassing, but the enemy had the advantage of a battleship trebuchet, and the sharp projectile attack completely ignored any line of defense

Although the accuracy of the long-distance projectile is not accurate enough, it is enough to make many Salander recruits who have been temporarily requisitioned, causing huge psychological pressure, and some of them have been trembling with fright before the Dirrens on the opposite side rush over, and they can't even hold the bayonet gun in their hands, and the veterans behind have to use sharp blades and spears to drive them back and pile them up to block the Vickyan army from advancing the flesh and blood wall.

Behind the rubble-ridden ruins, there were three small slopes less than 100 meters above sea level, which formed a zigzag shape and formed the most powerful support point to stop the advance of Dylans' army.

On the top of these small hills, 5,000 Salander light infantry were trying to support two diagonal defensive lines, strangled with the Dyrens hoplites rushing up from the opposite side,

"Kill!"

During the battle, which lasted for several hours, the offensive of Dylans' army, like the usual courageous style of the Dyrens, crashed on these small hillsides like a tidal wave.

The corpses of the Salander soldiers lay all over the slope, most of them had fallen from the gunshot front, their thin leather armor pierced by the heavy spears of the Dyrens, and the bright red blood stained the ground beneath their feet a muddy red, and the rolling stones had stopped at this moment

Within a few hours, the three hills held by the Dylan hoplites were as steady as Mount Tai, and the banner of Lord Salander was lonely and helpless fluttering in the wind,

The golden sunset shone on this slope, like the glow of the sky dyeing the ground red