This is a squire named Pierre Goodwin, written on the twentieth day of the Battle of the Eagle's Fall Mountain.

From the day I arrived at Eagle Down, my master, Edward Witwood, said that this war would determine peace and war in the land for the next hundred years. To be honest, although I have always believed in Lord Edward's words, I don't really have such a concept at all, and I don't believe that one war can decide so many things.

That's why I was shocked beyond comprehension when the facts came before me—in Fort Clarion I had experienced the most terrible and dangerous siege, with a castle of 300 men besieged by a mercenary army of thousands, in the Red Horse Canyon, I watched the lone warriors climb the steep snowy mountains with Lord Edward Witwood, and at the Twin Towers, 50,000 men launched a series of uninterrupted onslaughts, and corpses could even drown the walls!

I have followed Lord Edward Witwood through too many moments of life and death, watching this once only a squire of the Knight of the Sacred Tree cut through the thorns and thorns, using that humble knight's sword to open up victory after miracle, and again and again to make enemies many times his size hate...... Having been on the verge of death so much, I naively thought that there would be no more terrible enemy in this world.

But I was wrong, and I was very wrong—like a man who lives near a lake, to imagine how wide the sea really is, so superficial and naïve that it makes even the real sailors pity me, rather than think me ridiculous.

When the army of the Blue Wolf Clan launched an attack on the Eagle Fall Mountain, even in the tent at the summit of the Eagle Fall Mountain. I also feel like the heavens and the earth are falling. It was as if the whole world was about to collapse. Frightened, he picked up the statue of the glorious cross, knelt on the ground, and prayed incessantly.

Have you ever heard the cries and roars of the heavens and the earth, have you ever seen the whole world roaring—I saw it, and I saw it with my own eyes, a picture that would make even the bravest warriors shudder!

But none of our warriors, the warriors of the Legion of Colony of Hantu, fled, not one flinched - when the enemy launched the first attack, the chief lieutenant, Lord Greene Turn, led the Guards and the Iron Wall, under the cover of ballistas and trebuchets. launched a fierce attack on the army of the Blue Wolf Clan that crossed the old river, and there was a sound of fighting throughout the day and night, the soldiers on the front line were constantly replaced, and the soldiers on the rear line continued to go up.

In just one day, a thousand of the most common broadswords were scrapped, and several times as many weapons were sent to the rear armory to be polished by the squires and auxiliaries - the two auxiliaries who operated the ballistas were killed by the exhaustion of the gun carriage, and it is said that they were still foaming at the mouth when they died, and their arms were like puddles of rotten flesh.

The battle had been raging for a week, and the enemy had been attacking again and again—and I had seen four trolls supporting the dome like iron pillars during my time at the Twin Towers. But this time. I saw at least ten, a full ten. Charge at the screaming infantry phalanx like a devil's chariot!

On that day, no less than a thousand legionnaires and knights were killed in battle on the old river, all of them the most elite veterans of each legion, and for the first time, I saw the chief lieutenant Lord Greene Turn, cry, what kind of tears of grief made him endure and not cry!

In the barracks in the midst of the sighs, I tentatively asked how long the enemy would continue with such a fierce attack by Lord Edward, but he shook his head and looked at me helplessly - this is just the great chief of the blue wolf named Asriel, testing the defensive deployment of the Hantu City Legion, far from the moment of the final battle.

I was stunned, I couldn't believe and refused to believe that this was actually true - such a tragic battle, such a fierce attack, such a fierce attack, such a dark battle, was still just a test?!

But when I tried to ask again, Lord Edward's face showed the look of a sailor looking at the man who lived by the lake, and I said no more.

However, the Lord still kindly told me the reason - although the enemy's attack was fierce, in fact, so far Asriel had sent out the troops of the war tribes under his command, like the elite of the Blue Wolf Clan that we encountered on the first night, and as for those trolls, although they were strong, they were far from a threat compared to the hordes of blood wolf cavalry.

As for the enemy, despite his fierce momentum, in fact, the number of troops actually invested at each time never exceeded 20,000 men - in front of the hoplite phalanx of the Hantu City Legion, these forces were not even enough to tear our forward front!

And this situation is not because the enemy really obeys the spirit of fairness or honor in that way, but because the terrain of the canyon cannot completely spread their forces, and they are forced to helpless - up to this point, I guess I can understand why Lord Edward has always emphasized that as long as we take Eaglefall Mountain, we will seize the opportunity for victory, because as long as it is here, the enemy will never be able to fully deploy their forces and surround the army of Hantu City with several times our strength.

On the contrary, the flat terrain gave the knights and hoplites the best place to play, and the narrow sides made it impossible for the enemy to attack our rear lines - and it is well known that in three hundred years there had never been a legion capable of crushing the Turin army under the flaming goshawk head-on!

The tug-of-war may be very difficult, or it may drag on for a longer time, enduring the pain of torment. But the enemy will only suffer more and suffer more than we do, until their blood runs dry, and they will not be able to break out of this wide and narrow iron mountain.

When I asked when the final battle would be, there was an inexplicable smile on his face, as if he were mocking—but not at me, but at our enemies.

"We must not give Asrael a chance to launch a general attack!" strode into the barracks, the little prince, who was still stained with blood and dust, looked at the generals with high spirits: "This battle will continue-there is no fool in this world who will let the enemy get his wish, they must want to fight us now, so I will never let him get the slightest chance!"

"But...... Lord Duke. The commander of the Ironwall Legion, an old man with a sad face, said in a stumbling voice: "During this time, the casualties of the Legion are very serious, and the morale has slipped very quickly—everyone wants to know why we always give the enemy a chance to flee back, instead of annihilating them in one fell swoop?"

"Who wants to know?" Anson glared at him.

"Yes...... Ordinary soldiers. The old knight who was evasive didn't dare to raise his head at all: "There are also some generals of the legions......"

"If anyone wants to know the strategic deployment of me and the lieutenant general and the flag officer, then let him come over and I will tell him personally. Anson snorted coldly, his expression quite sarcastic: "But if he is just full of complaints, or is timid and afraid to fight the enemy, I will let him understand the anger of the flaming goshawk!"

"So...... Your Excellency the Legion, please tell me if it is your soldiers of the Iron Wall Legion...... Don't even have the courage to go to war?"

"W-what? absolutely not!" said the old sir, who hastened to deny it—of course it is impossible to admit such a thing: "We will always be your bravest and most loyal warriors, ready to die for the glory of the flaming goshawk!"

"I hope so. The corners of the little prince's mouth raised, and with a flick of his cloak he turned and walked out, and just as he was about to step out of the tent, he smiled at Edward, who was standing in the innermost part.

"Very good speech, His Highness Anson. Edward muttered to himself inwardly, glancing over at the restless old knight who was still looking left and right, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked. (To be continued.) )