The night wind is dancing wildly, and the rain is pouring in!

By the time everyone reacted, the originally clear night sky was already thunderstorming, bursts of dull thunder were continuous, and white lights flickered in the night, as if it was a giant python that was spinning, with a deafening thunderous roar, pouring down the cold rain.

Under the pouring rain, not to mention the earthen walls, even the tent was constantly dripping, and the overcoat and armor on the body were already soaked, and the mist filled the eagle fall mountain, obviously surrounded by rain, but still could smell a bad smell of dampness.

But at this time, no one cared about these things anymore - the heavily armed soldiers and knights stood under the battle banners, letting the icy rain soak their bodies and slip over their cheeks and armor, staring at the butter torches that were still burning in the torrential rain, and clenching the spears and shields in their hands even harder.

At the moment when the rainstorm fell, everyone raised their vigilance - taking advantage of the rainstorm to launch a surprise attack was simply the best way for the Hantu people to fight, and it had even become an inevitable thing.

And the Turin legions fighting in this land have also been helpless against this kind of raid at the beginning, and finally have a complete set of ways to deal with it, and have gradually become accustomed to the way of maintaining a formation and fighting the barbarians of the vast land in this extremely harsh environment.

The regiments on the left flank were no exception - without even orders, the flags of the centurions were staggered and shrunk towards the center. Because visibility is extremely bad during heavy rains. It also interferes with the transmission of trumpets and commands. So the only way to keep the formation. It is to make sure that the soldiers can follow up with the people around them, and advance in the same array and pace, with minimal movement.

Standing under the two battle flags, Edward watched the Iron Wall Legion behind him slowly move forward, replacing the battle flag legion's line, and the entire battle flag army completely moved behind the iron wall army to serve as a reserve army - to deal with this kind of battle, the tried and tested Iron Wall army is far more experienced than the battle flag army, and naturally needs to let them take on the corresponding responsibilities. This is also to reduce unnecessary casualties.

And this is also the commander of the Iron Wall Legion, the old knight who is always talking, tries his best to ask - it is true that since the outbreak of this war, the record of the Iron Wall Legion has been dismal, and it has even had the shame of losing the eagle falling from the mountain, and it is also the only legion that has been torn through the front by the Blue Wolf Clan, which can be said to be a loss of face.

No matter how timid and afraid of death is, the Iron Wall Legion is also one of the best elites in the entire Hantu City, and unlike those legions with a large number of knights, the soldiers of this legion are almost all peasants and small nobles around Hantu City. There are even very few wandering knights, which can be regarded as the "native" legion of Hantu City.

They need to redeem their honor. Need to prove your strength - no soldier wants to see the banner of their allegiance tainted. If there is, even if it is desperate, wipe the stain clean so that this flag can continue to be passed on.

This is no longer a matter of glory, this is a proof of dignity! Looking at the resolute expression of the old sir, of course Edward would not veto it - the Battle Banner Legion is quite inexperienced in this kind of combat, and it is natural to serve as a reserve.

"Did you hear anything?"

"Voice?" Looking at the black-haired knight with his back to him, the old knight shook his head in some surprise: "I can't hear anything except the sound of the rain - what?"

"No......" Edward's pupils gradually dilated - although it was very faint, but there was indeed a voice coming from the opposite cliff, could it be that it was an ambush of the Blue Wolf Clan?

And how did they lurk there?" Edward frowned slowly, his right hand slowly clenching the hilt of his sword - the rain obstructed his vision, so much so that it interfered with his judgment, but that feeling was definitely not wrong, it was definitely not the sound of rain.

It was a tremor—a tremor coming from under your feet, and it was getting more and more pronounced, more and more distinct.

"Boom ——!!!!"

A deafening thunderclap fell from the sky, and the miserable white thunder flashed in the night, and Edward, who was frowning just now, widened his eyes and his pupils contracted suddenly!

"Everyone, back off——!" Edward turned his head abruptly and yelled at the old knight, "Hurry up and get the order down—run, run now!"

The old knight was stunned for a moment—at the moment when his expression froze, the rumbling sound in the distance rushed towards the front line on the left flank of the Eagle Fall Mountain like a galloping horse, and even the sound of the pouring rain was drowned out.

It wasn't the sound of horses' hooves at all – it was a mudslide!!!

"Retreat, retreat, retreat...... Retreat——! "The old knight muttered over and over again as if he was frightened, and then shouted, looking at the herald's face, which was still looking at him stupidly, and shouted hysterically: "What are you still doing in a daze, don't run, run——!!!!"

The roar grew louder and clearer—and finally, even the ordinary soldiers had expressions of fear on their faces, and the Iron Wall Legion, which had just been imposing like a rainbow and preparing for a disgrace, was like a group of rabbits that had gone completely mad, and they didn't need to be ordered at all, and one by one they rushed towards the direction of the eagle falling mountain behind them, shouting loudly in terror.

No one could hear the sound of the horn at all—in fact, it didn't need to be heard at all, and even a fool knew what was going on when the loud noise from the cliff pierced everyone's ears!

The violent torrential rain was mixed with rolling thunder, and the power that made everyone feel incomparably small seemed to completely cleanse the whole world, with one after another miserable white, silver snake-like thunder light illuminating this dark midnight, piercing everyone's already tense heartstrings!

Edward, who was also running wildly in the crowd, saw the shining golden figure at a glance - standing on the watchtower, still shouting loudly, with a worried look in his blue eyes.

The black-haired knight in the midst of the frenzy did not hesitate at all - in fact, time was too late for him to hesitate "free", and his body instinctively reacted and jumped up and hugged the figure into his arms.

"Edward?!"

Allen, who had just exclaimed, had a slight smile of surprise on her face - before she could react, the whole person was already hugged by this suddenly rushing figure and jumped off the watchtower.

The moment Alan felt himself fall from the sky, the roar and countless screams flooded the world like a monstrous wave, and at the last moment of losing consciousness, the blonde girl saw the appearance of the "nasty ghost" named Edward Witwood holding herself and blocking herself.

Hard walls, wooden fences, horse-repellent piles, arrow towers...... All of them, once able to hold back tens of thousands of defenses, were as fragile as paper paste in front of the world, easily torn to pieces by the rolling mudslide, and then completely submerged in the filthy current.

Order, honor, discipline, status...... Everything was reduced to nothingness in the face of the unstoppable natural disaster, and all the soldiers screamed and wailed, and ran madly in the direction of the eagle falling mountain, only to be swallowed up by the rolling mudslide one after another.

The herald who blew the horn and the swallow-tailed flag in his hand were instantly drowned, and no one even noticed how he died when he was dying, and no one heard it until the sound of the horn disappeared.

Not only the left flank position, but the entire Eagle Fall Mountain, the entire Iron Cliff Mountain Canyon seemed to be like a crumbling sand pile, and under the call of the storm, it let out a roar unprecedented in thousands of years—glorious as a hundred years of empire, as powerful as tens of thousands of troops, in front of this force, all as small as ants.

The sky is falling!(To be continued.) )