In the early morning of July 24, 1204, it was the day of special practice.

Well? Is there a lack of the usual "real skills test"?

Well, because the process is bland and decent, there are no accidents, and no one else is messing in, so I won't waste much ink and ink, and I will keep a little bit of a running account.

The test subject is the "Flame Angel" puppet that was not used last time due to the chaos of Class I.

In groups of three, lots are drawn to determine the grouping and order.

The results were basically happy, and everyone got a good rating. The reason why it is basic is because Alyssa has a small grudge in her heart - after that, she will write the "Flame Angel Evaluation Report".

If she just wrote a report, she wouldn't have any reaction, after all, as a top student, reporting something is trivial.

But the thought that the report would be passed on to Irina through Sharon's hand made her feel uncomfortable.

However, she is willing to accept the gamble and lose, and no matter how uncomfortable she is, she will do her best to complete the report, which is the pride of her Alyssa Lane Fort.

It has nothing to do with someone who's seen the stars together, absolutely not!

After testing, it is usual special practice place announcement.

Group A: Lane, Laura, Fey, Macchias, Elliot.

Group B: Lisa, Emma, Jusis, Gaius.

The internship site for both groups is Heimdall, the Crimson Imperial Capital.

To be honest, the grouping this time is quite unreasonable.

The three highest combat power are all in Group A, and the remaining two are the head snakes of the imperial capital, what do you want Group B to do? Not to mention the strange grouping method of a person who has worked hard compared to last month.

Li En didn't believe that this was a matter of so-called historical inertia, and secretly asked Sarah afterwards.

Sarah explained: It's rare to go to the imperial capital, and Elliot and Macchias can't go home to see. Unfortunately, both of them live in the same group's internship area and can't be separated. Since the internship sites are all in urban areas, there is no need to go out of the city, and there is basically no need to consider the issue of combat effectiveness. In contrast, the ability to communicate, knowledge, and respond on the spot is more important. Group B is much stronger than Group A in this regard.

Li En, who said this, was convinced, A-level was A-level in the end, and it was beyond his reach.

A few days passed in a flash, and in a blink of an eye, it was time to set off.

The biggest advantage of the internship in the imperial capital is that it is close, and it only takes 30 minutes by train. You don't need to wake up early like last time, you can enjoy the breakfast made by Sharon in a good way.

After that, you can take a break with a cup of tea or milk, and then walk slowly to the station, which is very close to the dormitory, and even a walk takes only 5 minutes.

Even more pleasing is that the special internship coincides with the Midsummer Festival celebrations in the capital of God.

The traditional Midsummer Festival is held in June throughout the empire and is based on traditional elven beliefs, similar to seasonal festivals.

The only exception is the imperial capital.

The reason for this is that 250 years ago, in the Battle of the Lions, Emperor Dleikels the Great ended the civil war in July, and in order to celebrate this event, the Midsummer Festival celebration was postponed for a month.

So, Lane began to tell the story again, this time about the reunion of the emperor and the saint.

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This is a battlefield, and people who have not actually been on the battlefield cannot imagine the scene here.

There is no so-called surging blood, there is no so-called gunsmoke, there are just killing, crazy killing, either killing or being killed.

There is such a word that often appears in knightly novels, the taste of the battlefield.

What is the taste of the battlefield?

This is a question that only a veteran who survived from a sea of corpses and bones can answer - the smell of blood, the saltiness of sweat, the smell of earth, and the unpleasant smell of metal are mixed together to make people smell the battlefield once, and people don't want to smell it a second time.

Dlaikels thinks so, too.

At that time, 17 people started from Nolde, and now they are one of the three major forces in China, and they have experienced a hundred battles along the way.

But he still didn't like war, and even became more and more disgusted with it.

Over the past two years, his fame has become more and more famous, and his power has become bigger and bigger.

However, only half of the brothers who followed him into the turmoil of the times were left.

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In the autumn of 949 in the Qiyao calendar, the Essinger Mountains were besieged by the rebels, and the youngest brothers, Wuren, were killed in a rain of arrows, and could never return to the beloved land of Norde.

In the winter of the same year, during the Battle of Black Dragon Pass, the nagging brother Aaron broke into the fortress to open the way for the rear team, but he failed to reach an agreement to drink together.

In the spring of 950 in the Qiyao calendar, he attacked Lulei and encountered an enemy ambush, and Galahar, who had no energy, broke off alone and died of exhaustion.

Three days later, Serati, who was in charge of escorting grain and grass, was attacked, and the enemy desperately fought back to return the grain and grass safely, and then died of his injuries.

In the autumn of the same year, peace talks with the enemy, in order to show his sincerity, Delaikels went in person, not wanting to be a trap. The taciturn Ivant carried the city gate with a serious injury to cover the prince's retreat, but he himself died in the city.

In the summer of 951, the outskirts of Keldik were attacked by the Golem troops, and the transcendent Koster charged alone, entering three times and leaving three times, forgetting to die and laying down the victory, but in the end he did not hear the horn of the end of the war.

In the winter of the same year, the Kunnar army attacked with self-detonating puppets, and the most drinkable Xilin, wearing heavy armor, stopped outside the tent, and did not retreat, and was finally blown into pulp.

On January 3, 952, the army of Draekers was attacked by both Ortrus and Albert. At the critical moment, Roland personally led 500 of his subordinates to block the main road, fighting to the last man, buying enough time for reinforcements to arrive. Roland, however, did not get his wish to see his best friend crowned emperor.

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He's lost his best friend, he's lost his brother for this damn war, and if he can, he really wants to pick and choose.

But he can't, now he is carrying the expectations of the dead, the hope of the living, and he can't retreat, because if he takes a step back, he will never recover.

So he can only move forward, his leg is broken, and he has to move forward if he crawls with his hands.

Dlaikels wiped his scarlet eyes, coldly glanced at the defeated Elbert Army, and indifferently pulled down his armor.

Although he doesn't know why the enemy team is in chaos, he will not let go of this opportunity, whether it is for victory or for the sake of his departed best friend.

Elbet, sacrifice Roland with your blood!

"Charge with me!" Dlaikels let out a loud shout and slashed his sword.

The eight remaining Nolde warriors followed closely behind him, with their crosses raised.

A brother for one day, a brother for life. They will follow Dlaikels until they die.

As soon as the Chinese army moved, the rear army and reserves pressed on it.

Although the Albert army had the intention of killing the enemy, they were unable to return to the sky, so they had to flee in all directions.

Regardless of the rebellion, Dlaikels rushed all the way to the enemy's banner.

There was no one under it, only a corpse remained. On the thick flagpole, the flag of Albert is in tatters.

was about to cut down the flagpole, but saw fire and smoke not far away, and a figure faintly revealed in the smoke and dust.

Blonde, blue-eyed, and outstanding, her appearance can hardly hide her heroic spirit.

Dlaikels was stunned, not surprised by the beauty of the person who came, nor shocked by the other party's temperament, but why was the woman in front of him so familiar?

In a trance, he remembered the female pharmacist he met by chance in the mountains. At that time, there were many wounded soldiers in the army, and he invited the pharmacist to the army regardless of it.

After most of the wounded soldiers recovered, the female pharmacist did not say goodbye. Although he was very lost, he also sent people to look for him, but he found nothing, until today.

"You, shouldn't this be the battlefield at that time, hurry up and escape." In a hurry, he even left behind the position he was in the Chinese army.

"Huh." The girl smiled slightly, bright and incomprehensible, "Your Highness, after you see our appearance, can you still say something like that?" ”

The smoke and dust that shrouded the "female pharmacist" was, no, the fog drifted away in an instant, revealing a well-equipped, neatly groomed steel force, whose majesty was not inferior to that of the Draekers and Nolde warriors under the banners.

"You, what the hell are you?"

"The pharmacist girl in front of you is just a fake identity." The woman held a riding spear that was taller than her and stepped forward, "I am the leader of the Iron Cavalry, a group of warriors gathered in the city of Lohengram in the distance. ”

On this day, Dlaikels met Liana again.

On the battlefield, the emperor and the saint.