The helmet's eye slits restricted his vision, and Lun could only see straight ahead, but when he turned his head, he saw three hammer carts leaning against the central plaza, and a catapult that was desperately throwing asphalt rolling stones as cover.

The men of Vegia streamed out of the gap, and the "wedge-shaped procession" he ordered, and the cavalry troops were intertwined with long spears, and he served as the tip of the spear, and everyone rode very closely, their knees colliding with each other with the undulation of their horses, leaning against the high wall, the black and white battle flags fluttering in the wind, the white bears and the black eagles dancing together, and the team went around the bottom of the fort, and the speed of the march gradually increased.

Arrows shot out of the walls, stones swirled overhead, slamming blindly into the ground, shattering steel and flesh, and the Arc de Triomphe was ahead, and the enemy army swarmed forward, pushing a huge iron oak battering ram and rushing towards the cavalry.

"Spear ready." Lune ordered that the speed of the battering ram should not be slowed down in the slightest, and that they began to charge, with archers armed with demon breakers surrounding them, and aimed and fired as soon as anyone appeared on the gate tower.

The ground was damp and sticky, full of mud and blood, and his horse tripped over a corpse, its hooves slipping on the mud, and he almost jumped out of the queue, but Lune was able to hold his horse steady and maintain balance.

The enemy army under the city gate roared and rushed up, meeting the onslaught of the cavalry with flesh and blood.

Lune raised his greatsword and shouted, "Long live Veguia." The soldiers shouted in response, and the lancers flew out, letting out a long screech of steel tearing through silk, and the hooves of the rolling horses and the blades of spears and spears merged into fire.

The battering ram was quickly forgotten in the mud, and those who embraced it either fled or fought to the death, and Lune rode his horse to knock down a soldier with a shield held high, and a sword cut off his arm from the shoulder to the armpit, and then another sword sliced through the opponent's helmet, this greatsword was a rather rare enchanted weapon, not legendary but also powerful, and Lune used it with ease, the shield shattered where the sword went, and the hand broke off and the flesh was separated.

Through the padded steel helmet, the wails of pain were heard, the crackling of the flames, the loud battle horns, and the roars of the griffons, blood and fire everywhere.

The lancers finally crossed the battering ram, and the enemy began to flee, and Lune looked to the left and right, but there was no Tashanmu, and they rode their horses through the scattered corpses, slitting the throats of every enemy who lay down.

"Well done."

The man rode up to Lune's side and slammed his gauntlet into the chest with his right fist, "This city is ours." ”

"It's a pity that I didn't find Tashanmu."

Lune straightened his helmet and chatted with his companions as they led the procession through flickering fires and smoky ashes, past the ruins of the residential area, and onto the long bridge of lords.

"It's not that easy."

The companion smiled, he was very young, his black hair was neatly combed and parted, even after a bloody battle, he was not much messy, he was wearing black armor, his helmet was surrounded by sunburst diamonds, the eagle on the helmet had ruby eyes, and the female eagle on both shoulders was clasped with a long, heavy golden cloak, which hung down to cover the horse's hips, and the horse armor was also gilded, and it was decorated with the eagle coat of arms of the Charles family.

Charles Charlie, the new king of the country of Iyo, his father is the famous hero Nelson Charlie, who led 10,000 people in the battle of "Nightmare Return" to block the raiding dragon tide in the Broken Mountain Fortress, and fought to the death until the last 214 people, afterwards, the emperor of the Northern Empire ordered people to mourn and posthumously named him the "Eagle King", Charles Charlie is also known as the "Son of the Eagle".

After Nelson's death, the battered Nation of Aiyo should have been annexed by other countries in the El Sala region, but Charles's ascension to the throne quickly saved the country from the shadow of its vitality (of course, with the blessing and support of the Black Wing Empire), and in the following five years, the country flourished, and it was vaguely the leader of the El Sala region.

"The one in the north didn't give up on Virgian in the end." Rune Joseph whispered, a shadow in the eyes of the hidden necromancer of Virginia.

Whoever it is should be dissatisfied, Lune thinks that he has given enough sincerity, as early as the beginning of the attack on Kohor, Vigia has cut off the retreat and surrendered to the north, but the other party has not responded for a long time, until the Vigians are exhausted and almost trapped to death by Tashanmu, and finally see the light - the arrival of Elsala reinforcements.

A week earlier, Charles had arrived with the army of Elsala at the behest of the Blackwing Empire, and not only helped Virgia relieve the siege of Fort Verre, and together with Rune Joseph, he cleared the entire city-state of Kohor hostile forces, but also began to launch a counteroffensive against the coalition forces of Tashanmu.

"Don't be angry." Charles patted him on the shoulder very sunnyly: "The Black Emperor estimated that he had no intention of starting a war with the Immortal Empire at the beginning, and he should have taken a lot of risks by interfering in the affairs of the upper part of his hands. ”

Luan Joseph pinned his great sword, and suddenly there was a little silence, and then he said, "When shall I see him?" ”

"I don't know." Charles smiled: "After all, I have only seen it on the mural, if I must see it, maybe there will be a chance after this war is over." ”

"Mortal Wars." Rune whispered meaninglessly.

……

When the last of the scouts returned to the castle at dawn, the maester came looking for him.

"Your Excellency." "We're in a rout," he said. ”

Tashanmu stared at a plate of oats, cane sugar and meat sausage in front of him in a daze, another sleepless night made him sore, hungry but only wanted to gag when he saw the food: "Enrehir hasn't replied yet?" ”

"Nope." "The southerners on Blanlin Island didn't move either. ”

"Send someone to invite again!" He slammed his fist on the plate, "Elshara has already entered the war, and it is impossible for the trade city-state to defend it with its own strength, and Enrehir wants me to surrender?" ”

"You're right." "We should now be on the defensive," said the Bachelor, "for the next target of our opponents is the Misne, who, if they are closed, will be able to keep Lune Joseph and his allies at bay from any further, and if necessary, the Grace will have enough food to sustain a year's siege." ”

"There won't be any siege." Tashanmu shook his head: "In the first day or two, they may set up camp to process the ladder and tie up the hooks, but once they find that it is useless, these guys will build a magic circle and forcibly teleport, and once they succeed, the fan will be broken through hundreds of locations at the same time, just like yesterday." ”

Under the layers of leather, steel and wool, Tashanmu was already sweating slightly: "I want wine, it's better to have a barrel." ”

The fire lit up in the lord's bedroom, and he sat by the fireplace, pouring a glass of midsummer from the cellar, which was produced in the hostile north, and tasted surprisingly good, and Tashanmu had decreed that no one in the city-state should trade with the northland, but he had a business in secret.

A reply from the south soon arrived, "The Empire of Immortality has promised to help, and Mance has led a large army up the river and marched northward. ”