The collapse of Baron Rodo's army is accelerating. The non-commissioned officers and students of the Royal Knight Academy were driving hundreds of routs forward, and the Seventh Swordsman Brigade of the Hong Kong Guard Army on the front line of Evergain Square was the first to come under pressure, and the frightened aristocratic private soldiers had to pass through their positions, like people trying to survive grasping the last straw.

There was even a fierce confrontation between the Hong Kong Guards and the fleeing rout. Ironically, the fugitive aristocratic private soldiers turned around and became tenfold fierce in the face of their former allies, turning them into red-eyed fanatics with their instincts for survival.

Behind the two were the glittering spears that drove them away.

This was a bit different from the script that Sir Maroser, the swordsman captain of the 7th Swordsman Brigade of the Port Guard of Ampethel, had predicted, and the princess and her men not only did show up, but they did crash into it. It's just that this collision was too decisive and ferocious, not only did it wipe out Luo Du's army casually, but it also seemed to see through their location at a glance.

The princess was menacing, proportional to Marosser's increasingly pale complexion, but what to do now? Mr. Jazz, who had almost never actually fought in battle in his life, looked back at his companion.

In the heavy rain, the young man in the armor of the White Lion Legion pressed his sword in his hand and muttered silently, like a marble statue, allowing drops of water to slide down his forehead and cheeks, undecided.

"Discovered!"

"How did you find out?"

"Maybe now is not the time to think about this."

He raised his head, and his gray-blue eyes reflected the cold light on the rows of spears, flashing with a light of reason: since this is the case, let's change the way of playing.

Above the clouds, lightning was winding out a dazzling trail

……

"Balta, you have a good student." Reild? When he received the order from the herald, there was a hint of approval in his eyes, and he said lightly.

Marquis Balta shook his head: "Her Royal Highness the princess is not weak at all, this is not like the handiwork of Overwell. Makaro was not so decisive, the other party seemed to have a commander who we were all unfamiliar with, and the combat effectiveness of the Hong Kong Guard was really worrying. Owen: It seems that he is trying to use the numerical advantage to hold the other party back. ”

"Just like we did in Lornsh," the old man looked in the direction of the port, in his field of vision. It was a gray roof: "Like a giant meat grinder, slowly, flowing through the last drop of blood from Eruin." ”

"Mr. Priest, this is not directed at you." Reald glanced at the guest beside him again. replied lightly.

The man smiled slightly, but didn't care: "We were also wrong in the previous decision, and there is nothing to avoid this." The holy war was imminent, and the temple did not want new misunderstandings to arise because of the estrangement that had existed. ”

The old man glanced at him. There is neither agreement nor disagreement.

"Old Chief......" Balta was a little fidgeting.

"Now you are the commander, Balta," replied the old man, "rest assured, I will not reproach Owen for this. Victory or defeat always comes first in war, and he has a good plan, and he has the ability to bully others with more people."

"But ......"

"Your Royal Highness the princess is probably going to suffer this time, but on this battlefield, it is the blood of the Eruin people who are shed. Isn't it also a bunch of good guys. It's a pity......" The old man shook his head.

The sky is getting brighter.

But this is not the case

The message that came back from the front was unequivocally told by Brando. The Hong Kong Guard is changing tactics. But changing the battle on the verge of change is not a good game to play, especially when the intention is so obvious, Brando can't help but sneer at the decision of the general of the Hong Kong Guard to fight with him.

Hahaha, he almost didn't laugh twice to express the joy in his heart Kurko offensive and defensive battle, Pragues offensive and defensive battle, capture Ampesel. The pain of So'Ao is drained of the blood of the White City. There is no need to deliberately recall, the classic textbook-like battles come to his mind.

But more importantly

He was personally involved in it.

He was at war with the Cruz. Fight against Madara, fight with the Oneness of All Things, and even face the inhabitants of the Minr in the dark, not the third-rate port guards of Ampesel.

He looked back, and who was beside him.

Loka? Vanden? Elvis, Enroke? Aisha Black, Freya? Alicia, one of the most famous heroes in Eruin history, two masters of cavalry tactics, and a Valkyrie of Eruin; Plus Bresson of Butch, a strongman who can lead a group of garrison knights to fight their way through the Tagus of the 'One-Eyed Dragon', and the head of the Royal Knights, Miko. ^//^

He is surrounded by some of the most famous young stars of the future, who have truly changed an era and pulled him out of the darkest of history. Although it was only short-lived, it was also a momentary masterpiece.

Although Eruin was defeated, it was not a battle.

The other party is really killing himself this time.

Perhaps the generals on the other side would never have imagined how quickly the war would change in the next century on the Vain continent because of the addition of players. It was a dark, war-torn era, but it was definitely a magnificent age supported by genius and crazy ideals.

What is right now will not necessarily be applicable in the future.

"Loca, Enroc, Freya, Bresson, Muco, the other side wants to drag us down with street fighting," Brando looked at the battlefield in front of him and smiled lightly, "They want to turn this place into a flesh mill, you didn't doze off in your tactics class, did you?" ”

Muko stared at him a little coldly, the other party's previous orders didn't seem to be wrong now, but it wasn't a big deal, at most it was just decent. They might have been able to do better.

Breson didn't answer, the Brando in front of him has changed too much, in fact, since Buche's escape, the other party has been undergoing transformation, although he once didn't want to admit it, but he has to say that the young man in front of him is no longer the son of the miller he despises.

It's just that although the grievances between the two have been resolved, it doesn't mean that he has to stand on the other side.

Of the four, only Loka? Vanden? Elvis smiled slightly, looking unconcerned. This young man wearing the black military uniform of the Royal Knight Academy, with long light blonde hair and a ponytail, looked a little shy, and he had not even completely departed from the imprint left on the group of people by the Royal Knight Academy.

In fact, in history, he has always been the head of the three masters. Loka? Vanden? Elvis is the eldest son of the family. His father was a minor nobleman in the province of Viero, and the family had never had a big name in history, but Loca was undoubtedly an exception.

Historically. Loka? Vanden? Elvis single-handedly toyed with Siphah's army between applause, and because of his gentle personality, he was called the 'unsheathed sword' to symbolize that once the edge is revealed, it will be invincible and invincible.

It's just a pity that this unsheathed sword hasn't had time to unsheath yet. He died of illness in the war against the North, and did not even have time to participate in the Second War of the Black Roses.

This is arguably one of Eruin's greatest regrets.

Of course, this time Brando will definitely not let this regret repeat. The reason why he gathered these young people around him was actually because he was afraid that they would die in an accident in the war of Ampesel, for example, Enrok of the three died in the end.

But it doesn't go through the grind. Unable to forge a sharp sword.

Brando knew this, too, and he had to take as much precaution as he could.

"My lord, this is not an easy thing to do. The Hong Kong Guards themselves outnumbered us in strength and had a geographical advantage, and if they were determined to fight in the streets with us, I am afraid that we would not be able to handle it. Enrok replied with a grin, mounted on his horse, his black hair shining brightly.

This guy is a bit like Kargliss at the moment. It was very different from his taciturn personality in the future; He has a good relationship with Loca. He even used to refer to each other as an elder brother and younger brother, presumably because of the double blow of the kingdom's decline and Loca's death. Brando thought with some sympathy.

"Not necessarily." He smiled: "Forget that I was invited by Her Royal Highness the Princess to give you a lesson today, in fact, it is very simple to defeat the Hong Kong Guard Army like defeating Luo Du." ”

"Bragging." Muko drew a straightforward conclusion.

"Haha, that's not necessarily," Brando laughed, "Muco." Let's make a bet if I can do it. How about you help me with something? ”

The gray-haired young man looked at him, "What's the matter?" ”

"Come and be my squire, how?" Brando chuckled wickedly. In the future, the leader of the Iron Mask Knights came to be his squire, and he still remembered the trouble this guy gave to their players back then.

I have to say that Brando is actually a cautious guy at heart.

Of course, as for will it fail? Jokes, that's something he didn't think about.

Muko was silent for a moment, of course he understood that the other party would not make such a bet for no reason. But young is fearless, and he finally nodded: "What if you lost?" ”

"I'll be your adjutant."

"Fallac." Freya couldn't help but remind that the person who was most familiar with Brando was afraid that she couldn't find a second person besides her.

But the gray-haired young man only glanced at her and replied, "Don't worry, Freya, I won't embarrass him too much." ”

"I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed......" The future Valkyrie was speechless for a while.

"Well, the contract is established." Brando smiled: "You guys come here, I'll tell you how to fight this battle......"

In fact, Freya's fears soon became a reality.

Brando began to give orders

The next moment, the cavalry of the Royal Knight Academy began to move in the direction pointed by his sword, and from a bird's-eye view from above, it seemed that a huge blade had divided countless tentacles, and the cavalry was splitting and attacking, galloping along the streets and alleys large and small.

Almost instantly.

In the darkness, the faces of all the generals and officers of the White Lion Legion, who were waiting to watch closely on this huge battlefield, changed.

Countless reconnaissance posts were weaving back and forth between the front line and the rear, and after the convergence of ambiguous information from many sides, a clear picture was presented in front of everyone.

There was a panic in the command of the White Lion Legion.

"How do they work together!?"

"The other party is crazy!"

"Martha is on top, this can't be!"

Everyone was completely stunned.

In the direction of Evergain Square

In fact, in front of this square, there is a dense area of shops, and at this moment, Baron Rodo's defeated troops are using these alleys to attack the positions of their allies from all directions. Behind them, the young knights of the Royal Knight Academy meticulously executed their tactics, and on the one hand, the young knights formed squads to drive away the remnants, and on the other hand, they dismantled, reorganized, and formed tactical groups at any time, constantly outflanking the positions of the Hong Kong Guards.

In just ten minutes, the junior generals of the Hong Kong Guard Army were like they had experienced a long, unbearable nightmare. This is beyond the common sense they have learned on a qiē occasion, and the enemy can appear where they want to appear at any time and in any direction to attack their positions.

They had built a standard line of defense in full accordance with the drills provided by the non-commissioned officers of the White Lion Regiment, before such an offensive. Nearly vulnerable.

In front of this position, the attack of the princess's side seemed to turn into real, flowing water. The whole army moved, and the mercury fell to the ground.

The situation is changing completely.

"How did they maintain the chain of command!"

"Shadow Crystal?! It's impossible, on such a huge battlefield, any magic communication will interfere with each other, listen! Even if it's a wizard from Buga. It's impossible to do it either! Forster, the commander of the 1st Guards Regiment of the White Lion Legion, almost roared to his adjutant.

The adjutant's face was pale, and he could only make promises.

But perhaps it was the adjutant's wry smile that finally made Foster realize that this anger did not help to change the current situation, and he couldn't help but raise his head a little stiffly.

Stared blankly at the huge map hanging in the middle of the tent......

On the map...... The line of defense of the Hong Kong Guards described by the bright red lines seemed so heavy, clumsy, and riddled with holes at the moment...... It seems to be a silent mockery of the entire White Lion Legion.

But this is an absolutely standard line of defense.

Even in Cruz, the infantry code of that mighty empire, there is no more perfect example of this line of defense, which is heavy and clumsy. But it's just as solid and unavoidable.

It is impeccable.

Every one of its defensive focuses is so precise that it seems to have been tempered and corrected over generations. He is like a slow-moving giant, facing it with only two outcomes: let it drain its last drop of blood, or bleed its last drop of blood himself.

It's like a perfect meat grinder.

It is filled with one's own life and the life of the enemy. In addition to a head-on breakout. There is no other way. The White Lions, Owen and Marouser have carefully laid out this flesh-and-blood battlefield. Prepare for Her Highness to shed her last drop of blood here.

But just as they were about to unleash the punch, they found their enemy in a mass of loose sand in front of them, and then burrowed into their bodies in a pervasive manner.

Moment.

The giant's massive body became his own worst enemy.

The solid defense seemed to be in a precarious state in the blink of an eye, and yet everyone didn't even understand what was happening.

They will never understand how the cadets of the Royal Knight Academy have reduced the army to pieces; In a qiē common sense, it was a precursor to the collapse of an army, a suicide, and even Baron Rodo himself had made the most perfect interpretation of it a quarter of an hour earlier.

But in the blink of an eye. The black cavalry of the other side completely obliterated this common sense.

They don't understand

Just as he did not understand the earth-shaking and profound changes that radio in another world had brought to the post-World War I battlefield, Brando was using another means to make the same change.

It's not his credit.

The player has even more elaborate means to achieve this qiē than he has.

But for Brando. That's enough.

The wind and rain were intertwined, and the blonde-haired young man raised his hand high to look at the wind spirit spider in his hand. Then he simply tied the note to the elf-like creature and disappeared into the wind and rain.

He turned his head and silently looked in the direction where the man was, his heart burning with fire.

No one understands better than him what the war that took place in Ampesel was destined to change.

It took no more than a quarter of an hour to get back and forth.

It is destined to be recorded in history forever.

When Foster retracted his gaze from the map, he finally realized that perhaps he had made a mistake. He looked at his men, the young men of the White Lion Legion, who still looked incredulous.

"My lord, how did they do it?" Some people are even asking questions.

"That's not the point," Forster interrupted them with some disappointment, hoping that the future of the White Lions would be calmer and sharper: "The point now is that the Hong Kong Guards are doomed, and it will only be a moment before they follow in the footsteps of Rodo. ”

The young people were slightly stunned, and then their eyes lit up.

"Alright, it seems that you all understand," Foster nodded, "According to the predetermined plan, it is the time for the lion of the kingdom to show his claws." ”

Everyone is stunned.

"Give Owen the order to return him to his place."

"Franz, I'm going to see you and your knights appear in the predetermined position at the scheduled time."

"Conn, put on your cloak, and you're ready to go."

"Lion of the Empire"

"Unstoppable!" All the knights shouted in unison, and everyone stood upright, and then turned to leave after saluting the captain with a solemn face.

A young man staggered into them.

"Captain, an army is passing through the Longqin Market near the flank of the Hong Kong Guards."

There was silence in the tent.

Foster was slightly stunned, he turned his head to look at the huge map, "That's the area that Cullen is responsible for, what banner is the other party playing?" ”

The young man was a little embarrassed and didn't answer.

"Answer my question, soldier." Foster asked with some sternness.

"It's the White Lion Battle Banner...... My lord. ”

Foster was slightly stunned.

"Which white lion battle flag?" He hurriedly asked, almost angrily, "Who acted without my orders?" ”

"Yes......"

"What is it?"

"It's the White Lions...... Praetorian Warband. The young man stammered back.

"Praetorian Guard?" Foster was stunned, does the White Lions have this number?

…… It seems that there is, it is the number of the 'infantry knights' who followed the ancestor Eke to the east and west, but after the death of the first king Eck, this number has been vacant forever. It's to pay homage to the 'lion' of Eruin.

Foster's face changed.

……

(ps: I've been thinking about it for a while, and I've been looking for a feeling in the afternoon, woo, and I've listened to countless songs.) By the way, from now on, I will prepare some manuscripts for the end of the month, so remember to leave your tickets. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. wW