"My king, this rainstorm has come too suddenly. As a result, the ground would become muddy and slippery, which was very unfavorable for cavalry charges. Moreover, fighting in such an environment, the line of sight will be obscured by the rain curtain, which is very unfavorable to the command of the whole army!"

The sudden rainstorm made the dukes and kings of Bretonnia anxious. The enemy was so close that they could have started a decisive battle today. But the rainstorm held the Legion back. The Duke of Tancored urged King Charles to be calm and rational before making a decision. However, King Charles, who has the holy sword in his hand, actually has the answer in his heart. Just now, he prayed to the goddess of the lake, and in the midst of it, a voice had already told the king the answer—no matter what difficulties lay ahead, the knights of Bretonnia would rise to the occasion and fight the dark forces to the end.

Charles didn't know what kind of darkness he was about to face, and he didn't know what kind of darkness Bartonnia was about to face. He only knew that, as a king, and as a knight of the Holy Grail, he had to obey the will of the goddess of the lake. And now, the sound is so obvious. Heinrich must not be allowed to approach the Immortal Land. There, thousands of ancient dwarves and elves are buried, deep underground, and once the remains of these ancient warriors are resurrected by Heinrich, he will have an incomparably greater force and legions, enough to sweep across the whole of Bretonnia......

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The icy rain lapped against the positions of the Bretonnian coalition, the heavy armor and spears of the knights, and the heart of Tallinnam. There had never been a time when he had been so absent-minded as he was now, and although he was beside Berto, he was attached to Inya.

The Rose Knight was not far away, her squire arranging her armor and weapons for the final preparations for battle. Tallinnam, on the other hand, checked his equipment for his lord Berto. They'll fight side by side, but it looks like the Tyrells and the freelancers will be the first to rush forward. They stood on the outermost side, while Lord Berto and his knights stood in the second row opposite the inner circle. Tallinnam did not know why the king had arranged it this way, but in any case he had no right to doubt, only the obligation to carry it out.

The heavy rain turned the flat steppe into muddy wet soil, and after two more days of soaking, it was estimated that it would soon become a swamp, and for the infantry of Bretonnia, the effect was not very great, they were originally lightly armed, and some civilians had no armor, only a small shield and a cheap axe or short sword.

However, the wet mud was a great challenge for the knights of Bretonnia. Most of them wore heavy armor, and even their mounts wore iron sheet armor, and if the ground was too slippery, the horses were prone to falling, and the heavy hooves of the horses were also easy to get bogged down in the mud, and they could not exert a strong impact. However, all these difficulties could not stop the will and orders of the king. Yes, the decisive battle must come, and it is today.

Despite the soldiers' complaints, they followed the king closely and marched towards the army of necromancers in the rain.

Thousands of Bretonnian infantry formed the first line of battle and advanced steadily, like waves, towards the sea of bones. Behind these call-up peasant soldiers was the real fighting force of the Kingdom of Bretonnia. The knights followed their lords in two directions, running on the flanks of the infantry line.

Climbing over one hill after another, Tallinnham followed his lord Berto to the designated place. In front of him, there was a blue sea of the undead. Countless skeleton warriors, ghouls, and zombies stood at the edge of the woods, letting out a disgusting roar. According to the reports of the scout cavalry, Heinrich sent an undead army of between 25,000 and 30,000 to stop Bretonnia. It's just that, looking at this posture, Tarinnham feels more than that. Because no one knows if there are just as many undead under that wood?

He turned his head to look down, and could barely see the Rose Knight. Inya's silver armor was thus buried among hundreds of knights and squires.

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It's like two fronts, constantly approaching. At a close enough distance, a rain of arrows is thrown out. Immediately, the commander-in-chief of the infantry gave the order for the entire attack.

Treading on the muddy ground, countless Bretonnian peasant soldiers, armed with rudimentary weapons and shields, rushed towards the terrifying sea of the undead.

Under the gloomy sky, muffled thunder continued. For a moment, Tallinnham was glad that he was under Berto's protection, and that he had fought each time as a squire of the lord. Looking at the Bretonnian civilians who fought on foot, those who rushed to the first row rarely made it back alive. However, they did not have a choice......

The long-range exchange lasted only one round, and the infantry lines of both sides were in close combat. Blood splattered and flesh flew below, but the distance was too far for Tallinnham to see crowds of people and shouts of murder resounding through the world. But I can't see the faces of despair and pain.

"For the glory of the king!"

Behind him, Grand Duke Tankred shouted an uplifting slogan. In fact, it was also the order of the Bretonnian cavalry to attack.

In the cold rain, the war horse spit a warm breath and turned into a white mist in the air. The dirt under his feet was constantly trampled, and the splashed muddy water stuck to the iron armor, and was constantly washed by the rain.

Inya ......

On horseback, Tallinnam silently recited Innya's name.

As the queue was pulled away, he couldn't see where Inya was. Along with the white Moorish banner, it disappeared in the wind and rain.

The horses ran faster and faster, which was the prelude to the charge. No charge was fully accelerated. The horses started from the same place, first trotting with broken steps, then accelerating, and finally, accelerating with all their might as they approached the enemy's position, and rushed towards the enemy with the fastest speed. Now, Berto's cavalry team is in such a stage of acceleration. Tallinnam knew that Inya would rush into the enemy position before he did. He could only pray that she was safe. However, the knight who rushed to the front could not be intact...... Unless she's possessed by a god, but Moore ...... Tallinnham didn't believe it......

In a state of confusion, Lord Berto gave the order to speed up the sprint. Tallinnam couldn't see the whole picture of the battlefield, he only knew that at the moment, they were running on the flanks. On the main battlefield, Bretonnia's infantry is estimated to have shed a river of blood. They had to rush to the battlefield as fast as they could, fighting their way into the battlefield from the flanks and rear to support the infantry. Otherwise, those low-level civilian troops who responded to the call would not be able to carry it for long at all.

Under the loud horn, Tallinnam's cheeks dropped, and the spear in his hand trembled in the wind and rain. The wheezing of war horses, the tremor of iron armor, and the lapping of rain all resounded, constituting the most gloomy war song and melody of this land.