Tracy suddenly didn't want to run away, tired of months of exile and pressured by his long-standing thirst for revenge. He didn't want to go.

Perhaps, it will end today. The helmet is too heavy, so don't wear it after that; The handle of the spear has been blistered, and it will not need to be clenched all the time; The pressure of revenge weighs you down, so forget it, it's all over today.

Tress shook his head, glanced up blankly, and suddenly his heart trembled: a tattered imperial battle flag fluttered in the distance, and above the battle flag, more than a hundred ragged Swadian soldiers stood quietly, facing north, silent as iron.

Looking at the fluttering flag, Tracy suddenly felt like his eyes were wet and his throat was dry. It was not only his own army, but also his hometown, those quiet plains, those peaceful and rich people, and those youth that could never come back were suddenly resurrected on this battle flag. Tracy pursed her lips, clenched her spear, straightened her helmet, and strode over. As a soldier, Tracy quickly found his place, standing between a group of soldiers. The refugees saw this group of people as if they saw a glimmer of hope, and they quickly crossed this short, thin front, and once they knew that their army was in the rear, the refugees felt a sense of relief.

Colonel Ja Eldarak Sdeland (Sdeland) is the highest-ranking officer in the area. He was a general under the lord of Fort Rende, who had sacrificed his impregnable fortress like a coward. When Colonel Alien learned that the lord was preparing to sacrifice the city, he secretly promised several other mid-level officers to prepare to mutiniate and take control of the castle. The lords of Fort Reindi, though extremely soft on the Kujits, were tough on their own people. Strand was soon arrested. After sacrificing the city, he persuaded the prison soldiers to flee with him, and finally more than 200 soldiers took advantage of the chaos to follow him and fled to the countryside, where they were hidden by the farmers. A few months later, the main force of the Kugit went to the north, and it is said that the Kugit were dragged by the Lendia Fort in the north, and this rumor made Sdelant bitter, he knew that the greater the reputation of Lendiya, the uglier the reputation of Rendiburg. He even wanted to lead his soldiers to the front line in Lundia, but the colonel had to give up because the local soldiers were reluctant to leave their hometown. Later, as the situation stabilized, Stellant received an order to lead his troops south.

As a young man, Stellant fought the Nords in the North Sea with Earl Harlaus, but his defeat remains memorable to this day. Lacking qualifications and background, he struggled to be promoted, and served as an ordinary officer at Fort Rendiburg for ten years. During this period, there were several opportunities for promotion, but they all passed him by. Just when he thought that he would spend his life in mediocrity, the outbreak of war gave him an opportunity to make a contribution, but unfortunately later events shattered his dream again.

Now, Colonel Stellant rode a lean highland horse, and his eyes looked coldly to the north. His hair was messy and his beard was unkempt. The flag bearer behind him firmly planted the battle flag in the soil. For more than a decade, Battler has remembered those days in the North Sea and how he had followed the battle flag into enemy lines. Those bright battle flags, those brave young men, and those roars that shook the sky made Stellant always unconsciously remember his youthful years. More than ten years have passed, and the young people who were full of pride have become middle-aged people with small legs and cautiousness. He was now clinging to the reins of his horse, riding the disobedient mount, and perhaps this would be the last battle. Durant raised his head slightly, looked at the battle flag slightly stretched over his head, and then he looked at the more than a hundred soldiers behind him, these people have been following himself, Strand trembled in his heart, these people are his last comrades.

Soldiers continued to join Sdeland's line in twos and threes, and Sdeland looked at them and felt more and more despair in his heart. The soldiers were in tatters, their morale was low, each barely had some weapons, they did not resist their horses to hold off the cavalry, nor did they have strong bows to suppress the infantry. They had only a few rusty spears and halberds, a dozen war bows, and a few arrows, and the archers stuck their bows and arrows in the soil at their feet for later shooting, and a few non-commissioned officers were organizing their ranks for the last battle.

At this time, the refugees panicked from afar, and the speed of their escape towards the sea increased significantly: the Salanders appeared on the horizon.

The fog was vague, and he didn't know how many Salander soldiers would be covered in half an hour, and Sdeland tried to calm himself down.

When the last refugee disappeared at the back of the group with a small mule, a long open plain appeared in front of Stellant. The sound of the small drum came low through the fog, and the Salander soldiers marched in line: the Salanders in the fog were approaching with confidence. Two of Sderant's scouts reported spotting a small force of Salander's cavalry on the left flank, who had already crossed Sderant and went around his back to spy on the refugees. Soon, the scout reported that more than 500 Salander soldiers were slowly approaching in front of them, divided into two groups to take care of each other, and slowly advanced. Then, without the scout's report, more than fifty horsemen swept far in front of Sderant, letting out an arrogant mockery. Several of the Sdeland's soldiers couldn't help but let go of their bowstrings, and the arrows flew out and landed limply in front of the Salander cavalry, a useless attack that drew even greater ridicule from the Salanders. The cavalry quickly disappeared to the right front, and it was clear that they were waiting for Sdeland's line to be torn apart before coming to outflank the disformed soldiers.

Finally, a faint red thread appeared at the end of the field of vision in the fog, like red blood gushing out of the earth. Salander soldiers came in array with straight spears, tough round shields, and sharp scimitars. The Salanders were flying their flags and standing in tight formations, as if they were in a drill. Some of the lower Salander officers on horseback shouted loudly, supervising the soldiers to stay in formation. The small drums that accompany the footsteps resound in the fog with a monotonous and murderous rhythm.

Salent cleared his throat and "raised the flag," Durant ordered.

The flag bearer shouted the order, "Raise the flag." The battle flag was erected, and it tilted forward slightly at a powerful oblique angle.

As Sdurant prepared to inspect his ranks one last time, he drew his sword and galloped to the left end of the line, jogging from left to right, the soldiers raising their weapons as the colonel passed. Stellant rode forward, slamming his blade against the soldiers' various weapons, feeling a pang of sadness.

The front was too short, and in an instant it had come to an end.

Life is short, and maybe it will come to an end soon.

Sdelantra opened the face of his mask, looked at the soldiers' eager, fearful, or expressionless faces, and suddenly burst out with pride: fighting here today, even if he dies, it is better than bearing the infamy of a loser and a coward for a lifetime, glory and dreams always need someone to leave blood, his own blood has not boiled for a long time, do you have to wait for it to cool down and regret it?

In the last battle, retreat is death, and there may be a way to live if you move forward.

The drums of war were already beating, and the Salanders were about to attack. No! Can't give them this chance, since it's the last battle, then the men of Svadia should attack their enemies first!

"Soldiers!" , Sderant's voice was hoarse, "From today until the end of the world, we will always be remembered", and in the distance there were war drums and curses from the Salanders.

"The lucky few of us, our brothers who are close to each other, whoever fights with me today is my brother." The sound of war drums, the sound of the wind.

"No matter how humble his origin, today's baptism will make him a true nobleman! And the knights hiding in the hinterland of Svadia will regret that they are not here, and they will feel their humility when anyone tells them how we fought here! ”。 The drums of war, the response of the soldiers.

"Soldiers! I have no way back, only by moving forward can there be hope, and only by moving forward can there be a way to live! I will be with you! The soldiers roared eagerly.

"This may be a battle of sticks against spears! This may be a slingshot vs. crossbow contest! Maybe it's a rag vs. armor contest! But none of that matters, I just need to remember one thing: it's a contest between the winners and the losers! The enthusiastic shouts of the soldiers.

"We fight for honor! We fight for ourselves! We fight again for survival! The soldiers shouted loudly, drowning out all the noise.

Sdelantra removed the shield of his helmet, strangled his horse's head high, and pointed his sword at the Salanders, "Soldiers! Charge on all fronts! ”

The Swadia soldiers rushed out like madmen.