In the next few days, the wind and snow swept across the northern part of the empire, and the forests, mountains, and lakes were all covered in a layer of silver, and the whole land turned white. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Plains of Honor, Sunset Valley.

The snow covered the ground with a soft but incomparably cold carpet, and in the whistling sound, the biting cold wind swept through the sky and swept across the cheeks like a knife.

Riding on a tall horse, standing in the wind and snow, the veteran Kreese frowned.

As a Yuehua swordsman, his flesh had been tempered to an extraordinary strength, and the wind and snow like this, which was enough to freeze a majestic bison to death, had no effect on him at all.

However, at this time, he felt chills.

Not from the physical senses, but from the coldness of the soul, lingering.

The root of this coldness that brought him came from the front.

In the snow-white wilderness, the dark green was so conspicuous, like a white fur splashed with black ink, and it was a large patch.

The number of orcs' vanguard far exceeded his expectations, beyond the imagination of the Empire, and there were more than 20,000 people!

With a majestic torso wrapped in rough animal skins and a huge weapon as tall as a man in his hand, even the experienced Krees really didn't know how to fight this battle in the face of this group of monsters and demons with an average height of more than two meters.

With only 30,000 men at the mouth of the valley about dozens of miles wide, it was difficult to establish an effective defensive line, so on the first day of arriving in Sunset Valley, Krees gathered his troops and stationed them on one side of the valley, seeking fighters.

This morning, news of the orc's presence came from the outpost in the front section, and by the time Kreesba's camp had set up a phalanx, a torrent of black water poured out of the white wilderness.

The orcs did not choose to bypass the team, but instead concentrated their men and horses in a decisive position, which should be good news for Krees, but he could not raise half the joy.

The disparity in strength is too great.

Even 30,000 of the most elite Imperial soldiers would not necessarily be able to defeat 10,000 orcs in a head-to-head battle, especially now that they had doubled their opponents, but they were only a bunch of recruits who hadn't even seen blood yet.

So much so that since the morning, in the face of the slowly approaching orc legion, he has been ordering to keep the battle formation steadily retreating, until it retreats from dozens of miles away to the exit of the valley.

But now I can't go back!

Once out of the valley, the orcs will be able to fight directly to the Rhine unimpeded, and before the arrival of the Empire's reinforcements, the Rhine will not have a team to resist this group of demons, and countless Imperial subjects will be slaughtered again.

But if we don't retreat, who will fight this battle?

This is the question in the heart of every recruit, in the face of this group of demons, this group of recruits is hesitant, helpless, and afraid.

Krees could see the horror in the eyes of each recruit, the hands that struggled to hold their weapons but still trembled, and although it seemed to maintain a standard war phalanx, Krees felt that it might only take one charge for the orcs to crush such a team.

In his life, Rong Ma has experienced many life-and-death battles, and Krees, who left the famous Iron Shield in the Empire, is also confused at this moment.

Retreat, leave a fresh army behind, or fight a battle with little hope?

Two thoughts lingered in his head, and the hand that had been raised many times was lowered again.

Straight ahead, the group of orcs was moving forward slowly.

It was like a hunter who was playing with his prey, with a playful smile on their big big mouths, and their eyes full of pity and lightness, laughing at the drowning and timid humans.

Under this overwhelming momentum, the human soldier could not even raise his head, and only fear remained in his blank head.

Kreese closed his eyes deeply, as if he had already made a decision.

This is simply a war without suspense.

Everybody thinks so.

Until...

The voice sounded quietly.

Just when Krees decided to retreat, just as the orcs were ready to taunt and torture this ridiculous group of humans.

Far away, far away, a voice quietly sounded.

"My sword... My glory..."

The voice was soft, like a sigh, with a lingering tiredness, but it was surprisingly striking in this moment of calm on the battlefield, so that it attracted everyone's attention at once.

And when everyone subconsciously swept their gaze, they were shocked.

I saw that on the hillside on the side of the valley, an army suddenly appeared!

Human reinforcements!

What a force that is!

They numbered only about 300 men, and in such a large legion, they were in tatters, almost all of them were wounded, wrapped in blood-stained bandages, and some of the soldiers even had their limbs mutilated.

What remained unchanged was that the bright eyes full of resolute gaze were still dazzling, and they seemed to burn with blazing flames inside, and their bodies on their horses stood straight and tall in the wind and snow, like sharp swords, and they held aloft the long swords that might be mutilated but still dazzling, and lined up a triangular charge on the hillside!

The torn, but still distinct, griffin banner waved in the wind and snow.

They sang the familiar vow:

"The holy spear is above, I will swear with my life, and from now on I will guard the peace of the empire, and I ......will not rest until I die."

The soldier's trembling suddenly stopped.

"My sword fights alongside me, my horse marches with me, my glory is my soul, and my life will be devoted to the Northland, vowing to fight to the death, never flinching, never dying......"

The voice grew louder and louder, and the soldiers' breathing became cramped, and they began to tremble.

"We are the guardians of the peace of the north, we are the unquenchable flames of the bitter cold winter! We are the knights of glory, my sword, my glory! never flinch, never die, forward! forward!"

The sacred oath and the wind and snow played an impassioned elegy at this moment, and with this music that swore courage, facing the wind and snow in the sky, facing the endless enemies that were as formidable as the black ocean, this heroic team resolutely rushed down the hillside and charged them!

The thunder that seemed to explode in the middle of the world made the formation that had been standing still riot at this moment, and the panting soldiers looked behind with red eyes, at the herald, and at Krees.

"Sir..."

"Sir..."

The lieutenant's cramped voice rang in Krees's ears one after another, waking the old veteran from his slumber.

As if it were an illusion.

The adjutant who had followed him for many years suddenly felt a momentum from Krees's body that had not appeared for many years, a blood unique to young people.

Krees waved his hand and said, "Needless to say, declare the order, let's fight." ”

After a pause, he stared at him and added, "Fight to the death!"