The midsummer sun rises in the east, and there is still some unmelted snow between the peaks of the Iron Cliffs, and the howling cold wind sweeps the dense clouds in the sky, and even the best falcons cannot leap over this ancient natural danger, and there is not even a trace of life on the towering peaks.

This is the Iron Cliff Mountain, a land isolated from civilization, the "Blood Cliff" of the Han Land, which has divided the entire Han Land into east and west for hundreds of years, and is now the "national border" between the Blue Wolf Clan and the Kingdom of Turin - even if you don't want to admit it, this powerful clan has integrated all the eastern war tribes in the past ten years, and the great chief of the Blue Wolf Clan is qualified enough to call himself the "King of the Han Land".

And between the narrow mountain paths, the battle banner regiment holding the banner of the blood cross is marching with difficulty - although the road has long been discovered, it is still difficult for the army to pass through here for thousands of people and carrying a large number of baggage, and the livestock is constantly killed and missing, and the heavy baggage carts can only be dragged and pushed by the soldiers.

And the soldiers are constantly having accidents - infected with cold or inexplicably injured, almost every kilometer forward, the number of wounded soldiers is increasing, not only the Battle Banner Legion, but also the pirates of the Lund Guard and the mercenaries of Silver Blood, if it is not for the abundance of supplies, I am afraid that this number will increase at a rate of double.

As the blade-like winds swept through the canyons and swept the dark clouds across the sky, the soldiers gritted their teeth and curled up, desperately stepping forward, clutching the armor and belts of the brethren in front of them so as not to fall behind, and for the cavalrymen, they had to protect their mounts. Even Edward himself was no exception.

Although every effort has been made to avoid it. But at the end of this canyon. The entire Battle Banner Regiment still paid nearly 200 casualties, most of them were recruits and newly promoted auxiliaries, and the First and Second Banner Regiments, which gathered the core strength of the entire Legion, almost completely walked out, without any casualties.

It didn't take long for the legion's outpost cavalry to encounter the patrol of the Lords of Hantu City, and they were met by Salald, the standard-bearer of the Knights of the Sacred Tree.

"Greetings to you, Lord Edward Wittwood!" Salald, who was still holding a black tree flag on a white background, spotted the black-haired knight almost at a glance, and stepped forward with great respect. There was even some unexpected joy: "Aren't you in the Twin Towers Fortress, how did you come back here?"

"It's a long story, let's wait until we get to the barracks. Edward smiled and shook his head, vaguely sensing that something was not quite right in Salald's expression: "Something's wrong?"

"Indeed, but ...... Let Master Greene Turnter tell you. Salalde, who was still very surprised just now, looked a little lonely: "Anyway, it won't be long before you will know." ”

"In short, please believe that not only the Knights of the Sacred Tree, but everyone in Hantu City will be very happy when they hear the news of your arrival—you have arrived at a good time!" Salald's expression was quite tangled, but he still forced a smile: "Whether it's for the Duke. Or everyone else is the same - when you hear about the victory of the Twin Towers, everyone is praying to the Radiant Cross for you. ”

"Then thank you for still being so concerned. "Although I can understand that something must have happened. Still smiling, Edward nodded, "Lead the way—we'll head to His Highness Anson's garrison today." ”

Of course, it was impossible for Salad to refuse - when the Battle Banner Legion arrived outside the gate of the barracks, and before all the follow-up teams arrived, there was immediately an order from the royal knight with the little prince, telling the chief flag officer to go to the Chinese army's big tent immediately, without a moment's delay.

After handing over the legion arrangements to Little Goodwin and Lebinus, Edward rode into the barracks alone - even if he just looked casually, the strange and gloomy atmosphere in the entire barracks could still be felt very clearly, and even on the face of the royal knight who led the way, the black-haired knight could see a little fear, and the atmosphere was like a terrible plague, enveloping the entire barracks, making people breathless.

"The Feather Legion has been annihilated?!"

Opened the door of the military tent, and only Green Turn, who was sitting alone in front of the map table in the empty tent, sighed for a long time, and then raised his head with a wry smile and glanced at Edward, who was full of surprise: "Yes, the entire legion has been annihilated, and there are not even those who survived, let alone prisoners and deserters." ”

"What the hell is going on?" Edward asked calmly, "Is it an ambush?"

"No, it was annihilated head-on - otherwise it wouldn't be the way it is. Green didn't want to say more, but smiled bitterly: "Anyway, you came in time, we really need a new force to make up for the losses of the Feather Legion, and only four legions can't stop the Blue Wolf Clan." ”

"Of course, on top of that, we also need the previous combat experience of the Banner Legion - the whole barracks is now full of ridiculous nonsense, saying that those barbarians are nine feet tall, and their blood wolves can bite off the neck of a war horse in one bite!" Speaking of this, Green's face was full of cynicism, "If that's the case, we might as well run for our lives." ”

In fact, this statement is not entirely false. Seeing Green's look of complete disbelief, Edward was still going to remind him: "We were ambushed by the Blue Wolf Clan on the way here, and they do have a considerable number of blood wolf cavalry - and these barbarians on monsters have an almost overwhelming advantage if they engage our cavalry in a rough position!"

"Blood wolves are a lot more troublesome than trolls, and when they reach a certain level of numbers, it will be very difficult to stop these monsters, and we must try to avoid allowing them to fight our army head-on. ”

"I'll take notice. Hearing Edward say this, Green Turn's expression became serious: "Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

"Nothing...... Or rather, this so-called blue wolf clan can't help but pay more attention. Edward shook his head: "Why did the Feather Legion suddenly attack...... If I'm not mistaken, isn't your plan to set up a defense in the southeast corner?"

"Because I gave that order. ”

The sudden voice made the two people turn their heads at the same time, and the little prince Anson, whose eyes were filled with blood, was standing outside the gate of the tent, his cold expression was like falling into an ice cave, his hands were still clenched tightly into his fists, and he said those words fiercely from between his teeth: "I killed them, killed a whole legion!"

"Your Highness Anson, you need not blame yourself, not even His Majesty Horace has not made mistakes—anyone can have problems in the judgment of the moment. Seeing the little prince's expression full of self-reproach, Green hurriedly opened his mouth and comforted: "As long as we can avenge them, we will definitely destroy the blue wolf clan, I swear to you!"

"Even if we take revenge, the dead will not be visible - I will not deny my mistake because I am too anxious, too anxious for quick success. The little prince stiffened his head, but still turned his gaze to the side: "I should have listened to your advice." ”

"His Royal Highness Anson...... "Although it is equally uncomfortable, seeing the appearance of the little prince still makes Greene Turn's heart a little unbearable.

"Edward, you're back—go gather all the legion commanders and get them all to come to the meeting. Anson paused, his fists clenched harder, "Tell them it's now!"

"We have to make a choice - whether to retreat to the southeastern corner, or continue the decisive battle with the Blue Wolf Clan in the Iron Cliff Mountain. Anson's voice was painful, and what the little prince was doing now was tantamount to a slap in the face: "I have been wrong once, so I must not be wrong a second time!" )