"Huha......"

Weken gasped and stabbed one of his enemies to the spear.

How many are there?

The enemy is like a tidal wave, and it does not abate in the slightest. Perhaps, until they are all "drowned", the tide will slowly recede, right?

"But, I don't want to die in a place like this!"

Wicken roared and swung his spear to dismount an enemy cavalryman, stabbing him to death in two blows.

Ding! Ding! Ding——

Three ice blades slammed down, heading straight for Wei Ken's front door.

"Weken!"

Clang!

Floyd slashed two ice blades, and the third almost grazed Weken's cheek and shot to the ground behind him.

“......”

Just now, I almost died......

"There's no way, I can only seize the enemy's loopholes. Floyd sighed, "Lear, give me orders to Pree!"

"Huh?" Lear was slightly stunned, then nodded solemnly, "Yes! General!"

"General?"

Weken was stunned.

Even the soldiers who were supposed to concentrate on killing the enemy and fighting the enemy who were about to exterminate this legion were stunned. Even the enemy was frightened by the momentum that was unleashed from Freud.

If the previous Freud was a frustrated veteran who only had the will to survive the battlefield and return home with the team, then now he is a general who wants to strategize and lead the soldiers to charge.

"All men! Raise your shields! Put your spears on!"

Pres and Ambiel, who were originally gambling, were overshadowed by the light that erupted from this veteran.

Standing behind the wall of fire and in front of the wall of ice, the veteran slashes the enemy, dominates the battlefield, and quickly organizes the surrounding people into a defensive formation.

"Yes!"

The shield guard is in front, with his body of steel, raising his shield as a barrier, and slowly standing in front of the team.

"Yes!"

Behind the spearmen, armed with spears, set up behind the shield guards, they were bound to stab to death all the enemies who dared to attack.

Floyd stood in the center of the formation, holding a sword that had been stained with the blood of an unknown number of enemies, but it was still sharp.

"The guards draw their swords and slash the enemies in the array!"

Words and deeds, all enemies are destroyed.

"Yes!"

The swordsmen and swords charged with the veteran, slashing the enemy to death in the middle of the battle before they had time to cope with the change of formation.

One of the enemy's cavalry captains frowned, and stepped forward with his whip: "Follow me!

The horses neighed, charging with a courageous attitude that was not afraid of anything.

"Axe hand forward, slash the enemy's horses, pikemen, shoot!" Freud ordered, standing behind the pikemen.

"Yes!"

The long knife hand and the long axe hand stepped forward together. The axe rises and falls, slashing at the enemy's warhorse. The pikemen fired their guns at the same time, killing all the enemies who were about to charge in front of the shield wall.

This line of defense has become the strongest wall between the wall of fire and ice.

"This ......"

A soldier of the regular legion frowned slightly, looking at the lifeline held up by the miscellaneous soldiers.

"The one in command must be a battle-hardened general......" The eyes of a soldier behind him were full of yearning, "If you are with him, you will definitely be able to ......"

"Invincible. The soldier commander nodded, "All men, assemble! Lean over to the general!"

"Yes!"

After this "weak" wall, more and more soldiers went spontaneously.

Rather than being surrounded to death and lingering between ice and fire, it is better to fight!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The last line of defense, which was filled with soldiers, erupted into a battle roar that was about to press the enemy back.

"Everyone, step forward, crush the enemy!" Freud turned and rode an enemy warhorse.

"Crush, smash, smash!"

The shield guard stepped over the corpses of the enemy cavalry, with a hideous gaze in his eyes, like evil spirits returning from hell in the light of the fire.

The spear carried the severed remains of the enemy, as if the swaggering Shura was showing off his trophies.

The blood stains that were still dripping from the axe seemed to be the dye that was going to dye the night scarlet.

Hammermen, sword and shield soldiers, archers, cavalry...... The soldiers of the regular army around spontaneously marched towards the only battle line, and spontaneously obeyed the orders of the old general, who had miraculously saved this army that was already on the verge of defeat.

The cavalry rushed back and forth to kill and ravage, the archers again shot and suppressed, and the sword and shield men slashed indiscriminately...... Everything seems to be a miracle.

"What's the matter with that troop over there!?Who allowed them to come forward without permission!" Pres was shocked.

At this moment, Lear came along.

"Prese!

"Bold! What army are yours? How dare you give an order to Lord Pree!" One of Presée's personal guards stepped forward angrily and was about to swing his sword to cut off Lear's head.

"Stop!" Preece froze.

Lear held his head high, and met Prey's downward gaze without humility or arrogance.

"Is that him?"

"Exactly. ”

"Worthy of it, the glory of the sunset...... He is the only one who can turn the defeated army around and the courage to repel the enemy...... Can we win this battle......" Preece nodded solemnly, "Tell me! What do I need to do!"

Lear nodded flatly: "Just need, obey the general's command, see the right time, and break the enemy with one blow." ”

And Ambiel, as a besieger, did not know at this time that the opponent who was "playing chess" with him had been quietly replaced.

"My lord, the enemy is torn apart, tearing our defensive formation to pieces! Rushing to our right flank!" the soldier in charge of the herald looked alarmed.

"What!?" Amber was shocked.

Originally, it was supposed to be their main attack, and the enemy was mainly to break through, but at this time, they even hit their own battle line defense?

"Really, it's fake!?our troops, but it's three times theirs!What about the cavalry?what are they doing?And what about the infantry on the right flank??What about Lukasi??," Amber cupped his forehead, feeling that he could not accept the report of a direct reversal of attack and defense.

"Lord Lukasi, he, he'......" the herald was stunned, "dead in battle...... was directly cut off by the enemy's general...... The right flank, on the verge of collapse!"

Amber was stunned, not only him, but even the guards behind him, several generals, were also stunned on the spot.

"Yes, is Presqing in command?" Amber felt a bitter ache in his throat.

"Not ......"

"Well, who is it!?" Amber roared, "who the hell is it!?I've never heard of a commander who can turn the tide in an instant!Who the hell is it!?How can we, with the glorious protection of the princess, lose!How can we be defeated by those who don't have glory!and...... It's not Pres ...... yet."

......

Why is he rightfully called a "general"?

Wei Ken followed the horse that rushed left and right, fighting a bloody path each time, leading the warriors beside him, leading more and more regular soldiers to join the figure in the battle.

His horses had changed three times, and each time he slashed at the most dangerous places, each sword slaying the most stressful foes under his sword.

But for some reason, every time the enemy thought he was going to fall, he stood up again and became the "banner" that would never collapse in everyone's hearts, leading everyone to victory.

The title of general, just a joke?

No, that's true. He's the kind of guy who will lead you to victory and crush your enemies under an iron hoof.

"There was a time when I didn't know what glory was, if anything......" Weken swung his sword and silently followed behind Freud, slaying down the fearful foes.

That must be what I am seeing and going through now.

Is there anything that can destroy this army?

“......”

Weken looked at the Frost Blade as it was about to fall in the sky.

Some......

But......

"Now, mage team, turn your magic into the fire that ignites our victory!" Perry roared, his eyes filled with a yearning for victory.

The fireworks that burned everything directly met the enemy's frost blade, burning the entire sky crimson.

......

Behind the Presy camp, a richly dressed man picked up a cup of cooled flower tea on the small table of the carriage, took a sip, and then looked at the crimson burning in the sky.

"That's a very good knight?"

......

"But——!" said Ambiel's face with rage, as if he were a gambler trying to put all his chips on it, "just what can you do with me with your three thousand!? I have ten thousand! Ten thousand men! Give me orders!

Glory belongs to me! Under the gaze of the Lord, glory can only belong to me!

Amber's young and handsome face was full of hideousness at this time, and he wanted to rush to the front line in person to cut off the life of the general who led the enemy to glory.