As the last rays of the setting sun faded into the field, Horn buckled his belt, hung up his black steel sword and horned dagger, and his father's personal attendant, Aiden, brought him a mount, a sturdy brown horse with armor as thick as his. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Aiden took a step back and looked him up and down. "Your Excellency, you look mighty, just like the lord, hehe. ”

"My lord, I look like a deserter in heavy armor. Horn said sourly, "But thank you for your kindness." Aiden, how are they preparing?" he looked back at the direction in which the sun had set, "The time has come, why hasn't the battle horn sounded yet?"

"It's coming, it's coming. Aiden said as he touched the mane of his warhorse.

Yes, soon, you'll know the answer. Horn rolled over his horse and looked at the endless stretch of Gungo Tielin. The western sky was a deep purple, dotted with a few scattered stars, and the sun had completely set the horizon at this time, like a pale red finger sinking into the abyss. He didn't know if it was the last sunset he would ever see in his life, or if it was cowardice to think about such things. But people who know the answer to the mystery are often afraid of reality, and history is like the sun that has just fallen into darkness, and has never neglected time.

Battle trumpets sounded in the distance, low and mournful, chilling. Almost at the same time, everyone climbed onto their mounts, their faces solemn, their armor rubbing against their halberds with a terrifying crisp sound, and tens of thousands of horses neighing at the same time, as if they too knew that war was coming.

The second battle horn sounded, and Horn saw countless spears with flags appear in view, and the team immediately responded, and on the field that was about to be swallowed by darkness, the Alliance army was like a towering steel fortress, slowly moving towards Karta.

This battle plan was drawn up by my father himself, and it was not divided into three ways like the Battle of Shotoku Castle. The vanguard was commanded by the Duke of Jaime, and the Assyrian sickle banner was erected at the head, in which the archers were lined up in ten columns, dividing the east and west of the road, and the shield soldiers in a phalanx formation stood among the archers, and hidden in the rear were the siege chariot wars. The right flank was all cavalry, about 20,000 men in all, heavily armoured, and more than two-thirds of the knights gathered here, like a huge steel fist. The army was commanded by Kane Irene. Horn saw his flag bearer unfurl the flag, and the Fire Emblem was immediately revealed. On the left flank, the pikemen and infantry phalanx of the Duke of Camille and Dak, numbered about the size of the cavalry, were to take on the task of protecting the siege party as the siege caravans charged to the gates after the first round of bow and arrow fire.

My father was in charge of the Chinese army, which was half cavalry and half infantry, numbering as many as 30,000 people, and the big tent was located on a high hill, where he could see the situation of the battle and put his troops where they were most needed.

Horn is further back, with Mira Kelling. Even from a distance, my father is still brilliant and dazzling. Today, he swept away his usual modest attire and put on a heavy cloak woven from countless golden threads, so heavy that he rarely floated even when he charged, and once mounted he almost covered the hind legs of his mount. The ordinary cloak hook could not bear such a weight, and instead a pair of small she-wolves lying on their shoulders, corresponding to each other, seemed to be ready to leap out at any moment. Their spouse was a wolf king with a strong mane, standing on top of his father's huge helmet, one paw poking into the air, and roaring with his mouth open. All three wolves are made of pure gold with ruby eyes. His armor was heavy sterling silver armor, and his knee pads and iron gloves were intricately decorated with gold swirls.

He knew how important this battle was to his father, and when the city was broken, Kenny Dalton would stand on his mighty horse and tell the whole of Karta in the most heart-wrenching voice of his life: Your wolf king is back!

By the time he was in the fugue, Horn could already hear the rumbling drums of the enemy. He knew that this assault would cost most of his brothers, perhaps including......

"Alan, aren't you going to the front line to watch the battle?"

He looked back and saw Mira looking at him with those charming blue eyes. "Why, you were so confident in this fight, and you already expected that we would win before the fight even started?" said Mira with a smile as she approached.

"What do you think we have a chance of winning?" Horn tossed the question back.

"What are the odds of victory?" Mira shook her head, "what we need to estimate is how many people will die, how many horses will be lost, how many siege engines will be burned, how long it will take, and as for defeat...... We will only win, not lose. ”

"Who gave you the confidence? just because you're a wizard?" said Allen, turning his head back and looking at the battlefield in the distance. "I'm sure you've heard that the commander on the other side is also a wizard, besides...... Kenny said, you can't use witchcraft to kill living beings, you know better than I do, do you?"

"So, I can only stay with you. Mira walked over to Horn's side by side and looked into the distance.

The third trumpet sounded, long and dull, like the cold wind blowing from the north city on this hill, which made people's hearts beat faster. The enemy drums responded immediately, knock, proud and loud, but Horn's heart felt quieter and a little uneasy.

When the trumpet subsided, the shouting and roaring flowed seamlessly. Countless torches lit up the night, and Duke Jaime's forward archers rained down a shower of arrows on the fortified northern walls of Karta, and the enemy ran away at a brisk pace, roaring as they ran. The bows and arrows of the Alliance army greeted them like hailstones, thousands, thousands, and in an instant, they were innumerable, like a rain of sharp iron in the sky. Many people fell to the ground after being hit by arrows, and their shouts turned to wailing. At the same time, the second round of attacks had fallen from the sky, and the archers had put the third arrow on the bowstring.

The battle horn sounded again, woo-woo-woo. The siege caravan began to charge, hundreds of huge siege columns rushed towards the northern wall like sharp arrows, and the crowd seemed to hear old Jaime's screams and sharp sword-like commands, and the voices of thousands of men immediately responded, and the earth seemed to tremble with the crushing of horses' hooves and wheels.

"See, this is just the beginning, and the enemy is already running away. Mira turned her head, "The reputation of the Peace Army is exaggerated, but it is just a rabble, they don't even have the ability to fight back, and eighteen years of peace have created their defeat today." ”

"You also said, this is just the beginning, Ryan Ke you are not as ...... as you think" The retort stopped at his lips, like a thick lump of phlegm stuck in his throat. Horn took a deep breath and looked at the shadows that enveloped the earth, he adjusted his breath and slowly looked up at the sky.

"That'...... What is it?" Mira tilted her head, subconsciously grabbing the armarmor of the knight beside her. In the darkness, she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow descending from the sky, growing larger and larger, before suddenly disappearing and flying off into the distant battlefield.

"It's coming, it's coming......" Horn whispered as he looked at the gray shadow in the darkness.