February 21, 1530 in the Padros Western calendar, was the last day of the New Year celebrations of the Eastern Empire.

As usual, people should have already begun to pack up the cardboard shells left over from the fireworks and firecrackers, and are about to say goodbye to this happy and relaxed day of the year, and get ready to return to their old daily lives.

But this year is different.

Shadows hung over the central and southern parts of the empire.

This is an imminent threat.

The country has not been under a similar threat for decades.

The country's strength is unparalleled in the world, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, and no country within the borders has the ability to match it. Padrosi's people are proud, and although the younger generation of soldiers is often criticized as a loose Beat Generation, this laid-back and surplus is a powerful testament to this.

Although it is shameful for a poor country to produce a strong army, the laziness and lack of business of the soldiers are also due to the lack of turmoil due to the strength of the country.

Across the East Coast, there was only sporadic resistance except for the difficult dwarves of the southern mountains. No human nation with a contiguous territory can match it.

Only this time they are facing neither the state nor the human race.

Shadows loomed over one-fifth of the empire, and a cold spell began to expand for the people of the Parniera region. Frost began to form on the edges of the buckets that people had placed outside, and the daisies, the proud national flower on balconies and in the corners of alleys, had begun to fade from the sun's brilliance.

Even ordinary civilians began to feel the ominous aura.

It's different.

It is very different from the cruel wars that exist on the other side of the ocean, in the deeds that merchants and mercenaries who come and go and start boasting about, and who have heard only a story.

It's really happening around them.

People suddenly had this real feeling.

The sudden cold winter and the purchase of large quantities of supplies by the lord of Parnila to the south made many merchants see business opportunities, and the prices of basic survival materials such as food, firewood, and warm clothing were rising day by day. Mercenaries and young men who want to get ahead line up on ships to take part in the event in an attempt to make a name for themselves as noble knights in the midst of the crisis.

They are not out of the question, this is not a war thousands of miles away, at least for the people of the central and southern regions. These details, which are so relevant to everyday life, make everyone feel that this crisis is happening on a real level.

People were very nervous, and the fear caused rumors to start flying all over the sky, and all kinds of lawbreakers also took this opportunity to start stealing chickens and dogs, so that even the last rest time of the city lord's mansion was completely disappeared.

And then.

The Golden Parade has also been postponed.

Something that had never happened before in history caused a part of the White Church to preach that this was an ominous sign and that Padrosi was about to destroy the country.

As a result, the whole country has produced chaos of varying degrees.

While everyone was still in a bloody battle in front of the small town of Scotti, there was chaos in the rear.

As prices rose and New Year's celebrations were cancelled, disgruntled people gathered in protest, and exhausted officials did not have the heart or energy to appease them, so they took drastic measures, which led to an armed conflict.

With the joint efforts of all kinds of people who fish in troubled waters and fear that the world will not be chaotic.

Parnira.

Plunged into chaos.

Unbeknownst to Henry, due to the presence of witches on land routes and the closure of harbors by water due to riots, Scotty has effectively been cut off from supplies and has become an isolated island.

Although the various supplies that had been brought in one after another were already abundant, considering that a large number of mercenaries and other follow-up troops and young men who wanted to get ahead arrived at the port further south and were rushing here, it would be a big problem if it turned into a situation of defending the city.

Ironic.

The reinforcements that were supposed to be the saviors were now unable to keep up with the supplies, and once they arrived, it would only make the situation worse.

But the issue will be put on the table, provided that they survive the moment.

The sky was starting to get dark.

Despite the speed with which Konstantin took over the army, the sky was not so bright by the time the group appeared—not only because of the wind and snow, but also because the battle had lasted for quite some time.

This is a calculation question as well as a multiple-choice question.

In about two quarters of an hour (30 minutes), the sky will become very dim, and the naked eye can only see clearly within a distance of more than 100 meters, and in another quarter of an hour, it will be so dark that it will be difficult to see the enemy clearly.

If all this number of troops were to be withdrawn to the interior of the town of Scotti, it would be necessary to start moving now, but if they did, it would be equivalent to those who were still alive and unable to get out of the middle battlefield, and the soldiers who had been exhausted and scarred after hours of fighting would be abandoned and left behind.

Julionde and some of the officers had already retreated for various reasons, and they understood that this was a hot potato, so they were naturally happy to see it happen if someone else took over.

They took their own personal guards with them, leaving behind the stalwart Imperial officers and regular army reserves.

And that's a good thing, because the last thing Konstantin needs is someone else who jumps out and goes against him right now.

He was thinking.

In all fairness, as our Sage has judged, Konstantin was not an emotional man. He accepted early on that there must be sacrifices to achieve certain goals, and he has survived along these lines ever since.

The notion that everyone should be saved and that everyone should survive is just wishful thinking on the part of naïve young people. Thinking about saving everyone will only end up with the lives of those who would not have been sacrificed.

It is said that it is cold-blooded and cruel, but this kind of consciousness goes hand in hand with the honor of the general.

So the man was weighing whether or not to rescue the soldiers, not out of compassion or a sense of responsibility. He was just calculating the comparison of the strength of the enemy and the enemy, calculating whether it would become a bigger problem if he abandoned these people and waited for them to transform into undead.

The answer, of course, is yes.

But if you want to send troops to the rescue, the risk is too great.

With less than an hour of daylight left, everyone sent out by the poor terrain would fall prey to the undead.

In fact, the same was true of what Julionde had done before, and they would retreat inside during the day and at night, using the walls of Scotti to guard it. On the one hand, the reason why the city wall was not used well in the first place was because the sappers were still working hard to strengthen it, and many of the defensive weapons used now were not perfect. On the other hand, it is.

From.

The arrogance of the Padrossi.

"It must be the top elite, and there must be a good enough person to lead, good enough, to be able to make correct and decisive judgments in a tight time, to avoid the annihilation of the team, and to achieve the goal. ”

"It's hard to climb. Constantine quoted a Lamangu proverb again, and then whispered.

"I'm glad I happened to know such a person. ”

"Someone, herald. The chief knight turned around and waved his hand.

"Convocation. ”

He said.

"All cavalry. ”

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"No one can hate the feeling of a horse galloping. He said

"Although at the beginner stage, many people have their thighs and calves worn out of the skin as a result of horseback riding, and even walk in an extremely comical posture for a while. "Hahahaha-" The people laughed, but then fell silent again, listening to the man.

"But when you get really familiar with riding, gallop freely on horseback. ”

"You're going to love it. ”

"The heart is free. ”

"Riding on a horse, holding the reins, it's like you can go anywhere. ”

"This is a free traveler, walking under the blue sky with his own horses in the peaceful countryside. ”

"But if it is changed to the battlefield in a time of war, will this freedom be reduced by half a point?"

"No, I don't think so. ”

"When the infantry is pinned down by the enemy's infantry, when the troops on both sides are in a stalemate and cannot be extricated, when the situation is in a situation of exhausting attrition, when you are in this mud and blood, but you are powerless to get out. ”

"Everyone wants to hear the hoarse shouts of their own soldiers. ”

"Except for 'victory'. ”

"That's all. ”

He spat out the word softly, and everyone held their breath.

"The cavalry is here!"

The wind and snow were shaking, but everyone in this army stood majestically, fearless of the wind and snow, just silently listening to the speech of the man in front of them.

Silent, but passionate.

"Horses are free. Knights riding on horses, heavily armoured and armed with spears, were also free. ”

"Because they are indomitable, because they are strong enough to bring down anyone who dares to stand in their way with a charge. ”

Therefore, the charge of the heavy cavalry is almost the most beautiful picture in the world of the art called war invented by mankind. ”

"It's like the rush of the drumbeat at the climax of the song, it's like a flash of thunder in the pouring rain – just a moment, just a moment, it's enough to steal all your attention. ”

"You forget your breath, you forget anything you have to do, you just widen your eyes and purse your lips tightly, not wanting to miss even the slightest detail. ”

The word knight, though tainted by the atrocities of those who bear it, sings its praise, and countless young people continue to honor it. ”

"It is precisely because no matter how dirty the reality is, this kind of military that accompanies the galloping war horse and represents the indomitable spirit. ”

"It's the most human-like class. ”

"There is no powerful magic of the elves. ”

"There is no dwarven engineering. ”

"Without all the whims of the gnomes. ”

"I don't have the strong physique of the orcs. ”

"Yes, it's just a never-ending enterprising spirit. ”

Looking at the army that was waiting for him, looking at the man's speech, Konstantin's face was steady, as if he had no expression.

It was a dangerous mission, he knew it, and a dangerous mission required the most elite fighters.

His warriors.

The charging heavy cavalry resembles a spear, and although it is powerful, it will rout if the tip of the spear breaks.

So what he is the tip of the spear is the hard work of his own operation for many years, his own independent knight order.

What an irony - the Knight Chief thought to himself, and looked at the group of Avenella's light cavalry led by Minna on the flanks of the Order.

This cavalry corps was tasked with covering the heavy cavalry, and despite their sparse numbers, they did have decent combat capabilities.

But what he didn't expect was that the opponents he had fought in the past would now become teammates, and they didn't seem to know anything about it.

"Is this such a thing as fate—"

He ruffled his hair, then pulled a gray-blue badge from his bosom and looked ahead, at the front of the team.

Henry's back.

The man was wearing his spare armor, and because it was a spare armor, it was not made of the alchemy black color of the knight's chief, but directly used the steel color of silver. Heavily armed, he looked more suitable than himself.

"That's right, rightfully so. Konstantin smiled suddenly.

"Chief—sir—" The curtain was lifted on the side, and a panting attendant ran out with something in his arms.

"Bring it to me—" Konstantin took it and walked forward.

"So, charge. ”

Henry said word for word.

Although most people don't know who he is, they only know that this person fell from the sky and then became the leader.

But they could all feel something boiling in their veins.

Konstantin crossed over where Mira and Orno were standing and walked towards Henry.

"Replace the black one. ”

"It's just burgundy, but it's not easy for me to find this at this juncture. ”

He handed it to the sage.

It was a cape.

Something flashes through the minds of some people, they realize something, and then suddenly they feel like they can't help themselves.

"You're really insidious. Henry whispered, but took it anyway.

"Whew—" He flicked his cloak, and a ray of the setting sun pierced through the thick clouds and hit the front of the group as if by feeling, making the cloak behind the sage as red as blood and as bright as flames.

"I'll wait. Henry said word for word, his voice low but loud.

"Knight!!" responded to him with the roar of the manly men.

"A good answer—" A smile tugged at the sage's lips, a feeling of long-awaited and nostalgic.

He turned, his armor glistening silver under the fiery pillar of the sunset.

"All. ”

"Hold the gun!"

"Click, click, click—" A whole line of mounted guns was taken from the hands of the attendants.

"So-"

"In the name of humanity. ”

"Knight. ”

Everyone was ready to go.

Before covering the armor, Henry said.

"Charge. ”

"Knock knock knock—"

As he said, it was like thunder.