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The sunlight reflects the ivory-white Lionheart Street of Ampesel, which was built in 1437 in the year of the First Death Month, when Charlesman, then the Priest of Ampesel, wrote the following chapter: 'The long street shone like snow as if it led to the Holy Ladder of the clouds'. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

Four hundred and sixty-five years ago, the White Lion Legion was inspected by the ancestor Eke from this long street; Now, four hundred and sixty-five years later, they are once again in the land.

Spears shine, armor beats snow.

"The enemy is the enemy."

Sir Franz stood in his makeshift position, watching rows of silver-white spear tips appear on the horizon at the other end of Lionheart's Long Street. The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and there was a cold glint in his eyes.

If the enemy is a white lion, what am I? Karen's defeat was still in sight, and he slowly raised his right hand, his fingers together, like a knife in the morning breeze.

But Karen is nothing more than waste.

The white lion motto, rest until death; But no matter who the enemy is, the legion is defeated - whether it is true or false, it is clear from the sword, it is a blood-stained blade, and words of praise are not empty words; Sir Franz looked up at the white lion's banner, a fortress forged with the blood of his enemies and his own, but how could the young man understand.

He never thought that there would be an army in this kingdom that could defeat the White Lion Legion today, not the other legions, nor the White Lion Guards of the past. To deny today is to betray history, and Sir Franz will never forget those battles that died in the November War.

Their blood will not be shed in vain.

So today he is going to prove this qiē with a sword and a longbow. From now on. The White Lions will always stand on this land, and their banner will never fade. And how can the fate of the people today be bound by history?

Not everyone has to live heavily to carry yesterday's ideals, just to save zài is also a kind of pride.

History speaks from strength.

"Ready—"

In the wind, there was a call with a strong local accent from the northern plateau.

Behind Sir Franz, the light infantry of the White Lion Legion of the Kingdom stepped forward, like a gray-white human wall, and raised their longbows one by one, and the iron-clad horns of the bow shone in the sunlight, forming a shaky, glittering band of light.

The commander squinted and estimated the distance.

The archers of the White Lion Legion of the Kingdom held their breath. They adjust their heartbeat to the coordination between their hands and eyes to the same level.

The commander finally nodded.

"A hundred paces away, no wind—"

"A hundred paces away, no wind—"

Sir Franz raised his hand in the air like a flag, and slashed forward:

"Put!"

Hum -

The air seemed to be evacuated. The bowstring seemed to be vibrating slowly at a very low frequency. The feathered arrows came out of the string, and the archers of the three hundred White Lion Legions released their arrows at the same time, and then, as if slowly, turned sideways, and pulled another arrow from the quiver behind them with their hands......

Moment.

Arrows flew in the sky like locusts.

The gaze of the young non-commissioned officer of the Royal Knight Academy rose with the feather arrows, and the neat cavalry formation produced a fluctuation like a ripple in the water pattern. Brando watched coldly, having experienced many wars, he knew that perhaps in every war, a dense longbow salvo was not the most casualty attack, but it was a great test for the army.

There are many examples of wars in Eruin that show that when a Suzhì inferior army is faced with a dense range of attacks, morale can drop dramatically. Because people will always instinctively seek to get out of trouble. Cowardice and eagerness can tear apart the formation, and even lead to a rout.

But war is the process of overcoming instincts.

"Keep up the speed!"

"Keep up the speed!"

Miuco, Bresson, and even Loka shouted hoarsely, and the cadets raised their shields as they steered their horses.

Cammel took a soft breath on the horse's back, his grayish-brown eyes fixed on the arrows that were getting higher and higher in midair, and his head was raised higher and higher

Although they had already experienced several battles before, this was the first time they had been thrown into a frontal battle, and there were no tactical requirements for the two sides to fight, and the competition was only pure will to fight.

And their opponents were no longer the vulnerable Hong Kong Guards - but those in gray and white armor with solemn expressions. The White Lion Legion of the Kingdom with uniform movements.

The Kingdom's Elite Warriors -

'Brush-'

The rain of arrows had arrived, and all the horseback knights leaned back slightly, and the arrows clanged down from them. The arrows had actually been slightly deformed before they even got close to them—an invisible layer of golden light stretched in the direction of the arrows, and by the time the arrows actually broke through the aura and hit everyone, they had actually lost most of their strength.

"It's magic!"

"It's an aura of conflict...... There are Templars in the opposing faction! There was a roar in the direction of the White Lion Legion.

The moment Cammel was shot, his mind felt like a blank slate. But when he shook his head and looked up, he saw a rain of arrows. At the front of the line, the infantry regiment in white heavy armor was breaking away from the group.

Countless arrows on top of it.

They're attracting firepower......

Canmel swallowed dryly, suddenly feeling a little dry in his throat.

Brando's sword in hand, his gaze firmly fixed on the position of the northern nobles, he was waiting for an opportunity, but this time was already close at hand.

He finally raised his sword, as if with all the strength of his body, and roared:

"White Lion Guard, listen to my orders and crush one of your enemies!"

"You were born glorious, so spread your wings and embrace your victory—"

"Whoever is the enemy, the Legion will win!"

The sword of the earth pointed into the sky, like a flag flying. The White Lion Guards let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, causing their enemies to change their faces.

In just a dozen seconds. The longbowmen of the White Lion Legion have already fired four rounds of feathered arrows. The flying arrow was like a storm that swept over every inch of land within a short distance of less than a hundred meters. The White Lions aren't good at long-range strikes, but that's only relative.

It's just pointless.

Sir Franz watched with astonishment as the holy white army was raining rain or shine, and the white lion banner was moving forward in the rain of arrows.

All the fire was concentrated on them, but nothing was accomplished; The sharpest arrows could not enter less than a foot around their bodies, and a layer of pale cyan light naturally bounced off the feathered arrows.

The archers switched several clusters of hunting arrows and conical armor-piercing arrows, but none of them worked.

On the contrary, the other side is gradually accelerating.

Outpacing the galloping horse.

Sir Franz's body was cold, he had seen the Cruz Broken Sword Regiment in the Highlands, the Stag Guards of St. Osore in the November War, and this army in front of him. can't help but make him feel as if he has returned to that nightmare era.

There is no one out of ten.

The blood shed in the war seems to have stained the horizon red.

"Let the mage regiment!" Sir Franz cried out almost through gritted teeth, and a thin layer of cold sweat was already on his forehead.

"My lord, the mage group is still behind!"

The 1st Swordsmen Regiment of the Jude Warband of the White Lion Regiment led by Sir Franz is a light infantry regiment whose purpose is to make a detour to the rear of the princess's party as quickly as possible. and truncate the back road.

He led a column of archers and a column of light infantry to reach the destination first, and even before he had time to rest, he formed out. Originally, I thought that blocking the other party's 200 people with 500 people was completely more than rubbing.

But now he only felt a piece of regret, and he underestimated the enemy. Sir Franz closed his eyes: "Quick, let the Grand Knight of Nicoloma come to the aid, let the Templars come to the support!" ”

"Damn, how can there be Templars in the enemy camp?! Those damn Cruz, they're just going back on their word......"

He turned around.

But you have to block the other party, even if it's to hold back, even if you pay the price.

The archers stepped back. Change the sword! White Lion Infantry, Front-"

Behind the archer, a spear is exposed.

But it was too late, and the White Lion Guards were now in front of the position.

This army, which seems to have emerged from the legend, is now really going to spread its wings to embrace their victory; The cyan lines that wrapped around their armor seemed to come to life, and they wrapped around each other, stretching out to the sides.

In an instant, a pair of turquoise wings with a wingspan of nearly ten meters stretched out behind all the warriors of the White Lion Guard.

Yes!

The infantrymen of the White Lion Legion, who had just raised their spears, watched in amazement as their enemies suddenly rose from the ground, not flying, but more terrible than flying - they leaped high and flew nearly twenty meters away. In an instant, the position of the White Lion Legion of the Kingdom was empty.

Isn't this the tactic of the Wind Elf Praetorian Guard? When Sir Franz looked up, his mind was blank.

It was also the last thought in his life.

In mid-air, spears rained down. One of the spears was so powerful that it pierced his heart for a split second before he could react, to the point of death. The leader of the First Swordsman Regiment of the Kingdom White Lion Legion even maintained that extremely surprised expression.

Astound.

Unwilling.

There is also the unbelievable.

The White Lion Legion of the Kingdom, which had left behind a corpse, was retreating, but not fleeing. Rather, it is forming an encirclement. The junior non-commissioned officers took over the command of Sir Franz, and although their morale was greatly low, they still had to complete the final mission of the regiment.

The White Lion Legion, until death.

Calgliss also had a big headache in the face of such a scene, and the White Lion Legion of the kingdom may not be the strongest army, but it is definitely the most difficult. The other party's glory supports them and they will never back down, but they only have one chance, and they must not let the other party entangle.

More than three swordsmen of the White Lion Legion are outflanking them, and if it's only a second late, it's the difference between hell and heaven.

As soon as he and his knights of the guard landed, they all made the same decision - to move forward. It is necessary to tear apart the opposing position, opening a path for the cadet knights behind them.

The young men from Tonigel are almost gone, but they are facing an equally fierce opponent. Powerful swordsmanship can only set off a wave of blood in the crowd. But the speed of this advance is not enough. Far from enough.

Karglis drew his lion's blade, his eyes almost red, and roared, "Push them away for me!" Even if it is a collision, it will open a bloody path for me. Listen up! You can only move forward, not backward! ”

"Whew!" Everyone was red-eyed.

The White Lion Guards completely abandoned their defenses, almost brutally advancing in the sea of people, and although a single attack by the White Lion Legion of the Kingdom could hardly do them any damage, the soldiers who did not hesitate to hold their arms and thighs one by one, dragging them so that they could not move in.

Karglis alone withstood the attacks of more than a dozen people, but it was only a moment of struggle that almost made him feel that he was beyond his limits. He gasped heavily, his white breath condensing under the visor of his helmet. The White Lion Guards finally began to take casualties, and finally someone was crushed by the soldiers of the White Lion Legion of the Kingdom, lifted his mask, and stabbed to death on the ground with a sword.

But the cost is not without a price.

The positions of the First Swordsmen of the Kingdom White Lion Regiment have finally begun to loosen.

Suddenly, Canmel heard a cheer in his ears. He looked left and right and saw that the cavalry formation was spreading out to the flanks, forming a thinner, wider shock formation.

This was about to start the shock, he suddenly thought. Sure enough, a group of knights on both wings were accelerating, and they took the lead with their flags held high.

Cammel happened to recognize the knights, the silver elf knight, the red-haired 'demon' lady - the mountain people believed that red-haired people had demonic blood, and Cammel was no exception, not to mention that Akane's fighting style was really unsightly. Mercenaries are notoriously fierce in battle.

Then there were the three knights of the Earl of Swallowburgh, and Cammel couldn't help but linger a little longer in the female knight. He was followed by Brason of Braggs, Senior Loka, and the cold-faced Muko.

Under their leadership, the cavalry formed a crescent formation; They were gradually accelerating, from trotting forward with their seated horses to galloping.

The ground shook and rolled like thunder.

Canmel heard someone screaming in his ear: "Speed up! Hasten! ”

"It's in the best range of the opponent!"

"If you don't want to die, don't stop!"

"Cavalry accelerate, keep in formation!"

Before he could react, Cammel felt a blow. He looked back. Seeing a black figure passing by him, he looked up and saw only a black cloak flying in the wind.

and the high-raised, pitch-black, broad blade of the sword.

Harangea, the sword of the earth.

It's 'Your Excellency Commander'.

This is what these non-commissioned officers and cadets call that person. Canmmel's eyes widened - was he going to join the charge too? In their minds, Brando should be a strategic commander. And not the knight who charges ahead.

But he opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and saw another slender figure walking side by side with His Excellency the Commander. It's Sir Overwell, the name of the lone wolf has already resounded throughout the kingdom, the old minister of the kingdom, Overwell Qing actually wants to charge side by side with him?

What a glory this is......

But who exactly glorifies whom.

Before Canmel could speak, one knight after another had already overtaken him and approached Brando, starting with the mercenary knights of the Rubis, these seasoned mercenaries surrounded their lord left and right, making Brando look like a king on the hunt.

Brando quickly answered the doubts in Canmel's mind with practical actions.

The positions of the First Swordsmen of the Kingdom White Lion Regiment have finally begun to loosen.

Your opportunity has arrived.

Brando withdrew his gaze from the left to the right, with Overwell and Nimesis on his left, and Charles, Tigerfinch, Andreg, and Mordface on his right.

These people are his companions.

The so-called companions.

They are all like-minded people.

He knew that some of them were with him in this world, and some of them were fighting with him in another history, but the two histories overlapped at this moment.

It's close at hand, either way. The whirring wind passed through his sideburns, and there seemed to be a sound in the wind—it was the long flute of Karasu.

The sound of the flute fluttered on the battlefield.

That year, they faced an enemy of an endless army of Madara. Just as now, right in front of them, the knights had their helmets straightened and cherished each other, ready to launch a final charge against the enemy.

What awaited them was a myriad of cold, emotionless, phospho-fire-like deaths.

At that moment, history overlapped with reality.

Then, charge.

He raised his sword and took the lead. The cloak flew like a black flame. Buchi, Reedenburg, Madara, and Yiqiē are all left behind, and the endless future unfolds ahead.

History has changed.

The cavalry roared behind him, forming three sharp arrows, their names were the cadets of the Royal Knight Academy, their names were the White Lion Guards of the Kingdom, and their names were the young future of Eruin.

The moment the huge trident of the battlefield pierced into the line of the White Lion Legion, to which the northern nobles belonged, this supposedly indestructible legion finally collapsed.

The cavalry was shouting and screaming, and the long sound of the horn was like a big hand sweeping across the battlefield, carrying the victory of all forward, and forward.

The encirclement of the White Lion Legion broke a gap.

This opening finally tore apart the darkest corner of Eruin's history. When Grand Knight Nicoloma arrived with reinforcements, he pale at the corner of the White Lion Legion's collapse, a sight he had never seen in his life.

Then he saw a black flame sweep out of the rout.

Beneath the flames, it was the young man's steely eyes, and the blade in his hand. Grand Knight Nicoloma unsheathed his sword, a Templar, and a yellow halo spread out around him.

Also Templar.

Canmel saw their commander staggered with the Templar Knight, and he didn't even have time to warn him that it was the Templar of the Templar, and he even recognized the other person - the Grand Knight of Nicoloma, one of the most golden masters of the Ampesel Templar.

But all Cammel could see was a continuous afterimage and the head of Grand Knight Nicoloma flying high.

"Ah......h

He couldn't even make a sound. All the non-commissioned officers and students of the Royal Knight Academy were completely stunned at this moment. What kind of swordsmanship is that, in the language of mortals, it is impossible to describe its eventuality.

The First Swordsman Regiment of the White Lion Legion collapsed.

The battlefield seemed to form a vortex of death, and the men of the Grand Knight of Nicoloma were also swept into this vortex, and they were crushed to pieces in an instant.

However, Brando was still advancing, and the young cavalry swept the flank of the Third Swordsman Regiment of the White Lion Legion, and then swept the Fourth Swordsman Regiment, which had just arrived before it had time to start its formation, Conn was killed in battle, and Owen was seriously wounded.

Morale is like a rainbow.

Ampesel North Gate Barracks-

Balta looked at the report with a blank face, and the information on the face was only one message to him: the princess and her non-commissioned officers of the Royal Knight Academy had broken through.

He looked up a little stiffly.

Archpriest Wood's face sank, "The growth of young people has far exceeded our expectations, and it seems that we old guys can only go out." ”

Reald nodded, turned and pushed the door open.

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: My cousin gave birth to a baby yesterday, and I went to visit it today, and I rushed back in the afternoon to code a chapter. Hehe, I didn't expect that I would be an uncle anymore......

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