"Boom, boom", the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Report to the Legion Commander, the walls have been ...... has been broken, we are organizing the retreat of soldiers to the second line of defense".

"What! how could it be"!

"What about the casualties, and how long can we hold out?" Rand asked sharply to his feet, quickly.

"The seven thousand troops were all lost in the beast tide, and the brothers were almost unable to withstand it, and they had ...... Preparations are already underway to withdraw to the third line of defense." The officer replied with tears in his eyes.

And in the distance, there was a ghost cry, a cacophony of "surrender or die".

"Bang", listening to the ghost scream in his ear, Rand almost slapped the entire coffee table in anger.

He had already scouted the situation of the nearby monsters, but he didn't know that he had been ghosted.

In just one night, the entire fortress was almost surrounded by demonic beasts, and in just a few minutes, before he could react, the walls were breached again, and the hard work of Plantagenet for generations was destroyed.

"Spread the word about the fortress, and the remaining 3,000 troops in front will be drawn out for me, and the newly transferred 10,000 reserves will be brought on top for me," Rand ordered with some haste to order.

Now the priority is to figure out the situation, try to preserve the fortress as much as possible, delay the time, and win the arrival of reinforcements, if the fortress is breached...... Rand shook his head, he couldn't imagine this terrible picture.

"Yes", the pro-soldier took the order and left quickly.

Silently wiping the knight's spear that had followed him for many years, the silver fighting spirit on his body began to slowly exude a cold aura.

"Commander, according to your request, everything has been settled", after a while, the pro-soldier hurried back and reported.

"Let's go", tightening the black heavy armor on his body, Rand said silently.

In the dark night, the once silent fortress was constantly noisy, and the roars of demonic beasts and the shouts of humans were intertwined.

The dark red flames shone on the fortress in the dark night, the rolling stones and rolling logs made a loud noise, and the hordes of demonic beasts in the dark night rushed like a tide against the fortress soldiers who desperately resisted in front.

With each impact, those bright red lives seemed to be carried away by the tide, and large swaths of soldiers disappeared into the black and oppressive hordes of demonic beasts.

In just a few breaths, most of the 10,000 soldiers who had just been sent to the front had disappeared, and only a small part was still relying on the terrain to resist.

"Commander, no, you can go quickly, brothers can still stand up, you can quickly take the remaining three thousand cavalry to Fort Cross", an officer pleaded through gritted teeth, ignoring the wounds on his body.

"Poof", a sharp shot pierced through the body of a demonic beast, nailing it firmly to the ground, dark blood splashed all over, Rand looked at the soldiers in front of him who were almost submerged, and finally said in a low voice: "Pull out the cavalry alone, and order the rear squad leader and all the officers above the squad leader to assemble with the cavalry team."

"Yes", listening to Rand's words, the officer was overjoyed and hurried away.

"Is it finally here", seeing that the resistance in front of him was getting weaker and weaker, and a large group of demonic beasts began to break through the defense line and rush into the fortress, scurrying wildly, Rand muttered a little.

"Poof, poof, poof", a shadow flashed, and after a few dull sounds, the few remaining soldiers were killed instantly.

"Kneel down and ask for my forgiveness, perhaps I can forgive you remnant of the plantagenet". Along the way, taking advantage of the concealment of the assassins, all the places where resistance was organized were tortured and killed by Charlotte, which is one of the reasons why the front was defeated so quickly.

After wantonly killing many loyal officers, the panic in Charlotte's heart finally calmed down a lot, and what remained was the thrill of torture and torture.

Ignoring Charlotte's clamour, Rand looked at the demonic beasts in front of him that were like him pounced, and glanced back slightly at the cavalry group organized behind him, and tightened the somewhat broken knight's spear in his hand. Looking at Charlotte, who was flickering around, flickering and dimming, smiled slightly, and gently raised the knight's spear, as if she had returned to the time when she first learned to shoot.

"Rand, since you have chosen the path of a knight, then you must remember that weapons are your second life, and you must never discard them at any time!" Qi, as a teacher of a first-order knight, looked at the wooden spear thrown out by Rand with a serious face.

"Yes, teacher", the majesty of the teacher was carried out in his bones, and the young Rand quickly answered, but he didn't take it to heart.

Ten years ago, on the noisy battlefield of the kingdoms of Yas and the kingdoms of Nar.

Young Rand stared blankly at the figure of the teacher besieged in the distance.

And himself, because of cowardice, the desire for life, bowed his head, laid down his weapon, and surrendered.

The figure of awe is as tall and calm as ever.

The teacher held the broken knight's spear and listened to the unbearable taunts of the enemies in the encirclement, but remained as silent as ever.

Only one last silently glanced in the direction of Rand, with a faint look of disappointment in his eyes, and then urged the horses to rush towards the enemy heroically.

According to post-war statistics, the knight's spear in the teacher's hand never left his hand until he died, and was held tightly, tightly, in his hand.

Since then, Rand has been desperately trying to improve himself, and his weapon has never been far from it.

How many nights, looking up at the starry sky overhead, thinking about the war of the year, endless remorse and unwillingness to exist in my heart, but the teacher's majestic words still surround my ears:

"Rand, since you have chosen the path of a knight, then you must remember that weapons are your second life, and you must never throw them away at any time"!

"Yes, teacher," Rand muttered in a low voice, as if he were the same kid he had been.

"Ding", the rapid collision sound, Rant's entire arm was numb, his mouth was sweet, and a trace of blood spread from his mouth.

"Ding", another collision, the swift cold wind slashed across his cheeks, leaving a shallow blood mark.

"It's useless, gorse's waste, I said it, you get down on your knees, I can think about not killing you".

Looking at Rand, who was struggling to support himself while resisting the monster and guarding against his own sneak attack, Charlotte said happily like a cat playing with a mouse.

He was answered with a swift blow.

Just as Charlotte was about to take out the rand, the sound of a large group of cavalry galloping could be heard in the distance.

"Is it finally gone?" Looking at the cavalry that left behind a cloud of smoke and dust, Rand's bloodied face flashed with a smile.

After the city wall was breached, his first thought was to delay the monster and wait for reinforcements, if not, then use himself as bait and do his best to preserve the remaining strength on the front line.

Seeing the three thousand cavalry in the rear go away, and behind the cavalry was a large group of fortress soldiers who took off their heavy armor and scattered, and a boulder finally fell in Rand's heart.

"I'm sorry, Will, that's all I can do, I hope you can rebuild the fortress," Rand laughed as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"You dare to fool me", Charlotte, who didn't understand at this glance, said irritably, and the black figure pounced on Rand like a grim reaper.

He was answered by a heartfelt screech.

knight

never

Died with his bare hands.

In the year 1963 of the continental calendar, on December 6, the Plantagenet South Fortress was breached.

Of the 30,000 people in the fortress, except for the 7,000 who were lost by surprise, and the 10,000 who later served as cannon fodder to cover the rear, the remaining 13,000 were able to return safely to the cross fort.

And the legion commander Rand was destroyed in the fortress along with him.