"That army, where did it come from!"

Amber felt a chill in her heart.

Calculated...... He was calculated from the beginning.

Freud slashed open a shield and slashed the warrior behind the shield under his sword, then grabbed the shaft of a pikeman with his backhand and swung his sword to cut the sword in two.

"Enemy general, report your name!" Vloyd yelled at Amber.

Amber felt a chill in his back, but the glory of the knight supported him to step forward.

"I am the knight of the Vichy Empire, Amber of the First Snow City!"

Freud ignored the other party's self-declaration of his name, and threw the half of the spear with the head of the spear.

Swish!

"Amber, die!"

The spear struck Amber's horse directly, and with a single blow it pierced the horse's skull.

The glory of knighthood is not for those who have long ceased to be knights.

"Enemy commander Amber has been killed by me Floyd!" Voloyd knew very well that the spear he threw did not hit Amber, and knew very well that the spear he threw could not kill the opponent suddenly.

Settle for the next best thing, kill the opponent's warhorse, falsely claim to have killed the opponent, intimidate the surrounding enemy soldiers, and create more opportunities for the comrades who are attacking.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent.

For Amber did fall from his horse and fall to the ground—as if he had been killed by the spear.

"Rush!"

Killing the enemy in front of him, Lear dodges and bursts into the battle.

"Damn! you're not a knight!" Amber stood up angrily, sword in hand, about to slay the brazen thief.

"General, you still have to command the battle!" the cronies hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Amber, who was about to go up with his sword to "regain his honor", for fear that he would be killed by a sneak attack.

If the Lord is to be killed, then this army is finished...... It's completely finished.

The Vichy Imperial army, which had been in a moment of confusion, immediately reacted at this time and began to besiege this team.

"Phew...... Amber forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and began to command, "Mage team! Destroy this group of fanatics for me!

"Don't be afraid! Those mages have just eaten a wave of our mage's magic, and now they are in a period of exhaustion!

But......

"Enemy ......"

Too much.

Wei Ken kept plunging his long sword into the weak part of the enemy's armor, feeling the touch of the human body coming from the sword, feeling the strange sensation of hot blood flowing down the blade, soaking the hilt, and finally wetting the palm of his hand.

Bite!

Bang dang!

Loku and Negar were on a team, and at this time more than half of them were killed or wounded.

It's all enemies, and there aren't any friendly forces fighting in a mess, it's the enemy's rear.

"Ah...... Shouldn't you come to a place like this?" Wicken laughed to himself and continued to follow Freud deeper into the enemy's denser depths.

Clang!

Eibar stepped forward, axe aloft, and roared to push the enemy shield back, opening a gap for Freud and Weken.

Freud took advantage of this gap to roll directly into the enemy's shield, and with the swing of his two swords, he directly cut down the two enemy shield guards and broke through this encirclement attack.

But, at a cost......

"Captain, if there are heroes in the world, then I must be a hero now!"

Swish!

Four spears stabbed into the arms of this young man, who was fascinated by the legend of heroes and braves.

His body had already been stained red with blood, and the leather armor covered with fine battle scars could not last more than a second.

"Poof...... Ahem...... "The last drop of the axe slammed limply against the shield held high by an enemy shield......

Yes...... Now you are, without a doubt, a hero......

Weken knocked over the last foe the axe to fall at with a kick, stabbed him in the back, and the spear pierced the chest of the pikeman in Eibar's body, and along with Floyd, broke the encirclement formation.

Lear stepped forward, picked up a shield, and together with Loku, he and three shield-wielding veterans climbed atop it, making a way to the enemy general.

Floyd rushed to the front, dodging two waves of enemy mages by this time.

Perhaps for fear of accidentally injuring allies, the enemy's mages are very cautious and try to choose some small area of spell casting attacks.

Negar frowned, and together with four of his comrades, he finally wielded his long-handled blade to push the enemy back

But there were too many enemies, and there were enemy attacks everywhere, and soon several people fell.

"I thought I could go home and do business...... Negar smiled wryly, "I never wanted to do anything......

Phew!

"Hero ......"

A knife stabbed from behind pierced him in the back.

"Drink!!" Negar, with the last of his strength, pressed his spear to the bodies of several of his enemies, and fell to the ground with them.

"Negal!" Loku was startled and hurried up to help.

He held his somewhat broken shield and swung the dagger as he tried to get closer to Negar.

"You guy, you're not going to drink my ...... Ahem......"

He was shot in the crook of the leg and fell to his knees.

More spears pierced from behind the shieldguards, who hurriedly held them back with their shields.

Click!

The wooden shield was punctured with two blows......

"It seems that I can't put it ...... Joy wine......"

Loku's last glance seemed to be that he had lost his head and collapsed body.

"Negal, Loku......" Weken continued to charge, tirelessly slaying down the enemy at his side.

God, is it snowing? Why can't I feel the wind? Why, I can't feel the cold......

Ah, charge forward? Ahead, where is it? I don't know, I don't know...... I've lost my way in this battle. There were Lear and six of his comrades left......

Five......

Fourth......

People are falling, people are dying.

It's like running away, it's like leaving, but I'm still fighting.

"Lear ......" Weken was covered in the blood of his enemies and dyed into a hideous bloody man.

In the firelight, in the shadows, he was like a demon crawling up from hell, so that the soldiers of the Vichy Empire did not dare to look at him directly.

If Floyd's killing was a one-hit, swift and graceful, it was both fearful and admirable. Then Wei Ken, relying on the skill-level slashing swordsmanship, is a crazy indiscriminate killing.

It's like a mad dog that keeps an eye on the enemy's weakness and destroys the enemy until it completely kills the opponent and stains it with the opponent's blood.

How many spears have been broken? I don't know, I don't have time to count.

The body is so heavy, and the eyelids seem to be about to close.

Just get some sleep, get some sleep......

"Weken, cheer up......" Lear and Weken faced the enemy in front of them back to back, while their comrades around them kept falling.

Only in front of Weken had no enemy to deal with it head-on—at least until he ran out of strength.

"We will definitely be able to go back. ”

"Where, where?" Victor grabbed Ron's sword and pulled out a crooked gun from the body that had been stabbed to death by him with a gun, and then slashed three more times before breaking in two, "Home?"

I don't have a home in this world......

"Ah...... yes, home...... Let's go home......" Lear smiled faintly, "When I go back, I will open that lecture hall, and when the time comes, you must ......"

Lear lashed straight away, knocking down the last few enemies in his way.

"Live to listen!"

“......”

"Let's go!" the two remaining veterans jerked Wei Ken forward.

"It's our veteran's shining moment, young people get out of the way!"

"Silly boy, don't get old to practice swords! Go gamble! Go pick up girls!"

After being pushed into this defensive line, Weken saw Floyd, who was charging and killing, leaving behind a string of corpses.

"Lear, and ...... you?"

Look back.

Lear shook his head faintly and slowly closed his eyes as if he were asleep......

Behind him, are two spears.

The last two veterans, one of them was half-kneeling, unyieldingly slashed the sword in his hand at the enemy, and finally fell weakly, and the other was pierced by a spear in the abdomen, but the long sword in his hand had not yet fallen.

"Ah...... Teaching you this freak is the most failed thing I've ever failed in my short career as a teacher......" Lear smiled with a hint of satisfaction and relief on his face......

But this time, perhaps, the most correct one besides fighting......

"Lear !!"

Who's going to tell me what I should take revenge on in this situation?

There seems to be something cut off in the heart, which makes people want to roar wildly, and makes people want to cry in despair.

"Why, I'm a miscellaneous soldier ......"

If I were anything else, I could, save them...... Even if it's, monsters, monstrous monsters......

It is also possible to ......

"Weken!" Freud shouted at Wecan, seeming to understand something, but said nothing.

"Ah......" Weken looked at his enemies with murderous hatred, "I know that war is to blame...... But, I couldn't help but ......"

Slightly, in the end, make a big fuss?

"Young man, it's time for us to perform!" Freud stepped back and looked at Amber in silence, "Do you think we're really assault troops?"

Ambiel's brow furrowed.

Immediately, he was shocked.

"Isn't it?"

What fell from the sky was a flame of calamity like a bright sun.

"Protect—"

Airplanes!

The team of mages, who had struggled to maneuver with the enemy in front of them, had no way to resist this wave of attacks......

Rumble!!!