With his heart pounding, Jason rushed out like an arrow from a string.

Skill-level [Charge] not only has a farther distance than the basic level [Charge], but also has a faster speed.

However, the maximum distance of 30 meters is not enough to really get close to the chariot regiment that comes from a distance.

So, when the [Charge] effect was about to wear off, Jason launched [Charge] again.

Once again, a large amount of blood poured into the heart.

It is then sent from the heart to all parts of the body.

Almost instantly, Jason's body temperature rose by two degrees.

Then, Jason just slowed down and raised again.

The non-stop [Charge] caused the consumption of physical strength to begin to increase, but Jason couldn't manage so much at this time.

You know, chariots aren't just crushing!

It, as well as the turret.

It, as well as machine guns.

Once stopped, it becomes a target.

Previously, Maika was obviously affected by the occult ritual, and the sudden power made the other party forget and want to kill him by the most primitive means, so he didn't fire.

But the chariot regiment in front of you will not.

Jason could already see that the muzzles were constantly turning.

After the machine gun, the shooter was also ready.

Therefore, he can only charge!

He wants to use the speed of the charge to make these vehicles temporarily unhitable.

As for the long term?

Jason was not sure to dodge the dense fire cover.

He only hoped that the commander of the tank regiment would have some patience.

Jason's agility has been 2.5, [Charge] after 0.5, Jason has reached 3 agility, and has a 2.7 physique, which makes him much stronger than an average sprinter.

Da-da-da-da!

Boom Boom!

Bullets chase after Jason.

Shells kept falling on both sides.

With nearly four times the perception of ordinary people, Jason accurately judged the muzzle and muzzle of the gun, so as to dodge bullets and shells in advance.

At this moment, Jason, in the rain of bullets, has reached the extreme of the cooperation of perception and body.

The soldiers of the chariot regiment, Edward and others in the barracks all clearly saw a figure constantly charging, shuttling, and wandering back and forth in the smoke of gunpowder.

"Is this the strength of a solo battle?"

Little Bancy couldn't help but mutter.

"Quick!"

"Speed up the removal of these weapons and ammunition."

"Part of it was shipped back to New Del City."

"The rest, build fortifications with me!"

"We can't let Jason die for nothing!"

Edward reacted quickly, shouting loudly.

In Edward's opinion, Jason is really launching a sworn charge, and it is impossible to survive, although he may be able to fight one or two at first, but what about afterward?

With a decrease in physical strength.

A drop in concentration is inevitable.

And in the hail of bullets, this is a game of death.

But again, with the ability to dodge bullets for a short time, Jason didn't have to.

Jason was fully conditioned to evacuate safely.

But why didn't Jason do it?

Because, here he is!

They're friends!

He won't leave his friends behind and run away.

And how could Jason leave him?

Thinking of this, Edward had already burst into tears.

Little Bancy reacted a little slowly, but Little Bancy, who was not stupid, understood Jason's intentions the next moment.

From the very beginning when he asked Jason for help, Jason did not hesitate, calmly analyzed everything, laid out the situation, used Griffin as a prisoner, found out the location of the 'minister', and then acted quickly.

And now?

Jason acted again.

As always, he didn't hesitate.

Just waved his hand...... Is it a farewell?

Little Bancy burst into tears.

He silently picked up his mortar.

He had to find a suitable position to fire the cannon.

Even if it's just one shell, he's going to give Jason reinforcements.

"Friendship?"

Griffin looked at Bansey, who was carrying a mortar and walking to the side, and looked at Edward, who had taken out mines from the wooden box of the army, and he couldn't help but whisper.

How could there be such a fool?

Is it bad to be alive?

It's all about being alive.

Only by living can there be hope.

to be able to turn the tables on the Jedi.

"Griffin, let's go, it's time for us to retreat!"

Fishbone Street residents with weapons and ammunition greeted Griffin.

"Here we are."

Griffin turned and walked away.

It is said that some of them returned to Xinde City with weapons and ammunition to form a new defensive line.

In fact, in the entire barracks, Edward and Bancy Jr. were left.

The residents of 'Fishbone Street' did not dare to disobey Her Majesty's order, but it was not they who arranged the retreat, so naturally they would not stay really desperate.

"Those two fools, do you really think you can withstand the entire chariot regiment?"

"No, it's three!"

"The one who rushed out first was the stupidest!"

The returning team walked quickly, but that didn't stop them from talking in a low voice.

A joke in line with 'Fishbone Street' rang out in the ranks.

It was accompanied by bursts of laughter that could not be said to be self-deprecating or sarcastic.

And in the midst of this group of people, suddenly a voice sounded.

"yes, what a fool."

"It looks like a hero though."

"Heroes don't live long!"

"We are all rats in the 'gutter', and we can't be heroes!"

That's what Griffin said.

He used a higher voice, no longer a whisper, as if a high-pitched voice could give himself great determination.

It's just that......

With such a sound, the team that was originally advancing quickly was stunned.

Although it was back to normal immediately, there was no sound on the way back.

The silence is frightening.

At the very least, Griffin was flustered, and besides, he had a feeling of emptiness inside.

Jason is dead.

Edward was dead.

Little Bancy is dead.

I'm still alive, isn't it?

We just met in Pingshui, although there is a little friendship, but it is also a little friendship forced by the situation, the big deal is that after they die, I live with their wishes.

Needless to say, Jason definitely wanted to eat more food.

Edward?

emmmm, it should be a girlfriend...... Right?

Little Bancy?

He has always wanted to stock up on a few heavy cannons, which can be done with a little effort and a little more money.

In the days to come, I will eat delicious food, make all kinds of girlfriends, and accumulate all kinds of heavy firepower, isn't it good to have such a day?

Griffin's mind kept fantasizing about days like this.

But this should be a beautiful day in his opinion, but there is no color.

It's just black and white.

There was only silence.

In a world without color and sound, images are like puppets, lifeless.

On the contrary, those days when he was bickering with little Bancy, being pressed to the ground by Edward, and trembling under Jason's eyes, were colorful and pleasant.

He longed for such a day.

Instead of retracting into the 'gutter' and continuing to cheat and cheat.

Trample!

Griffin, who was mixed in with the team of 'Fishbone Street', suddenly stopped.

Then, he turned and ran back.

At a faster pace than when you came.

"Griffin!"

"Griffin!"

There were shouts from the crowd, but Griffin didn't look back at all, his friend was in the barracks, how could he turn back? A slow step made him feel uncomfortable.

Man.

Always such impulsive creatures.

When he is hot, he will always do irrational things.

The corners of Griffin's mouth couldn't help but turn up, and he couldn't suppress his smile.

At this moment, he is happy, he is happy.

You may regret it afterwards.

But now?

He wanted to go back to the barracks.

And then?

Live and die together.

Tread, stomp.

In the sound of hurried footsteps, Edward, who was beginning to plant mines in the barracks, suddenly felt a darkness in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw Griffin gasping for breath due to the rapid movement.

Surprise and astonishment flashed in Edward's eyes.

Then, it turned into a smile.

"We're F4 in New Del City, so of course we can't just have three left."

Griffin said.

"Yes, Punisher!"

Edward corrected.

Griffin had already run to the weapons warehouse.

A team of 100 men, of course, could not have removed the weapons warehouse of this barracks, and he went straight to the place where the mortars were kept, which were so loved by the inhabitants of 'Fishbone Street' that they were almost swept away.

But there are still two doors left.

There are also two boxes of ammunition.

Griffin picked it all up and ran straight out.

"Leave me one."

Edward said as Griffin passed by.

"Hmm."

Griffin nodded, leaving behind a mortar and an ammunition box.

Then, continue to rush forward.

Edward dug the pit again and planted the mines.

The barracks are the inevitable place for the chariot regiment to enter, and these mines will greatly delay the opponent's time and buy more time for the city of New Germany.

That's all he can do.

The rest?

He couldn't think of it.

I don't want to think about it anymore.

His friends and partners have gone to war.

Next, it's his turn.

Armed with his mortar and ammunition box, Edward turned and rushed to the battlefield.

Rumble!

The shell exploded again behind him.

Jason was unharmed, but his heart broke again.

This is the third time it has cracked!

After a lot of physical exhaustion and his heart was overwhelmed, Jason's [Charge] turned into a real outlaw charge.

Thankfully, though, he was already within easy reach of the chariot regiment.

Similarly, the dangers are skyrocketing.

The shells of the chariot regiment may have been a little sluggish

But the network of fire composed of machine guns is layer after layer.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

Jason knows that.

But this was the first time he had experienced this.

In front of him, more than 5 machine guns were strafing, not only completely blocking his path, but also making it more difficult for him to dodge, and to make matters worse, the chariot regiment was changing formation, and more machine guns would inevitably join him.

At this time, there is no need to hesitate.

Jason was ready to charge again and break through the fire.

And at this very time

Chirping!

Rumble!

The sound of a cannonball falling sounded.

The turret of one of the combat vehicles was hit on target.

Bang!

The tank was blown up directly.

The machine gunners, who were firing wildly, startled the sudden scene, and just as they were stunned, two shells fell.

Rumble!

Bang!

A shell missed.

One shell hit accurately.

"Get moving!"

"Let's all move!"

The machine gunner, who was passing by by the shells, yelled at the driver.

The airtight firepower network suddenly stagnated, and an opening appeared.

Jason seized the opportunity and rushed straight in.

And in the bottom of his heart, he silently thanked Bancy Jr., Edward, and Griffin (although you didn't hit)!

This opportunity, Jason firmly grasped.

When he entered the chariot position, the grenades he hung on his body were thrown out like scattered flowers, each grenade was fast, fast, and extremely accurate.

Either the heat dissipation windows of the chariot or the track axles of the chariot.

A throwing technique derived from the Griffin Shooting Technique.

It may be lacking, but at this time, it is just right

Boom, boom!

With a series of explosions, the three tanks around Jason stopped in place.

And that's just the beginning.

Keep wandering, keep throwing.

With the sound of explosions, more tanks stopped.

And this immobile chariot became a fixed target for Edward, Bansey Jr., and Griffin in the distance.

Chirping!

Bang!

Mortar shells fell one after another.

Destroying one chariot after another.

But such destruction, compared to the total number of tank regiments, was just over a tenth.

In less than half a minute, the elite chariot regiment of the 'Silver Federation' reacted, and they dispersed directly, effectively closing the distance between themselves and Jason, and the turret began to turn, looking for three mortar firing positions in the distance.

Bang, bang!

The dense cannonball coverage caused Edward's three to be directly muted.

Jason, who had lost his support, was once again blocked by a network of machine-gun fire.

Jason is in trouble again.

Moreover, this time it is much more dangerous than before.

Not only is there no support, but also because the elite of these chariot regiments put away their contempt and began to treat them in earnest.

Suddenly, Jason's pressure doubled.

He wanted to turn around and walk away now.

But......

His main quest is: [Gain the approval of Xinde City].

Although the recognition has reached 500% at this moment, the main quest is not over.

But once Xinde City is destroyed, the main quest will be a complete failure.

Therefore, he could not retreat!

Call! Call!

Adjusting his breathing, Jason dodged the coverage of the firenet.

The dodge area is getting smaller and smaller, but Jason's eyes are getting calmer and calmer.

He counted the distance.

And then

A sword out!

The ten-meter-long lightsaber is gone in a flash!

A chariot in front of him was split in two.

At the same time, a lot of physical exhaustion of him, his heart was broken again.

And that's not all.

After a slight pause, he was caught by the machine-gun net.

The machine gunners who finally caught Jason pulled the triggers one by one.

Da-da-da-da!

In less than two seconds, Jason was beaten into a puddle of rotten meat.

At dawn at night, in the billowing smoke and dust, Jason, who had turned into a puddle of rotten meat, was hidden.

The machine gunners stopped firing.

Edward, Bancy Jr., and Griffin in the distance watched this scene in despair.

Then, gritting their teeth, they propped up the mortar again.

They were going to see off their friends with the sound of cannons.

See them off as well.

But at this time

A bright, brilliant sword light once again cut through the darkness.

Sword of Dawn!

Fearless!

Another vehicle was chopped apart, and the net of fire smashed Jason once again.

But the next moment, the Sword of Dawn slashed out again!

Bang!

Another chariot was chopped apart.

"Shoot!"

"Don't stop!"

"Don't give him a chance to breathe!"

Da-da-da-da!

Bang bang bang!

An order from the commander of the chariot regiment turned Jason's location into a scorched earth.

Even if it can be resurrected.

But such a resurrection still takes time.

The body was completely shattered.

Restructuring is required.

But before it was reorganized, it was smashed again.

Jason fell straight into a vicious circle.

Satiety begins to plummet.

Looking at this scene, the commander hidden in a certain tank sneered contemptuously.

"Heh, what age are they? Anyone else chooses the knight charge? ”

"Worthy of someone who has practiced the secret art of dawn."

"What stupidity! Idiot! ”

"Don't you know that as early as three hundred years ago, when the Dawn Church perished, it showed that the knight set had long been outdated!"

His voice unconsciously became higher.

Through the on-board radio, such a sound was heard on all tanks.

People nodded their heads in acknowledgment.

Knight?

Cavalry?

The splendor of cold weapons?

Long gone.

The net of fire laid by the machine guns has long torn apart the last pride of the so-called 'brilliance'.

The rest?

It's the face of falling in the mud.

Trampled repeatedly.

Three hundred years ago, this scene played out.

Three hundred years later, the scene is repeated.

But......

There are a few differences.

Three hundred years ago, there was no chance.

But three hundred years later, there is another opportunity.

The body was reorganized and broken.

The pain came like a tidal wave.

Jason was awake at first.

But then, the consciousness became slightly blurred under the pain of a **.

The artillery fire and gunsmoke in front of him seemed to have disappeared.

All that's left is ......

A tree-lined path.

There is also the sound of chopping, chopping.

The trees around him were so lush that Jason couldn't see the lumberjack, and he involuntarily stepped onto the trail towards the location where the sound was coming from.

After he had passed through a small wooded area, a small log cabin appeared there.

A tall old man with a white beard was wielding an axe in front of the wooden house, chopping the stake in front of him.

The old man was dressed in simple linen clothes, barefoot, and his arms were bare-armed, and the strong muscles on his arms did not have the slightest sense of old age, giving people only an explosive sense of strength.

Chop!

With an axe, the thigh-thick wooden stake was split in two like tofu.

Then, the old man turned his head and looked at Jason.

"Are you unwilling?"

The old man asked.

Jason, who was in a trance, couldn't help answering, but his body moved involuntarily.

He nodded.

The old man smiled.

"It's very similar to my disciple."

"It's all so stubborn."

"There's nothing to be reluctant to, this is the times in itself."

"The era of the old and the new."

"The old will eventually be eliminated, and the new will become the master of the present."

"Even if you are unwilling."

The old man said slowly.

"You—You're not reconciled?"

Jason asked, confused.

"Of course!"

"Otherwise, why am I here?"

"Otherwise, why did I meet you?"

"I can't change anything else that's happened, but here's ...... I want to try. ”

"Will you help me?"

The old man nodded, and then looked at Jason with a solemn expression.

"Help?"

Jason was stunned.

Not to mention, he didn't know how to help.

Just because of the situation he encountered, he couldn't help it anymore.

His death is just a matter of time.

"You agree?"

"Thank you."

The old man looked at Jason with delight.

I didn't say yes?!

Jason looked at the old man in confusion.

The old man patted Jason's shoulder hard and slapped it three times in a row.

He smiled.

"Sure enough, he is a good boy like my disciple."

"You're all gifted."

"You all go forward with pride."

"You all experience honor, death, gluttony."

"You may not remember, but now, you can call me the last knight of the dawn, Gong Lansen!"

The vision blurred again.

The sound was even more indistinct.

Jason couldn't hear the voice anymore.

Artillery fire and gunpowder smoke covered everything about him.

Then, he found that he could move.

He stood up.

Bullets, shells, at this moment seemed to have lost their effect on him.

Then, the power of the Sword of Dawn began to condense within his body.

But unlike before, this time the power of the Sword of Dawn was ten times stronger than when he applied it before...... No, a hundredfold!

The next moment

Sword, out!

Long......

Kilometer!

Nothing is chopped!