At the same time, on the other side, on a high hill on the battlefield of the Romil Plains, Char and Alicia lay down an old man's music, quietly watching the battlefield in the distance.

In the middle of them, there is a table with a set of tea sets on the table, and the tea in the teapot is steaming, and the overflowing fragrance of tea is refreshing.

It was the smoke and dust from the galloping cavalry in the distance, and the smell of blood wafting with the breeze that affected the senses.

"This cavalry regiment is truly amazing." Char's eyes burned and he sighed, "It should be comparable to the Cossack cavalry."

On this plain, they were enough to block ten.

But alas."

Char's words paused, "The enemy is far more than ten times more than theirs. ”

Alicia looked at the battlefield in the distance with a little worry, and with the third wave of the Celtic cavalry, there were already many corpses under their feet.

There were enemies and their own, but the endless army of West France was like a downpour, and countless raindrops were densely scattered on the earth.

Little by little, the rain extinguished the cavalry, which was as red as a flame.

But it failed to cool the blood in the hearts of those cavalrymen.

"Victor's army, what are you going to do?" Alicia asked.

"Perhaps. I guess I'm going to wait for the end of this cavalry. Char muttered softly.

"One, not obeying his elite, is an obstacle to his future plans."

Alicia gritted her teeth and said, "Before the foreign invaders were driven out, he began to think about how to fight the civil war.

For his own selfishness, he went to trap these heroes who defended the country.

With this amount and pattern, he is not qualified to be an emperor at all! ”

"Isabel is already doing her best to mobilize the troops." Char picked up the teapot on one side and poured himself a cup of tea, then picked it up and took a sip.

"However, the movement of troops takes time, in a short time."

He looked at Wolf, who was fighting in the enemy's formation with his banner in the distance, and muttered softly.

"We can only wait for hope."

Wolfe's body was already red with blood at the moment, his eyes were red, and he didn't know if it was because of the boiling blood or the blood of others flying into his eyes.

His physical strength had reached its limit, and his breathing was a little heavy, but even so, he was still holding the flag.

He looked around, his former siblings falling one by one, their attacks getting weaker and weaker.

As their army weakened, the enemy's army also came like a tidal wave.

In the past few years since Wolf became the head of the Knights, he has experienced a lot of wars, large and small, but he has never felt so powerless.

But also as he said.

This battle is a battle that must be lost.

He turned his head and looked at the distant hill, they had tried many times, and that place was definitely the location of the leader of this army.

They want to defeat this army and hold the imperial capital.

This is the only chance.

He commanded his horses to quickly distance himself from the army, and the remaining cavalry regiments joined him.

Still, there were some dragoons tangling with those armies.

Looking at the army in the distance, Wolf licked his somewhat chapped lips, and the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield blew the flag on the flag gun in his hand flying.

The rest of his comrades-in-arms behind him were also more or less injured, and some even had their arms cut off, and they were still holding on after simply stopping the bleeding.

Their mental and physical strength have reached their limits.

All of them knew that this might be his last charge.

Wolf patted the horse that had followed him for many years.

"I'll leave you one last time, old man."

He took a few deep breaths, adjusting his body's functions and relieving the emotions stirring in his heart.

Then, he took a breath and roared.

"Knights!"

His eyes were instantly sharp, he raised the flag gun in his hand and aimed it at the mountain in the distance, roaring with a hideous face.

"Charge !!!"

"Appeal !!"

The horses roared again, and the cavalry mustered up their last spirit and launched a final charge towards the enemy.

This time the charge still has full momentum.

But the follow-up troops of West Farland had already arrived, and they even bombarded the cavalry array with artillery, although the speed of the horses was enough to avoid the artillery fire, but some of them were still hit, and they were directly bombarded with the horses into minced meat.

Soon, however, the cavalry once again rushed into the phalanx.

But alas, the cavalry guns in their hands had been discarded, the impact was limited, and after they formed a round bayonet formation, they were very restrained from the way their hussars played.

They were no longer able to break the enemy formation in one fell swoop as they had done in the previous charges.

But even so, they still tried their best, stepping on the corpses of their companions and running towards the distant hills!

But in fact, everyone present knew that the cavalry regiment at this moment wanted to break through the layers of defense lines and raid the enemy's command camp.

Unless they make a major mistake, it's absolutely impossible.

But as Wolf said before.

They express an attitude, a belief.

The purpose of their charge is no longer victory, but their dignity, their glory.

The wolves of the plains will die on the plains.

A knight on horseback will eventually die on horseback.

Suddenly, the enemy's stray bullet hit Wolf's horse, and he fell to the ground along with the fallen horse.

Wolf rolled on the ground several times, and the troops of West Farland around him immediately swarmed him.

Some of the Celtic cavalry near him roared in disarray.

"Captain!"

"Leave me alone!" Wolf roared in response, "Don't stop, charge!" This is the last chance! ”

With a flag gun in one hand and a saber in the other, he roared and rushed directly towards those soldiers, and he killed several West Francois soldiers who rushed up by virtue of his physical fitness and the length of his flag gun.

But then, due to exhaustion, he was stabbed in the shoulder by a West French soldier with a bayonet, and he staggered to the ground.

The blood stained his red clothes even more vividly, and his spirit was a little sluggish and trance-like.

Look at the enemies that are pouring up all around.

Wolf knew that his time had come.

However, from the moment he chose to become a soldier, it was already his lifelong wish to die on the battlefield.

Therefore, his mood at the moment is very peaceful.

He relaxed his body and slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

"Boom!"

This was accompanied by the sound of swords clashing.

The expected pain did not come, and he opened his eyes in confusion.

A sword lay in front of him, blocking all the bayonets.

The blade of the sword exudes a sharp cold glow, and a passage of words is engraved on the body of the sword.

"Whoever draws this sword is the Emperor of all Britannia."

Wolf's pupils dilated in that moment.

As a knight responsible for guarding the imperial capital, he naturally also knows the legend of the sword in the stone.

He even tried to pull it out not long ago.

Although it didn't succeed, the appearance of the sword in the stone was deeply engraved in his mind.

His gaze followed the blade of the sword, and the familiar ornamentation of gold and precious stones gradually came into view.

Then he saw the handsome young man with the sword.

Short fiery red hair, eyes as clear as the sky.

I saw that he gently raised his sword, and the soldiers of the West Farland were instantly bounced away by a huge force, and then, a sword flashed.

There was an extra blood wound on the necks of those people in an instant, and the blood gushed out and fell directly to the ground.

Then, after dealing with these enemies, Arthur looked at Wolf.

"Your name is Wolf, isn't it?

I've heard of you, Blade of the Empire, Red Wolf Wolf.

Although it is a very glorious thing to die on the battlefield.

But I think the empire still needs to exist. ”

The boy stretched out his hand to him, revealing a hearty, sincere smile, like the sun tearing through the clouds, dispelling the fog in his heart

(End of chapter)