Alfred Heinlein, Grand Master of the Knights of Crusside, stood on a towering tower in Marienburg,

He looked out at the smoke of the battlefield and listened to the fierce roars and desperate wails as the people outside the castle celebrated the murder and struggled for their lives.

"Long live the Emperor!"

Valsta's roar filled his eardrums, and Alfred felt hopeless:

The gods have abandoned us, the holy knights, in favor of our enemies, and humiliation and suffering await us.

On the first line of defense, the main forces of the Knights were rapidly routing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Smack!" A flying stone nearly hit him in the eye, making a dent in the silver helmet, and Alfred shuddered with start.

"Boom!"

Another volley of shells collapsed a civil fort and many of the Knights who were shooting were buried in the rubble, the survivors abandoned their weapons and desperately escaped, and some even went straight out of the fortifications to surrender to the enemy.

Herbert Weitzhausen, the hunky knight lord beside Alfred, scolded:

"These damn cowards, I'm going down to supervise the battle myself!" With that, the giant-like knight lord walked down the tower with heavy steps.

Now that only the Grand Master and a young military attaché acolyte were left at the top of the tower, Alfred looked slightly sideways and saw that the young man's legs were trembling slightly.

Fear...... Not only my attendant military attaché, this terrible emotion must have spread to the hearts of most of the defenders

Alfred clenched his fists involuntarily, and the brass telescope in his palm was deflated by him.

It's not fair, it shouldn't be like this, and even if it fails, it shouldn't be so disparity. He thought.

In the past, the Council of Knight Lords discussed strategies and gathered the most powerful forces, just to be able to win the decisive battle, but in the end, it ended up like this.

Outside the city, the enemy's infantry columns, under the cover of artillery, marched forward with their heads held high, singing military songs.

Frederick Warrenrod, the commander of the Knights' army, had to follow the second line of defense of the defeated soldiers, and he did not give up, and continued to boost morale and try to stabilize his position, but all his efforts were in vain.

The line of infantry was breached, the loose light infantry was completely routed, all the civil forts had been flattened by the enemy's boots, and the trenches of the second line of defense were littered with corpses.

They wanted to lie in ambush here and wait for Valstarao to attack, but what they didn't expect was that death would fall.

Enemy shrapnel exploded with precision over the trench, raining down deadly steel over the soldiers' heads.

Blood and brains flowed at the bottom of the trenches, and the soldiers who had narrowly escaped hurriedly retreated from their fortifications, and the deep defensive line had been painstakingly built was destroyed by the enemy's devastating onslaught.

"Your Excellency, the enemy is rushing up, and we must retreat to the walls of Marienburg." Blood-stained Chief of Staff Clemento suggested.

"You can't retreat any further," Frederick said, "if the outer line of defense is lost, the Varstadians can calmly set up artillery positions to bombard the city walls, in that case, the thousand-year-old capital of the Knights will fall, can you accept the shame of Rutz?" ”

The chief of staff spread his hands helplessly and said, "What honor and shame are you talking about now?" It's important to save your life first! Our troops are exhausted, this battle is lost, and the next thing is to see if the regimental commander is willing to accept the armistice treaty. ”

Frederick looked at the approaching Imperial army:

"It's my battle plan, I'll take all of this, Clemento, you take the staff officers and the commanders to the city, and I'm going to live and die with this line of defense."

The chief of staff paused for a moment, and then saluted the commander-in-chief:

"Goodbye, old friend, good luck." With that, he walked away without looking back, and withdrew into the city with a team of senior officers.

Frederick began to let himself go completely, throwing away his hat, unbuttoning his belt, unbuttoning his collar, revealing his strong chest and thick chest hair, and sipping on a snare drum and sipping gin.

A few minutes later, a rough voice came from behind him: "Brother Frey, I have come to the front to supervise the battle, but where are our soldiers?" ”

Frederick smiled bitterly: "Hehe, as you can see, everything is over, it's all here, it's better to drink a bottle." ”

Sir Herbert Weitzhausen pushed the bottle away:

"Humph! I don't drink it, the battle is not over yet, I just shot a coward who escaped from the battle, and your grenadier division commander Hansville is really unusual! Actually threw down the defense line and fled, how did you, the commander-in-chief, be? ”

"I'm sorry, Herbert, I swear! I've tried! It's a pity that the enemy commander is much more clever than me.

This Marquis of Dalí is really an old fox, his strategy and tactics are decades ahead of us! I have a hunch that this guy can lead the Warders to defeat the Kingdom of Solan.

Now, I have nothing to defend myself, I can only have a clear conscience, goodbye, friend, long live the Knights of Crusside! ”

Frédéric Warren Rhodes pulled out his pistol, swallowed the barrel into his mouth and pulled the trigger.

"Phew!"

The commander-in-chief of the Knights' army committed suicide by drinking bullets.

The commander committed suicide without warning, causing chaos among the guards next to him.

"Quiet! What a noise! The knight lord Herbert roared, looking down at Frederick's corpse and spitting:

"Hmph, coward! You're running away from the fight! ”

Herbert "clanged", pulled out his two-handed greatsword in the scabbard, pointed the tip of his sword at the tower in the distance, and shouted:

"It's all over! Please also ask the big group to accept your fate! As a knight, I deserve to accompany me to the end!

I, the knight lord Herbert Weizhausen, are going to launch a final counterattack, and those who dare will rush with me! ”

Sir Herbert Weizhausen walked out of the fortifications with his beloved greatsword, and hundreds of soldiers of the Knights, unwilling to give in, followed the brave knight to form a small death squad.

A column of Valstad Imperial line infantry rushed over and collided head-on with the death squad led by Herbert, and the two sides fired a round of gunfire before a white-knuckle battle.

The 2.3-meter-tall knight Herbert Weizhausen is a fierce beast, the giant sword in his hand flies up and down, cutting off a lot of limbs and heads, and the daredevils are also sharp under the leadership of this brave knight lord.

The Marquis of Dali Einfoot, who saw all this in the telescope eyepiece, "What a venerable warrior!" He commented.

Marshal Yi Wan, who was beside him, reminded: "Brother Dali, don't sigh anymore, that big knight rushed towards your son's troops with people, aren't you worried?" ”

"What's there to be afraid of, this big guy is already at the end of his crossbow, and there are not a few people left around."

"Dali, I'm worried that this guy will instigate your son to fight a duel with him, young people are easily impulsive, you know."

"Hehe, my William can deal with him, you just watch."

At this time, on the front line.

"Ceasefire! Don't mistake your own people! Major William Einfurt shouted hoarsely.

Herbert Weitzhausen was hit by rifle bullets in a row, relying on the improved composite plate armor on his body, and bayonets and grenades could not hurt him,

The brave knight wielded his greatsword and slashed off several heads in quick succession, and after a bloody battle, he led the daredevils to destroy a company of Valsta grenadiers.

The bigger the body, the greater the consumption, and Sir Herbert rested for a moment with his greatsword in his hand, and the heat came out of the vents in his helmet.

The corpses of the enemy were piled up at his feet, and only about thirty daredevils were left alive, most of them wounded, and although the team was brave, it was already at the end of its power, and it was no longer able to launch a further counterattack.

William shouted:

"Surrender, sir, your bravery deserves to be celebrated by the troubadour, your country is defeated, it's time to end, lay down that sword, and let your men lay down their arms!"

Herbert raised his head and said contemptuously: "You stinky bastard, you were still fucking nursing when Lao Tzu galloped on the battlefield!" Do you dare to come over and fight with Lao Tzu? ”

William smiled lightly and shook his head:

"Honestly, I wouldn't dare face you alone, nor would I be stupid enough to challenge you, Sir, you look a lot like a deceased friend of mine, and he is also very tall and brave, please put down your sword and save your men, and save yourself!"

Herbert Weizhausen lifted the steel mask, spat on the bloody spit, and scolded:

"Boy, how did a stinky kid like you get to the rank of major? It must be relying on your relationship, right? Hahaha, you can't come, I'm going to look for you! ”

He kissed the jewel on the hilt of his greatsword, and said as he walked forward:

"My sword is called the Sword of Truth, do you know why? For all those who have seen me draw my sword are dead! The truth is on this blade of steel! Death, stinky! ”

"Garland, get everyone ready for a shotgun salvo." William stroked the sturdy body of the twelve-pounder cannon with his left hand:

"You are wrong, sir, my teacher told me that the truth is within the range of the cannon, fire!"

"Boom!"

Eight light and heavy guns roared in unison, and the fragments of the shotgun flew out with a huge amount of kinetic energy, and dozens of daredevils were all beaten to pulp by the storm of steel.

Herbert Weizhausen's proud composite plate armor was easily pierced, his body was completely destroyed, the sword of truth in his hand was also shattered into metal by the shotgun, and his huge body fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then never moved again.

Almost at the same time, the soldiers of the Knights on the city walls raised the white flag, and with the vigorous departure of a warrior, the Battle of Marienburg ended.

The Imperial night owl flag fluttered everywhere on the battlefield, and the Imperial soldiers shouted hoarsely:

"Victory is ours!

Long live the Emperor! ”