Chapter 46: The Battlefield

Death, this incomparably calm thing, is created all the time on the noisy battlefield, its shadow obscuring the land like a dark cloud that once shrouded the sky, and the flames of war are still burning.

I don't know how many times I swung the war hammer in my hand, and I don't remember how many times I called for the blessing of the holy light, Zhao Mian just quietly used his right hand wearing armor to gently remove the minced flesh from the cracks in his armor. He looked around - his side was deserted, even the last of his enemies had fallen before him, and his allies, the valiant warriors from every inch of the Rohanate, had long since been reduced to corpses.

The battle fell into a situation that Zhao Mian had tried to avoid from the beginning - a tug-of-war that was extremely difficult.

Led by Siyodon, Rohan's army rushed out of the fortress before the enemy arrived, and these people on horseback carried the blessings and expectations of their own people, and with the glory and memory of their ancestors, and instigated their own family's war horses to set foot on what may be the last battlefield of their lives. All this was going well, Zhao Mian watched these warriors cross the plains and meadows in the air, Xiyodon, Aragorn, Iomo, Legolas, and Jin Li, five people and four horsemen have been rushing to the forefront of these warriors, the sword in Aragorn's hand is burning, and the flame seems to ignite the dim air, leading the riders behind him. Then, the enemy also appeared in Zhao Mian's sight.

The barbarians with the fur of wild beasts and weapons in their hands charged at the front line, these guys in the mountains had always wanted to kill these Rohan people who they thought had robbed them of everything, and Saruman's summoning was in every way according to their best wishes, not to mention that Saruman's strength was far from being able to resist these ignorant fellows, and in this sunny area, they became the best forwards. And closely behind them were those strong orcs wearing thick armor and the blades in their hands flashing with terrifying light, and on their bodies, the mark of the white palm was extremely conspicuous. They were not shouting inexplicable words like the barbarians in front of them, nor were they swearing like the half-orcs who were exhausted in the sunlight, and in that tight phalanx, few words came out, like a group of dead soldiers without words. And Saruman, surrounded by them, appeared in a gorgeous car.

There is no need for superfluous words, and there is no need for too many words, and each other understands the current situation very well. No result of the war was ruthlessly expelled from the beginning, and the two sides were no longer friendly domains, the trumpets of the armies on both sides rumbled under the command of their respective chiefs, and the shouts of the plains that shook the four fields represented the most simple long-cherished wishes of the warriors.

Amid the rumbling hooves of the horses, the hussars' roar was still clear and clear, "Hussars, charge!" and thousands of riders harnessed their horses and charged at the Eisinger troops down the gentle slope. They trampled the corpses of their enemies along the way, the flesh of the barbarians dotted the tender grass on the ground, and they swept through Isengard's troops like a violent wind.

The king led the Praetorian Guard to slaughter, and the enemy's generals and officers either died at the hands of spears or fled in all directions, and no orcs or humans could stop their attack. The hussars kept chasing, the enemy fled, and Isengard's troops were crumbling - but all this did not confuse Saruman, who raised his staff in his hand and spewed fire from the ground, the sound of which not only neighed the hussars' horses in fear, but also rekindled the courage of those who had fled.

There are too many enemies, even if the hussars are brave and good at fighting, even if the soldiers are brave enough to kill the enemy, it is only a drop in the bucket. Heyudon led his army to charge the enemy continuously, but less than 7,000 against more than 40,000 troops was too reluctant, even if the enemy's nearly 20,000 orc troops were still in a state of exhaustion, the numerical gap was still like a wide abyss, blocking the front of victory.

The advantage of the Rohan Kingdom has been wiped out little by little on this huge numerical gap. When Heudon, with his spear and golden shield aloft and his beloved horse, launched his fifth charge at Saruman, an elite wolf cavalry blocked his way back, and Rohan's riders were in a completely embarrassing position—many enemies were already scattered all around them, and the cavalry that had lost their mobility was no better than the infantry.

Zhao Mian joined the battle at the time of the third charge, a small group of hussars fell into a siege situation at that time, many barbarians brandished their simple weapons to break the bones of the horses, those mountain dwellers have an extremely strong physique, they have an irreplaceable advantage over these hussars on horseback who deal with evil beasts all year round, especially in the case of absolute superiority in numbers, those warriors of the Rohan Kingdom who were separated from the large army can only desperately resist their attacks, but helplessly reduce the number that is not very large。

"Whether you are for justice or not, war is always just a crime. Zhao Mian sighed, shook his head vigorously, shook off the blood on his helmet, and strode towards the hussars who were still fighting in the distance - there was no time to clean up the bodies of his comrades, and even less time to clean up the corpses of the enemy, this battle was still driving his own power, and every second there was a fresh life flowing in steel and blood, just as the poet sang: "The Angel of Death spreads his wings in the wind, and exhales in the face of the enemy as he passes." Their sleeping eyes were extremely wide and cold, but their hearts were beating surgingly, even if they were slowly still. ”

Zhao Mian didn't like war, and although it might have been a part of Azeroth's life, endless war didn't bring the slightest benefit, and the resources that the two sides had been fighting for weren't even worth the cost of war. But the perennial hatred between the two sides has made the war a roaring machine, devouring the blood of its warriors and using it as fuel to extract more blood - in which there is no glory, no justice, no ...... Life.

But when the people fell into fear, when the shadows loomed over the city, when chaos eroded the peace, Zhao Mian was always the first to be at the forefront - he hated war, but he had a reason to fight, so Zhao Mian, who was far from the distribution of power and never participated in the political division, was the most successful general in Stormwind - which is perhaps an irony: the older issued a declaration of war, while the younger one was bleeding and dying.

"There are no innocents in war, because there is no mercy in war. But war always has nothing to do with it, and these people never want war, because they can only see countless sorrows and despairs in it. The ideas of the upper echelons always represent their interests, but the people do not get any benefit - but it is the people who do not benefit at the expense. It's not fair. Zhao Mian used to argue with his teacher like this.

The classroom was silent, the teacher was silent, and the students were quietly thinking about the meaning of this - neither agreed nor objected. This silence is like a silent cry, speaking to everyone's mind, and they may agree with Zhao Mian, but in this monarchical society, the interests of the people at the bottom are not necessary items for them to consider on their political path - not even compared to the gifts they need to give to a baron's birthday party the next day.

"So, I hate politics. Zhao Mian said - and then he stood on the battlefield, and until now, on this battlefield that had nothing to do with him, he still wielded the war hammer in his hand for the people he did not know.

"Bang!" a wolf cavalry that charged at him flew back upside down, Zhao Mian's armor, countless lights filled it, and those rays of light flew out from time to time, healing the friendly troops around him, he closely chased after the wolf cavalry, and smashed the rider's head with a hammer.