In the summer of 189 in the Holy Light Calendar, the morning mist slowly dissipated in the gradually strong sunlight. The wind shuttled back and forth between the warriors like mischievous elves, occasionally pulling the corners of the warriors' coats and letting them fly through the air for a while.

As if feeling the pressure in advance, the birds flew away from the middle of the battlefield, leaving a flat, clean field. This is where the life-and-death struggle is about to take place. I don't know what the warriors who will be buried here think of the land they have chosen, but even if they are not satisfied, there is nothing they can do.

Finally, the mist lifted, revealing the mighty armies on either side. Ammousi's army, led by Charles II, was in the south, with its back to the city of Lower Lorraine. On the left flank were 15,000 men of Allen, and on the right flank were the troops of 15,000 men of the Duke of Bashir and Duke Manuel. In the middle was the 50,000-strong troops of Charles II and the Duke of Lawrence.

In view of the fact that the impulsive behavior of the Duke of Manuel had caused a great loss of strength, Charles II put him on the right flank, and put the Duke Lawrence by his side to strengthen the power in the middle.

Allen boarded the makeshift command platform, the combined forces of the two sides were nearly 200,000 people, and the battle line stretched for a full ten kilometers, even if he climbed the high platform six or seven meters high, his line of sight could not touch the entire battlefield.

King Paul of the Moslian Empire is really powerful, Alan sighed secretly. Looking through the telescope, the rows of soldiers were neatly arranged, and the nobles who should have been loosely disciplined were also waiting for each other, obviously having been strictly trained. The soldier's equipment is like a standard equipment, no longer those family heirloom suits that have been used for decades.

In the middle of the battle array, a golden lion flag on a black background fluttered on a tall flagpole, which was the coat of arms of Tutankhamun's royal family. The Golden Lion Banner is guarded by hundreds of flags, large and small, each representing a noble family of lords.

Due to the fact that the magnification of the telescope is too low, the more specific Allen cannot be seen. He handed the binoculars to Guy on the side and asked him to observe the enemy.

Alan turned to a blonde-haired, nun-dressed woman on the left and said, "I'm very sorry, but I have no choice but to ask Miss Victoria to watch the battle."

Victoria stared at Alan viciously, not answering Alan's accosting. When he set out in the morning, Alan broke into the monastery with his soldiers, saying that he had invited himself to be a military observer. Isn't this just a clear show that you don't believe in yourself and take yourself hostage? Victoria's disgust for Allen deepened.

Alan saw that Victoria didn't talk to her, and knew that her actions had completely annoyed her. So he had to touch his nose, turn his head to the right, and say to Fiona, "Why did you come with you?" Why don't you follow your father?"

Fiona is still wearing a suit of armor today, but the difference is that today's armor is covered with a cloak as bright red as Alan, which shows the demeanor of a heroine.

"My father is not worried about you, so let me come and protect you." Fiona glanced at Victoria next to her, and then said to Alan.

Alan frowned and said, "Even your little body wants to protect me?" Uncle Lawrence is too, the battlefield is so dangerous, how can you let a girl go to the battlefield. ”

Fiona didn't say anything, and turned her head with a snort.

Alan touched his head, and finally could only snatch Guy's telescope and say to Guy, "Guy, do you see something?"

While Alan was looking at Moslian's side, King Paul was also observing Charles II's army.

The most conspicuous is undoubtedly Charles II's left wing, whose bright red banner and cloak dye the entire left wing red, especially in this era of poor color.

King Paul stretched out his horsewhip and pointed in Allen's direction and asked, "Whose army is that?"

Just, Duke of Lorraine, replied, "That's the Duke of Ouranos, the army led by Essis."

King Paul stared for a moment and said, "Gavin, you and Justter go to the right flank."

Duke Justter asked in surprise: "Your Majesty, I am in charge of the left wing, why did you let me go to the right wing." Changing formations in battle is a taboo for soldiers, so why did King Paul do this? Just's heart was uneasy, if he had found something.

King Paul looked back at Duke Justter and said, "Do you dare to disobey?"

Duke Justter hurriedly said, "Don't dare, the minister will go now."

Only then did King Paul withdraw his gaze, look at the golden fleur-de-lis flower flag looming in the distance, and remain silent.

After a long time, King Paul raised his right hand and, under the gaze of everyone, said, "Prepare to attack!"

After hearing King Paul's order, the heralds around him immediately rode and ran, shouting as they ran: "Prepare to attack!" The loud sound of attack suddenly centered on King Paul and spread out in all directions.

The drummer heard the order and struggled to hammer the drum weighing hundreds of kilograms. The dull sound of the drums was like thunder at this moment, awakening the lurking beast in everyone's heart. As if sensing a strong danger, the horse kicked its hooves restlessly, neighed, and then, under the soothing of the knight, calmed down again.

The moment the knights' attendants heard the sound of the drums, like lit engines, quickly helped the knights to load their heavy riding spears. In order to reduce the physical exertion of the knight and ensure that the cavalry lance is not prone to deflection during the charge, the tail of the cavalry spear is hung on the hook on the saddle after the knight holds the cavalry lance.

When the drums came from King Paul, Charles II gave the same order to prepare for battle. A full five thousand heavy cavalry crossed the array of archers in the front row, ready to go.

On both sides were thousands of knights, and the mounted spears erected seemed to be a dense forest that suddenly appeared in front of the two armies.

The wind that was originally whistling on the battlefield from time to time seemed to feel a strong killing intent at this moment, and fled in a hurry. Although there were hundreds of thousands of people in the twins, there was an eerie silence. Every warrior held their breath at this moment, as if the slightest sound would break the balance, and a landslide would ensue!

This peace slowly transforms into a heavy pressure on everyone's heart, this is the pressure from death, this is the pressure to survive! And the tens of thousands of knights, the source of the pressure, were directly affected by the pressure. Many knights seemed to feel that the heavy armor was getting tighter, and the heavy, visibility-obstructing helmet blocked breathing. The wheezing sound became heavier and heavier, and everyone's heart was deflated, and this fire burned more and more under this pressure.

Alan stood on the podium, feeling the same pressure. Holding on to the railing, he clenched it tighter and tighter, and at the same time unconsciously gasped for air. Just when Alan couldn't help it and wanted to yell out.

King Paul and Charles II sounded the horn of attack at the same time! The distant sound of trumpets overlapped and converged in the middle of the battlefield. There was only one voice, but Alan felt that it was the opening sound of a huge, earth-shattering symphony!