After sending out the cavalry, Lepinus did not go on to save people like the brethren around him—it was just useless, and he knew better than anyone else that he could not survive in the face of such terrible forces of nature, unless he was lucky enough to be blessed by the Radiant Cross, or strong enough to be as strong as Lord Edward.

Holding back the grief in his heart, the chief centurion gave Edward's order in front of all the generals and standard-bearers, and looking at their surprised and angry expressions, he still gave the order extremely strongly-the whole army gathered, stopped rescuing the wounded, and immediately prepared for battle!

When he said this, he knew that he would be hated to death by everyone - he was ready to do this from the beginning, and to bear the hatred of the brethren on Lord Witwood's behalf was one of the things that a loyalist must do, and Lord Edward must always maintain a high and sacred position in the hearts of the soldiers, and there must always be someone to carry the black cauldron, and there must always be something that people like himself must do.

This battle must be won, or death!

Pick up the remnants, integrate the army, reorganize the front, reorganize the morale, and unite the remaining veterans...... Every task is progressing with great difficulty, but Repinus still grits his teeth and proceeds in the most brutal and direct way, and anyone who disobeys will have only one end - death!

The Lund warriors of Lord Edward's guard and the veterans of the First Banner Regiment took on the role of enforcers - they were the most loyal to Lord Edward, and they were more decisive in carrying out orders. In particular, the pirate mercenaries of the Lund Guard have no scruples, and they are not afraid of anyone retaliating against them.

As the chief centurion. Repinus, of course, knew that there would be no consequences for doing so - but he ran out of time. The enemy will attack anytime and anywhere. And now the entire left flank front is close to half-crippled, the Battle Banner Corps is in chaos, and the Iron Wall Corps has suffered more than half of the casualties, and the defensive front composed of such an army is simply like paper paste, and it will collapse at the touch of a button!

No matter how much the heralds and centurions roared and pleaded, the cold-faced Leipinus seemed to be a different person. Just repeat the order, and then have the law enforcement soldiers drag the disobedient person to a dirt slope that everyone can see, and then cut off the head.

They have no way out, no choice, they must win - this battle is not about the thousands of brothers of a battle banner legion, nor the tens of thousands of soldiers and knights of this eagle falling mountain, but the life and death of the entire vast land, hundreds of thousands of Turin people, and whether the Kingdom of Turin will lose such a large territory for the first time in three hundred years!

their lives. It's not theirs for a long time.

Every extra minute, every second. They will lose a time to regroup, and the enemy will have one more second chance to win - how could Lebinus, who is under great pressure, have any other scruples?!

All he could do was to do what he could to do Edward's order—to put the entire Left Wing Army in two quarters of an hour in order, and Liberdinus didn't think much about anything else.

The rest will be left to Master Witwood...... The Chief Centurion let out a long sigh and turned to look in the direction of the black-haired knight - if you think about it now, the reason why the Battle Banner Legion has been able to hold out until now is because of the presence of the Chief Flag Bearer, otherwise it would have been wiped out by the time of the Green River Valley, right?

Looking back, he saw Edward, dressed in a blood cross coat of arms, holding a sword, and confronting the knight who came to herald with a cold face.

“...... That's the case, Chief Adjutant Lord Green asked me to apologize to you, but this is his last order!" The knight with a ashamed expression endured his face, knelt on the ground and didn't even dare to look at the expression of the chief flag officer, and his right hand clenched his fist in his heart: "I'm really sorry, Lord Chief Flag Officer!"

Looking at his appearance, Edward was expressionless, and there was not even the slightest wave in his heart—even a faint urge to laugh.

By now, it seemed that only the left flank had suffered from the mudslide, while the right flank and the central front were almost intact - at this point even the little prince could see that the left flank, which had suffered heavy casualties, would definitely be the target of the enemy's concentrated attack.

After learning the news, Green Turn's decision was to let the left flank withstand the enemy's attack, and he led the remaining three legions to attack from the center, taking advantage of the opponent's full attention on Edward, to defeat the Blue Wolf Clan settlement in the canyon first!

To put it simply, the entire Left Legion had become an outcast and a consumable to delay the enemy's footsteps, and Greene Turn's even a rather obvious hint of retreating if the situation was not right - he did not expect Edward to be able to hold back the all-out attack of the main force of the Blue Wolf Clan with one and a half legions, not to mention that both legions had suffered considerable casualties not long ago.

In fact, if it were Edward himself, he would probably make the same choice when faced with this situation - of course, persimmons have to pick soft pinch, and the enemy's advantage is strength, so it is natural to concentrate on annihilating those war tribes first, and drag a small number of elites to fight again.

But the premise is that the person who uses this trick is himself...... Edward couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, no one would like to be an outcast, especially when the other party clearly told you that you would never win.

"You're going to tell Greene Turn, His Highness Anson, that Edward Witwood and the entire Left Wing Army will do the job. Edward waved his hand at him calmly, "We will hold out until the moment of victory." ”

"Yes!" the knight quickly stood up, turned on his horse, and said in a rather humble tone: "Don't worry, I will definitely tell Your Highness!"

"Wait!" Before the knight could leave, Edward, who had just turned around, suddenly shouted again, his dark eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and he pursed his lips tightly.

"You tell him we're going to win - if Asriel was on the left flank, I'd cut off his head with my own hands and stick it on the tip of the Flame Goshawk Banner, do you hear me?!"

Looking at Edward's slightly hideous expression, the knight quickly nodded violently, and ran away in some panic.

The wind was still raging. Shaking off the big sheath, the black-haired knight took a step, straightened his waist and walked in the direction of the legion—the legionnaires who saw the figure gathered one after another, with a little hope in their eyes, and closed their mouths for the moment when Edward spoke.

"I know what you're trying to ask me - there will be no reinforcements. Edward's almost calm smile and expression was extremely natural: "Until the Duke of Hantu City defeats the enemy's main force, we will not get a knight, a reinforcement of a hundred-man team." ”

"What?!"

"Not only that, but what we are about to face is likely to be the main force of the Blue Wolf Clan - Asriel is definitely in the middle of it, and we are going to face the core force of the Blue Wolf Clan, the enemy that Asriel trusts the most, and who almost took down the Eagle Fall Mountain that night. ”

Frankly, that battle was actually the defeat of the Banner Legion - if it weren't for the timing of Green Turn, and if it weren't for Asrael's fear of being surrounded, he wouldn't have even had a chance to turn the tables around.

Obviously, these soldiers knew better than Edward how terrible the battle had been—how much sacrifice and pain had endured, they knew better than Edward!

They also understood how terrible the enemy really was - with the same strength, it would be difficult for the Battle Banner Legion, which had lost its terrain advantage, to defeat the elite of the Blue Wolf Clan head-on, and even a crushing defeat would not be surprising.

"But what I'm telling you is, we're going to win. Suddenly, Edward raised his head and shouted, "We, we're not going to die here, we're going to win!" )