Walker doesn't remember the first time he has cut through enemy lines, and in this chaotic battlefield, death keeps happening, and wails linger in his ears, like the screams of the banshee of death, eroding the soul.

Farasu's banner fluttered behind him, but there were few knights left of the Farasu family.

He has already killed the red eyes, and on this battlefield, you can see who is the enemy and who is the friendly army!

- Those who panic and cry are the enemy, and even at such times, it is the friendly forces who are still fighting.

The aristocracy that grew up under two very different educations was also diametrically opposed, and the army was like their master, and if the master was cowardly, the army would be cowardly, and if the master was resolute, the army would be as strong as the master.

He didn't even have to look at the fluttering flags to know where his enemies were.

At this moment, a stray arrow flying from nowhere shot through the banner of the Farasu family, and even tore the broken flag in half, but Walker Farasu was unmoved, looked left and right, and said in a hoarse voice: "Leave a few people to protect the wounded, and the rest will charge with me!"

Their trembling right hands clenched their rough swords, their horses were already exhausted, and now they could only rely on their own legs to carry their armor to charge.

As time passed, Walker felt his armor grow heavier, which made him realize that his physical strength was running out.

But he couldn't give up, he wasn't one of those rotten nobles, and the commander couldn't fall until the war was over!

At this moment, he had made peace with several other like-minded nobles, and this battlefield was the place of the first great war between them and the nobles, and after that, there would be a second and third war, and he was convinced of this.

It was impossible for the aristocracy to give up the power in their hands, and it was impossible for them to give up their faith.

Rather than believing in the goddess of progress, they agreed with the teachings of that deity and hoped to see the future that deity envisioned.

For this reason, the nobles of the old era must die, as long as they still exist in this world, they will continue to exploit the people, these guys do not produce, but also to squeeze the people have little wealth, their greed has caused many people to starve to death, exhaustion, and freeze to death!

Those guys are hopeless, they want to keep the power in their hands until they die, even if they shout surrender on the battlefield, they will find a way to regain their power - because of their soft-heartedness, a comrade has already lost his life on the side of the Violet Principality.

Hearing the rapid gasps behind him, Walker gritted his teeth, reached out and pulled the flag in the flag officer's hand, ignoring his stunned expression, and carried the heavy flag on his shoulder.

Then he raised his sword, pointed ahead and shouted: "Knights of Farasus, charge!!"

Even though his voice was hoarse, even though his muscles were sore and even painful, Walker still carried the banner, strode forward, and raised his sword viciously towards the enemy.

Seeing a fierce man with a bloody face suddenly running towards him, and also raised his weapon, the soldier facing Walker suddenly let out a cry, dropped his weapon and turned to flee.

Seeing this, Walker was a little dazed, and continued to run forward a few steps before stopping.

It was then that he noticed that the soldier's clothes were quite clean, and there was no blood on them except for dust.

Lowering his head slightly, he saw an obese man lying on the ground, blood spilling from under his helmet, staining most of his face red.

On this battlefield, a person who can be so obese has no one else except the noble, and he can afford to wear a full set of armor, although due to the development of industry, the price of a full set of armor has been much cheaper in recent years, but it is not something that ordinary people can wear.

Aside from the nobles, only their cronies could wear full armor, so this dead fat man was their enemy......

"Won !!"

At this moment, an earth-shattering cheer suddenly sounded on the battlefield, and the remaining soldiers and knights shouted these words with the last of their strength.

Only in this way can they vent their anger and sorrow, and after this cheer, they will no longer be warriors on the battlefield, but wounded who have returned victorious, in need of care and treatment, and who can show their weakness to others.

The enemy had been routed, and eighteen thousand men had been defeated by five thousand, but they were crushed and beaten by these five thousand, and the disparity in numbers could not extinguish the burning anger in Walker's hearts.

Taking advantage of the terrain and the advantages of morale and will, they won in the end!

Walker watched as the defeated coalition of nobles fled into the mountains, and it was certain that the nobles who formed the coalition might have fled back with all their beards and tails unwounded, but their soldiers ......

The head of the Farasu family suddenly sat down on the ground, and watched the fleeing soldiers crying with gusto, and he felt that every cry hit his heart, and his heart hurt.

I sniffed, and a stream of hot tears overflowed from my eyes, and I don't know if it was because I was moved by the victory, or if I was mourning the abandoned soldiers.

As far as the eye can see, the once lush woods have been devastated, the fallen trees are everywhere, the swords and fallen leaves are lying scattered on the ground, and the withered branches have completely fallen into a deep sleep, and will not wake up again.

The corpses with their eyes shattered were also lying on the ground, and the blood stained the place, and Walker was sure that more than a thousand people had died on this battlefield!

There are enemies, there are theirs, many have closed their eyes forever, and those who used to drink with themselves are now dead......

This is war, this is war...... It's a fucking war!

Corpses are all over the land, and in the coming year, it will definitely look even more vibrant, because so many lives have died here, and they have left their lives here, and after that, they will be buried on the spot, so it will definitely be more luxuriant.

"Oh......" A groan suddenly came from Walker's side, and he and the subordinates who had just followed him turned their heads to look over.

The fat man with his head covered in blood woke up slowly, and couldn't help but raise his soft hand and touch his head, but he touched something hard.

The fat man felt that his eyes were blurry, as if something was constantly flying, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that his fingers were sticky and wet, and when he raised his hand, a blood-red color came into view.

He froze instantly, and his confused mind couldn't react.

"Bloody ......," he said tremblingly, and just as he was about to scream, a tired voice came from his ear.

"Yes, blood. Walker, with his eyes half-open, looked at the fat man and asked softly, "Is it pretty?"

The fat man's body shook violently, his facial features wrinkled in an instant, and he put down the hand that was blocking his eyes, and saw the group of soldiers surrounding him.

"I—I'm a noble...... the fat man's lips trembled, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He remembered that these guys wouldn't let him go because of his aristocratic status—not even the damned pariahs, and wouldn't let the nobles who went to war go back alive.

So, from the moment they knew about it, they no longer followed the rules among the nobles, and their enemies did not follow this anyway.

"Yes......" Walker sighed, didn't say anything, gripped the pole of the flag in his left hand, and stood up from the ground with the pole supporting his exhausted body.

The fat man had his mouth open, not knowing what the guy was going to do.

Walker plunged his blunt sword into the dirt, leaned against the flag, and pointed around, "Many people have died here, both your people and ours, and among our people, there is a comrade here who has closed his eyes forever, he is also a nobleman, but he is different from you, you are a pile of garbage, and he is a jewel buried deep in the dirt...... Now he is dead because of this war. ”

Hearing these words, the fat man felt more and more uneasy in his heart, and hurriedly shouted and asked: "Didn't you provoke the war and war?"

"Yes, we never deny it, it is we who destroy the peaceful lives of the people and destroy the homes they live on......" Walker let out a sigh of emotion, slowly closing his eyes and drawing his sword from the ground.

"What are you going to do?!" the fat man stared, his arms straining to get up from the ground.

"We're sorry for the ruin, so let's build them a new one - a better and harmonious new home!"

Walker suddenly moved, and swung his sword down according to his feelings, provoking the fat man's screams of fear, but soon, the screams stopped abruptly.

He opened his eyes again, and a resolute look resurfaced in them.

The huge head full of fear fell to the ground, blood spurting to the ground.

The war will continue, this is the impact of the new era on the old era, they must win, otherwise, the world of Assatom will return to that eternal reincarnation!

In that reincarnation, even the guy who just died under his sword was a 'nobleman', and he could be called a 'noble'.