Mixed with the blood stains of dust, and the sweat stains on his face soaked his cheeks, and beads of sweat kept falling on his forehead, Lebinus, panting and breathing heavily, leaned against a gravel of the city wall very casually, full of tired eyes and tried to open his eyelids, looking out at the wasteland in front of him.

Little by little, the blood-colored sun sank into the hills to the west, and the colorful and brilliant glow dyed the entire green valley with a layer of red blood. The thick smell of blood and corpses was overwhelming. A few desolate cries of crows hovering in mid-air, searching for their food, and strange hiss wafted across the moor, carrying the sound of death.

A few hyenas emerged from the forest, stepping on blood, searching for delicious food among the corpses, and their scarlet eyes even shone with a bit of bloodthirsty light, but the smiling barks also complemented these "hunters".

The huge battlefield was full of soldiers cleaning the battlefield - although the bones and blood were about to fill the entire wasteland, there was no sadness on the faces of the soldiers, only joy and unparalleled excitement.

In fact, even Rebinus had the same expression - and even now he still doesn't believe that the battle was really won, and it was an incomparably brilliant victory, and they won!

Although it is true that many people were killed - half of the soldiers of the Second Banner Regiment alone were killed, not to mention the rest of the Banner Regiment, but the meaning of a victory is simply priceless to the Battle Banner Regiment, and it cannot be measured by a ruler!

It's been too long, it's been too long - it's better to say that since the day the Battle Banner Legion was formed, they haven't tasted victory, and some have only suffered heavy defeats again and again. The shame again and again, in the end, even became numb, and it was a lingering ...... Persisting until now, just surviving ** is supporting these remnants of the defeated generals, and has not completely collapsed.

In fact, it's not just them. All the officers and even soldiers of the entire Battle Banner Regiment had the same idea - just to survive and not let this regiment collapse overnight, just to be able to take a few enemies to hell with him before he died, he would clutch the weapons in his hands and not commit suicide.

But now, in the wilderness in front of the fortress in the valley, all the surviving soldiers were shouting, crying and hugging each other, and shouting with red faces, at first there were only a few soldiers, and at last more and more people echoed. The entire battlefield was a sea of cheers!

"Long live Marcherus--Long live the Banner Legion--God bless Turin-!!!"

Helty, the commander of the Second Banner, who originally thought that he was dead, was much more surprised and excited than everyone at this time, rushed over and hugged Rebinus's neck, crying like a child, and shouting hysterically. And the young centurion could not even speak.

All he wanted to know now was who had saved them with the group of Knights of the Sacred Tree—but that was soon no longer a problem, for from the hillside another cheer had already erupted. Far away. Lebinus could still see the figure that appeared in the midst of the knights' respectful cheers of the soldiers.

"Long live Lord Edward Witwood, Chief Flag Officer—!!!"

...... It's only late in the evening. A simple wooden platform had been erected in the square of the fortress in the Green Valley, and on the flagpole where the Legion flag had been placed, three more flags had suddenly appeared—the Flaming Goshawk Flag, the Black Tree Flag on a White Background, and a Red Cross Flag on a Black Background that no one had ever seen before.

Bloodstained and dusty soldiers gathered in the square, curiously wondering if it was the family flag of the chief flag officer, Edward Witwood, the legionnaires who had just survived. All of them were talking in whispers.

Edward, with his star and cloak in his hand, stood alone on a wooden platform, holding his helmet in his arms. Rows of Sacred Tree Knights stood on either side of the wooden platform, guarding the black-haired knight's figure in the center, not even saying. Everyone could recognize who was standing there.

Virgil Brutus, the clerk holding a roll of parchment, stood at the edge of the platform and read aloud the contents of the platform, accompanied by Ludwig, "In the name of His Majesty Horace Marchelus, His Royal Highness Anson Marcherus, Duke of Hentus, has made Viscount Edward Witwood the Chief Flag Officer." ”

"With immediate effect, the Battle Banner Legion is reorganized - the heraldic flag of the Wittwood family will be the flag of the new Legion, and all soldiers and officers will be required to swear allegiance to His Highness Anson Marcherus and Lord Edward Witwood as the inauguration ceremony of the new Legion!"

The square that was still being discussed just now instantly exploded, and there was an uproar, especially when the name "His Royal Highness Anson Marcherus, Duke of Hantu City" came out, which made many people's faces show a look of fear, and they even forgot that they had just escaped death.

What's the matter, has Lord Berrion Marcherus been stripped of his title, and who is this Highness Anson?!!The whole square was in chaos, and the soldiers who had been discussing in whispers just now became even more excited, especially the officers, whose faces looked as if they had heard something terrifying.

Ordinary soldiers are okay, almost all the officers are directly loyal to Berion - this is also a major "feature" of the Kingdom of Turin, especially in this kind of wild area, for the soldiers of these Battle Banner Legions, their allegiance is only Berion, and now it has been replaced by a Duke Anson who has never known, and anyone will be a little panicked.

Will this new "Lord Duke" continue to maintain the system of Lord Berrion in the past, will we be dismissed, or will we be expelled from the barracks like a bunch of vagabonds that no one wants?!

The soldiers didn't riot on the spot, they just didn't complain too much because they had just survived. Many of the officers were still standing in the audience, watching the black-haired knight coldly to see what he was planning to do.

"Please rest assured that Lord Berrion Marcherus was only invited by His Majesty Horace to return to Turin to accept the post of Lord of the Seals, and to entrust the title of Duke of Hantu City to His Highness Anson. Edward, who was standing on the stage, immediately opened his mouth to explain to everyone: "This title itself belongs to His Highness Anson, and Lord Berion is only managing His Highness Anson before he is a minor. ”

But these are just explanations, and Edward certainly knows what the soldiers want: "You can rest assured that His Highness Anson will fulfill all the conditions promised to you by Berion in the past, whether it has been fulfilled or not, and His Highness will not deceive any soldier, any knight who is willing to fight for him!"

"Nothing has changed in the past - all soldiers who have completed their service will receive double severance pay, and soldiers and officers who wish to continue their service will be able to maintain their old salaries if they intend to fight under the banner of another regiment. ”

"Not only that, but the Battle Banner Legion will also start today, from the original auxiliary legion to officially become His Highness's pro-army, with all the treatment that a formal legion should have - you will have the qualifications to raise the flag at the triumphal ceremony, the original local residents will become official Turin people, the soldiers with outstanding achievements will be eligible for promotion, and the nobles will be eligible to become knights and true fiefdoms!"

"As the legion under my direct command, I can assure you that as long as you are willing to pledge allegiance to me, to the Witwood family, the Banner Legion will be paid and treated better than any other legion, and no one will roll an eye at you again. I will lead you to victory after victory, and let the shame of the past make the glory of the future!" (To be continued.) )