Fiordland Town, fifteen kilometers southeast of Luoxia City, the main city of Viscount Wenger.

Built on a hill and guarding a small river that is a tributary of the Hilai River and the entrance to a valley of mountains and valleys within a radius of tens of kilometers, the town has always been a battleground for soldiers.

More than a hundred years ago, the Romans fought a battle in Fiordland against the noble rebels in the south that lasted nearly six years. Historically known as the Battle of the Fjords.

In the twenty years that the southern aristocracy rebelled, nearly one-third of the time was spent on this war. More than 300,000 soldiers from both sides died here. Until now, local mountain people can often dig up the bones of soldiers killed in battle and the fragments of rusted weapons in the mountains and forests and even in the underground of the farmland.

Geographically, Fiordland and Medin are on a parallel line. A town and a city, like two dogs' teeth, guard the southwestern mén households of the province of Loulian. Losing any of them would have left the northern plains cities of Lulian facing the Ferrets of their spears.

Before the Battle of Medin, Fiordland had fought a few small battles. However, the Fei Lie's army, which had come from the rugged and narrow mountain roads, had already exhausted themselves from the rugged and muddy mountain roads. In addition, the logistical route was too long, and it was simply impossible to organize a large-scale offensive.

Therefore, after several attempts, the Ferrets, who were famous for their cavalry, quickly abandoned this town, which was not suitable for large-scale cavalry movements, and the geographical terrain was far more difficult to attack than the city of Medding, and concentrated on the city of Medin on the west side.

Although it was ostensibly attributed to the dangers and strategic imperatives of Fiordland's location, both sides of the battle understood that "the terrain is only a small part of the whole reason." The bigger reason is because the Knights of the Red Leaves, one of the five major knights of the St. Solan Empire, are stationed in Fiordland Town!

On this day, as usual, the barracks built at the entrance of Fjord Town were still in order.

After the morning training, the soldiers usually rest in the barracks. Some were sleeping, others wiping weapons or chatting, and many more gathered in the wide barracks and school grounds for games among men, such as fighting and jousting.

"Okay!" A burst of sky-high cheers suddenly sounded, and in the dense crowd of people in the school field, a big knight flew up, and his sturdy body crossed an arc in the air, smashing into the crowd behind him, and for a while people turned on their backs.

"Lose money and lose money!"

"***" Lao Tzu pressed the five Yintaishi, give the money quickly. ”

"This pig, how can you let Young Master Philip get close, it's big and has a fart. Can you suppress Young Master Philip's vindictive energy?"

The crowd was like a boiling pot, applauding, cursing, and chasing bets.

Philip was wearing a close-fitting linen training suit, his sweat soaked his back, his wet head was sticking to his forehead, and he was crossed, "Standing in the open space in the crowd, laughing: "Who else is coming?!"

Hearing Philip's challenge, a knight of Mou Zheng, who was of similar strength to Philip, suddenly took off his clothes, threw them to the ground, and strode out with a bare body.

At the same time, a thin middle-aged man, accompanied by two guards, squeezed into the crowd.

Seeing that Philip was about to fight with the just knight," the man suddenly laughed and said, "Wait!

Philip, who was about to make a move, turned his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw the middle-aged man, he couldn't help but smile.

Before he could speak, he saw the man kick under his feet, and the whole person was like a cannonball towards him.

"Wow!" the crowd burst into exclamation.

The soldiers saw that as the strange middle-aged man kicked on the ground, the ground on which he had been standing was silently dented like a shriveled dough, and the ground cracked inch by inch. And his body, under the action of this terrifying force, broke through the air and roared out!

"Who is he?"

"Why haven't I seen it before, hey, you know what?"

Everyone couldn't help but head up for a while. They all turned their eyes to the two comrades who led the middle-aged man here.

A guard looked at the middle-aged man blankly, scratched his head and said, "We don't know, it seems that he came from the first training camp, he went to the military camp and said that he wanted to see the captain, so we brought him over." ”

In the midst of the crowd's discussions, the middle-aged man had already arrived in front of Philip, and he was punched head-on.

Bang! Philip's thick arms were crossed in front of him, and his muscles swelled instantly, and he resisted the thin man's fist.

For a moment, I saw that his whole person was shrouded in a gust of wind. The head, the clothes, were all blown straight by the terrible fist wind. Pedaling and pedaling, Philip withdrew three steps in succession. Before he could stand up straight from the power of this punch, people saw the middle-aged man's body suddenly rise into the air, spinning horizontally seven hundred and twenty degrees in the air, and smashing it down with one kick.

Philip took a deep breath, and his fighting aura suddenly rose to the tenth layer, and four battle rings spun out and jumped up his arms along his body. He let out a loud shout, and met the middle-aged man's flying down tuǐ with the same jiāo fork posture as before.

With a loud bang that was even more terrifying before, Philip's face was red, and his forehead was blue. The body suddenly became a large section shorter, 1 butuǐ from the knee down, like a nail, deep into the dirt. The whirling battle ring on his body was like a candle flame in the wind, swaying, as if it would be extinguished soon.

The power of one blow is so great!

The crowd around was quiet. The fighters were speechless with astonishment. The faces of several high-ranking knights next to him changed, and at the same time, they took a step forward and escorted Philip.

Everyone knows that the winner is decided. If the thin middle-aged man made another move, even if it was just a casual punch and kick, Philip couldn't afford it. If you don't lie on G for a year and a half, I'm afraid you won't even be able to get off the ground.

However, the middle-aged man obviously has no intention of making another move. He stood aside with his hands in his hands, smiling at Philip, whose face was flushed from breath in the pit.

"Whew!" it took a long time for Philip to exhale a turbid breath and ease up. The swaying battle ring and the blood surging on the cheeks receded like cháo water, and the expression was restored to normal.

"Let's get in the way, you're blocking the wrong person. This is my teacher!" Philip angrily waved off his knights. Hold the middle-aged man's outstretched hand and pull out the tuǐ from the deep dirt.

"That's right, I can take over the two moves of my sixth-layer combat power attack, and I will make progress!" the middle-aged man said with a smile on his head.

After bowing respectfully, he stood up and asked excitedly, "Teach Kameni, why do you have time to come here today?"

"Passing by, by the way, look at you. The middle-aged man smiled.

This middle-aged man, whom Philip called Kameni, was the great knight teaching of Philip at the First Knight Training Camp. Although Philip is now the captain of the Momiji Knights. But in fact, his identity is still an ungraduated student in the first training camp.

Waving his hand to signal the frightened and chattering warriors to disperse, Philip accompanied Kameni to his barracks and asked, "Passing by, are you coming to Lulian for a trip?"

Kameni shook his head and smiled faintly.

Philip carefully observed his teacher, who had only been separated for more than a year, and his temples had turned a lot whiter.

"Visiting family?" guessed Philip.

As far as he knew, "Lady Kameni's maiden home is in the province of Loulian." He couldn't think of any other reason for Kameni to leave the Imperial Capital training camp and appear in Lulian, thousands of miles away.

"Sort of. Kameni and Philip walked side by side and said slowly, "However, the main reason for coming this time is because I was assigned to teach at the branch of Muni City. ”

"Teaching at the Muni Branch?" Philip suddenly stood on his feet, "I can't believe my ears:" You mean "You are a great knight of light, and you have been assigned to teach junior students in Muni City?"

Kameni was silent, a hint of loneliness flashing in his eyes.

Philip was immediately angry: "Who did it, is it Wilson?!"

And no wonder Philip fires. You must know that at the headquarters of the first training camp in the imperial capital, "Kameni is not the strongest in teaching, but he is the one with the most experience in teaching. All the students under his name "no matter how poor their talent is, they can be tapped into their potential by him."

Philip himself is a prime example.

In terms of fighting talent, he is not outstanding. Moreover, from becoming a just knight and entering the first training camp to leaving, he only received Kameni's teaching for a short period of one year.

But with such a talent, in such a short period of time, his potential has been fully tapped by Kameni.

After becoming Kameni's student, Philip not only went from one star to three stars, but also made great strides in martial arts and combat experience.

And when he left the academy and went south to Lulian to join the war, he felt the benefits of being a disciple of Kameni even more keenly. It is with Kameni's teachings that he can defeat opponents who are stronger than himself again and again, and survive the bloody battlefield!, Kameni, has a very high status in the hearts of the cadets of the first training camp.

As we all know, over the years, the first training camp has been overwhelmed by the other two training camps. For nine consecutive years, the competition has accompanied the last seat. Only the students taught by Kameni can still save a little face in the usual fantasy world battles. This is no secret in the entire three major training camps.

All the students believed that if it weren't for the fame of the first training camp, which was not as good as the other two training camps in terms of recruiting talented students, this situation could be completely reversed.

As long as Kameni is given a few geniuses who are even comparable to the top students of the other two academies, he can lead the first training camp to raise his eyebrows!

Philip originally wanted to use his current appeal in the circle of noble children to find two outstanding students for Kameni. Unexpectedly, before he could put his idea into practice, Kameni was assigned to Lulian, who had never been a knight!

For Kameni, it's like a swan having its wings brutally clipped! No matter how hard he tried, his cadets were nothing more than a bunch of small máo heads with only the strength of armed knights or brave knights!

Of all the people Philip knew, there was only one Wilson who could do such a thing!

Wilson, who ranks in the top 20 paladins of the Saint Solan Empire, is the elder brother of the first training camp and the second ranked in the Great Teachings, "Both in strength and status, it is much higher than Kameni."

However, his heart and ability to teach his students are inversely proportional to his strength. Not only was this man inferior to Kameni in teaching his students," but he was also jealous of his ability to allow Kameni's students to win many competitions in the camp. I've always looked at Kameni unpleasantly.

Looking at the wry smile on Kameni's face when he faced his inquiry, Philip confirmed his guess, and for a moment he was furious, as if his mouth was about to explode. What made him most uncomfortable was that no matter how angry he was, he couldn't help Kameni, and he couldn't even say a word of comfort.

You must know that although Wilson is not as good as Kameni in terms of teaching ability, he is many times better than Kameni in terms of his own strength and playing nòng power.

Under his management, the first training camp went up to the Presbyterian Church and down to the branches of the major provinces, and most of them joined his faction. Even the 1st Knight Company, which had always been neutral, was more or less under his control. It can be said that if it weren't for the fact that there was a nominal training camp commander on top of his head, the first great teaching was pressing him. There are still some people next to him who are unwilling to be in the same stream, I'm afraid he has already covered the sky with one hand.

And using the power of the Carré family to exert external pressure is also not feasible.

Since Grand Duke Solan founded the Knight Training Camp, the three major training camps have enjoyed an extremely lofty and independent status in the Solan Empire. Over the past hundred years, I don't know how many paladins and mercenaries have been born here, and how many great nobles and even princes have been trained and educated. Not to mention the Carré family, even the four old nobles and royalty can't do it.

What's more, the three major training camps have always been one of the main positions in the high-level struggle of the imperial aristocracy, and any family that is too deeply involved in the academy struggle will attract interference from other families. Once they do, the Carré family will not only face Wilson, but also a flood of political enemies.

Therefore, with Philip's current position, he is only helpless to Kameni.

"Well, no big deal. Seeing the resentful appearance of his beloved, Kameni gently patted Philippe on the shoulder and comforted: "It's not bad to go to Lulian." At least it's a little quieter than the imperial capital, and there aren't so many worries. Besides, maybe I'll find a genius here......

As soon as Kameni said this, he was suddenly interrupted by a commotion at the entrance of the barracks.

He and Philip turned their heads to look, only to see a black-and-white féi dog, outflanked and intercepted by dozens of guards and even cavalry, like a nimble loach, flying towards this side, faster than a fourth-order wind leopard!

"Oliver?!"

The official had only seen him once a little over a month ago, but Philip still recognized the dog next to Roy. At the time, the dog was so impressed with him. The five second-order snow wolves were prostrate on the ground in front of this féi dog, and they couldn't even move.

Coupled with the fact that the féi dog was like a pig, it was difficult to remember, and the guards around couldn't stop the dog that suddenly jumped into the barracks. Even a few knights who were riding horses in pursuit were left far behind by it.

In the blink of an eye, Oliver was already running to Philip's feet, twisting his round waist, wagging his tail at Philip and screaming loudly.

Philip's eyes were sharp, and at a glance he saw the parchment roll on the collar of the dog's neck, which was quickly pulled out and unfolded, and his face changed after only two glances. A loud shout: "All urgently assemble!"

At Philip's command, the knights responded with a bang, turned and galloped away. A moment later, with the sound of a rapid horn, countless soldiers put on armor and took weapons, rushed out of the barracks, led out their horses, and galloped to the Central School Yard to assemble.

Kameni stood on the edge of the school yard, watching the river-like cháo flow past him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"A friend of mine has been attacked by the Black Skull bandits and is in a dangerous situation. Philip's handsome face was already an iron blue.

"Oh?" Kameni raised his eyebrows slightly, and said uncertainly, "Your friend?"

In Kameni's opinion, there are only people who are qualified to be friends with Philip, let alone Lulian, even if there are not many people in the entire Solan Empire. The reason for this is that Philip's family background is difficult for ordinary people and even some small nobles to approach, but also because he is too arrogant.

The person who can get his sincere approval is simply rare. "Aside from hearing that this kid is friends with Princess Elethea, Kameni hasn't even seen even one of his "friends".

Naturally, Kameni was very curious about the friend that Philippe was talking about. He wanted to know who this guy who sent a dog to carry a letter "can make Philip gather hundreds of cavalry of the Second Knight Brigade of the entire Red Leaf Legion in a big way."

"Yes. Friend!" Hearing Kameni's question, Philip stared at the group assembled in front of him and nodded seriously: "Although I have only met him once, he has saved my life.

Fonmeni looked at Philip's side and became even more curious about the man he was talking about.

He knew very well that a man as proud as Philip, who had been born in a deceitful aristocratic circle since childhood, had always made a clear distinction between friends and benefactors. If there is no good enough reason for him to trust, then he may repay the favor with all his life, but he may not necessarily treat you as his friend.

In particular, this person has only met once, which Kameni can't figure out.

What kind of person has such a great charm.

In just ten minutes, a hundred heavily armed Momiji Knights, two hundred Knights and four hundred cavalry rushed out of the open barracks like a black oppressive dark cloud, and rolled westward.

The sky was already covered by a sudden rain of arrows.

These long arrows, leaving the vibrating bowstrings of the longbows of the bandits in the distance, soared into the air, flew some distance through the air, and then swooped down on the small carts like locusts.

For a moment, only the sound of the swishing of the air could be heard, "the dull popping of the steel arrows as they plunged into the earth, the wooden planks, and the terrible screams of the people who were being hit by the arrows."

The crowd was running wildly.

Civilians crawled into the nearest dòng, or huddled inside, shivering, or crying as they watched their relatives crimped to the ground before they could enter the dòng.

The mercenaries and guards, with shields in one hand and swords in the other, "galloped down the pit to their defensive posts."

The battle has finally begun. While the last line of defense had not yet been completed, the enemy was ready to attack. They didn't wait any longer, but attacked as quickly as they could.

This attack, once started, does not stop!

"Alert!" Jin Sen's roar came from under the outer earthen walls. Every soldier who arrived at the defensive position was clinging to the wall and holding their shields against their heads.

"Archers!" shouted Kanamori.

There were more than eighty archers, most of them caravan grooms, men and young men with little melee ability. Bows and arrows in their hands, although not as good as the professional shè hands among mercenaries, as long as they are dense enough, they can still cause damage to the enemy.

"Raise your bow, fifty-five degrees!"

At the roar of Kanamori, the archers raised their bows one after another. The shield-wielding soldiers next to them covered their heads with shields.

"Shoot the arrows!"

With Kanamori's order, the shield above his head quickly dodged, and sharp arrows rose into the air with the humming and vibrating of the bowstring, flew out of the car formation, and rushed towards the group of bandits who couldn't stop at the bottom of the mountain. , the arrows on both sides, like two swarms of black pressed bees, are wrong in the air.

Although the shield-wielding warrior next to him quickly blocked the archers, in a short instant, two archers were hit by the flying arrows. A wound was on the big tuǐ, and the blood instantly soaked the ground.

The other was directly pierced through the eye socket by the falling arrow dòng, and without even snorting, he fell to the ground.

Sincere!

No sooner had Roy jumped out of the carriage than an arrow landed on the armrest of the carriage's driver's seat. Sharp arrows pierced into the handrails with great impact, sending sawdust flying.

The terrifying sound of tuk tuk tuk is terrifying. The canopy was riddled with holes, and the wooden planks of the carriage were densely covered with arrows. The mud on the earthen walls, the bushes, the stagnant water in the earthen pits, the blood on the human body, and even the surrounding qiē, seemed to be shattered by arrows.

I don't know how long it took, but when Jinsen organized the manshè suppression for the fourth time, the rain of arrows of the bandits finally gradually thinned out.

Roy shook his head, shook off the crumbs on his head, and made a gesture from Ivan and the others beside him, and then rose upside down and stood in the carriage.

Then, he saw that in front of him, countless bandits with hideous faces and red eyes rushed up the hillside and rushed towards the car formation!

"Kill!"

In the roar of this terrifying man, the car array under his feet was like a small one in the terrifying sea

of the reef.

Blood làng splash!a.