Even the Holy Scriptures, which sing the praises of God, record the war of angels, not to mention the human beings who have borne sin from the moment of birth, "and there is war in heaven." Michael and his angels fought against the dragon, and the dragon went to war with his angels, and did not prevail, and there was no place for them in heaven. The great dragon is the serpent of old, whose name is the Devil and Satan, who deceives the whole world. It was thrown to the ground, and its messenger was thrown down with it. Rejoice, therefore, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them, but woe to the earth and to the sea, for the devil has come down to you in anger when he knows that his time is short. ”

Should this sad era come to an end? Vicos drove his horse and joined the cavalry, perhaps, it was time to end......

"Just as the pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, the river floats with a soft light veil. She stood on the steep shore, singing like the sun. The girl was singing a beautiful song, and she was singing about the eagle of the steppe. She is singing about her beloved, and she still has her lover's letters. Shabuck used his own not very nice voice, a ballad that was said to come from the hardy Nords of the eastern plains.

The song is about a beautiful girl's longing for her lover who left her hometown to defend the frontier. Of course, this is a love song, but this song does not have a euphemistic expression of love and lingering on a lover like a general love song, but the rhythm is bright and simple, and the melody is simple and smooth. It's not so much a love song as a war song on the battlefield.

But here, in the Wasava region, not many people have heard the song, let alone sung it in Nord. Shabak, this middle-aged knight. How many secrets are hidden in your body?

"Goo, goo!" Shabak unfastened the water bag pinned to his waist, which contained the spirits that the Nords loved to drink. Leaning his neck, he gulped down.

The people of the Wasawa region are not very cold because of the climate. Therefore, they are not so fond of cold things such as spirits, but rather they love the "blood of God", that is, wine made from fresh grapes or grape juice, or wine. They revel in the charm and sweetness of wine, and the overly spicy character of spirits is not acceptable to them.

"Ah, this song, this girl's song, fly with the bright sun! Convey the girl's greeting!!!" Swallowing the high concentration of liquor in his mouth, Shabak looked up to the sky and sang, ignoring the gaze of the knights and squires around him.

Here he came again, and his appearance remained the same. Some of the knights who knew Shabak shook their heads when they looked at the somewhat crazy Shabak, but it was not so surprising that they were all used to it. Or rather, I've been used to it since 20 years ago.

Twenty years ago. Shabak was still a young knight, and the bright sun shone on him, but also lost color, because his cheerfulness warmed his heart more than the sun. He will not only defend his faith with the spear and sword in his hand. And even with a quill he could write good words that would put the pastor of the church to shame.

If I had to use one thing to describe Shabak at that time, it would probably be "Lancelot". That legendary perfect knight, perfect character. Perfect swordsmanship, perfect. Perfect, perfect ......

But one day twenty years ago, when Shabak returned from a two-year pilgrimage, it was discovered that the young knight, as if he had been punished by God after the pilgrimage, was disgusted.

He began to drink heavily and sang songs with strange melodies in a language that people did not understand. A knowledgeable local scholar once came to a conclusion after listening to a song sung by Shabak. "The songs he sang have basically encompassed all the languages of mankind, whether it is the Eastern Plains, the Vosava region, the Polun Mountains, the Mokaishanmu steppe, the Bililib Peninsula, ......"

It was such a knight who, in the course of the pilgrimage, did not know what happened to him, and he was transformed so much, a perfect knight, but he became like the "mad knight" Negmald in the great opera writer Fabriel. In a language that people don't understand, he does actions that are different from ordinary people, and interprets the world that only he knows.

"He's back. A sharp-eyed squire sat on horseback, looking at a man and a horse that suddenly appeared in the distance, "It's a red flag, it's war!"

In the distance, the negotiator was straddled on horseback and galloped towards his position, his left hand pulling the reins to keep himself from falling off his horse. His right hand was held high in the air, waving the red flag he was holding wildly.

Negotiators, a special class on the battlefield, they are different from classes such as flag bearers or heralds, they are warriors who negotiate with the other side before the start of the battle or at the time of surrender. Why are they warriors? Because no one knows whether the negotiators will come back alive after entering the opposing line.

When they hold a blue flag in their hands, it means that the other side accepts peace and is willing to withdraw its troops, while the white flag means that the other side agrees to their surrender and treats them as prisoners of war, and it is a color that people do not want to see, that is, the red flag, which symbolizes that the other side wants to dye the flag red with blood and dye the earth red. Of course, there is also black, this is the color of death, it is endless, don't take prisoners, if it is in a siege war, it is a post-war slaughter!!

The savage nomadic orc's favorite color is black, which is not their true favorite color, but it is their favorite color for the Race Wars. In the war between people, there is rarely a slaughter, because in this way, it is a war of survival, not a war of interests.

"The young warrior stationed on the frontier misses the distant girl in his heart. Bravely fight to defend his homeland, the girl's love will always belong to him. Bravely fight to defend his homeland, the girl's love will always belong to him. Just as the pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, the river floats with a soft light veil. The girl stood on the steep shore, singing like a bright spring light, and Katyusha stood on the steep shore, singing like a bright spring light!" Shabak looked at the empty wine bag, as if suddenly remembered something, and the song also fell into a low voice. Even the ending, which should have been high at the end, became mute.

"Vicos. Shabak looked at Vicos, who was riding a horse next to him with his eyes closed, and said in a dignified tone different from the madness he had just had. "Do you know what a knight is after?"

"Glory. Faith. Vicos still had his eyes closed, waiting for the battle to come. Perfunctory replied.

"But I see in you only the desire for profit. Shabak paused, then continued, "A life instinct that both humans and God have. ”

"My knight master, this is not the words of a devout believer!" Vicos opened his eyes and looked in amazement at the Shabak he did not dare to recognize. Just now, those words, the mad knight who insisted on praying every day and was extremely devout in his memory, said great rebellious words on the tip of his tongue!

If these words are heard by the clergy. I will definitely use the slander against God in these words to punish Shabak with death!!

"I'm just telling the truth, a truth that we've known for a long time. Shabak smiled, for the first time in more than ten years, he smiled, and his smile was as bright as the sun and as gloomy as the night. There was no longer a cloudiness in his eyes, but a sparkle of wisdom, a terrifying wisdom. It was as if the wisdom of God shone in his eyes.

Just as Vikos was shocked by the sudden change in Shabak, the war seemed to have begun!!

"Woooooooo

"Warriors, take up your weapons!!" Viscount Mieuzier drew the knight's sword at his waist. Pointing straight to the sky, he said in a sonorous tone. "Let their blood bloom on this land!"

"Yes!" Mieuzier, with his dark pupils twinkling, watched with satisfaction as the knight (squire) behind him responded. Although he is still old, he does not understand the perfunctory meaning of some of them.

As the old saying goes: for those who are not familiar with the military. War is undoubtedly romantic. Mieuzier, the young nobleman, perfectly interprets this sentence.

When the old Viscount Mieuzier died because he accidentally fell into the water while riding a horse. At the age of twenty-two, Mead's Ozil, who had been obsessed with noblewomen all day, suddenly became a viscount.

Although he was completely ill-suited to this role, he also worked hard to learn various etiquette after becoming a full-fledged nobleman. But alas, Mieuzier is still an empty white water with a wine bottle, which is useless.

Under his rule, the miscellaneous contributions of the fiefdoms became particularly harsh, and the price of goods rose by thirty percent compared to before Mieuzier took office. A white cloth that could have been bought with just a few copper plates now requires a dozen copper plates, and the reason for this is simple, Mieuzier needs to hold a white party in his castle, and this party needs a lot of white cloth!!

In the same way, for Mieuzier, war was only a fantasy in his head, and his impression of war came more from the myths of the troubadour. Although he knew that it was a matter of personal courage to defeat an army, he still believed that if only the charisma of a leader was enough, it was enough for an army to be invincible.

Obviously, he was wrong, and his pre-war encouragement did not serve to motivate the knights (squires) behind him, but only highlighted his own arrogance and arrogance!

"They're coming!!" Young Liechden immediately noticed that a blue Gripen flag was slowly raising on the opposite side, and there was no doubt that it was the flag of the enemy!

"Oh my God! Leechten!!" said old Jock's wine ribbon slowly slid down his hand, and it was evident that his seemingly cloudy but eagle-sharp eyes had discovered something that had shocked him. "I think we'd better run away, if you want to live!" said Old Jock's Adam's apple a few times and in a trembling voice.

"No, no. Leechtendon licked the corners of his lips as if he were tasting something delicious, and his eyes shone with enthusiasm. "Maybe that's a little more fun, isn't it, old Jock. ”

"You madman, you want to die, I still want to live a few more years!" Old Jock was retorting but the work in his hand still did not stop, Old Jock was putting on animal skin gloves, rubbing the war bow that had followed him for many years, representing the war bow of his life.

"Knock! Knock!" The earth was trembling, being struck by the army on the opposite side! The sound of the step-by-step walk on the ground was not only beating on the ground, but also slamming into people's hearts.

"Shabak. I think we're in trouble. Vicos frowned. Standing on the high ground, the cavalry could clearly see the situation on the other side.

"If this is the baptism of war for you, I think this baptism is enough to make you unforgettable. Shabak made a rare joke.

That's right. The troops on the opposite side, looking at it from a distance, can estimate the approximate number. More than a thousand people, more than twice the number of Viscount Mieuzier's troops.

Moreover, in addition to the squires and farmers, there seem to be some soldiers with different identities from the above two.

"It's mercenaries, mercenaries from the Eastern Plains. Shabak raised an eyebrow and said to Vicos beside him.

"They are the best infantrymen. Shabak said in an admiring tone, as if remembering something. "Do you see their two-handed axes in their hands? Be careful, don't let them get close to you. I'm sure those axes are enough to chop you into a meat sauce. ”

Just as Vicos wanted to know more about the situation of the mercenaries in the Eastern Plains, the arrogant Viscount Mieuzier spoke.

"Fear not, warriors, for they are outnumbered, but they are nowhere near as strong as we are. Are we afraid of a group of farmers? No, we don't, we're the greatest warriors. Let them, let those hillbillies see, what is a knight and what is great. Let's take up arms. Fight bravely and build a great cause!" Raise your sword and shield, raise your arms and shout.

Many knights present. Although he didn't agree with Mieuzier's words, he was still moved. Raise your arms and cheer loudly, as if Mieuzier really was a great orator, able to boost morale and create a zào miracle!

"Arrogant idiots. "Vicos's heart gave Mieuzier, the master of his master, such an indecent title. "Did he think that he would be able to win war in this way?" Vicos said to himself.

No matter what kind of farce of false nobles and knights took place on the high grounds, the bells of war had already sounded.

"Take the arrows. Leechtendon pressed the tail of the arrow with his thumb and his index finger against the tail feather, and pulled out the arrow stuck in the ground.

"Take the bow. The tail feathers of the arrows were deeply attached to the bowstring, and the arrows, glowing with cold light, were facing straight ahead, as if looking for a prey laden with blood.

"Aim. Leechten's left eye narrowed, and with his right eye he connected the line with the arrow, pointing at an enemy a hundred meters away.

"Release!" Liechden shouted, his right finger snapping loose.

The sharp arrows resounded with a "crackling" sound under the reaction of the bowstring, cutting the air in front of them, and flying towards the enemy one hundred and twenty meters in front of them at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

"Hmm. One of the attendants only felt a chill on his neck, and reached out to wipe it away, but only a faint red could be seen.

"Boom. The squire found that his body seemed to disobey his commands, and his legs could not be lifted to move forward. It seemed as if something precious was flowing away, the only thing on his mind.

"Miselvich!" After the squire fell to the ground, another squire in his twenties, who was in his twenties, drank out the name of the corpse in a mournful tone.

They have been fighting together for seven or eight years, and their friendship can be described as siblings, and they can even feel comfortable leaking their backs to each other on the battlefield, because they believe that two warriors who live and die together are enough to face an army of millions. But unexpectedly, in this battle, before they showed their bravery, Miselvich had already gone to confess his sins to God.

"Miselle, I will ...... for you" The squire was about to say the words of revenge for Miselvic, but found that his body involuntarily fell to the ground, just like Miselvic just now.

"Two!" said Leechtende, a hundred meters away, habitually licking the corners of his mouth, in a passionate and vicious tone. It was as if the death of a life in his hands was a great achievement for him. Jock Sr., whose full name is Delton Jock. An old hunter who is nearly fifty years old, his body has long been unbearable to the intensity of war, but the sorrow of this age is like this, he is only a hunter without any noble status, and in some sense, he is more pathetic than a farmer, because he has no right to choose whether to face war or escape from it.

The farmer could still choose to hand over the surplus grain in exchange for not participating in the maelstrom of war, but the hunter had nothing to offer to the greedy nobles. If anything, it's the bows and arrows in their hands.

Use the bow and arrow in your hand to fight for the lord, then return to the homeland, continue hunting in the mountains, and then join the army that the lord forcibly recruits...... In the past, their only refuge was to die on the battlefield for their own gain, or to be hunted by unknown beasts in the mountains and forests!

And the old Jock is a true portrayal of the hunter, after he was forcibly conscripted into the army for the first time at the age of fifteen, more than thirty years have passed by now. The joints of his fingers are covered with layers of calluses, these are the traces of his perennial bow, and the honor of his harvesting life!!

In the course of these decades of half-army and half-peasant life, the life that old Jock has transported for God has reached a point that even he can't count, is it seventy or a hundred?

No, he couldn't remember anymore, just as he couldn't remember how many times he had fired his bow.

"Listen to me!" said Old Jock to the hunters beside him after seeing the enemy appear, changing his previous drunken and decadent appearance, pulling up his long-cherished war bow.

Old Jock was a respected elder in the group of hunters in the Mieuzier family's fiefdom, but he was more of a darling, a darling of God, than a coercive elder.

Among the hunters, Old Jock is the oldest, although such an age of less than sixty years may not seem so vicissitudes of time, but don't forget that Old Jock is a hunter, a wanderer on the border between life and death! He is so lucky that he is called "God's favorite" and "lucky old Jock" by fellow hunters. Therefore, over time, the hunters also habitually obeyed the command of the "lucky one", and they hoped to use this method to get a little "luck" from old Jock.

What did not disappoint them was that if they had followed the command of old Jock, their chances of survival were indeed a little better. Old Jock seemed to have a beastly instinct, and his cloudy eyes were always able to see through the fog to the hope of life.

"Bow up!" Amid the sound of brushing, the hunters around Old Jock obediently pressed their bows to the strings.

"Full Moon String!" Full Moon String, also known as Full String, refers to pulling the bowstring to the extreme, just like the moon at the time of the full moon, relying on the power of the explosion when the bowstring rebounds, to push the arrow forward to the maximum extent, giving the enemy the maximum damage. (To be continued......)