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In the darkness, the horses neighed softly, stretching out their hooves to tear away the soft dirt covered with rotting leaves. The knights kept their voices low and joked nervously. From time to time, Horn heard the clash of spears and the faint sound of chain mail sliding, but even those sounds were faint and hazy.

"Lord Allen, are you really not going to the front line to supervise the battle?" Aiden asked, turning his head. He sat in the saddle, Sombra's longbow hanging diagonally on his back, glowing with a terrifying glow in the moonlight. He has been with Kenny for seventeen years now, and he has long been knighted, but he is still by the lord's side, and even though Lady Nina keeps urging him to marry, he still does the rough work of wiping armor and serving tea and water for the lord, and has never married a wife or had children.

In addition to this, they were surrounded by thirty guards, whose mission was only to protect Horn from any harm, and to escort him back to the North City if the war was unfavorable. "Brother, remember, you are the next heir of the North City, and if this battle is lost, I mean if...... Help me take care of Horn and Nina. Before the army marched, Kenny told him solemnly.

"My lord?" Seeing that Horn was silent, Aiden opened his mouth again, "Forgive my offense, you won't be angry, will you?" Duke Jaime he just-"

"What is due will come. Horn looked at the vast black shadow in the distance and said this meaningfully. When the battle came, he knew it would mean death, maybe Jaime, maybe Kane, maybe Camille, maybe Mike, maybe even Kenny...... Of course, of course, including himself. No one is safe in war, and anyone's life is at risk. Now, he is a person who sees through everything, but Aiden next to him can't understand it.

In the distance, there was a faint birdsong, a high-pitched, high-pitched trill, like a cold hand, across Horn's back. Another bird chirped, followed by a third, a fourth, a fifth...... This is the cry of the robin, and after so many years in the North City, he has long been very familiar with it. In the cold winter and deep snow, his father would always take him to the ice field to hunt. When the earth is covered with pale lichens and is silent, you can see their tracks, they are the birds of the north, the birds of Uncle Camille.

Here we go, Horn thought to himself.

"Your Excellency, do you hear me? It's Lord Camille's robin, the battle cry of the surprise attack. Aiden whispered. He always likes to repeat the facts that the world knows. "May the God Namu be with us. ”

Horn nodded.

Everything around him seemed to be quiet, and in the silence he could hear their voices, far away, but rapidly approaching the city: the galloping of horses, the exchange of guns and armor, the roars of warriors and curses, the rumbling of chariots, the rain of arrows like the wind, and the blood spilling all over the land.

Seventeen years seem to have come and gone. The voices grew louder and louder, and he heard more cursing as orders were being given and horses' hooves hit the rocks...... The voices pierced straight through Horn Dalton. It was a terrifying sound, a terrifying sound, but if there was a rhythm in it, for a moment, he found that he could not stop trembling.

Woowoo...... Suddenly, there was a real battle horn in the distance, and at the same time, the same sound came from the east and west. This is the voice of Kane and Camille, the voice of your cavalry and the soldiers of the icefield. From here, the mountains to the west were all over the place, and from where Uncle Camille's battle horn came, low and deep, full of mourning.

Horn could almost have foreseen what was going to happen there: the first surprise attack must have been launched by the archers, and the city of Shotoku had 20,000 archers in ambush, and before they could shoot the first round of arrows, the arrows of the Confederates would surely be the first to shoot at the city walls, and then the large wheels of siege engines would roll and rush to the city gate from the east, west, and north at the same time. And before that, my father must have sent soldiers with good water skills to swim across the moat and cut the iron cables of the drawbridge while it was dark. By the time the commander in the city of Shotoku came to the news, the Confederate soldiers must have taken the second arrow, and after that, the night must have been filled with men's wailing.

He looked out of sight, but the cavalry below must have raised their spears, and the leaves and dirt that had been used to hide the reflection had been removed, revealing a cold, sharp blade. "Long live the Confederates!" When the first round of arrows of the enemy army fell, they rushed to the city walls.

Placed on a high ridge, the cold wind is constantly blowing. Horn sat still, motionless, Aiden and his bodyguards all around, no one making a sound, they were all listening quietly, listening to the wails and neighings coming from afar. In fact, everyone's heart is beating wildly, once, twice, three times...... They were all looking forward to victory.

When he raised his eyes again and looked into the darkness in the distance, he saw that the black dots seemed to be lined up in an endless long horizontal line, and began to charge. His heart beat again, and with that moment, Horn saw those black dots become countless glows of faint candle light, like tens of thousands of fireflies, frantically rushing towards the city of St. Virtue.

"My lord, the gates may have been breached! Our men are charging, and the cavalry are charging!" Aiden continued to repeat the well-known facts.

He didn't talk, but closed his eyes. Immediately, he heard the horses' hooves rushing wildly, smashing against the ground, and then weaving through the corpse forest, splashing with pools of bright red blood, the dull sound of swords slashing wooden shields, the friction of steel clashing, the whizzing of bows and arrows, the thundering of war drums, and the terrifying screams of ten thousand horses at the same time. The enemy either fell to his knees and begged for mercy, or became captive, or shouted and cursed, or was doomed. The night breeze seemed to confuse his senses, and he seemed to hear his father's voice, as if he were standing beside him, shouting, "Rush in, rush in!" and then he heard Uncle Mike shout, "Follow me!" and the men and horses let out a terrible wail. Was it all true? He couldn't tell.

The sound faded and eventually subsided, and finally only the chirping of robins remained in the darkness.

When they opened their eyes again, a few wisps of red dawn revealed in the east, and the sky was gradually dyed blue, white, and red by the morning glow, and the robins were still shouting, as if to tell the spectators that victory would eventually belong to the strong.

When Mike returned, he was no longer riding the black horse, but a spotted stallion. He was covered in blood and mud, the Confederate cross on his shield nearly slashed to pieces, and the wooden planks were deeply marked, but the man seemed unharmed. "Alan, we won!" he exclaimed excitedly.

A large crowd followed him up the slope, all dirty and their armor dented, but they laughed and laughed. Kane and Camille took the lead, and the two were sitting in the saddle and cursing at each other. Behind him was Jaime Dondelion, who had a nastyly strange look in his eyes. "Lo and behold, with proper command, you won't lose many men in a strong attack! You know, our leader is Kenny Dalton, the strongest commander in the world!" he said with a smile, a wound on his head, blood running from the top of his head to one cheek.

"May the god Namu bless. Horn left only that, and turned his horse's head and walked towards the camp behind the mountain.