The earth trembled as if thunder were rolling.

The crowd of people shouting slogans at the intersection dispersed in a hurry. Soon, where they got out of the way, a heavy cavalryman in harness.

Then came the second, the third......

More and more armored cavalry assembled at the end of the street facing the wall of veterans, lined up in knee-to-knee columns. Their breastplates, shields on the side of their saddles, and the coats of their horses under their crotch were painted with various coats of arms, and their brilliant armor glittered in the sun.

General MacDonald summoned a select group of horsemen from the famous Baieran family. They were divided into several routes, and appeared near the Senate Square at the same time as accurate as clocks.

When hundreds of heavy cavalry dressed in iron appeared at the corner of the street, the Senate Square, where slogans were heard one after another, suddenly fell silent. The infantry and light cavalry, which had long been deployed there, watched without saying a word at the elite armor and tall horses of the armored cavalry, and retreated to the flanks under the leadership of their discouraged officers. Civilians waving flags in solidarity on nearby buildings also lost the ability to speak for a while.

Under the cold winter sun, the silver glittering riding wall pierced everyone's eyes.

"It's time. General MacDonald tapped his pipe contentedly.

"Armored cavalry, advance!" shouted George Longbottom, a veteran of the veterans.

The rousing beat of the drums resounded in the sky.

“hurrah！”

The armored rider began to slowly kick in. They spread out like clouds at the entrances of the streets and squares, weaving into a majestic wall with an unparalleled degree of organization.

Under the command of flags and drums, thousands of horses' hooves let out a terrifying roar.

They are the best of the best, and with their powerful impact they can defy spells and fears, and face all powerful enemies. There are some unbelieving transcendents who have tried to challenge the Armored Rider Cluster head-on, and their experience and experience have never been passed on.

The veterans gathered in front of the town hall pursed their lips. They were all too familiar with the heavy cavalry in front of them.

This is a cluster shock that has been tested in the East.

However, no one has ever faced the onslaught of this force.

The armored cavalry unfolded very quickly. In several positions there were civilians standing in solidarity, but as soon as the cavalry arrived they vanished.

Griffith and most of Shultolar were on this team. When they received the horses and armor sent by the feudal family, the high-ranking officers and grand knights came over to arrange everyone's positions.

Although the cavalry from different families and units had no experience in cooperating, it was not difficult to advance together. Today's mission does not require the use of a difficult mounted gun. It was as if they were in a festive parade, lined up in a tight straight line, stepping on the drums, raising their swords like a forest and pressing forward.

Griffith, who had just been beaten, was at a loss, and his body and the war horse under his crotch subconsciously moved to the beat of the drum.

He was clad in beautiful plate armor that could be used for festive parades, and his horse under his crotch was trained to be as loyal as the equipment provided by the Arandelle family. Although it was the first run-in, the coordination between the cavalry and the mount was flawless.

However, this ......

The veterans in front of the Senate chamber were silent, they did not move forward or retreat.

The two sides were only two or three hundred meters apart.

A woman in shabby clothes stepped out and sang in front of the silver riding wall. Her singing statement is bright and clear.

"As I walked on the way to Old Town, woohoo, woohoo

"As I walked on the way to Old Town, woohoo, woohoo

"When I was walking on the way to the old town

"I had crutches in my hands and tears in my eyes

"Hear the weeping of the mournful widow

"Ronnie, I almost don't recognize you. ”

Her singing voice is gentle and poignant, straight to the heart but makes the listener's heart like a knife.

"Take your snare drums and spears, drums and shouts, woohoo, woohoo

"Take your snare drums and spears, drums and shouts, woohoo, woohoo

"Take your snare drum and spear

"The enemy almost killed you

"My dear, you look so embarrassed

"Ronnie, I almost don't recognize you. ”

Her singing voice is melodious and melodious, and the stage of the Beyeland Theatre should be open to her.

The armored cavalry that was advancing towards her was like a lightning strike. Thunderous horses' hooves kicked the earth to accompany her song.

"Where have your once gentle eyes gone, woohoo, woohoo

"Where have your once gentle eyes gone, woohoo, woohoo

"Where have your once gentle eyes gone

"At that time, my heart was deceived by you

"Why did you leave me and the child

"Ronnie, I almost don't recognize you. ”

The armored riders marched like a wall, and the sound of horses' hooves like a rain of rain made people's hearts twitch.

"Saber ready!"

Griffith was almost overwhelmed by the song. He subconsciously looked at Lana, who was riding beside him.

"Hey, Lana, you say...... What are we doing here?" Griffith asked, stammering.

The brave hussars bit their lips and stared at the wall of veterans in front of them.

Hey, Lana, what are you doing!

Griffith looked to the left-hand side again. The bronzed face of Murat, sent by Theseus, was now whiter than snow, and the hand holding the reins was trembling.

"Hey, Murat, what are we doing here?" Griffith couldn't control his tongue anymore, and his mouth gurgled out, "Isn't the veteran of the Eastern Legion in front?"

"Huh, are you stupid, Griffith, are you stupid?" said Murat, turning his face and looking straight at his companion like a living dead.

"Of course it's to execute orders! Don't you understand executing orders?"

Griffith's head stiffened back in the direction he was going. There was a black line in his field of vision.

"Where did all your legs that you used to run go, woohoo, woohoo

"Where did all your legs that you used to run go, woohoo, woohoo

"Where did all your legs go when you used to run?

"At that time, you went to join the army so that you could carry a gun

"Gone are the days when you danced

"Oh, Ronnie, I almost don't recognize you......"

The woman's singing voice had become desperate, like a rose hanging from frost. She and the ragged beggar-like veterans were just a few dozen steps away from the dragon dancing wildly, and their bloodless faces were already dead to ashes.

"Charge!"

"Bayeran - Wan Sheng!"

The call sign of mobilization went unanswered. In the mournful singing, the armored cavalry stiffened their sabers and began to accelerate at trot.

This scene happened countless times in the East, except that the infantry that had followed the cavalry became the target of the charge.

Griffith's mind went blank, as if it was him being charged head-on.

"I'm glad to see you come home, woohoo, woohoo

"I'm glad to see ......"

The horses slammed violently, and in the sound of the thunderous hooves, one after another the figures flew out upside down and swept into the rolling iron hooves.

Bayerland's most elite armored cavalry failed to make a big charge this time, and the speed of the final stage was chaotic, and several of them even knocked their own men on their backs.

"Get out of the way!"

Griffith screamed like a young boy on the battlefield for the first time. In the tumultuous crowd, a veteran suddenly lunged at him waving his hands. He subconsciously slashed with the back of his saber.

The veteran let out a scream and disappeared into the splash of snow.

......

Sonia watched from afar in the crowd as the frenzied scene engulfed the gray crowd like a raging wave, leaving squirming and twisting figures everywhere they went.

Fiona was frightened and fainted with a critter dying scream. Sonia covered her mouth and twitched for a while, realizing that she had lost the ability to speak, and lowered her head and could not look directly.

At this moment, a large hand held her delicate cheek and forced her to raise her head. Sonia was taken aback by such an impertinent gesture and glared angrily, only to find that the Count of Lamor had already come to her side.

"Open your eyes and look," said the Count indifferently, "see carefully. ”

Sleepwalking, Griffith found himself free of the gray crowd in front of him.

The screams of unheard of humans were like a tidal wave, and countless men and women were fleeing for their lives. They fled into the shadows of the corners and alleys, and were driven out, into dilapidated tents, and then trampled together.

Many emaciated old men and children mingled in the crowd, desperately trying to snatch a gap from the feet of the cavalry.

The armored cavalry was also crushed by this charge.

They were in a mess, some standing still, some brandishing their sabers and slashing into the air. There were even a few slender and athletic cavalrymen who looked like masters at a glance and were already motionless on the ground. They are all elites from all over the world, and in the fierce battle with the orc army, they can repeatedly penetrate the enemy's defense line under the rain of arrows and guns, and it is common to trample the bloody mill with iron hooves.

But after just one charge, the steel-clad riding wall was already in ruins.

Large groups of infantry and policemen followed, and their commanders shouted at them to follow the unformed cavalry to begin the sweep.

"Take someone there and search, Squad Leader!" a colonel tapped Griffith's shoulder armor with his cane, pushing him and the soldier forward.

A squad of soldiers staggered like walking corpses and followed Griffith deep into the depths of the nearby park. The ground was littered with debris, garbage, and the ashes of a campfire, and every now and then a screaming civilian or two passed through the front of the line.

The petty officer leading the team was also sleepwalking, following Griffith around in a daze.

One by one, they inspected the abandoned veterans' camps. According to the order, if anyone was found to be lingering, they were arrested and taken away.

Griffith's iron hooves ran over a small tent, and the cloth made a tinkling sound. A small pot with a small half bowl of wheat porridge rolled out of there. A small figure rushed out of the shadows, like a cockroach in a sewer, pounced on the small pot, grabbed the porridge and put it in its mouth.

Griffith couldn't contain the horse's hooves and touched it head-on. The little figure flew out with a scream, making a bone cracking sound that shouldn't have appeared.

Griffith and the soldiers both stopped, looking at the smashing figure. It was a little boy with arms as thin as bamboo poles and almost nothing but bones. The elbow of his right hand was bent at an impossible angle, and he had fainted.

"Don't!" another figure sprang out, wondering where they were hiding. The newcomer, a little girl, hugged the fainted boy and cried.

"Take, take them back. Griffith stammered. But no one paid attention to the soldiers present, and the officer who led the team simply covered his face with his hat and shook his shoulders.

Griffith felt like his worldview was about to collapse. In desperation, he jumped off his horse and took out a healing potion and held it in his hand.

"Stay away from him!" the little girl picked up a rock and threw herself at him. Before Griffith could react, she slammed headlong into her sturdy breastplate and fell to the ground.

Griffith cracked the little boy's mouth with trembling fingers, poured a potion worth a golden florin, and then grabbed his arm with a little force to bring the bone back to its place.

After doing all this, Griffith suddenly felt a little lighter and breathed a sigh of relief. He took out the chocolate he didn't want to eat and patted the little boy on the head: "Hold on, you'll be fine soon." ”

However, the little boy did not react......

Griffith froze, the temperature on his thin arm draining rapidly.

How, how could it be......

At this time, the young officer beside him had just picked up the girl who was upside down. His palms were covered in blood, and he looked at Griffith incredulously and muttered:

"She hit her head when she fell. I didn't do it, don't blame me. ”

......

Griffith had forgotten how he had returned to the Earl's Court, as if everything had been disillusioned and torn apart.

Officials praised them for their loyalty and determination in the attack, and each armored cavalry who took part in the charge was rewarded with 2 merit points and 200 silver langs, comparable to the harvest of a highly dangerous mission. Without the slightest delay and review, everyone just got the reward as soon as they were withdrawn.

A total of 3 merit points awarded before and after the entire mission on Neopolis Island will also be distributed.

Griffith had forgotten how he had taken off his armor and returned to the attic of the Earl's Court with his money bag and certificates.

The servants were very considerate and did not bother him, and did not even bring him dinner.

The night was extraordinarily long, and screams and wails could be faintly heard outside the window, and the light of the fire was faintly visible. The Earl's Court held its breath, and no one even dared to speak loudly.

As the night grew darker, Griffith, who was tumbling on his cot, sat up suddenly, sweating profusely and panting.

The screams of the veteran and the cold cheeks of the boy lingered in his mind, almost tearing his head apart. He didn't even dare to think about it, and the fear that Beamon had left behind was nothing more than that.

At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door of the attic room.

Griffith put on her clothes and opened the door, where she found Sonia standing outside in her nightdress, hot milk and some biscuits in her hand.

"Are you hungry?

"Anna said you didn't have dinner?"

Griffith didn't smile or thank him, he took the food indifferently and took two steps back, sitting back on his small bed in a daze.

It's a little cold, Griffith's room doesn't have a stove. Sonia tugged at the robe she had draped over her shoulders and sat down beside the midshipman, not too close to him.

"Delicious with some milk. The girl nodded at the milk and biscuits.

"Hmm. The apprentice knight took a bite mechanically.

Ah, what am I talking about? Sonia lowered her head a few moments and stole a sneaky glance at Griffith in embarrassment.

His well-defined face was particularly cold in the moonlight, different from when he first came to Bayeran, less simple and hard, and more cold and mature.

Griffith seems to look better than before. Sonia suppressed the sudden discovery and said a few words without words.

"The plate armor you are wearing today is custom-made for the New Year, and it is ready for you to wear it at the military parade in early summer......"

Oh my God! I'm talking about something, do you want to ask him to be happy in his new armor? Sonya, what's in your head!

As soon as these two sentences came out, Sonia was already ashamed to hide herself.

From now until the distant future, I'm going to raise my sword against the civilians for them?, Griffith silently laid the milk and biscuits on the small table, and turned his head to look into the girl's eyes. It's not the eyes of the partners who get along day and night, it's more like a monster that has just crawled out of hell.

The fierce gaze frightened Sonia to the side of the bed. Sensing that something was wrong, she stood up and slowly retreated to the door.

"Well, good night, Griffith, see you tomorrow. Sonia pulled open the cold doorknob and tried to slip out of the crack.

It's not Sonya's fault, it's my job to protect her. Isn't what I did today a matter of course? So why should I be sad and repent of what happened today?

No, no, what's the difference between today's events and cultists, and what could be crazier than that? Is that correct?

Griffith's sharp gaze turned melancholy, and he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. The more he thought about it, the more he had a splitting headache. Contradictory, absurd, and unanswered questions made him irritable and tyrannical, and even wanted to grab whoever he wanted to tear to pieces.

Anyone can do it, and it's not bad to tear Sonya apart, maybe it's her fault. Her nightdress seemed to be quite soft.

No, no, it's not Sonia's fault, it's not mine, it shouldn't be my fault!?

I have to think of something else, think of something else, I still have so many questions that I still have to solve. Thinking of something else.

Thinking of something else.

Gotta think of something else.

Suddenly, an idea that had been thinking about it for a long time came to him, and he completely saved Griffith from his unanswered distress and threw it into another thought.

He stood up and caught up with the girl who had just moved to the door, and slapped it against the small door.

"Bang!"

"Ahh

The small door that had just been opened was slammed shut, and Sonia let out a small exclamation, her hand holding the collar and nightgown trembled slightly, and she looked up at the imposing midshipman.

"Sonya. Griffith paid no attention to the girl's reaction.

Sonia opened her mouth to ask what was the matter but couldn't speak, her broad shoulders and strong arms enveloping her like mountains, and the heat that was close at hand ran across her pretty cheeks, almost melting her. Sonia felt her knees tremble, and if it weren't for the lack of space, she would have fallen to the ground.

"I have to go to the Incredible House again. Griffith demanded in an undeniable tone.

"Okay. Sonia reflexively agreed, and it took a while for her to react.

Wait, where are you going?