The scorching sun at noon hung over the clear blue sky, the quiet sky was cloudless, and occasionally an eagle roared and flew across the sky, swearing its strength and pride.

Under the glass sky, the army of mighty waves rushed towards the Dawn Plains. The armoured soldiers marched in unison, silent and resolute. Their eyes only looked into the distance, the clash of iron armor was sonorous and powerful, and their heavy steps stepped on the earth, merging with the earth, and the wind could neither blow away nor blow away. On their side, the Jin Ge iron horse galloped past, and the sound of iron hooves was as loud as the thunder of spring.

The banner of the Black Eagle on a yellow background of the McCarvey family fluttered above the army as if an eagle were walking with it.

As it is said in the book of Revelation, when the thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison to deceive the nations of the four corners of the earth, Gog and Magog, and to gather them together for war, and their numbers will be as great as the sand of the sea.

Julian McCarvey stood with them in his army and proudly proclaimed, "My friends, my soldiers, my faithful followers. I have something to say to you, and if you have ears to hear, let me hear. ”

Julian is a natural performer, with a strong voice, and a seductive voice.

The soldiers, hearing the call of their great leader, stopped and looked at Julian.

Julian nodded in satisfaction, he sat on his horse and waved his arms and said:

"My hands are shaking, my hands are shaking!"

The generals couldn't understand why their lord had spoken so timidly before going to war, but they listened to Julian's admonitions.

No one objected, no one refuted, no one could dissuade. Julian smiled with satisfaction, but in the next moment, Julian's momentum suddenly turned aside, like wind and lightning tearing through the sky.

"But! This is not because of fear! but because of the excitement and anticipation of the coming war. Gentlemen, I am excited, gentlemen, I am looking forward to you tearing the minions of Count Noamun, expecting you to break through their formation, expecting you to ravage the roaring lion banner of the House of Noamun under your feet, expecting you to castrate the genitals of the male lion. Ladies and gentlemen, I have long awaited this war, I have long awaited your victory in my dedication, I have long dreamed that your battle cry will resound across the vast land, that the eagle banner of Mykawi will fly forever, that I will share with you the money and wine of Boulder. ”

"Do not be afraid, do not be worried, forsake your cowardice, for I am with you. I ask you, what is the most important thing for a good army? the number of the army? is it well equipped, or is it more knights? no, no, no, neither, the most important thing is morale, and the most powerful weapon is fear.

In this bloody battlefield, anyone can die at any time, and whoever throws down his weapon and runs away first will lose the war, especially the peasants, who have not undergone special training, have no sense of honor, no sense of responsibility, do not know why they are fighting, the reason why they participate in the war is just an obligation imposed on them by the lord without authorization, they are cowardly, cowardly, once they see blood, they will scream, cry and vomit, and when they see the dead bodies of their companions, they will stop, squatting on the ground and trembling in the face of fear.

Man is a creature of the herd, and as long as one peasant drops his weapon, there will be a second, a third....... There is a chain reaction, people who are not strong-willed will be defeated without a fight, even if they run away will be killed on the spot by the warlords, they will also run away without hesitation, because they would rather die than face fear, even if they understand that if they run away, they will die, as long as they continue to fight, there will be a glimmer of life This simple and easy-to-understand truth, but they can't suppress their instincts, they can't suppress their heartbeat, they can't keep their knees from trembling, they can't hold the sword in their hands, even if they protect themselves, they will throw it away, because the shield is useless in the face of fear, ”

"But you are different, you are my carefully selected soldiers Julian McCarvey, your weapons, armor and food are provided by me, you don't have to worry about the heavy snow in winter, you don't have to worry about the flash floods in spring, you don't have to worry about the riverbeds drying up in summer, you don't have to worry about locusts in the mountains in autumn, you don't have to worry about the harvest of rice fields, because all of this has nothing to do with you. All you have to do is follow me, you only have to win with me, you only have to share the joy of victory with me. I have fulfilled all your demands, and I have only one expectation for you, and that is to follow in my footsteps, to charge with me, and to destroy any enemy who stands in my way!"

"My name is the same as you. Julian raised his hand to declare his will.

"Long live House McCarvey! Long live Julian McCarvey!" Edgar shouted with his arms raised.

The soldier raised his head and shouted:

"Long live the McCarvey!Long live Julian McCarvey!Long live the McCarvey!Long live Julian McCarvey!Long live the McCarvey!Long live Julian McCarvey!Long live Julian McCarvey!Long live Julian McCarvey........."

This unwavering cry that shook the mountains and wilderness was like an undulating sea, slapping over and over again on the boulders of the shore, in the hearts of the army of the Count of Noamun, and into the depths of the heart, awakening the fear of the mobs.

The Count of Noamon and his men were all pale with displeasure, and the cowardly Baron Don Théne even bent down and vomited, so that the ground was full of filth and vomited until he vomited gastric juices.

The behavior of Baron Don Tyne caused Count Noamon to lose face, and his morale plummeted, and the angry Count Noadamon whipped Baron Don Tyne with a horsewhip, and the fat Baron Don Tyne was beaten so much that he screamed and begged for mercy. It crawled about on the ground like a pig, but the more he begged for mercy, the harder the whip became.

Baron Don Tyne threw out a distress look, hoping that someone could help him dissuade the angry Count Noamun, but none of the vassals under the seat of Count Noamon paid attention to him, not only that, but also loudly and maliciously mocked Baron Don Tayne's cowardice, obviously they were also pale and frightened just now.

Baron Don Tyne has been pampered since he was a child, has never practiced martial arts, and has not done the slightest bit of hard work, plus the whip of Count Noamon has no scruples, after a while Baron Don Tyne was whipped and covered with injuries, and finally there was no way to hurt him, he panicked and actually got into the crotch of Count Noamun's horse, the nobles laughed, laughing at Baron Don Tyne for not having the spirit of a warrior, seeing Baron Don Tyne so uncompetitive, Noamon was furious and whipped on Baron Don Tyne's exposed buttocks, and the painful Baron Don Tyne was heartbroken like a butcher killing a pig。

But he did not want this cry to startle the horse of the Count of Noammon, and the front hooves were raised, and the Count of Noamon held the whip in one hand and the reins lightly in the other, and rolled off the horse.

The panicked vassals hurriedly got off their horses and picked up Count Noamun, who had fallen to the ground, but fortunately there were no serious injuries, only some pain in his lower back.

Don Tyne hid his head under the crotch of his horse and shivered, his eyes were terrified, he did not think that because his horse was frightened, the Count of Noamon was also injured because of it, and his heart could not help but become more frightened and panicked.

Two knights forcibly grabbed Baron Dontyne by the arm, and despite their resistance and struggle, dragged him to the Count of Noamont.

Looking at Baron Dontyne, whose face was full of horror mixed with snot, tears and dust, Count Noamon was so disappointed that he threw his whip and slapped Baron Don Tyne in the face, leaving a large blood mark from his left forehead to his right jaw, and Baron Don Tyne covered his face and rolled on the ground and wailed.

"Drag this pig down and lock him up, and when this battle is over I will strip him of his title and territory. ”

"Don't laugh, if anyone dares to flee in this war, then his entire family will face destruction, and I will do it!" said Count Noamun, threatening his vassals.