His dirty clothes were covered in blood, the wounds on his face and shoulders were still bleeding, and he gasped for breath as he planted the tattered Blood Cross Banner on the top of the crumbling tower, and Repynus's ears immediately heard the distant cheers that resounded through the sky, and a smile of excitement appeared on the corner of his mouth.

They won, they won!

Lying on the ruins and looking at the sea that was still burning in the distance, the smoke rose into the sky, and Repinos even wanted to cry, gritting his teeth to let the tears continue to flow down his cheeks, but he still refused to make a sound, just widened his eyes, his shoulders kept shaking, and his blood-dripping hands were clenched into fists.

It's really, unimaginable. Liberus had imagined himself coming to the city of Turin countless times, seeing the sacred Glorious Cross Chapel and the royal palace at the top of the hill of Marcherus - but he never imagined that it would be in this way, and at such an opportunity!

Knowing that there was still a sea of fire behind him, Repinius could not resist the urge to look at the hills of Marcherus in the distance, and he could still hear the bells of the templar in his ears, and the sound seemed to call him.

Is this fate, the fate of the Rebinus family? Libernus suddenly became a little conflicted, was his allegiance to Lord Edward Witwood loyal or a traitor? Like his father, who rushed out of the fortress and fought the enemy in order to survive, was he brave or cowardly?

Loyal to ourselves are slaughtering the same Turinites as themselves, storming the fortress of this great city, and those who are desperately resisting are also loyal to the kingdom, so why should we fight? Such a self. Isn't it really a traitor?

Somewhat confused, Repynus shook his head...... Maybe wait until the Templar. When I stand in the palace of the throne hall, I will naturally have the answer, right? Now my more important mission is to live, to live with my brothers!

"Lord Liberus!" shouted a herald as he ran, "the Chief Flag Bearer orders you to go at once, we are about to advance to the hills of Marcherus, and the brethren of the Legion are assembled at the gates of King's Port!"

"Understood!" said Liberous, grabbing his helmet and running down - confused, but at least his allegiance was Edward Witwood, who was fighting for His Highness Anson. Then I naturally have to sacrifice my loyalty to this highness!

While running, the chief centurion's brow still showed no sign of letting go - although the port of Kings had been captured, the casualties of the Battle Banner Regiment were also not small, and without the support of the royal fleet, it would have been difficult for more than 4,000 men to rush to the Markerus Mountain.

The entire Xicheng District must have been covered with ambushes and defensive lines for a long time, and their enemy was the entire garrison legion, with 60,000 troops alone, and perhaps before they rushed to the front of the steps of Marcherus, there was not even a single person left in the entire legion, and a frontal assault was definitely the most stupid choice.

What exactly to do. Did Lord Edward Witwood have any good plans?

"With a hesitant look, are you thinking about something very troublesome?" a faint voice came from the ear of Repinos, who was walking with his head down. It's almost impossible to tell if he's asking or being sure, and there's a hint of sarcasm.

"Shirrell Lightlane, the leader of the Silver Blood?" Momentinus, who was stunned, looked at the mercenary standing there, "Why are you here, Lord Edward has already given the order to assemble, you should wait at the gate of King's Port!"

"Yes, but I'm only swearing allegiance to Edward, not to you, the Chief Centurion. The mercenary's words were still extremely aggressive: "But he gave the order a quarter of an hour ago, why do you want to go now?"

"I ...... I've just received an order!" Suddenly asked, Latinius was a little annoyed and snorted: "What about you, do you also say that you have just received an order?!"

"I was given orders early on, but I wasn't going to Marcherus. Shirrell's expression was complicated, but his voice was extremely resolute: "Silver Blood has been ordered to garrison the King's Harbour Fortress, to hold this place and attract the attention of the enemy as much as possible, to buy time and opportunity for your Lord Edward Witwood. ”

"Gain time, why?!" Liberinus suddenly roared excitedly: "Don't you know how dangerous this is?!Once the enemy discovers the fleet of King's Harbor, they will attack at all costs - no, absolutely not, I must ask Lord Witwood to withdraw this order, you are a very important fighting force, and you must not be lost here in vain!"

"The order has been given. Shirrell said lightly: "And this is what I requested." ”

"Why?!"

"Because the sailors of the royal fleet and the warships in the harbor will definitely not be able to stop the enemy's counterattack, and someone must stay, otherwise when the enemy takes King's Harbor back, the Banner Legion will be completely annihilated—you know this better than I do, Chief Centurion. There was a slight sarcasm in the mercenary's voice: "Isn't it what you Turinians often do to leave the mercenaries to die and let the knights take glory and victory?"

"This ...... This is not the same! this ......" Rebinus hesitated, and finally nodded tiredly and unbearably, and said with great difficulty: "You are right, this is the most correct way, and the only way." ”

"We have walls and towers, and it may not be us who dies first - pray for your own life, Chief Centurion. The mercenary slowly turned around: "Just do your own thing, we all have our own tasks, don't think too much." ”

Lerbinus could only nod silently, and walked in the direction of the gate of Port King's Port, his steps became heavier and heavier, the bell in his ears became clearer and clearer, and the hills of Marcherus in the distance seemed to be dyed with a dull red.

We all have our own tasks and missions, and my mission is to plant the Blood Cross in front of the gates of the palace with the brethren of the First Banner Regiment, with the Banner Legion—I want to live, and see for myself, the Hall of the Thrones, and see what the Glorious Cross is like.

Flag by flag arrived at the gates of King's Port, flag by flag regiment soldiers were gathering, the silent flag bearers raised their swallow-tailed flags in their hands, the centurions did not reprimand their soldiers anymore, but just stood there waiting, holding their shields and saying nothing.

They all knew what the task was next, but none of them said anything - as if Edward had ordered them to take them to attack the Red Horse Canyon before the harsh winter fell, and there was nothing to surprise them about.

Liberinus silently walked to the front of the line, and the flagmasters and centurions around him had already reserved empty seats for him. When the Chief Centurion stood on his feet and raised his head, he found Edward Witwood alone with his sword on his back, and all that could be seen was that the large cross on his body was no longer the original Blood Cross, but the Black Cross on a white background of the Knights of the Holy Tree.

Repinos only had a slight impression of this, knowing that Lord Witwood was originally a member of the Knights. Perhaps this identity means more than just a title to him, and perhaps there is more to it.

A smile tugged at the corner of the black-haired knight's lips, and the dark pupils reflected in the dark pupils were no longer the Malquerus hills, but the figure of another man—Edward understood when he discovered his absence during the battle for King's Port. Gaio Valence must be in the palace, there must be there.

Are you serving as Berion's bodyguard, or are you waiting for something, Gayor Valence? Whatever it is, I'm going to go over and put an end to it.

Turning around slowly, looking at the soldiers who were still waiting for his order, Edward, who had originally planned to be impassioned, suddenly couldn't help but smile: "I'm sure you're all familiar with me, right--Edward Witwood, your chief flag officer, your commander." In Handi I have fulfilled my promise, and I have given you victory. ”

"We've been through so much in the Red Horse Canyon, in the wasteland outside the fortress in the Green River Valley, in the Eagle's Nest Valley, in Hantu City, in the Twin Towers, even in the southeast corner, and even in the east where there are traps everywhere—you know what they say, they say it's a miracle that we survived. ”

The soldiers laughed, and so did Rebinus, but only heavily—the Twin Towers, the Eagle's Fall Mountain, the Red Horse Canyon, the eastern part of the Hamtu...... Too many times, they have experienced it too many times, even if they think about it now, they definitely don't feel any "glory of miracles", only a little heavy.

"But we all know that there is no miracle - because we are the miracle, whether it is the Red Horse Clan, or the Blue Wolf Clan, we have won, we have crossed the Red Horse Canyon where the ice and snow are dancing, it is not a miracle, the light of the Radiant Cross has not appeared in the sky at that moment, and our dead brethren have not become heroic spirits to help us. ”

"So, how about I go and perform another miracle today, let them see how the four thousand men broke through the layers of blockades and climbed to the top of the Makerus hill, and how they stood in front of the gate of the palace!" Edward raised the star in his hand, "Let them see, see your strength, see what is a real miracle!" (To be continued.) )