In the later biography of the thirteenth Emperor Conod I, the Second Battle of Golovin is full of legends, and the historians' descriptions of this battle are in no way inferior to the "Final Battle" of the Dragon Empress.

Although the actual battle took place in Golovin for either the first or second time, and was deliberately ignored as a major raid by Loren Turin against the Azorean elves on the Imperial Boulevard, so strictly speaking, there were either three or none of the battles of Golovin.

The first is that the two sides dramatically switched the relationship between attack and defense, the Azorean elves, who were supposed to be the attacking side, were passively defended, while the empire, which was supposed to defend the city, took advantage of the fog to launch a surprise attack;

The second is that the two sides once again staged the "revolving door battle" during the Battle of the Imperial Boulevard, in which the Reich lost the battle in the direction of the Imperial Boulevard, but won the tidal flat battlefield where there was not much hope;

Perhaps because of the dense foggy weather, the Empire, which has a small number of troops and only 80,000 troops, always has the initiative on the battlefield and constantly tries to attack;

At the beginning of the battle, the two sides seemed to maintain a certain "tacit understanding", but the highland battlefield, which should have been most intensified, never decided the winner or loser, and it was not until the end of the tidal flat battlefield that there was a crazy farce that almost "died together".

But for the historians of the Heavenly Dome, it was not the details of these battles that were of most interest to them, almost all eyes were focused on a "small incident" that had no effect on the whole battle.

"Fernonay Marches to Hellfire", which was originally a work of praise for the royal family of the Heavenly Dome, caused a great sensation, and in the painting, Fitronay de Salion, who staggered towards the sea of fire amid the frightened and weeping eyes of the soldiers, was regarded as a symbol of the chivalry of the Sakran by countless imperial nobles.

Countless Saklant nobles have spread the word of mouth that it is precisely because of the courage of Her Royal Highness the eldest princess that greatly inspired the Sakran legionnaires and the Byrne knights, so that the middle line did not collapse and became an important reversal in the second defense of Golovin.

But the opposite turned out - after seeing the eldest princess engulfed in flames, the Sakran Legion broke up on the spot, and the deserters collided head-on with the foot knights who were attacking the high ground and were led by Angot, the Count of Mountain Rock Castle.

The Earl of Fort Hill Rock had no polite intention of deserting the soldiers, and under the watchful eye of the "Byrne Governors", and under the charge of killing a royal heir with his own hands, the Sakran Legion finally "quickly" regained its morale and marched to the high ground with the Byrne Legion.

Despite this, the Sakrand Legion, which had suffered heavy casualties, was still unable to capture the heights from beginning to end.

Flank battlefield, Imperial Boulevard.

"~We are singing loudly today~ Drinking aged wine~ Wine glasses ping-pong ringing~ Crying next to relatives and friends... Dear sweetheart~ We are going to Sackland~Sackland~~~......"

Under the hunting Azorean elf battle flag, the elven prince with a wine table and fruits lazily slumped on the chaise longue, quietly admiring the battlefield that had been turned into a flesh mill, and was in a very happy mood.

After giving the final order to close the siege, he let go of the last reins - the army of 100,000 Azorean elves was thrown into battle and strangled with Loren Turin's army.

If this is gambling, he has already pressed all his bets, the dice have been rolled, whether he wins or loses has nothing to do with him, and the outcome is determined by heaven.

Of course, in the opinion of Rodria Azores, he won the battle.

Throwing out the insignificant tidal flat position, even if Loren Turin really crushed the defenders of the highlands in one go, it would definitely not be easy to take the highlands regardless of casualties.

Then again, what if he captures him?

It is true that the Azorean army suffered heavy casualties, and the price paid by Loren Turin was definitely not small, but it was the Imperial Avenue behind him that supported the continuation of this war game, and the reinforcements that came from the mainland continued to support him.

For the Imperials, it was an all-out war for the continuation of the dynasty, and for the Azorean elves, it was also a life-and-death battle for survival.

If it wins, the form of the war will be completely reversed, and the empire will even be leaderless because of the collapse and fragmentation;

In the event of defeat, the Azorean elves will have to retreat to the coastal line, where they will gather all their forces and fight a real battle with the Empire to decide the fate of both sides.

So let's take this game to the end, Loren Turin!

Under the siege of the Azores on three sides, the vanguard of the Byrne legion, which had to give up retreating and break through, but could not tear through the encirclement network, had to form a circular shield wall on the north side of the wooden fence, and the passive defense struggled.

Such a makeshift patchwork of "defensive lines" was destined to be of little effect, and the Byrne fighters, who could not see any hope of breaking through, were even more demoralized and unable to continue;

Soon, gaps in the line appeared, and the excited elven warriors swarmed up like beasts smelling blood, and the witchers and Byrne knights put up a desperate resistance, finally halting the collapse.

But that's all... Anyone could see that there was no hope left for them.

Staring at the battlefield, the little prince held the wine glass in his hand, which trembled slightly with excitement, and drank the wine syrup in the glass.

He felt that he had begun to fall in love with the blood-red drink, more suitable for him than the watery syrup of the Azorean elves.

Compared with the siege warfare that consumes too much patience, the head-to-head confrontation with a bit of risk and the one-sided slaughter are more in line with your character!

It's time to give the hapless bastards the final blow and surprise Loren Torino.

"Give the order to the fighters in the front row to remove the encirclement on the front of the avenue. ”

The elven prince ordered.

"Uh... Yes, obey!"

The samurai who gave the order hurriedly knelt down on one knee, with a hint of hesitation in his voice.

"Questions?" the elven prince raised an eyebrow.

"Don't dare!"

"Oh, don't do that, I'm not a devil. Rodria sighed: "If you have any questions, just say them, you can discuss them!"

"The subordinates don't dare, but ......" The elven warrior hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but speak: "Since the battle situation is already clear, why do you deliberately take this risk?"

"That's right. ”

The elven prince shrugged, and his expression became interesting: "Your Excellency, have you ever hunted rabbits?"

"Rabbit hunting?"

"That's right, when I was a kid, I used to go rabbit hunting with my stupid brother, and of course, most of the time I was told to watch from the sidelines, and not to interfere with my brother's show. ”

"Although I can only watch from the sidelines, I have found a pattern in it - the stupid brother often sets a three-sided trap at the same time, deliberately leaving a gap on one side to give the rabbit a chance to escape. ”

"At first, I believed the nonsense of the adults, and I really thought that it was because the brother had a good heart and did not want to kill too much, but then I found out that it was often the three-sided trap that could not catch a few rabbits, and more often fell under the arrows of the stupid brother. ”

"Although his archery skills are not very good, even compared to the warriors of the Four Courts, he doesn't even need to aim when dealing with these rabbits; ”

The elven prince smiled happily, but a little cold sweat broke out on the samurai's forehead.

"Your Highness, Your Highness means ......"

"If we just surround them like this, these Imperial people will break the pot and fight us to the end—although I also believe that with all the samurai, you will be able to defeat the enemy against all odds, but of course, this kind of needless casualties can be fewer. ”

"Let them live, give them a little hope of 'I can win' and 'live', even if it seems like a trap, the desperate people who fall into the water will not let go of this last straw. ”

Then again, true despair is often not the moment when we grasp the last glimmer of hope and finally watch it shatter. ”

The elven prince smiled happily: "Then ......"

"We'll be able to hunt rabbits... Do you have any questions, Your Excellency?"

"No, nothing!"

"Very well, then go and carry out the order. ”

"Obey ——!"

Looking at the samurai who left in a hurry, the elven prince sighed and slowly looked back - a few dozen steps behind him, there was a quietly erected launcher:

"I really like to hunt lions more than rabbits. ”

"Especially... Golden Lion!"

........................

"Bell ——!"

The moment before the long knife approached, the short sword in the gray-eyed boy's right hand stabbed out at the same time, the sparks of the blade and the tip of the sword exploded in front of Lanmaros's eyes, and the Earl of Lake City, who closed his eyes, still relied on instinct to stab the saber in his right hand into the elven warrior's chest.

"Poof——!

With a terrible scream, Ramalos, who had turned his saber between his chest and ribs, pulled out the blade with all his strength, and the smelly hot liquid gushed out, making him lick the moistened corners of his mouth excitedly.

"Thanks!"

As he spoke, the saber-wielding Ramalos had already pounced on the next enemy, his dexterity and ferocious movements not like a cavalry commander but more like a human-looking beast.

"The problem now is not just thanks!" Lusen, gritting his teeth, followed Lanmaros's movements, blocking enemies on both sides and back for him:

"If we continue to fight like this, it will only be a matter of time before we die here, hurry up and find a way, Lord Earl!"

"Figured out? hehe... It's so bad luck that they are going to die and have no place to bury, so what else can they do?" laughing self-deprecatingly, the long knife in Lanmaros' hand never stopped:

"Since there is no way out, how about fighting to the death?!"

"Can you think of something a little more reliable?!"

"Bang ——!"

The moment the spear fell head-on, the two of them turned backwards almost at the same time and dodged sideways - Lusen, who was backhanded, directly pierced the neck of the spear elf warrior, and Lanmaros, who seized the opportunity, raised his foot and stepped on the body of the spear, slashed off the palm of the spear holding the spear head-on, and snatched the spear.

"There is no reliable idea, but there is a way to die!"

Ranmaros, who laughed loudly, swung his knife in his right hand, raised the spear he had snatched in his left hand, and pointed it at the Imperial Avenue in front of him: "Why don't we just rush all the way over and kill them?!"

"You lunatic, you're crazy, aren't you?!"

"Perhaps, but don't you think that the enemy who is surrounding us head-on has become less than just now?"

That's right......

Although it was only a faint feeling, the gray-eyed boy did feel that the positive pressure was much less than just now—the most direct evidence was that he actually had spare time to cover this madman who didn't want to die.

It shouldn't be, it stands to reason that all the enemy's elite main forces are pressed on the Imperial Avenue, how can there be a sudden shortage of troops, can it be......

"Traps?"

"Probably. Nodding heavily, Rammales slung his spear over his shoulder: "But don't you think it's worth a try—if we succeed, we can still turn this battle around." ”

"That's right, but to do so is to jump into the enemy's trap without hesitation, which is no different from looking for death!"

"Staying here anyway is a dead death, why don't you die a vigorous death?!"

"This is also a bang?!"

"This is the Byrne's thump - you owe allegiance to a Byrnean duke, and you deserve to die like a Byrne, you deserve it, Elems Boy!"

Looking at Lanmaros's shining eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, and Lusen couldn't know what to say.

Because he found that deep down in his heart, he was actually looking forward to it.

Died for Lord Loren's victory, and died a vigorous death, so that he will always remember this moment... Why does this crazy suicidal act sound so tempting?

Am I crazy too?

"Boom ————————!!!!"

The roar of the explosion exploded behind him, and the first thing the gray-eyed boy who returned to reality from his trance saw was the excited expressions of several witchers behind him.

And the screams that accompanied the explosion.

"Long live the Black Duke——! Long live Loren Turin——————!!!!"

Duke... Lord Loren is here?!

Shocked, Lusen had no maneuver at all from the people around him, and his face was full of nervousness and dismay.

No, absolutely not, the current Lord Loren is not ......

"Ah, even the Duke is here, it seems that we are not the only madmen in this place!"

The spear swept and "snap!" Ranmaros, who smashed the elven warrior's skull, grinned, squirting brains and blood all over his face, making his expression extremely hideous.

"Byrne, kill the enemy with me!"

"...... to our duke"

"Glory ——!"

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