It's a hot summer. The steaming heat wave distorted the surrounding scenery a little. On the grassy hillside, White rode his horse slowly. Beside him, seven cavalrymen followed in silence. Under the scorching sun, everyone looked a little tired.

They were the scout team of the 11th Group of the St. Soran Frontier Army, and they were ordered to patrol this jungle and mountain area located in the southwest of the Longmen Theater of Operations. Since leaving the camp this morning, they have only rested for twenty minutes by a small river thirty kilometers away, eaten some dry food, and have been patrolling until now.

Everyone's backs were completely soaked with sweat, and even if they were only wearing chain mail, it felt a little overwhelming. Even the seated scooter was sweating profusely and snorting incessantly. Under the shiny fur, the muscles kept shaking.

The only thing that seems to be still in some spirit may be the war horse behind him. For any cavalryman, the horse is a source of speed and strength. Maintaining the body of their horses before they encounter a battle is a rule that they must keep in mind from the first day they become cavalrymen.

It's not just about winning or losing the battle, it's about everyone's life.

White reined in his horse on top of a small hill. The cavalrymen beside him dismounted, loosened the saddle belts of the horses, and unloaded their heavy weapons, armor, and sacks full of supplies.

By this time, they had already reached the borders of the patrol area. In the past, it was the defense area of the Southwest Noble Alliance. From where they were, they could clearly see several tents and dozens of leisurely soldiers of the aristocratic coalition in the distance.

These soldiers are the patrols of the aristocratic coalition army stationed on the border of the Longmen War Zone. Their line of defense was still thirty kilometers to the southwest. And their main army is 80 kilometers away in Akle County. With the 2nd and 11th Legions standing between them and the Freelt, their patrols were merely cosmetic.

Because he is in charge of this area, White has a lot of contact with them. The patrol area of these guys is not small, but every time they get here, they are stationed. Eat and drink leisurely, pretend to send people around, and when the task time is over, go back to the errand.

"With you in front, what are we worried about?"

A scout squad leader of the Noble Alliance once patted White on the shoulder.

"The Philae have not even broken through your defenses, can they still fly to our southwest with wings? They should also go north to attack the imperial capital. What are you doing here?"

As for the strategic situation, it was a matter for the generals and nobles, and as a small patrol leader, White couldn't understand it, and he didn't want to worry about it. However, judging from his surroundings. The battle didn't seem to be as rosy as the squad leader of the aristocratic coalition seemed to be.

These days, the fighting on the front line is getting more and more intense. White's unit has already sent a lot of people to the front. Even their patrols were stretched thin.

Previously, his squad was only responsible for one basic patrol area. A day of leisurely leisure and affluence. Now, however, their patrol mandate has been extended to three basic patrol areas. Once you come out, it's three days.

It doesn't matter if you are tired, you can be responsible for such a wide range of patrols with the mobility and manpower of a patrol team, from the point of view of the rules. It's a mistake at all.

In White's opinion, even if he tried his best, it was impossible to know every patrol area as well as before. And once the Ferray cavalry took advantage of the situation, it could be a disaster.

But worry is worry, and this is not something that White can solve.

Shangguan had already told him that it was impossible to add any manpower to him in a short period of time. It's not just their squad that's more tasked than that, but the other patrol squads have even heavier tasks. Many squads are responsible for patrolling areas that have reached five. This makes it necessary for them to split up a squad in order to complete the patrol mission.

The current situation of the patrol is already worrying. Daily news from the front. It's even less optimistic.

This time, the Philae Empire not only threw in more attacking troops. Moreover, the combat effectiveness is far higher than that of the ordinary border troops in the past.

According to the troops who rotated from the front, they had fought with many well-known elite troops of Feilie. On the battlefield, you can casually count several flags that were rarely seen before. In addition to the Knights of the Frontier Army, they even encountered the Knights of the Ice Blade and the Knights of the Devil.

And those Fei Lie heavy knights are invincible demons.

Their number is small though. But with each charge, a big hole was carved into the Solan army's defensive line. Not to mention the ordinary cavalry, even the chief knights of the knights of the knights are dressed in battle, and they often never return. Even if they came back, they were all wounded and bloody, and no one of the knights around them died.

The Imperial Frontier Army has not been able to mobilize more troops. And the noble lords of the war zone have already sent all their private soldiers at the request of the war zone command. Even the peasants in the territory were armed with spears and leather armor. But there are still fewer and fewer people in the Longmen camp.

The current Longmen City is no longer the strong fortress it used to be.

Although the Firean army retreated due to the defeat at Lulian and returned the city of Longmen, they demolished large sections of the city walls, burned all the houses, filled up the wells, and swept away all the supplies in the city.

From March to now, it has only been a little more than a month. The Saint Solan Army, which had recaptured the Dragon Gate, would not be able to restore it to its former state.

Now, no one expects how long they will be able to resist the Feilie Army by relying on the Dragon Gate. This dilapidated earthen city is not much better than a field barracks. Once the Filie army comes to the city again, I am afraid that it will not be able to hold out for even a day.

White rolled over and dismounted, telling the soldiers to prepare their tents. It's already afternoon. After a maximum of one prayer hour, the sun will go down. They had to stay here for the night and then turn west. There's still a long way to go.

The soldiers of the aristocratic coalition in the distance had apparently noticed their arrival. Many people are waving at this side, looking excited and relaxed.

For these soldiers, the arrival of White and other border patrols meant that they were still safe in the war zone in front of them. This way, they can continue to stay here at a leisurely pace instead of wading through the scorching sun in the mosquito-infested mountain jungle.

White waved his hand as well. At the same time, I thought maliciously in my heart, if I were a Ferret. At this distance, only one charge was needed, and none of these guys, who had pitched their tents and scattered their horses freely in the distance, could run.

"Captain, how long will these guys be able to hold up if the Phillips do go south?" a soldier saw White looking at the noble coalition patrol in the distance, arranging the tent in his hand. He asked.

Before White could speak, another soldier next to him interjected, "I think, how can they last a year or two?"

He shook off the tent that was rolled up together and said, "I heard that the Marquis of Ashley has gathered all the nobles of the Southwest. The private armed forces of the nobility, now concentrated in Akle County, have exceeded 20,000 men. And, as soon as necessary. You can also call up more troops at any time. ”

"What's the use of having too many people?" the soldier who asked just now sneered, "If our Eleventh Army and Second Army can't stop it, can these guys who have been put together temporarily be even more powerful than our border army?"

"You can't say that," said the interjecting soldier, "first of all, this is their own territory, and they can't do it without trying to do it. Coupled with local battles, the lords supported each other. The manpower and materials are sufficient, which is much better than the dragon gate hanging alone on the front line. Besides, I've heard that the Fifth Army has also been transferred from Lulian. With so many troops, even if they can't fight in the field, but they are determined to defend the city, I'm afraid that the Firet people will not be able to do anything about them in a short time. ”

Hearing the soldier's words, the soldier before thought about it, nodded his head and agreed.

The distance from here to Lulian is almost 500 kilometers. There are countless lords along the way. Castles that have been in operation for dozens or hundreds of years are impregnable. If they are in harmony with each other. Coupled with the assistance of the Fifth Army Corps of the Border Army, not to mention the repulsion of the Filies. It is never difficult to drag on for a year or two.

"Also, don't forget, the Tomahawk Knights, who are heading south with the Second Legion, are now stationed north of Lulian, and the Tomahawk Knights will be able to intervene in three days if the Ferrets really threaten Lulian. The soldier said confidently, turning his head to White, "yes, Captain." ”

White was silent and did not speak. After a long time, he waved his hand, "Let's get to work." ”

The two soldiers looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and continued to pitch their tents. One of them had just tied the rope of the tent to the nailed wooden wedge, and when he looked up, he accidentally noticed that on the distant hillside, several figures on horseback had quickly retreated as soon as they appeared, leaving only a corner of their clothes dangling at the edge of the woods and disappearing.

"Fireth!" cried the soldier in horror.

With his shout, White and the other soldiers turned their heads to look in the direction of his finger. But there was nothing to be seen but empty hillsides and silent jungles.

"Where did the Philae come from," one soldier asked, looking at Yuanchuan suspiciously, "are you right?"

"That's right. The soldier hesitated, and said with an uncertain expression.

"All on guard, armor, mounted!" White commanded cautiously, looking around.

The direction of the soldier's finger was a hill to the right of the Noble Alliance Patrol where the soldiers were stationed. Five kilometers from there, there is a canyon that crosses two hills. Crossing the canyon and crossing a river, you can go up the river bank and step on the Longji Plateau.

Geographically, it is on the edge of the patrol area of the Longmen Theater, and it is also a key patrol area that his team will patrol tomorrow. If the Philaetes were to go south, it was very likely that they would come from that side. However, it should be after breaking through the defense line of the Solan army, is it ......

The Phillips Division?

The thought crossed his mind, and White's face suddenly became ugly.

He put on a pair of breastplates, took out a magic core, and embedded it under the heart guard at the heart of the heart of the left chest of the armor. With a fluctuation of magic power, only a few soft sounds were heard, and the armor that originally only protected his chest and vest quickly stretched out, forming a set of armor including shoulder armor and arm armor, which tightly wrapped his body.

Seeing White's demonic battle armor, the eyes of the soldiers who hurriedly put on the armor around showed a trace of envy and solemnity.

They all knew that the captain's demonic armor was a reward that the captain had received for his meritorious service two years ago. Although it only has an upper body, and it is only the lowest five-star armor in the Demon Pattern Battle Armor, it is quite valuable because it has a complete set of Demon Patterns and has the function of cascading and shrinking.

This set of magic armor. Not only can it increase White's combat effectiveness by more than 30%, but also, its defense is almost perverted. The cavalry in the squad attacked at the same time, but they could not break through the armor's defenses. If it weren't for the reward, with White's rank and salary, he wouldn't have been able to afford it for the rest of his life.

On weekdays, White cherishes this set of armor as if it were his life, and would rather wear the same ordinary armor as everyone else. I can't afford to use it once. And today, he actually put on this magic armor, which shows that the strictness of the matter is not as simple as everyone is like.

A moment later, everyone in White's squad had already put on their armor and mounted their horses. They may draw their swords. Or take off your rifle and stand guard on the hill to the right of the noble coalition patrol. The horse bags, tents, and miscellaneous items scattered around were completely ignored, and they all seemed to be facing a great enemy.

Their move made the soldiers of the aristocratic coalition in the distance a little stunned. The two officers, who had been in the tent, strode out, looked up at each other, and ordered a soldier to come on horseback and ask what was going on.

But before their soldiers could get on their horses, suddenly. White and the others stared. I only saw that in the woods next to me, there were startled birds. A thunderous sound of horses' hooves rolled in.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Ferry's cavalry had rushed out of the woods and rushed down the hillside on the right. The silver armor, reflecting the dazzling light in the blazing sun, looked like mercury flowing in flames from a distance. Stung everyone's eyes.

Just for a moment. This whistling torrent. He went down the slope and rushed in front of the noble patrol.

And this time. The patrol soldiers didn't react at all. Some of them stood in stroze, and some of them had just come out of their tents. There was even a group of people carrying prey from the jungle and happily walking towards this side with the chopped firewood.

Then, disaster struck.

First, the rain of arrows easily pierced the unprotected flesh of these soldiers, breaking through the bloody holes and nailing them to the ground. Then there were rolling iron hooves whistling past, and the sky-high blood flowers and a terrible scream brought up by the sword light one after another.

The entire garrison, like a piece of paper, was smashed to pieces by the Philip Iron Horse. The tent fell, and the steaming iron pot fell to the ground. The fleeing crowd was chased by the Ferry Knights, slashed to the ground, and then swept under the dense iron hooves, turning into a cloud of bloody mud.

"It's the Red Flame Knights," White yelled, wide-eyed, "Go!"

However, at the same time as he roared, the Ferray cavalry had already split up and rushed towards this side at high speed. And among them, more than a dozen magicians in white robes, like kites blown by the wind, waved their hands in the air more than ten meters high and released dozens of magic in this direction.

The mysterious and terrifying magical element turned the mountain where White was located into hell in an instant. The originally calm air, grass and trees have all become deadly traps. Wind blades cut back and forth, stabbing into the sky one by one, and boulders and fireballs falling from the sky enveloped every inch of land.

"Let's go, let's go!"

"Herod!"

"Ahh

"Captain, run!"

Although White had given the order to retreat at the first opportunity, when his horse jumped down the hill, there were only three soldiers left around him. And when he crouched in the saddle, through the open meadow, and into the woods, he was the only one left in the group.

With a scream behind him, White galloped along the road he had come from. His breastplate was sunken in, and his thigh was cracked with a deep bone-revealing opening. If it weren't for the extremely strong defensive power of the demon armor, the two wind blades that had whistling and cut through his body could kill him!

White didn't dare to stop, not even look back. He knew that his subordinates, who had fought alongside him countless times, were dead.

All dead!

It's on that grassy hill. Seven living flesh-and-blood men, under the attack of hundreds of knights and a dozen magicians who shot at the same time, did not even have the strength to fight back, and they had already turned into broken corpses, which remained there forever.

White's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth.

If it was on the battlefield, he would never run. He will fight hard with the other party, even if he dies in battle, he will not take half a step back in front of and behind the corpse of his robe. But now the only thing he could do. It's about running. Run desperately, escape from here, and bring back this information that is more precious than your own life!

The Phillips divide their forces and raid!

When the 11th Army Corps and the 2nd Army Corps were still fighting to the death with the troops pressed by the Feilie Army on the Longmen front, and were still doing their best to defuse the enemy's offensive, the other side had already taken advantage of the gap between the battlefield and the decline of the information control range of the Solan Army, and quietly bypassed the war zone.

White's mind went blank. Repeated replay in front of the eyes. It's the banner of this army and the flaming flame crest on their armor. Every time he thought about it, he felt like he had lost a fraction of the heat in his body. The vest is cold.

The Red Flame Knights are one of the most elite Golden Knights of the Filie Empire.

The knights of the Philip Empire are divided into three ranks: gold, silver and bronze according to their strength. The Bronze Knights were mostly local knights or low-ranking knights in the border army. The Silver Order was mainly under the command of the Philip Army. And the Knights of the Golden Order. It is an elite knightly order under the direct jurisdiction of Peter I.

The Golden Order of Peter I was only seven. However, every Golden Order is a war machine built with the strength of the whole country. The combat effectiveness is extremely terrifying. In the ranking of the Continental Knights, it is still far above the five major knights of St. Solan!

Each of the Golden Knights is an elite selected from the thousands of best knights in the Feilie Army, and for half a year of the year, they are trained in the bitter cold snowfields in the northwest of the Feilie Empire, relying on and demonic beasts. Fight the wind and snow, and the fierce orcs of the mountains to keep their minions sharp.

Legend has it that a golden knight regiment can easily reduce a fortified city to ashes. And the Seven Golden Knights will be able to conquer the entire continent.

White didn't know if this statement came from the arrogance or self-confidence of the Phillips, but he understood that being left behind by such an army would be important to the entire battle of Solan. What it means.

This means: The High Command's prediction of the southward movement of the Firet Army has become a reality. At the same time, it also means that the empire has been operating for hundreds of years. It's already a waste.

The Filies, who went deep into the hinterland, completely seized the initiative. To the south, they could directly attack the territory of the southwestern nobles and force Lulian with troops. To the north, they could detour back behind the Eleventh and Second Legions, and form a front and rear attack with the frontal troops.

At that time, the Eleventh Army of Solan and the Second Army of the River stationed at Longmen, let alone blocking the enemy from the country, may be completely wiped out if they hesitate at the slightest moment.

White was anxious.

As a scout, in the past month, his scout unit has repeatedly gone behind enemy lines to find out information. The fighting on the front line is even more intense, and the troops on both sides are intertwined, and there is a lot of contact every day. But for such a long time, they didn't even know anything about this Golden Order of Knights!

Until this moment, until the other party silently passed through the mountain jungle, bypassed the defense line, and appeared here!

It is clear that this plan has been planned by the enemy for a long time.

On the surface, they pressed the territory heavily and stormed the Longmen defense line. In fact, they were not ready to continue fighting at Longmen at all. The oppression of the front line was only to contain Solan's 2nd and 11th Legions. The roundabout Red Flame Knights are the real killer moves of their commander, Duke Benson.

Duke Benson was a famous general of the Philae Empire. It has the nickname of the wolf of the snow. He is a clever soldier and is best at catching the weaknesses of his opponents and seizing the moment.

In the previous battle, it was he who commanded the Phillips to capture the fortified Longmen border city, and in the ensuing pursuit battle, he bit the defeated Solan Fourth and Ninth Legions, completely erasing these two legions from the formation of the Solan Border Army.

If it weren't for the battle of Lulian that stopped Ferry's three-way advance, I am afraid that Benson would have already attacked the hinterland of the empire.

And this time, when he made a comeback, he had far more powerful troops than before, and he also had a far greater appetite than before!

The Dragon Gate is no longer in his eyes, what he wants to swallow is the entire southern part of Solan!

White galloped desperately. At the sound of the horse's hoofs, the branches and thorns of the trees rushed to his face, cutting through his clothes and skin, and retreating quickly into the distance. The sound of the horses' hooves behind them grew more and more urgent, and the shouts of the knights of Ferret and the sound of the magician's fireball blades crashing into the woods were like a tidal wave chasing their heels.

I don't know how far I ran, I don't know how many times I almost died, and when the pursuers behind him were silent, White was covered with scars and rode up a hill.

I saw the wind and clouds surging in the sky, and the earth and forests undulating. At the foot of the mountain in the distance, thousands of Ferri knights galloped out of the mountain forest. It converged into a rushing torrent, whistling towards the south without stopping. The dense sound of horses' hooves, like the horn of hell opening, was deafening.

The flames of war finally spread into the heart of the empire on this day. From now on, there will be no peace in the southwest of the empire!

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On the evening of April 8, 320 A.D., 4,000 members of the Red Flame Knights of the Philip Empire, under the command of Duke Benson, a famous general of Ferry, bypassed the Solan defense line along the southwest gorge, and suddenly appeared in the rear of the second and eleventh legions of the Solan Frontier Army stationed at Longmen. This leapfrog strategic detour completely declared that the Longmen defense line became history.

On April 9, the Eleventh and Second Legions, which had received a report from the only survivor of the Scout Squad, were forced to abandon Longmen Fortress and retreat eastward one after another. At the same time, the commander of the theater of operations, General Miller, sent hundreds of cavalry to reconnoiter and deploy defenses in the direction of the Red Flame Knights to protect the main retreat channel.

On the same day, the Viscount of Bales, the territory of the southwestern aristocratic alliance, was attacked by the Red Flame Knights who were heading south.

The battle began at seven o'clock in the morning, and in less than two prayers, the castle of the unsuspecting Viscount of Barles had already fallen. At that time, the town was in flames, corpses were strewn everywhere, and hundreds of civilians and soldiers were slaughtered. Thousands of people have fled deep into the mountains or in the south, leaving them homeless.

According to the information collected by the Ignorant Hall, the Red Flame Knights only stayed for a short time after the capture of Bales, and then advanced south before noon.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, this silver-armored army had already appeared in the southeast of Moriele County, and before four o'clock, it captured the Barony of Anger, which was still ignorant of the crisis, and then swept through the entire county of Moriele before nine o'clock in the evening.

By the early morning of April 10, the outer territory of the Southwest Noble Coalition Defense Area was already a scorched earth. However, it was not until 9 o'clock in the morning of this day that the front garrison of the coalition army, located 40 kilometers northwest of the main force of the coalition army, did not get the news.

And just when the commander of the former army reported to the Marquis of Ashley and mobilized his troops to prepare for the battle, the Red Flame Knights had already swung south, approaching less than three kilometers away from the coalition defense line.

On the night of April 10, the Marquis of Ashley received news of the rout of the former army.

That battle, from the very beginning, was a one-sided slaughter. The coalition forces stationed in the northwest direction had only more than 2,300 infantry and more than 200 cavalry. The attacking Red Flame Knights, on the other hand, had more than 1,400 elite knights armed to the teeth, more than 2,000 cavalry, and a full squad of three magicians.

According to eyewitness accounts, the enemy first launched a covering attack on the defenders' camp with bows and arrows, and then the cavalry, under the cover of the magician's magic, charged at high speed. Under the overwhelming magic and the onslaught of the iron dragon-like cavalry, the aristocratic coalition that relied on the defense of the barracks did not even hold on to the first wave of attacks, and had already collapsed.

The improvised coalition soldiers fled all over the mountains. The nobles who pressed the formation behind turned around and disappeared under the protection of the cavalry.

Hundreds of people were herded to the banks of the river, in the fields, on the hills, and then cut down like lambs by the Ferray cavalry whizzing behind them. As far as the eye could see, the area where the barracks was located was littered with corpses, scattered banners, swords, and billowing smoke from burning fires.

In less than three days, the Red Flame Knights swept through six large and small territories, spanning hundreds of square kilometers, and blood flowed like rivers wherever the iron hooves passed.

To the south, then to the south.

No one could stop the Red Flame Knights' attack. This famous Golden Order of Knights is like a roaring iron dragon, crashing headlong towards the south.

The world was shocked......