From 781 to 782, the events that took place in the vast Far East were unknown to the human world for a long time. Without a historian to study it, the bard would not have praised it, even though the war was so magnificent and blood-boiling. It was an era when the legends of heroes and heroes were circulated, it was an era when it was difficult to distinguish between deeds and myths, and it was an era full of passion and dreams, glory and hope.

In this magnificent historical drama, two armies play the main role in it: the Demon God King** (referred to as the King**) and the Far Eastern Race United Army (referred to as the Far Eastern Coalition Army). In the lush and reckless jungle, in the endless sea of blue blood and sand, in the vast sea of grass, in the bustling city, in the barren and populated mountain paths, in the land of millions of square kilometers in the Far East, the two armies galloped vertically and horizontally, you advance and I retreat, the dogs and teeth are staggered, the tug of war is strangled, the battle line is like a long snake, winding for hundreds of kilometers, and the fierce battle between the soldiers of the two armies covers every city, township and town in the Far East. In the villages, in Kearney, in Tussaud, in the Hérault Plain, in Payi, in the High Hills, in Tlan, the heroic traces of the patriotic warriors are everywhere, and twenty years later, the peasants who have cleared the land can still find the white bones in battle armor in the middle of nowhere.

Whether to die or to live was no longer a problem at that time, all the people were soldiers, even women and children took up arms, and wherever they were needed, the children of the Far East generously rushed to death. This can no longer be simply seen as a confrontation between two armies, this is a contest between two worlds, two completely different civilizations at war, two diametrically opposed beliefs are fighting: one side is heroic and unrestrained, they are eager to breathe the air of zìyóu, they demand equal rights that should be born together, they demand dignity, they oppose trampling on people, they believe that people have the right to live without bullying, A life of oppression and brutal exploitation, and the other side hated this idea as much as it hated the beast of the flood, and they were convinced that the rule of the Senean royal family could never be shaken, and they devoted themselves to nipping it in the bud - yes, the sword cannot murder the mind, but it can destroy the carrier of it.

Less than a year after the establishment of the Far Eastern regime, the only people who initially defended it were six thousand terrified orc deserters, who lacked food and clothing, were poorly armed, often fought hungry, marched barefoot on the snow, weak, sick, and hungry; This is the most powerful and terrifying military force in the world, even the number one human force on the continent does not dare to fight, looking at them, the Jīng soldiers of the Zichuan family are hiding behind the Valen Pass and trembling. Less than a year after the birth of the fragile Far Eastern regime, it is about to challenge this terrible force head-on? From any point of view, this is not an equal and evenly matched war, like a baby's provocation against a giant.

In the face of the provocation, the Demon God Kingdom dispatched a legion, the Ninth Legion of the Kingdom (also known as the "Phoenix Legion") commanded by the leader of the Tatar tribe and the high-ranking nobleman of the kingdom, and in order to fight against this legion, the new Far Eastern regime responded to the battle, dispatching seventy percent of the army of the entire Far East, mobilizing all the reserves, and dispatching the secret weapon of the Far East, the "Xiuzi Battalion", - a legion of this size, the kingdom has a total of fifteen! The Far Easterners even exerted their strength to eat nǎi, but they were still uneasy and uncertain about the outcome of the victory. If the Far Easterners were defeated, they would be completely defeated, and their entire army would be wiped out, and they would be completely eradicated, but if they won the war, even if they killed the Ninth Army to nothing, it would only make the Demon God Emperor worry for a while after taking a nap.

Despite this, when they learned that the soldiers of the Demon God Kingdom were pressing, the Far Easterners still reacted uncompromisingly: not an inch! The King of Light did not retreat but advanced, personally led 13,000 iron horsemen, braved the scorching summer rainstorm to advance suddenly, crossed the reckless primeval jungle, and suddenly appeared under the city of Tran, taking the lead and causing great panic among the demons in the city. This brave adventure kicked off the Battle of Tran.

Tran Fortress, this is the first conscious head-to-head battle between two powerful worlds, the violent collision of two powerful forces. In the scorching summer of June 782, a series of battles took place around the largest fortress in the Far East, which was later known as the Battle of Tran. Twenty years later, in the Far East, there are countless versions of the magical story of the Battle of the Great Tran. Those glorious names are like bright stars in the night, illuminating the earth.

The heroic and heroic General Bran, who is known as the "national hero of the Zoe tribe" along with his resourceful uncle Busen, and the Zoe elder Budan, who has insight into the opportunity, is the first to call for the fight against the demons, and has made a glorious example to the Far East, and the people worship him so much that he is respected as a "sage";

The Hart (Snake Clan) made up a song about the deeds of their leader Soth, saying that he was "brave and tenacious, not proud of his meritorious service, and if he marries, he must marry someone like Soth";

The silent dragonmen are not good at words, they just stand the life-size stone statue of their leader Monroe in the middle of the tribal council, and all the dragonman elders who come and go must salute the stone statue;

There are also the famous human triple generals: the wise and brave female general Shirakawa, the brave General Roger, and the thoughtful General Ming Yu, and the brave "Black Army" soldiers under their command, who came thousands of miles to aid the uprising in the Far East, help the liberation of the people of the Far East, and impart all kinds of knowledge and skills to the Far Easterners, and are known as "the eternal true friends of the Far East". In them, the people of the Far East saw the upright and noble side of mankind, the reputation of mankind that had been corrupted by the officials and nobles of the Zichuan family was restored, the Far East accepted humanity again, and the exchanges between various races began again.

Those glorious names are undoubtedly the most influential figures in this great era. However, careful historians will find that there are many unexplained contradictions in this history, and there are large gaps in the gaps, as if history has suddenly created a fault there. Like stars surrounding the moon, those brilliant stars are attracted by a huge being, behind those glorious heroic legends and illustrious names, an immortal ghost hovers, a figure in a bronze mask, the true soul of the Far Eastern Alliance, the king who brought light to millions of people, but he himself is in boundless darkness. His name has quietly disappeared in the long river of history and is unknown......

In the rain, a group of cavalry was galloping towards the fortress, it was Lu Di and the cavalry of the Xiuzi battalion who were in charge of monitoring him. Lu Di was responsible for recruiting the remaining demon soldiers in the fortress and opening the city gates for the army, while the Xiuzi battalion soldiers were responsible for monitoring him and preventing him from playing tricks to set a trap for the rebels. Watching their figures disappear at the gate of the city, Zi Chuanxiu was very worried: if Emperor Lu failed to surrender, the team would not be enough for the demons to have breakfast, but looking at the indifferent expressions of the soldiers when they set off, it seemed that they were not aware of the danger of this task at all. In troubled times, no one takes their lives very seriously.

Looking at the majestic silhouette of the pale green sè from afar, and being drenched in rain, Zi Chuanxiu shivered and thought, "This is not a city that can be won by brute force." ”

Located in the northeastern border of Tussauds Province, close to the border between the Far East and the Demon Kingdom, the Tran Fortress was built in 612 by the Zichuan family in order to defend against the invasion of the demons, and is known as the second largest fortress in the Far East, second only to the Valen Fortress. The Tran Fortress is twenty-five meters high, the outline of the city wall is oval, the perimeter is all made of huge stones one meter wide and two meters long, the thickness of the city wall is four meters, the city wall is enough for seven people to be parallel, and the light green sè towering city wall gives people a heavy sense of oppression. The walls were built with semi-permanent wooden balustrades that could withstand most long-range attacks from the ground, and the defenders on the walls could easily kill attackers on the ground from the gaps in the balustrades, plus the defensive weapons that dotted the city: heavy crossbows, combo crossbows, catapults, archers, which were a nightmare for all attackers, and it was dangerous to get within five hundred meters of it.

For more than 100 years before the Great Rebellion in the Far East, this place has been the front line of the Zichuan family's battle with the demons, and the family attaches great importance to this place and has stationed heavy troops. In the era of Ge Yingxing, the demons invaded many times, and they were all defeated and lost under the Tran Fortress. However, during the rebellion of 779, the orc division stationed at the fortress suddenly rebelled and killed all the human officers and soldiers stationed there, so that the famous fortress fell like countless fortresses and fortifications in the Far East, and did not play a role in the ensuing series of wars. A year earlier, Roger, a well-known general of the Far Eastern Alliance, had led an army of 200,000 men to storm Tran in an attempt to defeat it in a battle, only to see how his huge army had suffered from the fortifications of Tran's fortifications. Roger had to change his mind and turn into a siege. Before the defenders ran out of food, the Far Eastern Army's food bottomed out, so Roger had to run away with his army in disgrace.

The sky was heavy, black clouds covered the sky, the rain began again, the white rain seemed to be endless, and on the distant horizon, there was a muffled thunder and low roar. In the distance, a group of cavalry rushed from the direction of the road in front of the fortress, and one of the leading officers rushed straight towards Zichuan Xiu.

Zi Chuanxiu raised the helmet's eyes: "What's the matter, Xiaoqi?"

"My lord, the demon army has arrived!"

Shikawa Xiu's hand trembled slightly.

"On the Great Highway of the Far East due east, they are coming! Cavalry and infantry are mixed, and there are 21 flags we can see alone! There are still 10 kilometers away from us. Their flag ......" the officer jumped off his horse and drew a figure on the ground. Although it was vague, Shikawa Shu recognized it, it was the flag of a bird. As far as Zichuan Xiu knows, the various tribes of the demon clan have different flag symbols, the most famous is of course the Senea tribe marked by lions, and the only ones marked by birds are the Tatar tribes, who use the phoenix bathed in fire as their flag. In other words, these were newly transferred Tatar soldiers and horses from the country, and Lu Di's orders had no effect on them.

Zichuan Xiu was shocked: They came so fast!

Can they preemptively intercept them? But in a battle on flat ground, what are the chances of victory for more than 10,000 hungry human and orc cavalry against 50,000 or more demon troops? Can the reinforcements led by Shirakawa arrive within 10 hours?

Can Lu Di's surrender be smooth? Is his deterrent and charisma to his old subordinates really as "huge" as he himself described? In the defenders of Tran, even if only 100 people remain loyal to the Demon God Emperor, then there will inevitably be a bloody conflict between the "royalist faction" and the "Baolu faction", and those soldiers loyal to the Demon God Emperor will only need to hold out for an hour, reinforcements will come, and then the officers and soldiers on Lu Di's side will inevitably be shaken. Is it a plot to wipe out the rebel army?

Zi Chuanxiu turned his back to the sky, and a large cold rain hit his face, making him sober. He looked at his subordinates, and on the green meadows a mile from the fortress, the 13,000 cavalry of the vanguard of the whole army were scattered into a slightly untidy quadrangle, and the neatly arranged armor and bayonet spears could not be seen at a glance. The rain drenched the helmet, went through the gap in the brim, and trickled down the emaciated jaws of the soldiers. No one made a sound, only the sound of the rain splashing on the iron pieces of the armor, and under the black iron helmet, there were faces that were tanned by the rain and scorched, and the eyes under the brim of the hat that were slightly yīn because of tiredness, in the eyes of the soldiers, Zi Chuanxiu saw unwavering expectation, loyalty, trust, and enthusiasm, as long as the King of Light gave an order, they would immediately go to the nine heavens to capture the moon and the five seas.

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty minutes passed.

The rain was still pouring down, and the horses were kicking the ground restlessly, whispering twice, and even they were suppressed by the murderous aura that had been nurtured in the silence. The soldiers remained in formation, but the sāo movement still appeared silently, and someone in the group muttered softly, and gossip spread from one end to the other.

I don't know how many times I looked at the time, thirty minutes passed, Zi Chuanxiu bit her lower lip fiercely, opened her mouth and shouted: "Withdraw the army!"

"My lord, the fortress is here!"

Two human cavalry rushed from afar at the city gate, watching their sprinting figures rush through the vast rain curtain and get closer and closer, Zi Chuanxiu's heart was beating fluffily, and his feet were trembling involuntarily. Success or failure, you will know in a matter of seconds!

The entire queue fell silent, and everyone craned their necks, their eyes revealing longing. Suddenly, the two galloping cavalrymen raised their hands and waved them at the same time, forming two large "V" shapes. In an instant, the entire queue erupted in enthusiastic cheers: "Hurray!"

Zichuan Xiu relaxed. Hiding his ecstasy, he lowered the blindfold of his helmet and waved his hand quietly. Suddenly, tens of thousands of horses' hooves began to gallop, and tens of thousands of human cavalry poured into the open Tran Fortress like a rolling river.

As soon as he entered the city, Zichuan Xiu was notified that Lu Di led his subordinates to wait at the gate of the governor's palace, and he immediately galloped away. From a distance, I saw that on the white steps of the gate of the Demon Governor's Mansion in the Tran Fortress, there were nearly a hundred tall and short demon officers. They wore brown uniforms, hats and shoulders pinned with colored sè feathers representing their status as officers, and red or silver sè cloaks behind them. Several of the kingdom's military flags were thrown to the ground, the officers' long military boots were stepped on indiscriminately, and the black footprints of the golden sè were left on the silk with mud and water, dirty and messy.

At the front of the crowd, Lu Di knelt on his knees, holding the seal of the governor of the Far East in both hands, and his head was pressed low. Seeing Zi Chuanxiu approaching, he bent down his thick waist, lay on the ground with both hands, and slammed his head on the ground. The demon officers behind him kowtowed, and hundreds of people knelt down in rows, and the cloaks of various faces rose and fell like waves.

This is a historical event in which the Far East occupation forces of the Demon Race fully surrendered to the coalition forces. For a while, the officers and soldiers of the coalition and the onlookers all had a shocking feeling of seeing history happening in front of them, and the generals spontaneously gathered behind Zi Chuanxiu, and no one made a sound.

Emperor Lu's trembling, hollow voice echoed in the silent street: "Emperor Lu of the sinner is waiting for His Royal Highness the Great King of Light! I would like to present the Tran Fortress to make up for the sins of the ministers, and I hope that His Highness will be magnanimous, and do not care about the past offenses of the sinners, and the sinners will serve His Highness faithfully in the future, and have nothing to do with the kingdom!"

Shikawa sat steadily on his horse. He looked down at his biggest opponent and knelt down in front of him, a hot current surged through his chest, and for some reason, at this moment, he did not feel the high happiness of the conqueror, but his eyes were sour and he felt like he wanted to cry. He said, "Your Excellency Lu Di, you did a good job this time. In the future, I hope you can continue to serve our army. ”

"The criminal minister is willing to serve His Highness!" Lu Di shouted loudly, and the demon officers also shouted unevenly: "I am willing to serve His Highness!

Scattered laughter rang out in the streets. Zichuan Xiu was exposed, but his smile was hidden under the mask and no one could see it, and he waved his hand very tolerantly: "Get up! Please rest assured that our army has always treated prisoners leniently, and you do not have to worry about your safety. ”

Lu Di couldn't help but declare: "His Royal Highness the King of Light, the criminal ministers and others are not prisoners, we are voluntarily surrendering - no, we are uprising!"

Zi Chuanxiu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Then it will be more lenient, haha, haha!" In the laughter, he rode away on his horse.

Lu Di and the other generals stayed in place and were at a loss: he thought that this great achievement would definitely make His Royal Highness the King of Light admire, and maybe he would give himself an official position, but His Highness was so contemptuous that he left without even getting off the horse.

In the afternoon, the streets are heavy, cloudy, and sparsely populated. A troop of cavalry escorted him through the bluestone slabs of the center of the fortress, the crisp sound of hooves echoing through the empty streets. Shikawa Xiu smiled secretly. He is well aware of the characteristics of the demon race, and they only respect the strong. If he was very grateful to Lu Di, the awe of those newly subdued demon officers would be greatly reduced immediately, and maybe they would have rebelled. He put on the unfathomable idea of "Tran Fortress is just a trivial matter", but they were in awe and did not dare to disagree.

The cavalry drove all over the city, and along the way, they met many demon soldiers. The discipline of the demon soldiers is extremely poor, and from time to time I see groups of drunk soldiers wandering on the streets, and no officers come out to restrain them. The air smells of inferior liquor. Seeing the large group of human cavalry passing by, the demon soldiers were shocked, and some people shouted: "Far Eastern Yankees have entered the city!" Some people scolded, some people threw stones and debris at the human team from afar, and more people showed a numb and dull expression, and sat on the side of the street drinking indifferently. No one came up and did it.

After many defeats, the demon army was already on the verge of collapse, and with the disappearance of the commander, this once famous regular army had degenerated into a mess of sand under self-abandonment. Shikawa optimistically estimates that there will be no large-scale, organized revolt, but the occupying forces in the city will be in the most dangerous state until reinforcements arrive. He pondered, giving orders as he spoke brightly. In accordance with his clear orders, one group after another of soldiers and horses set out according to the order, and rushed to all the key departments in the city. The forces will be concentrated in a few city gates, city walls and weapons warehouses, ignoring the vast areas of the city and the demon camps - in fact, they can't be ignored, and all the troops are used for external defense, and there is no way to divide troops to monitor the demon troops in the city.

At the east gate of the city, Zi Chuanxiu dismounted. This is the defense center of the entire city, and there are not only defense points such as city gates, but also weapons warehouses. Allied soldiers were transporting bundles of arrows and stones to the towers, and Far Eastern civilians in the city also volunteered to help their soldiers. Seeing the arrival of Zi Chuanxiu and the arrival of the brigade, the residents let out a warm cheer: "Welcome to the King of Light to Tran! Long live the King of Light!"

Shikawa Xiu waved to the crowd and responded humbly: "Long live the Far East!"

At the exit of the city road, the demon army is retreating. They were the troops that had been stationed in the city defense, and they surrendered their positions under the orders of the officers. In the team, more than a dozen demon soldiers were carried on stretchers, and there were large pools of blood on the ground, which was shocking. The officer introduced to Zichuan Xiu that just a few minutes ago, the demon troops stationed here refused to withdraw, and clashed with the rebel soldiers who came to take over, from verbal scolding to physical conflicts, and finally both sides used knives, twelve demon soldiers were seriously injured, and seven rebel officers and soldiers also saw blood. Fortunately, before it could lead to a larger-scale sāo rebellion, the conflict was suppressed by the demon officers who rushed in.

Looking at the back of the demon team, Zi Chuanxiu was very worried: the hearts of this group of newly subdued demon soldiers were fluctuating, and it was really unpredictable whether Lu Di could keep suppressing them. In the direct and undisguised hatred of the demon soldiers, he could not see the slightest flattery to the conqueror, and this kind of expression, after entering the city today, he had seen too much in the senior officers below Lu Di. All the high-ranking officers surrendered themselves without hesitation, but among the ordinary soldiers there was a strong hostility towards the Far Eastern Army. This is true of the demons, and the same is true of human beings, at the last moment, why are those lowly people who are usually looked down upon by others more loyal to the country than the high-ranking officials and nobles? This is really incomprehensible.

The heavy rain had just passed, and the city roads were wet and full of waterholes. The air was filled with a heavy atmosphere of imminent battle, tense, chaotic, and tricky. In a hurry, they took over an important town, and the various units belonged to different units, and there was no unified command system, so everyone went their own way. The heralds were running anxiously, shouting hoarsely, the humans scolding bitterly, and the orcs yelling and yelling. Bows and arrows, catapults, crossbow machines, etc., were piled up in a haphazard manner, blocking the roads, and the endless stream of troops came and went, jamming and colliding with each other. The voices are noisy and chaotic, and you can't hear even face-to-face speech. Seeing this, Zichuan Xiuda frowned. Seeing the arrival of the King of Light, the commander of the army who was anxious hurriedly came up to greet him and saluted.

Zichuan Xiu returned the salute: "Which unit are you from?"

The officers reported on their respective unit affiliations, including an acquaintance of Shikawa Shu, the leader of the half-orc team, Dekun, who was from the village of Bulu. The officers present were the highest in his position, except for Shikawa Shu. Shikawa quickly divided the defensive area for them. After the responsibilities were clearly separated, the chaotic situation immediately improved greatly, and all preparations for war were gradually put on the right track.

Zichuan Xiu climbed to the top of the castle tower and looked at it with great eyes. At the end of the road there was a black shadow, flags and brigades of men and horses, the sound of rapid horses' hooves could be heard in the distance, and the enemy was hurrying towards Tran. Compared with Rose, he was only ten minutes earlier, and the difference between victory and defeat was this line. He turned and walked to one of the battlements of arrows in the city road and shouted, "Brothers!" The busy rebel officers and soldiers heard it and turned around.

Zi Chuanxiu's voice was very sincere: "Brothers, I know that everyone has traveled two hundred and thirty miles for a long time, has not eaten or slept for a day, and is very tired. On behalf of the Far East, on behalf of the thousands of people in the Far East who have been rescued from the clutches of the demons, thank you for your efforts!"

The soldiers listened intently. On this tired, irritable afternoon, Shikawa Xiu's calm voice seemed to have a magical power, which could be heard clearly in the most chaotic distractions, attracting everyone's attention. It was like a clear spring flowing through the restless heart, and a smile appeared on the tired face. Crackling applause and cheers gradually sounded. But in the cheers and applause, Zichuan Xiu's calm words were still clearly audible, as if they were in everyone's ears:

"We traveled 230 miles in 19 hours and captured the last and largest fortress of the Demon Race in the Far East! We captured quite a lot of high-ranking officers of the Demon Race and countless soldiers and horses! We rescued hundreds of thousands of enslaved and oppressed compatriots in the fortress! Our efforts have won the initiative for our army! Today's great victory, we will be the first credit!" (applause)

"We have defeated the army of the Demon Governor Lu Di, but the Demon God Castle is not willing to fail, they think that the Far East is their backyard forever, and the thousands of people in the Far East - whether it is the Zoe, the Hart, the Lute (dwarf), the dragon people, and the human - are just slaves they raise, they can bully at will, loot and plunder at will, even if they take our last pants and drain our bone marrow, they will not let us go!"

An angry roar echoed in the field in front of the fortress: "Kill all the green-haired ghosts!"

"In order to continue their rule, to continue plundering and bullying us as they did yesterday, now the Demon God Castle has sent their high-ranking nobles: Duke Rus, and many of his minions!

It is this bloody army that has come to the Far East! They have burned down our homes as they did yesterday, and they have buried alive our soldiers, our relatives in distant lands, all those who love us and those we love, and hang them alive from trees! Yes, if we can't stop them here today, this will happen!

Soldiers, behind you is your home, your wives, children, mothers, you have no way to retreat!"

"No, never retreat!" the angry cries of the soldiers, especially the orc soldiers, their faces flushed at the thought that their loved ones might be slaughtered by the Rus' legion, their chests rose and fell in amazement, and their chests were burning with war.

"Then, right today, right here, we're going to give the Demon God Castle a head-on blow!"

The soldiers shouted in unison: "Fight, fight, fight!"

"We are short of troops, but our brothers and comrades-in-arms are rushing to reinforce us! General Shirakawa led an army of 100,000 troops that is only more than 100 miles away from us, and General Roger is also rushing to join us! Tens of millions of people in the Far East are behind us! We have a geographical advantage, and at our feet is the largest and strongest fortification in the Far East! We have the will to fight as one! Compared with these, those green-haired ghosts who have come all the way to invade us are nothing! The title of duke does not frighten us, we have crossed one duke (Lu Di), will we be afraid of the other? Give the green-haired ghosts a lesson that they will never forget, and tell them to remember from generation to generation, and never fight the idea of the Far East!"

"Yes, Your Highness is really right!" muttered the orc, "That's how it should be done!"

"I have to work hard to kill Rose! After this battle, I will give everyone three days off, and the bonus (Zichuan Xiu quickly calculated, subtracted the initial number by half, and then subtracted by half) five taels of silver per person!"

"Long live the King of Light!" the soldiers cheered through the sky. It was as if they had suddenly been infused with energy, and everyone was full of energy, and looking at the enthusiasm of the cheers, it was as if the Rus' army had been completely annihilated.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, the vanguard of the Rus' regiment appeared on the outskirts of the fortress, all unarmored light cavalry. After a long journey, the original brown cloak of the demon cavalry was so dirty that it was impossible to recognize its original appearance, and the number was about five thousand.

Shikawa Xiu wanted to fish in troubled waters, so he did it easily. He opened the city gate, and all the demon soldiers patrolled the city, and the flag of the demon kingdom was still flying on the city, and the camouflage was completely flawless. But the commander of the unit seemed to have some kind of mysterious sixth sense, and he suddenly ordered his troops to turn at full speed, out of the bow and arrow of the city. Zi Chuan Xiu hurriedly ordered, and the half-orc archers who were in ambush at the head of the city appeared one after another, but only a few hairs on the tail of the last cavalryman were removed.

The plan failed. This group of demon soldiers who escaped death still didn't know how to raise and run back and forth around the city and shout to kill, and made all kinds of insulting movements by urinating and grimacing at the city, Zichuan Xiu's face turned red, and the impulsive half-orc soldiers were even more excited and screamed, and they elected representatives to Zichuan Xiu to ask for battle. A sloppy half-orc man recited poetry in front of Zi Chuan Xiu and shouted: "I really can't stand this insult! Please Your Highness don't stop me!"

"I won't stop you. Zichuan Xiu, who was holding his breath, kicked him off the city wall: "Then go!"

Unabashedly facing the demons with thousands of teeth and claws, this half-orc was frightened on the spot, and sat down at the base of the city wall with weak feet, crying a handful of snot and tears. In the laughter of the whole city, in the end, it was Zi Chuanxiu who ordered to hang this good man who would rather die than be humiliated with a rope.

At six o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, when the sun was setting, the main force of the Demon Legion appeared.

On the eastern horizon, a faint black line can be seen, just like the black sè lace inlaid in the earthy yellow sè earth, constantly wriggling and expanding, and the black line is rapidly expanding. Tens of millions of people gathered into the silhouette of the black sè, thousands of feet trampled on the earth, raising sand and dust, thick smoke billowed out, and the gray and yellow sè dust covered the army, and only a corner of the black sè silhouette could be faintly revealed, as if the demon king had revealed his sharp claws from the black clouds that enveloped him. And in the yellow sand and smoke, dense points of light appeared and disappeared from time to time, one after another, which was the reflection of the towering stabbing gun forest in the setting sun.

Even when viewed from a distance, a large army on the march is astounding. The demon army poured out from the horizon endlessly, like an ugly monster, its huge body had covered the sky and the earth as far as the eye could see, and it was constantly expanding. As far as the eye can see, there is a black oppressive human head everywhere, the flag is like a sea, the tip of the spear is like a forest, the cloak of the cavalry is dense like a cloud, and the feather crowns of various faces compete with each other, and each phalanx is strict, neat, and the barriers are clear. One after another, the phalanx of infantry and cavalry drove under the city, stretching on, and the wide plain to the east of the fortress was already crowded with troops, and the follow-up troops were still coming. Two kilometers away from the fortress, the demon army stopped its advance and spread out to the left and right wings, from the south and north sides to the fortress, the front array was winding for ten miles, and the sea of flags fluttered without seeing the end.

Since the beginning of the Dúlì War in the Far East, the Far Eastern Army had never experienced such a magnificent scene and fought against such a large regular army of demons. In an instant, they were shocked by the momentum of the advancing demon army, and the rebel officers and soldiers showed fear.

Zichuan Xiu was taken aback, knowing that if he didn't try to save his morale, he would definitely not be able to insist that Bai Chuan would come. He deliberately asked loudly: "Dekun, look, how many soldiers and horses should there be?"

The half-orc Dekun opened his eyes: "I can't say it, Your Highness. But looking at the thickness of this phalanx and the spread of its wings, there are at least 100,000 horses. ”

Zi Chuan Xiu smiled: Dekun is still a little tender, to create such a huge momentum, this requires at least 150,000 troops - more precisely, the Demon Race has more than 143,000 infantry and 31,000 cavalry, a total of 174,000 soldiers and horses, all of which belong to the Ninth Legion of the Demon Kingdom, which is the information that I just got from Lu Di. The Tartars, the second largest tribe in the Demon God Kingdom, are pouring out to fight this time, and it seems that Duke Rus's is bound to win the Far East.

Shikawa Xiu said loudly: "The defensive battle is very advantageous. In the Battle of Pai that year, how many soldiers and horses did the Demon Clan have? No less than a million! And all of them were the strongest jīng Rui troops of the Demon Army, so what was the result?

The surrounding soldiers shook their heads and exchanged ears. Zichuan Xiu continued: "We are located in the second fortress in the Far East after Valen, the city is high and the river is deep, and it is not comparable to the small city of Payi, and the weapons are good, the reinforcements are on the side, and the food is sufficient, even if the demons are another million army, we have no fear! No, brother, we are not just defending the city! What we want is a big victory, we want to completely defeat them and annihilate them!" With the last few words, he raised his voice so loudly that the whole city could hear it clearly, and a group of soldiers standing close to him applauded excitedly, and shouted: "Defeat them!

Zi Chuanxiu gave them a thumbs up appreciatively and thought, "Fool, you can believe what the official says." ”

Although the demon army is menacing, according to Zichuan Xiu's observation, they do not have the necessary siege weapons such as heavy siege vehicles, ladders, and catapults. The encounter was a surprise for both sides, and Ross was unprepared for the large coalition forces that would be encountered here. Unless he was foolish enough to let his soldiers fill the moat of Tran with flesh and blood, he would not have dared to attack the fortress until the necessary siege tools were built, and if he had to besiege it for a long time, the large number of soldiers and horses would not help to succeed, but would show its shortcomings.

It was the first time that the Far Eastern coalition had faced the Tatar army. During the Battle of Kearney, Lu Di led all Senea soldiers, and although the Far Eastern Coalition eventually defeated them by relying on crowd tactics, the 60,000 fierce and brave Senea Field Army taught the newly born Far Eastern Coalition a bloody lesson. It was only after that war that many Far Eastern generals understood what a first-class army was. The strength of the Tatar army is unknown. But from the perspective of a military veteran, Zichuan Xiu said in all fairness that they really could not compare with the Senea tribe, and looking at their marching procession, they lacked the Senea tribe's terrible fighting spirit like a lion and a tiger, the suppressed murderous aura, and even less the terrifying explosive power and bloodthirsty fanaticism full of jīng power -- it was very much like the Far Eastern rebel army at the beginning of its establishment.

"Your Highness, some of them are coming!"

When Zichuan Xiu heard the prestige, five officers wearing white feathers came out of the main formation of the demon army, and rode straight towards the direction of the city. Before entering the shè range of the city, the leader shouted to the city: "Don't let go of arrows in the city, we have something to say!"

The city was silent, and no one responded. The demon officers were terrified. They consulted for a while, and only one man continued to ride his horse, while the rest waited where they were. The officer was very bold, rushed to the front of the city twenty meters in one breath, and shouted at the head of the city, which was roughly as follows:

"The former governor of the Far East, Emperor Lu, rebelled and betrayed His Majesty the God Emperor. Our army has come on the orders of His Majesty to punish them and put down the rebellion in the Far East. Our army is personally commanded by Lord Ross, the leader of the Tatar tribe, the noble Duke of the Kingdom, and the governor of the Ghana Military Region, and the army is full of 200,000! In the name of the kingdom and His Majesty, I order you to immediately open the city gate to welcome the Duke, and those who have made meritorious contributions will be rewarded, otherwise once the army breaks through the city, the jade will be burned, and you will regret it at that time!"

It was a successful speech for this demon officer. It was both emotional and meaningful, and the only unfortunate thing was that he got the wrong person for his speech. The defenders at the head of the city could only hear a gurgling noise, and except for Zichuan Xiu, none of them understood what he was talking about. He coldly ordered, "Kill him!" Immediately, the "fluttering" wind sounded rapidly, and the talented orator was suddenly full of arrows. He fell backwards without saying a word, his feet still tied to his stirrups. Frightened, the horse turned around and ran, dragging the corpse back softly.

The demons guarding outside were shocked, and at the same time took a few steps back to ensure safety, and then they all cursed, swearing that they must set foot on Pingtlan and kill the whole city to death. Hearing the vicious curse below, the demon soldiers were about to cry.

Shikawa smirked sinisterly, complacent because Jiān had succeeded in his plan.

He stood quietly on the highest point of the city, tall and majestic. The soldiers were all looking at him silently, and the 170,000 demon army was also looking up to him. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on him, the metal mask scorched and shiny, and the black robes fluttered in the evening breeze of dusk. The King of Light is at the forefront! His appearance alone gave the soldiers the firmest confidence, and the soldiers silently conveyed the message: The King of Light is still there, and we will not lose!

The sun was setting, and the sky was gradually darkening. There was a clanging sound on the outskirts of the city, and the demon army began to drive piles and build a camp in the village, and then smoke rose from the camps everywhere. From the top of the city, the demon soldiers scattered around the fire were like ants.

Zi Chuanxiu then remembered that since entering the city, the rebel army had not been able to eat, and he waved his hand: "Open the meal!"

While the soldiers were eating, he called Rudi and asked him about the food reserves of the fortress. Lu Di replied that there was no problem, and took Zi Chuan Xiu to the granary to see it in person, and the huge grain bags were piled up into a hill, and Zi Chuan Xiu only had to stick out his tongue. By the way, he inspected the four weapons warehouses located at the east and south of the city, and his heart was even more ecstatic: all kinds of weapons were piled up in bundles and bundles throughout the warehouse, and those newly made knives and swords were all tightly wrapped in straw, and they were casually disassembled, and the black blades were cold and shining, and they were very well maintained, much sharper than the home-made machetes that the rebels were currently equipped with. What made him happiest was the bow and arrow warehouse, where there were more than 30,000 strong bows for all kinds of cavalry and infantry, and 200,000 bundles of arrows, as well as expensive siege vehicles, arrow platforms, ladders, impact ballistae and other large siege equipment, which were prepared by the demon army for the future attack on the human Varen fortress. Zichuan Xiu thought that if Rose outside the city saw these things, he would be so envious that he would vomit blood, and this was what he needed most now.

The demons have always regarded the Tran Fortress as the most reliable logistics base, and most of the food and newly created weapons and equipment looted from all over the Far East are stored here, and now Zichuan Xiu can easily choose a big bargain. It is estimated that the grain stored here can supply the troops for two months, and there is no fear of a long-term siege by Rus. He immediately ordered that all the catapults and heavy crossbows in the warehouse be moved to Kaifeng, the head of the city, to strengthen the defenses of the city walls.

At night, in order to prevent the demons from making a surprise attack, the rebels did not enter the barracks to rest. The soldiers lay on their positions with their weapons on their side. Zichuan Xiu led the guards to patrol the positions with torches to see if there were any slacking off the post and leaving the post, and the results were very satisfying to him, no matter where he went, the sentries on duty could find him first and interrogate the password.

At the head of the city to the west, Zi Chuanxiu looked at the western horizon, the road was dark and motionless, and the dark blue jungle was as quiet as the backwater. He had doubts in his mind: according to the normal pace of marching, Shirakawa's troops should have arrived. What's wrong?

After going around the city, he returned to the east. In the dark night, the camp tent of the demon clan burned with a raging anointment, and the countless flickering fires extended from the city to the deep black sky beyond the eye to see, and merged with the stars in the sky, as if the stars in the sky had fallen to the ground.

The leader of the half-orc team, Dekun, was in charge of the defense of the castle to the east. He saluted Zichuan Xiu and reported that one qiē was normal. The orc said sincerely: "Your Highness, you have worked too hard, please rest early." ”

"Rest early, Dekun. ”

Dekun smiled shyly, but refused to go back to sleep. He accompanied Shikawa Xiu on patrol on the city road. In the camp of the demons, someone is playing the dombra, a folk instrument of the demons. The night wind blew, and the wind brought a faint singing, which was a song from the camp of the demon clan, the tune was deep, with a faint sadness and desolation. Zi Chuanxiu only vaguely heard a few words:

"Oh, where I was born,

I'll never see you again.

Goodbye dear girl,

In the early morning garden, I can no longer hear the yellow warbler singing,

Let's meet again in the next life......"

Shikawa Shu stopped and listened carefully. He looked up, and the twinkling stars in the night sky peered at the blood-soaked earth. The simple melancholy mood in the melody infected him powerfully, and for a moment, the memory reproduced the pictures of his past life for no reason, some childhood scenes that had long been forgotten, the path in the garden full of purple sè helichrysum, and the white dress waiting for him at the end of the path. At this moment, he was filled with a kind of nostalgia, nostalgia for the path he walked in his childhood, nostalgia for the big banyan tree engraved with his name, nostalgia for those beautiful times when there was no war, no blood, and no hunger, and he was infinitely melancholy. In the soft music, his cold, well-defined handsome face showed a rare warm expression.

"Your Highness, what are they singing?"

As if suddenly awakened from a dream, Zi Chuanxiu smelled the pungent smell of blood in the air, and the desolate barking of wild dogs, who were tearing at the corpses of the demon soldiers who were killed today. His mind reluctantly returned to reality, and he said with a straight face: "Nothing, something boring." Let's rest. ”

The next morning, Shikawa Xiu habitually woke up at six o'clock. The first thing he did when he got up was to observe the demon camp. In the morning, the fog was very large, and the fog as white as a cow nǎi was blown by the wind and changed, hazy and hazy, and it was impossible to see the scenery a hundred steps away. Zichuan Xiu's heart sank: This kind of weather is very bad for defense.

Gu Lei ran over and brought him breakfast, but he first asked, "Where is the officer on duty?" Has the Shirakawa troops arrived?"

The answer was disheartening: the Shirakawa forces had not yet arrived, and there was no indication that they were coming.

Shikawa Shuichi Rin. He couldn't think of any reason for Shirakawa to be late. It's just more than 200 miles, and two days of infantry marching is enough. Moreover, the main force of the demon clan is already in front of him, and there is no force nearby that can stop Shirakawa, unless- Zichuan Xiu suddenly thought of a possibility, and when he thought of this, he was like falling into the coldest ice cave, and his whole body trembled. Then he laughed at himself again: it was impossible. He still remembered Shirakawa's heartfelt words before leaving: "My lord, please take care of yourself." To us, you are more valuable than a hundred Tran Fortresses. In the girl's sincere eyes, he could not see a trace of falsehood, pure and transparent as crystal.

While the army was eating breakfast, a loud shout of a sentry was heard in the distance: "Jǐng ring! Demon cub - come up!" Suddenly, the whole camp boiled. The officers hurriedly ordered: "Go to the city, take your place!" The soldiers left their jobs and picked up their weapons and ran to their posts, and there was a squeaky sound everywhere that made the roots of the crossbow machine soften. Everyone was waiting for the brutal fight that was coming.

In the morning light, the demon army unfolded a formation: each infantry team made a small phalanx, every five small phalanxes converged into a Chinese array, and every three Chinese formations gathered into a large phalanx, making a total of five phalanxes to set out. The cavalry lined up on both flanks of the infantry phalanx, majestic and vast, with sea-like helmets, sabers and bayonets, reaching to the horizon. The drums thundered, and the noise shook the sky.

The army was dispatched, and the Tatar generals in the command camp knelt down in unison. Duke Russ burned incense and prayed: "May the Great Demon God bless my Tartar clan and defeat it in a battle!"

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