() North of Parabun, Yere,

The dense crowds of people and the earth-shattering sounds of fighting submerged this ancient city founded in the fourth century in Ikadiva. This ancient city of the kingdom of Ryrdian has survived the vicissitudes of life and the unpredictable changes of the world, and still stands in the center of the land of Ikadiva. Since its establishment, it has been an important gateway to the Parabun region.

This has always been the key point of the north to the south, is a tragic battlefield, in the long history, Ye Rui City has been burned down four times, and rebuilt four times, each time burned and rebuilt, the scale will be larger than before, by the Rui Erdian people affectionately called "the immortal city"

"The rabble, vulnerable" Under the city, Emmon stared at the increasing number of his own soldiers on the city, and the corners of his mouth showed a sneer of disdain,

The success in front of him has already carried him away, 5,000 Ruierdian people, in the rotation of tens of thousands of Kugit troops, but in half a day, has been weakened by half,

In another hour, he can break through the Yerui defense line, and then drive straight in, pressing the heart of the Ruierdian Kingdom, so that this raid battle named after the name of burning will become a classic recited by the Kugit people forever, and his own reputation will also rise, becoming one of the three powerful adults in the southward movement of the main force of the East Court this time.

Piled up in a blood-dripping ditch on the walls of Yerui, the Ryordian heavy infantry is worthy of being one of the elite in the Ikadiva continent, and the strong shield not only makes the scimitars of the Kugits impossible to use, but also relies on the advantage of being tall and large, constantly pushing the thin Kugit to the ground

"Boom" In a rapid and piercing whistling sound, ten improvised trebuchets built by the Kugit slammed into Yerui's iron gate, revealing a gap that could accommodate several cavalry to enter, and the defenders of Ruierdian at the head of the city panicked

"You hold here, I will go to the city gate, and before His Royal Highness arrives, I must guard it," Marshal Berlant, who was already fifty years old, turned his head to his bloodied daughter beside him, and stood in front of the city wall like a firm signpost,

Next to him, the broken spears and the corpses were piled up like a row of toppled straw, and less than half of the 50 elite knights who followed him were now less than half, all of them were wounded, and if it weren't for the heavy armor on their bodies, they would have been crushed by the Kugit frenzy in the attack

"Order the heavy cavalry to attack, target the city gate" Emon under the city looked ecstatic, and dialed the 3 elite cavalry teams under his command that had not been put into battle into the sequence of frontal siege, now is the best time to break through with one blow, as long as the city gate is broken, Ye Rui's defense will completely collapse

The hooves of the Kugit cavalry stepped into the river outside the city, splashing crystal clear white water streaks, all the way along the long wall of Yerui, the cavalry armor shone in the sunlight, and the three thousand Kugit cavalry, holding polished steel shields in their hands, the hot faces of the soldiers carried a bloodthirsty mad desire

Compared with the previous siege troops, they were truly elite, equipped with thick armor comparable to heavy cavalry, armed with a long-handled scimitar made by good Laligler, and even the horses were extremely rare to wear a layer of fish-scale vest

These deliberately thickened and lengthened weapons cost more than twice as much iron as the equipment of ordinary soldiers, and in the Kugit grassland, where there is a lack of iron ore and craftsmen, this is enough luxury to make people blush, and it is the capital of the Emmon tribe to cross the grassland.

For the great harvest and glory that was about to be obtained, Aemon could no longer care about so much, and sent all the troops behind the formation.

"All-Squad Assault"

The Kugit cavalry, who galloped on horseback, dragged a bright light mark with the scimitar in his hand in the sunlight, and the war horse under his crotch quickly accelerated, with a suffocating fierce wind, and crashed into the Ruierdian soldier who tried to block the door.

With a crisp sound, the Ruierdian queue, which had no time to form a gun array, dragged out shocking blood marks under the hooves of the Kugit heavy cavalry that hit like a cluster of arrows.

"Array of spears and stabbing three protrusions"

Seeing the war horses attacking like thunder on the opposite side, the white-haired Marshal Berlant had blood-red eyes and a tearing roar from his mouth,

"Kill"

The sharp spears in the hands of the Ryordian heavy infantry standing in front of him, with the will to die, stabbed out against the Kugit heavy cavalry that was like a hurricane, and bright red blood exploded from the bodies of both the enemy and us at the same time.

"Father" looked at Marshal Berrant, who was full of silver hair, with a heavy squadron of only 600 people left, and filled the passage of the city gate without hesitation, and the bloodied Bonnie's eyes flashed with a trace of moisture, and he wanted to take people to the rescue, but his father's order to keep to the ears was still in his ears,

This was Yerry, the back line of defense north of Paraven, and Bonnie remembered passing by the nearby city of Venus, where she knew why her father insisted on using himself as bait

Venus is a beautiful city, just by its name, it is the place where the legendary goddess Venus was born.

Its monumental symbol is the ten-meter-high statue of the goddess Venus, so the people of Ryordian always try to dress up the city beautifully.

Refusing to let go of any corner, as long as a grass can be planted in an open space, the people of Ruierdian will never let it be empty. It is a green and garden-like city.

Many great poets and travelers have written about its beauty and serenity, so that its reputation has spread throughout the continent of Ilan, and even those who are far away from the sea know that there is such a beautiful city as Venus.

However, the arrival of the Kugit people has wiped out the beauty of the city of Venus. After the Kugit conquered the city, they allowed their cavalry to begin a three-day slaughter and plunder.

As a result, countless Ryordians died under the butcher's knives of the Kujits, entire or even several blocks of houses were burned down, except for the golden ruins of the academy, which were supposed to serve as the habitat of the Kugit chieftains, all other large buildings were destroyed, and even the statue of the goddess Venus was mercilessly smashed.

"It's all because of me, if it weren't for the failure of my command, those valiant warriors wouldn't have buried their bones in the wilderness, and the powerful Raldian wouldn't have fallen into such a situation in an instant" Bonnie still remembers her father's guilty face at that time, clutching the blood-stained dirt in his hands, lying on the ground and crying, it was a kind of heroic desolation,

Marshal Ruierdian, who once commanded the three armies and was full of spirits, is now just a joke in the eyes of everyone, whether it is the nobles or the military, they all show enough distance to this former marshal, and the once glorious Berlant family has been swept away with the northern campaign

The 100,000 Ruierdian Northern Army, which is short of food and clothing, is constantly being harassed by the Kugit light cavalry on the road, and less than half of them can return to Ruierdian from the vast grassland, even those Ruierdian's generals are also depressed, and the fierce battle with the Vychians in the past few months has exhausted them, and the feeling of powerlessness has made them, the proud soldiers and fierce generals of Ruierdian, have become psychological cowards from their souls

Some people have suggested that the integration of these northern armies into the second-line troops can at least play a certain role, while others say that these people are all sinners of Ruierdian, that is, a war horse killed in battle, and they are all nobler than them

This is a kind of humiliating criticism of the soul, no matter how dazzling the previous exploits of the Northern Army were, now in the eyes of the Ministry of Military Affairs, they are just a bunch of mud that can't support the wall

Later, Marshal Berrant bravely stood up in the midst of all kinds of discrimination and contempt, and proposed to use himself as bait to randomly transfer 5 squadrons from the returning northern army as the rear force to defend Yere, and Berlant wanted to turn this "immortal city" into a tomb of the Kugit people

This is a silent oath, the soul and future of the Northern Army have been linked to this ancient city,

"Killed" a squadron leader of the Northern Army, after the front row fell, he stabbed a shot into the abdomen of the oncoming war horse alone, and used all his strength to resist the galloping war horse.

At his feet, hundreds of corpses of Ruierdian soldiers and Kujit corpses were mixed together, stacked like a hill in the passage of the city gate, and the splattered blood formed a sliding blood condensation in the city road, and the muddy and slippery feeling of stepping on it made even a strong warrior feel slightly worried

"It's all the blood of warriors."

The squadron leader felt his body light up, and the shiny Kugit scimitar slashed across his chest, and the galloping horse's hooves dragged his body a few meters away.

"Winter? Is there winter in Salander too?" "The fat face enjoyed, the lights of the living area under the castle, only a small patch of misty red light remained, his head rested on Nilai's soft thighs, looking up at the starlight in the sky, and the soft wind blew, bringing the unique smell of the green wilderness.

In the season when the snowflakes fall on the Ikadivar mainland, it is the time when the climate of the island country of Salander is pleasant, the warm but not scorching sun, and the gentle sea breeze blowing from the sea, make this qiē seem extraordinarily comfortable.

Thanks to the gift of this season, the green colors of the mountains and the various wildflowers dotted with the stars decorate the earth like a huge jade, and at the edge of the jade, is the deep blue sea, like a pearl, hanging at the lower end of the long chain of the Icadivar continent.

"Yes, of course," Nilai said with an affirming expression, pointing to the two particularly bright stars in the sky, "Look at the eyes of Solomon, the god of the sea who protects our Saland, as long as they appear next to the winter star in the middle of the sky, it is a sign of the arrival of winter in Saland, and when the time comes, the people of Salander will begin to prepare for the annual grand and enthusiastic Winter Veil Festival"

Unlike Mao Monaqing's ethereal beauty like snow-capped mountains, Nilai belongs to the peaceful and beautiful night sky, her eyes as translucent as the stars in the night sky, always with a hint of haze, but they are locked with misfortune, war and hatred, she hates death and war, but there are these disgusting things in front of her.

"Winter Veil Festival?" the fat looked puzzled

"That's our Saland, the great priesthood to the Star God of the Sky, presided over by a respected Star Priest, all the temples in the north of the kingdom are to send people to participate," Nilai's tone was full of emotion and gloom, and his eyes looking at the sky trembled in the flickering

"You may not know it, winter is the calm season of our southern estuary, in previous years, only this time, Salander's fleet can safely pass through the southern estuary, transport precious goods to other continents, and then wait until the next year, can return"

"Oh. You still trade with other continents?where is it called?" Fat was startled by Nilai's, and turned his head excitedly, this is a big discovery, no wonder the business atmosphere of the Salander lords is far more open than other kingdoms, it turns out that they have already tasted the sweetness

"Of course, how do you think those evil aliens crossed the sea" Nilai said with a sad face, gritting her teeth, "If it weren't for the theft of our precious star map, with their lame sailing skills, it would be impossible to cross the dangerous sea mouth in the south and reach our beautiful Salander in another hundred years."

"The star map is a precious item for the kingdom's sky priests" Seeing the fat puzzled look, Nilai slowly explained, "Every year, the leaders of the fleet who return from overseas will record the routes they have discovered on their long journeys on the star map, and then hand them over to the Sky Temple when they return, because they believe that only the blessing of the Sky Star God can allow them to pass through the dangerous sea mouth."

"Where is that star map now?" The fat eyes lit up, and his voice trembled a little, recording the routes of different continents, and the star map representing countless wealth, was so close to him,

"The Normans have one in their hands, and a spare attachment, which should be in the hands of the Sky Temple in Kyoto, that is, in the hands of my mentor, the Star Priest Eferina"

"You just said that every year the Winter Veil Festival will be presided over by a respected Sky Priest?" Fat seemed to think of something, and said suddenly

"Well" Nellai nodded, and said with a regretful face, "Every year the Winter Veil Festival is a happy day for the people of Salander, in the Mustang Plain, we can ride horses to our heart's content, we can follow the galloping wild horses, cross through the beautiful and mysterious Linge Rhine, if you are lucky enough, you may be able to meet the rare Rhine Horse King, but unfortunately the Normans looted and slaughtered there, so that there is no longer a little atmosphere of the Winter Veil Festival, whether it can be held this year, is still a big problem"

"What's so difficult about this?" Fat pouted disdainfully, "It will be held in Vic City this year, first, it can celebrate the victory against the Normandians, and second, it can also increase the prestige of Vic City in the north, not to mention that the fleets of various families will gather in Vic City from all directions in the near future, just in time to spread the news of the Winter Veil Festival throughout Salander III, we can ask your mentor to preside over it, so that you and your mentor can meet again"

"I'm afraid it's difficult" Nilai hesitated for a moment, bit her lip with a strange expression, and shook her head in denial, "Since the siege of the city by the Normans, in order to boost the morale of the city, the mentor has stayed in the temple to pray to the god of the starry sky, hoping that the god of the starry sky who guides the way can once again bring victory to this beautiful land, and sacrifices like the Winter Veil Festival have always been in charge of the Gotha high priest who is in charge of the season with the temple."

"It's easy, if all the northern lords jointly ask Alferina to preside over it in person at the same time, I believe that even if it is the arrogance of Salander Kyoto, in this urgent need for northern support, they will also consider it carefully" Fat waved his hand disapprovingly I dare to guarantee that this year's Winter Veil Festival is definitely grander than any previous one, and it is a lively one ever" Fat swore a solemn oath

"What you said is true, all the northern lords are co-signed, it's not a simple matter" Nilai turned around in surprise, stared at the fat for a while, and said with a faint expression,

"That's not a problem," Fat smiled and said, "I can send someone to write a separate letter in the name of the Samore Falcon, I believe these lords will know how to choose"

"I'm afraid it's going to be bad," Nilai shook her head in denial, "You may not know yet, my mentor is a pacifist, she doesn't look down on it, it's a war maniac like you, she once told me that the big butcher of the Ikaduva continent is the Samoore Fat of Vecchia, if she knows that you are behind it, I'm afraid she will immediately stand away"

"Hehe, people will become" Fat raised his head and looked at the sky above his head, and said with a solemn expression, "Everyone wants peace, but when the war burns to the door, no matter how docile and kind a person is, he will take up arms just like me back then, if it weren't for the Kugit people at the door, I might still be somewhere to be my own little lord."

"Rustling" a rush of footsteps came from afar,

"Who?" asked the guards in the distance.

"I am the messenger of the Dylan family, and this time I am ordered by the master mother to send an urgent secret letter" A familiar response voice came from the darkness, a sonorous and powerful low voice, bringing people a sense of vicissitudes

"Is it Captain Wittmint" Hearing the familiar voice, his fat eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he waved his hand to the guard, "Let him come"

Very, a middle-aged man with a thin body, led by 2 guards, came to the fat face, and it was none other than Captain Wittmint, whom he had seen before

"Grand Duke, this is a message from our inside line in Raldian" Wittmint cautiously took out a red lacquer scroll from his bosom and whispered, "The First Knights of Raldian, which you have been paying attention to, have left the station three days ago and are missing"

"Hehe, as expected, Rui Erdianren's previous gesture of weakness was just waiting for the Kugit people to drill into the trap" The corner of the fat mouth sneered, and his hand twisted the letter into a ball, "It's just a pity Marshal Berrant, knowing that this is a dead trap that cannot be untied, but he has to use his body as a bait to get tighter and tighter, until he is completely suffocated by the air"

"Oh, why do you think so? I heard that Marshal Berlant is the number one general in the Ryrdian ranking," Nilai next to him leaned over with a stunned expression,

"It is precisely because he is the number one general, so he doesn't have any chance of surviving" With an indifferent smile on the corner of his fat mouth, his mood felt a little complicated, his eyes looked at the black canopy with few lights in the distance, and said in a deep voice, "Ye Rui is the northern gate of Rui Erdian, and in front of the Kugit army in the south, there is no possibility of 5,000 troops holding it at all, so this must be Rui Erdian's trap,

In order to appear real, Berrant will inevitably lead his army to fight to the death, until the Kujiit are exhausted and empty, so that the main force of Ryrdian can turn the tide of the battle in one fell swoop and then counterattack in a big way"

"Isn't that good, with Marshal Berrant's ability, maybe he can really hold it," Nilai said curiously

"You don't know the people of Ruierdian, they are a people who pay great attention to glory, and it is because of Berlant that he must die" said mysteriously with a fat face, and when he had satisfied everyone's appetite, he said slowly

"If you were the royal family of Raldian, would you let a general of a defeated army become a great hero to turn the overall situation around?And other legion commanders can only be foils, no, they can make a dead soldier a hero, but they will never let a living general that kind of blow will make the other legions of Ruierdian rebel"......

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