XII

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The night of August 8, 1666 (MDay+129).

Lenny Central District 1

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"I'm sorry, but I only brought three hundred knights. You will be 10,000 people, Your Majesty. ”

This conversation takes place in the year 1066 of the Standard Calendar, in the fateful battle that will determine whether or not the Second Dynasty of Korman will survive. Faced with barbarian warriors all over the mountains, the first Knights of Judgment and later Grand Duke of Sotalan once said this to his loyal emperor.

In that battle of Sotaran, three hundred knights broke through the entire flank of the Northeast Barbarians. These 300 people seized 27 bull head flags of the Northeast barbarians, as well as three bordered totem tribal flags. There were 300 people in each barbarian bull head team, and 600 people in each tribe's own team, and these 300 knights really wiped out 9,900 enemy troops in one morning. As a result of this astonishing achievement, the Knight Master was made one of the five dukes of the Second Empire, and his fief encompassed the entire northeastern part of the Empire.

And on this night, six hundred years later, the current Captain of the Knights of the Judgment said this to His Majesty the Emperor, to whom he was loyal:

"There are only sixty horsemen with me. Even if you can't resist 2,000 people, it's always no problem to deal with 800 people. ”

In fact, the Foreign Secretary, Count Covey Hugh Eaglewing, had sixty-three Knights of Judgement, plus twenty-nine Knights of the Nurse.

Even on the frontal battlefields of Lennie or Kengler, this is a force to be feared.

Even after being attacked by the commander of the Free Army without paying attention to battlefield etiquette, he still had fifty-seven Knights of Judgment and twenty-eight Knights of the Medic. This level of sneak attack cannot change the balance of strength between the two sides in the slightest. Based on the number of torches and lighting magic on the opposite side, the Free Army must have been less than nine hundred.

Moreover, now the knights have ample support behind them. The high-ranking mages and priests on the steps of the library were enough to support a full-scale attack by one or two Imperial armies. Aside from the lack of ordinary soldiers as cannon fodder, there were hardly any potential problems with this unit. They are capable of dealing with almost any form of combat and are capable of defeating almost every type of enemy.

Except for wars of attrition.

However, the situation now looks to be shifting towards a war of attrition. As soon as the Knights of Judgment rushed down the steps, they scattered into fan-shapes, and rushed towards the different companies, unfolding an extremely wide front of the charge.

Seeing this scene, Emperor Gustav's brow furrowed.

He asked his military minister, the Grand Duke of Figota, "What are the knights planning to do? Parallel charge? The other side has a chapter of excellence, I'm afraid it is not an ordinary national army, will it be too arrogant?"

Ninety knights against eight hundred infantry, it sounds like there is not much difference in combat effectiveness, and it seems that the difference in the area of the charge is not large, and when it comes to the cost, the cost of the knights must be several times that of these mobilized soldiers. Although there were only fifty-seven knights in a row, the front of their charge looked as wide as the six densely packed infantry companies. Eight hundred infantry could not even fill one side of the square, and if there were eight hundred cavalry, their assault would have shaken the earth.

But from another point of view, in a parallel charge, each charging knight had to face at least ten enemy muskets and bayonets at the same time. For those who want to break through the Free Army array, that number rises to twenty or thirty.

No matter how good a knight is, he is a knight after all. Most of the Knights of Judgment only have a few low-level spells, and they have been specially selected for close combat. The Medic Knights excel in healing and hand-to-hand combat, but most of them don't know divine magic outside of healing.

Every officer in the empire knows that in the face of a free army with the Medal of Excellence as the core and a complete magical officer staff, the pure knights have no magical advantage, only an advantage in physique and combat experience. But this advantage was not enough to counteract the simultaneous attack of twenty ordinary soldiers. If this continues, the Empire's most elite knights will trade their lives with ordinary Free Army soldiers. It's just too much to do.

The old duke looked at the battlefield and immediately understood the plan of the Earl of Eagle Wing. He smiled and pointed to the battlefield and explained, "After all, the Knights of Judgment are different from our ordinary cavalry. Now that the troops on both sides are not many and they are both elites, the earl wants to show off his strength. If you look at the way the Medic Knight unfolds in the back, you can see what Eagle Wing Qing wants to do. ”

There is some slander hidden in the description of the old Duke of Figota. The emperor did not respond, and he relied more on his own observation. He realized that the twenty or so running and charging medics were not scattered like cavalry. The largest group numbered about twelve or three, and they followed the earl's horse.

Gustav immediately understood: "It seems that Eagle Yiqing wants to confuse the enemy first, and then concentrate his forces to deal with the opponent's commander in one fell swoop." It's just that this charge is already halfway over, is it still too late?"

As if hearing the emperor's complaints, the Foreign Minister suddenly raised the sword in his hand, pointed it to the sky, and pushed his left hand in front of his face, covering the iron mask that protected his face.

"Wedge Formation! Mask, Follow Me!"

His voice sounded much muffled. An orange glow lit up along the blade, eventually turning into a sacred flame that entwined together. The Knights of Judgment, who had been scattered, suddenly joined their horses, and more than thirty horsemen followed closely behind him, all pointing their swords at the commander of the "Excellence Chapter" on the left flank of the Free Army.

The entire formation only took less than twenty meters away. Their arrays were as dense as infantry arrays, and when they stretched out their hands, they could touch the shoulders of their neighboring comrades.

The black exotic horses summoned by the Knights of Judgment are sapient. Only this kind of intelligent horse can form a strict formation like a human.

This change of formation provoked a wave of admiration among the magicians of the Empire, and a low exclamation in the formation of the Free Army. Almost every recruit wanted to swallow, but their saliva had long since run dry, and they could only barely make a few swallowing movements.

Instead of panicking, Naymen Soleton continued to stand in the middle of the line, shouting orders.

"The first company on the left flank, gather fire!

Naimon himself knew very well that he did not have "the magical combat power commensurate with a chapter of excellence" at hand.

The only thing he could control was the four companies that had been transferred in the afternoon. He didn't even remember the names of the officers of the newly mobilized companies, so he could only command them by the positions of each company relative to him. When he saw the Knights of Judgment choose to break through on all fronts just now, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and he thought that the other party had seen through his external strength and middle strength.

"Fortunately, in the end, they concentrated their forces on me......"

Then his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Because, he saw that the chief knight who led the charge of the enemy slashed the orange sword in his hand.

The orange light slashed through the air with a crisp "ding" sound.

"It's a joke, isn't it...... Is he chopping bullets?"

The orange light came sideways, flashed three times, and then three more "ding" sounds.

If cutting off one bullet is an accident, cutting off four bullets is definitely showing off. The Knights of Judgment cheered loudly, charging even as they were shot.

Not a single horse slowed down, not a single person lagged behind, and the round of concentrated fire did not yield any results.

"Even the sharpest sword in the world, "Mercy", is it too much......"

Naimon also knew the origin of the name "mercy": because the sword was so sharp, the person whose head was cut off by it could utter the full last words, leave a will, give all the change on his body to his superiors, and give his love letters and tokens to his best friend before spurting blood to death.

He looked around, but he couldn't find anyone to confide his last words, but he saw a company commander running from behind.

"Captain, your reserves are in place as planned. Ensign Garner, an honor student, had an admiring expression on his face, "It's amazing that you can be so calm in the face of such an enemy." ”

In the eyes of others, Naimon's arms crossed in front of his chest, his legs standing straight, and he looked completely calm.

"Ensign, doesn't your company need to be commanded?"

"Second Lieutenant Sparrow is in command. We don't have much more troops than a company, and I can do a little magic, but I'm not as strong as yours, but it should be useful. ”

"Just stay behind me. ”

Naimon glanced back at the back team, and the reserves were indeed in the position he commanded. Without waiting for Ganiele to continue answering, he continued to give orders.

"The second company on the right flank and the left flank have all retreated three steps! The rest of the men with their bayonets are half-crouched on the spot, and their blades are pointed at the enemy!"

The cavalry was getting closer. The outermost companies had already begun to fight, and the common soldiers were as vulnerable to the knight as a cream cake with a sharp knife.

"The second platoon of the first company of the left and right flanks is on bayonets!

The recruits panicked. Naimon also grabbed a musket with a bayonet in its muzzle, stepped forward, and stood in the middle of the array. His calm movements and attitude calmed the chaos.

The bright bayonets were staggered in two rows, high and low, and they were ready in the dark night.

Then, it's time to act. The captain stretched out his right hand and signaled to the magical officers of the companies.

"Use illumination, maximum brightness!"

The dazzling white light appeared brighter in the night, and all the bayonets reflected the snowy light.

"Here we go. Wait a minute. This magic doesn't seem to be very strong. ”

Gustav stared at the ranks of the Free Army and muttered to himself in confusion. Due to his royal blood, the Emperor had excellent eyesight and judgment of magic. He judged what the magic was, but didn't trust his own judgment.

The Minister of War on the side was also puzzled, and he directly called the two highest-ranking court mages to confirm: "Rileyqing! Hobbesqing! Confirm the name of this magic!"

"Illumination, huh?"

"Lighting. ”

The middle-aged court painter and the magician of the old school answered at the same time, without any hesitation.

Duke Loren von Figota's hand was raised and lowered again.

"Illumination magic, what the hell are they trying to do? Is the 'Excellence Chapter' deliberately showing weakness? ”

The answer was immediately revealed.

The assault team, which was as dense as an infantry array just now, slowed down in front of the sea of snowy bayonets.

The knights shouted loudly, but their horses ran uncontrollably in either direction. The Knights of Judgment's formation, originally like a sharp knife, now flowed like water into the gaps on both sides.

The companies on the right and left flanks had retreated before, and that was the gap that Naimon had reserved for them. At the bottom of the gap are precisely the reserves that have just been put into place.

"Why is that? Even the ordinary Wehrmacht Scout Cavalry would not avoid the frontal ...... of the bayonet phalanx."

Ganiere looked at the chaotic enemy formation in amazement and couldn't help but begin to wonder what he had learned in school.

"I know the enemy needs to brave the blade to rush into my array. The enemy also knew they needed to brave the blade to rush into my array. If it were a battlefield in peacetime, even their horses would know that they needed to brave the blade to rush into my array. ”

Naimon calmly explained: "However, these dark horses that were temporarily summoned don't know. They have intelligence, and when they suddenly see the glitter and the tip of the knife, they will only subconsciously dodge-"

Someone picked up on his words.

"Then rush into the gap and fall into your trap, right, commander of the Free Army. ”

Naimon, who was blowing happily, looked up, only to see the blade of the orange light shining in front of his eyes.

The Count immediately jumped off his horse and rushed through the crowd. Just behind the Foreign Secretary, seven or eight soldiers were turning their heads in panic, trying to pursue the enemy who had rushed through the crowd.

—and just as they turned their heads, their heads slipped off their necks. Pillars of blood spurted out into the sky, scattering severed limbs, heads, and weapons all over the ground!

This is "mercy", the sharpest weapon in the world. As they rushed through the crowd, the Count had cut all the "obstacles" in his path, but they didn't feel it yet. The weapon was not at all merciful to onlookers, and almost everyone spit out yesterday's dinner the first time they saw it in action.

"Spread out, let me deal with him!"

Naimon shouted his last command, took two steps back, and used the rifle in his hand to defend against the orange sword light. The opponent's attack and skill were so ingenious that he could only barely use the length of his rifle to keep himself safe.

Covey Hugh Eaglewing, who felt that he had been put on the line again, attacked angrily. The "benevolence" in his hand slashed and slashed, connecting into a network of light.

Even if he cut the captain in front of him into hundreds of pieces, it couldn't dampen his anger. The Knights of Judgment, under the leadership of the dignified Minister of War, would retreat in front of the bayonet! What would the Emperor and the Minister of War think of him? How many rumors against him would be passed around among the princes of the empire in the future?

The Emperor and the Duke of Figota, far behind, did not know what the young foreign minister thought.

For these two men, the problem was far more serious than that: the other side was able to surround half of the knights' troops!

"Figotaqing. Do you want to throw yourself into the reserves. ”

"Your Majesty, now is not the chance. The opponent still retains the attack magic, and he hasn't even used the fireball, which is too dangerous. Only after the cavalry units had broken the opponent's line, the mages and priests who were following behind were able to safely pass through the central square. Protective magic can't withstand the accumulation of bullets, and it's even more vulnerable if we run into anti-magic bullets. ”

The old duke looked at the court mages and priests, who nodded in agreement. The emperor frowned and made a counter-argument.

"The 'Excellence Chapter' first used himself as a bait to guide the direction of our cavalry's assault, and then surrounded our main cavalry with reserves. It should have been worth it to endure two or three companies of platoon fire across the square now in order to save the cavalry. ”

The old duke picked up the binoculars and looked at the battle. He is too old to see the battle in the distance with his naked eyes like a young man. Although Count Eaglewing and two or three medicial knights had rushed to the side of the "Excellence Chapter", the formation of the Free Army was still in order.

"No, no, it's too risky to be a magician now. Sergeants of the Guards and the Third and Fourth Armies! Follow me! Royal Guards, you must stop Your Majesty, and you must not let him attack without my orders! The other party has not used any high-level magic, and the rest of the magic is probably for Your Majesty!"

When he was young, the Minister of War was known as the strongest knight in the empire, and he was extremely appealing in the army. With his order, more than a hundred elite soldiers followed the old duke without hesitation and launched a charge in the face of bullets.

The Freiers were only half as many musketeers as before. Two or three bullets hit Loren von Figota's armor, only to make an inconspicuous pit, and they didn't even slow him down.

During the charge, Duke Figota kept an eye on the position of the enemy commander. Too slow, he said in his heart, too slow. "Benevolence" should be a weapon that can instantly distinguish between victory and defeat, whether it is victory or defeat.

At this moment, the orange glow and the purple glow parted.

The center of the Free Army array was silent and empty, except for the owners of the two rays of light standing opposite each other.

This was in stark contrast to the fierce fighting of the two companies next to it, and even more stark to the mutual poking and poking of infantry and cavalry in the reserve positions.

Cove Hugh Eagle Wing took three steps back, withdrew his sword from its scabbard, and raised his head proudly. Within a five-meter radius around him, no one was still standing, only corpses and those about to turn into corpses.

Except for the "Excellence Chapter" on the opposite side, all of them have fallen to the ground.

Everyone died suddenly spurting blood in the middle of the battle, and they didn't even have time to see the orange glow. Several officers, including Second Lieutenant Garner, fled early and managed to escape with great difficulty.

"That's enough, your gun can break. ”

As he spoke, the bayonet rifle in Naymen Soleton's hand broke into seven pieces and fell limply to the ground. The incisions between each segment are unusually neat.

"You're already a dead man. Touch your neck, respectable enemy. Use your left hand, for your right hand is also broken. ”

Hearing this, the expression on Naimon's face froze, as did his right hand, which held the rifle holder.

He slowly raised his left hand and touched his neck. The fingers were wet and there were two horizontal blood marks on the neck.

He lifted his gaze to the steps of the library in the distance.

Naymen Soleton said in the direction of the steps: "I have heard that the owner of the 'mercy' will give the deceased time to say his last words. This is the price at which they can drive this sword. ”

The Earl snorted coldly: "There is such a thing. If you're going to say it, say it. ”

"Unfortunately, I don't have anyone around me who can hear my last words. He glanced at the steps again. The feeling was so palpable that he could be sure that there was a young girl staring at him. "Is it okay to hand over the relics?"

"Then you'd better mention a few more names. Earl Eaglewing vented his superiority to the fullest, trying to wash away the frustration he had felt before, "You're going to die a lot tonight. ”

"I would like to ask you to pass on my pistol and last words to Miss Duchess Figota. ”

Naimon struggled with his left hand towards the holster on his right waist. Since he couldn't move his neck and right arm, his movements were particularly difficult. He glanced down the steps to the opposite side again.

There she stared at his moves, every move. He saw her raise her hand and wipe her eyes.

Have you shed tears for me, Danica?

Earl Eaglewing nodded, "I see." It's a wise choice, that traitorous girl from the von Figota family probably won't die tonight. Anything else to say?"

It seems that this man has not bothered to hide in front of me. That's fine, Nemen thought, so that Danika would know about his attitude. She will know who is a friend and who is an enemy.

He tried a few more times, but he couldn't pull out the gun, so he raised his left hand again and put it on the side of his neck.

"Forget it, you can pull it out when the time comes. It's not easy to pull out, and you may not be able to pull it out. ”

The Count turned his head, looked back, and suddenly spoke to stop him: "Wait a little longer, Commander of the Southern Army." As long as you don't push that damn head of yours, you're not going to die. ”

Naimon lowered his gaze. He knew who it was.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for your reinforcements. However, I've fixed it here. ”

Loren von Figota glanced at Naimon coldly: "You've cut it off, so what are you doing here?"

"He said something very interesting. The commander said that he wanted to leave his pistol to your young lady. Earl Eagle Wing bowed slightly and proposed his terms of the trade, "Don't you think it's funny, Your Excellency?"

"Boring. The old duke stepped forward and held out his hand to Namen's head, "We don't have time now......"

With a "swish", Eagle Wing pulled out half of his "benevolence". From where Gustav and Danica were, his half-drawn sword could not be seen, only the old Duke of Loren could see it.

The old duke stopped suddenly: "What are you trying to do, Eagle Yiqing?"

"Nothing. It's just that he still has a last word that he wants to pass on to the young lady. I think you should listen to it. The young foreign secretary sneered, "Maybe Your Majesty will want to hear about it too." ”

With that, his gaze refocused on Naimen's body. Naimon gently touched the blood on his neck with his left hand, put it in front of his eyes again, and spoke.

"My last words are—"

Earl Eaglewing suddenly felt that something was wrong. At some point, the captain's severed right hand was pressed against his pistol. The Count remembered that when he had touched the gun with his left hand, it had not been there.

Naimon continued to speak, but the content of the "last words" seemed to be a little wrong.

"I guessed right. 'Mercy' is not a sword that is particularly sharp in itself; ”

Naimon nodded deliberately vigorously, "Well, my compound defense magic is effective against it, I'm relieved." It's a good piece of magic, it fulfills my greatest expectations and a little over-the-top waywardness. ”

Thank you, teacher. Medal of Excellence plus Iron Emblem, Spell Nullification Enchantment, Trigger Dispel plus Multiple Physical Defenses. This is indeed a near-perfect absolute compound defense magic, and even "Mercy" can only leave blood stains in front of it. Theoretically, absolutely no attack can pass through it for the duration of its active life.

"If I still have a chance to submit a magical paper to the Guild, I can name it 'Zalt Fran's Temporary Invincibility'. ”

Naimon's right hand pulls out the gun with fluid movements, his thumb and forefinger performing a skillful dance between the trigger and the hammer. He has practiced this movement tens of thousands of times.

Due to the spell nullification enchantment and triggered dispel magic on his body, he could no longer use the trick of firing six paper-wrapped bullets at a time, and could only use his skillful operation to shoot one shot at a time. As long as this compound defense magic is active, he won't use any magic - which is one of the reasons why he plays dead to stall for time.

Fortunately, his shooting skills are not bad. As a low-end mage who often runs out of mana, and even if he doesn't, he is useless, Naimon often hones his shooting skills.

One by one, six bullets were fired in a very short time, and flew towards the unsuspecting Foreign Secretary.

"You're stalling for time!"

Listening to Count Eaglewing's hysterical roar, Naimon smiled.

"You lied to me, Naymen Soleton!

So the Count remembers his name?

But his smile froze.

"Ding", "Ding", "Ding", "Ding".

Because the bullets in that magazine, a full six bullets fired at the same time, were intercepted by the "mercy" in the hands of the Earl of Eagle Wing!

Only four swords were used. What a terrifying technique and speed.

The Count was indeed unguarded - but he could make up for it with his sword skills.

"You're going to pay for it, 'Excellence Chapter', you're going to pay for it!"

The orange glow slashed at Naimon's body like crazy.

But Naimon is confident. His magic continued, and no attack could break through his strong defenses. There are as many as five types of defensive magic on the Chapter of Excellence, each of which has more than one stored quantity. Even if this battle lasted a quarter of an hour or even half an hour, he might not die here.

Just as he was thinking this, a loud command came from the burning steps of the library.

"Fegotaqing, Eagle Wing, don't worry about that 'Excellence Chapter', disperse his troops! The rest, follow me, all assault! This is the order of me, the emperor of all the Cormen, Gustavus Hugh Corman!"

The Emperor is finally coming. The Emperor with the invincible blood of generations of high-ranking magicians and priests.

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