There was no shortage of laughter and laughter in the camp of the Legion of Hantu City at the foot of the Eagle's Fall - even after a full month of bloody fighting, the brightly lit barracks tents were still filled with roast meat, black bread, and the smell of butterbeer, and the big-headed soldiers and knights sitting around the campfire enjoyed every night as if it were the last night of their lives.

Whether it's a noble knight, a farmer-turned-soldier, or a mercenary from far and wide...... No one knows if they will survive tomorrow, everyone is the same when they go to war - either they will die or they will not live as they will die. That's why they are stepping up every opportunity and enjoying what little life they already have.

But tonight is different...... When the day-symbolizing sun finally set, the barracks that spread throughout Eagle Fall fell silent, and tens of thousands of people remained silent as if they had been cursed by some terrible curse. The centurion did not scold the soldiers anymore, and the soldiers holding wooden rice bowls kept eating mashed potatoes with soup, munching on dry and hard black bread, and sitting in front of the campfire in a daze.

The decisive battle will be held in three days, and today will be the last day...... For three whole days, it was like a year for the entire army of Hantu City, from every centurion to all the generals and knights, all imagining countless times how these damned barbarians would launch a general attack. And when the time really came, no one spoke.

If there is really anything more terrible in this world than the unknown, I am afraid that only the word "waiting" is more appropriate to describe - restless, restless, bored, and worried...... And these negative emotions will rise to the peak when they reach the last moment over time.

Greene Turn, along with all the Legionnaires, had tried to figure out how to solve the situation. But it was in vain - because even they themselves were nervous. Even more nervous than these soldiers. Because the responsibilities and missions they bear are much heavier than those of the soldiers.

A pair of eyes looked at the peak of the Eagle Falling Mountain in the dark night in the distance - the flaming goshawk flag fluttered there, although the night curtain was heavy, but everyone could still see it, and they could see the flag that was still fluttering.

When that banner fell, it was the entire Hantu City Legion, tens of thousands of elites wiped out. When the entire land of Han was reduced to the hunting grounds and slaughterhouses of the Blue Wolf Clan, their families, relatives, and compatriots...... The hundreds of thousands of Turin people living in the land will be ravaged and tortured in a hell that is worse than death.

Everyone was waiting for a miracle, waiting for the moment when the Radiant Cross would appear, and the Blue Wolf Clan, which would allow them to defeat the 300,000-strong army under this banner.

After a whole month of bloody battles, the crushing defeat of the Feather Legion made everyone understand how terrible their current enemy was, and also knew that it had been a whole month. The enemy never really exerted all his strength - what does 300,000 enemies mean, almost half of the total population of Turin. It means that they are fighting a bloody war against the war tribes of the entire Han Land, and they are the most powerful war tribes in hundreds of years!

...... The eagle falling down the mountain in the middle of the night makes people feel like falling into the galaxy. It seems that as long as you raise your head, those stars that were once out of reach can be touched. Standing in the middle of the night, Edward Witwood stared coldly at the blood cross coat of arms behind the eagle falling mountain in the distance, gently swaying in the breeze, and the sound of the swallowtail flag hunting could be heard in his ears.

It was the banner of the Banner Legion and the Iron Wall Legion.

After one legion meeting after another, the entire Hantu City legion was divided into three, from the original whole to three regions. Edward was in charge of the two legions of Battle Banner and Ironwall, monitoring and guarding the left flank, while Greene Turn, as chief lieutenant, carried three legions on the right flank.

As for the little prince Anson, he took two legions to the frontal defense - this arrangement was the final result after three full days of detailed discussion, and it was also the most foolproof plan.

The terrain of the entire Eaglefall Mountain determined that the enemy's strength would never exceed 20,000 if attacked from the front, so he drastically reduced the frontal defenses, and reduced his forces, using trenches and walls to resist the enemy's attack - and the enemy had already attacked the left flank of the Legion more than once, and with Asriel's character, he would never choose this side if he wanted to launch a surprise attack again.

Only the right flank of Eagle Fall Mountain, which has been in a fairly safe state so far, is almost as if the other side is blatantly telling them that his next attack will be launched from here, and of course Greene Turn's vigilance will be increased and more troops will be deployed there.

Could that really be the case? A mocking smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and Edward couldn't help but think - was that Asrael really exactly what Greene Turn's had predicted?

The answer, of course, is no.

Edward had this hunch even more when he remembered what the little maid Angela had seen before—but he didn't know why he didn't say it until the end, and didn't even mention it.

It wasn't because of boreous curiosity, but Edward really couldn't guess what kind of means Asrael was planning to use - even if he could get a few hundred or thousands of people to climb over the Iron Cliff Mountain, and it would have no effect on the situation of the war, he still had to put his troops on the battlefield, otherwise it would be useless to have a million men.

There was a chill in the air, but not a single soldier in the entire barracks had taken refuge in their tents to rest, gathered behind the campfires and walls, dressed neatly and with spears and shields clutched tightly in their hands. The heavily armed Captain of the Iron Wall Legion, the somewhat aged old knight, walked behind Edward with steady steps, equally silent.

"Do you guess they're going to attack tomorrow morning......" Edward asked in a calm tone, without looking back, "Or is it just the next second?"

"I don't know. The old knight shook his head, clenched the hilt of his sword as if he was a little frightened, puffed up his breath, and said in a deep voice with trembling lips, "Whenever they come, we can accompany them!"

"Can I ask you one thing?"

"Absolutely. ”

"Do we have a war song?" Edward slowly turned his head and stared steadily, "Is there a song of the people of Turin?"

"Yes!" replied the old man with great firmness.

"Then sing it—or no one will sing it again after today." ”

"When the Radiant Cross shines on Turin, when His Majesty Levy carries it in heaven;

Marcherus rules the four seas, and the flaming goshawk banner flutters in all directions;

We are the descendants of knights, we are the children of heroes;

Greatness, glory, justice, pride!

The radiant cross illuminates our path, and the flaming goshawk guides our direction;

From the great forests of the winter snow country to the seashore at the end of the world;

Attack - God bless Turin!

From the top of the cliff of blood to the terrible hell;

Attack - God bless Turin!

God bless Turin - !!!"

When the old knight, whose beard was shaking, sang the last line, all the soldiers of the whole barracks stood up, as if they were whispering, echoing over the barracks, and the voice finally turned into the only cry - "God bless Turin—!!!"

Excited, excited, fanatical...... The momentum of the tsunami soon spread throughout the mountain, and the original dead silence was shattered like a mistaken glass, leaving only countless Turin soldiers and knights with their hearts beating fast and blood surging, clutching their weapons, spontaneously organizing themselves and forming an array around their respective hundreds--as if everything was so logical.

Listening to the wave-like sound in his ears, Edward smiled slightly, but suddenly felt a slight coolness on his cheeks, and raised his head in some surprise - as if it was just an instant, the night sky that was originally full of stars was already dark at this time, and nothing could be seen.

"It's raining?" (To be continued.) )