It was already dark, the soldiers had already dismantled most of the camp, the forward had begun to march, the Chinese army was following one after another, and the remaining soldiers were carrying the supplies for camping into the carts, and then urging the wagons to keep up with the large troops.

The snow was still drifting softly, and the whole land was strangely quiet, except for the sound of horses stepping into the snow. The scouts had already set out, they had set out earlier than the forwards, and now they had already run out of the large force for more than ten miles.

Byron looked straight ahead with a serious face, and said nothing, and even Morris, no longer as leisurely as he had been yesterday, sat up straight on horseback, and they all seemed to anticipate something.

Stan is also very uneasy, but he still keeps a little lucky. "Maybe the dark tide won't come at all. ”

Maurice glanced back at the knight. "Stan, you're not a Doyle soldier, so you can't understand that Doyle's army has been fighting the Darktide for hundreds of years, and it can be said that they know the habits of the Darktide well, and it can even be said that they have developed a special sense of smell for the Darktide, which is innate. ”

"Is there going to be a big battle today?" said Nerfi, who interjected unexpectedly, and the girl pulled down the scarf that covered her mouth.

Morris looked at the mage and shrugged helplessly. "My gut tells me that, yes, I hope it's wrong, but it can't be that Byron and I are both wrong. ”

Stan and Nerfi didn't ask anything more, and the knight looked around uneasily, but didn't see a hint of danger. The procession behind it stretched neatly into the distance, partially obscured by the hills, and disappeared behind the detours. The cavalrymen sat upright on their mounts, holding their spears in their right hands and hanging them at one side, while their swords hung from their waists, and their left hands pulled the reins, rhythmically upside down on their horses. Part of the infantry carried shields and daggers in scabbards, while others carried broadswords and daggers at their waists. The archers put their crossbows over their bodies, the bowstrings hanging behind them, the bows on their chests, and the almost full quivers hanging from their belts. Every few dozen yards, two horsemen would carry a banner with the coat of arms of Doyle, the banner fluttering slightly in the cold wind, and the pattern of the white wolf was clearly visible.

Most of the soldiers wore helmets large enough to cover their faces, exposing only their eyes and mouths, while the rest took off their helmets and held them in their hands. Stan looked at the young and old faces, their hair was either blonde or yellowish, all very short, their eyes were similar in color to their hair, their brow bones were raised, and the deep eyes of the Doyle, some of them had beards, some of them had shaved their beards this morning, and some of them had shaved their beards so that they were barely visible. Everyone's face revealed that they had realized what they were going to face next, no one spoke, and the atmosphere in the whole team was very oppressive.

Stan asked Hope to slow down a little and rode to one of the cavalrymen behind him. "Hey Knight, I'm Stan, what's your name?"

"Hello Stan, I'm Ramsey, I'm from Fort Watch, and it's an honor to fight alongside you. The knight nodded slightly, he wore a helmet with stubble above his lips and on his chin.

"I am also honored to be with you. Stan nods back.

Ramsey sees Stan's nervousness and immediately changes positions to make himself comfortable. "Stan, I know you're not a soldier, you must be nervous at this time, to be honest, I've been in the army for more than a decade since I was sixteen, and sometimes I still feel nervous, even ...... Afraid. ”

"We are all afraid, even in the face of human beings like us, in the event of life and death, let alone in the face of a gloomy tide. Stan took a deep breath and looked at the knight's almost entire armor. "And now, are you afraid?"

The knight placed his left hand on his chest and raised his face slightly. "The soul of Edra is with us, I believe that we will be victorious, my armor will protect me, my spear will pierce the enemy, my courage will be my only hope of survival. ”

"May the God of Warriors be with you, Ramsey, and may your courage never run dry. Stan's left hand is also clinging to his chest.

After crossing the last hill before reaching the armory, the white plain dotted with scattered woods was completely devoid of green, only bare branches, making the white plain endless and without any place to obscure the view.

In the distance, several scouts could be seen riding towards the area, and Byron halted the group, waiting for information from the scouts.

"Your Majesty! A large number of troops have been found in front of the dark tide, estimated to be no less than a few hundred!" the scout jumped off his horse in a panic, knelt on one knee, and made a quick report.

"How far is it from us?" said Byron, looking serious, but not panicking.

"It's about twenty miles away. The scout gasped. "I'll rush back to you as soon as I find them, and the others should have more accurate information. ”

Byron nodded, motioned for the scout to give a moment's message, and then gave Maurice the order. "The whole army stopped advancing, the Chinese army set up formation on both flanks, and the rear army followed. ”

Maurice nodded vigorously and shouted the king's order behind him. Several heralds urged their mounts to run to the rear of the group, loudly conveying orders as they ran, and the heralds further behind continued to pass the orders to the rear of the group, and for a while the shouts continued and intertwined, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The Chinese army was mostly composed of cavalry, and had quickly set up formations on both sides of the ranks, plus the cavalry in the front, there were 600 people, all the cavalry lined up, pointed their spears to the front, and were ready for battle.

Another scout galloped in, and the scout leaped off his horse. "Report to Your Majesty, a whole formation of Gloom Tide has been found ahead, with a considerable number of demons and a huge number of ghouls, I estimate that there are no less than two thousand, and they are rushing here, about twenty miles from here. ”

Stan looked nervously at Byron, and the king still gave orders unfazed. "Order the rear army to step forward and set up the formation, and the archers to prepare. ”

The herald urges the mount to run again, the shouting breaking the silence once more, and Stan wishes the herald to keep shouting, as once again it will only make him more nervous. The knight glanced at Nerfi beside him, although he couldn't see the expression on her face, but the knight noticed the mage's slightly shaking body, which was indeed beyond her ability for a girl who had been in the mage tower for many years, and even Stan felt a huge amount of pressure.

The herald's voice grew softer, and the infantry began to line up behind the cavalry, and due to the large number of people, the infantry formed in three rows, the first row of archers, the second row of heavy infantry with shields in hand, and the third row of light infantry with large swords. The whole team was ready, and all the soldiers put on their helmets and took their weapons in their hands.

Byron was still waiting for news of the third wave of scouts ahead, the soldiers waiting uneasily on either side, some praying softly, others tapping their armor lightly with their weapons, and others simply doing nothing but standing there and looking straight ahead. Before the big war, no one would not be afraid, not even the soldiers of the border state.

At that moment, several of the scouts came running back, each with horror on their faces. "Your Majesty, the Dark Tide army is only ten miles away from here, and their number is ...... There are far more of them than we are!"

"How many!" Byron asked aloud.

"No less than four thousand!" replied the other scout, almost shouting.

There were a few moans from the crowd close to Byron in the group, but Byron remained calm and calm, without a trace of panic. "Are there any other gloom tides besides demons and ghouls?"

"No, Your Majesty, except for one demon general, the others are just ordinary demons and ghouls. The scout replied with his head bowed.

"We didn't see the dragon, Your Majesty!" the other scout quickly added.

"Demon General, it seems that he is the commander of this army. Byron looked at Maurice. "What do you suggest?"

Morris nodded slightly. "We have no choice but to fight. The Captain of the Knight turned his head and looked ahead faintly. "Leave the Leader of the Dark Tide to me. ”

Byron gave another order behind him, "The whole army is a mile forward, out of the hills here, and the infantry follows the cavalry." ”

The herald ran to the flanks, shouting again through the sky, and the whole army began to advance slowly, the cavalry slowing down so that the infantry could keep up with them, and the infantry trotted across the snowy ground, leaving a whole line of footprints.

In the end, the whole team stopped again, waiting for the upcoming big battle. On the horizon in the distance, a long black dragon stretched hundreds of yards from left to right slowly appeared. Prayers were heard from the crowd again, this time, almost everyone prayed together, and soon the soldiers began to sing, the same song that Doyle soldiers would sing before they went to battle, and the song was majestic and loud, inspiring every Doyle soldier, as well as Stan and Nerfi.

Today I will go to the battlefield,

Please don't weep for me, my fellow man,

If my life could be exchanged for the peace of Doyle,

Then I have died a well-deserved death.

Today I will go to the battlefield,

Please don't weep for me, my mother,

If my life can be exchanged for the peace of my family,

Then I have died a well-deserved death.

Today I will go to the battlefield,

Please don't weep for me, my love,

If my life could be exchanged for your peace,

Then I have died a well-deserved death.

Please erase me from your memory,

Just plant a snow lotus in my grave.