What is human.

It's been a long time since the concept was first conceived, and no one knows who or "what" it was named after.

By the time they reacted, people began to use this to refer to themselves and others who were close to them.

The concept of "human beings" can be subdivided into the concept of each "nation" formed by differences between external factors such as skin color, hair color, eye color, and face shape, as well as internal factors such as culture and language.

Human beings have complex religions, diverse cultures, and diverse languages.

Costumes, behavior, language, architecture, industry, commerce, calligraphy and painting, music, dance.

There is no doubt that the brilliance and splendor of human civilization ranks first among the five major races.

But this is the meaning of "human" in a big, broad, capitalized sense.

If you narrow down your field of vision and focus your eyes on the myriad busy little people who make up this big concept, what conclusions will you draw?

- Fragile.

- Changeable.

- Scheming.

- Fragile.

These words appear most frequently among other civilizations to describe human beings.

And if you ask an ordinary person about human beings, they will often give you a variety of strange answers, but they often also contain the word vulnerability.

The human body is fragile. Soft skin, not unusually developed muscles, ineffective internal organs—all it took was a stupid young man with a willful spirit and a sharp knife dagger that wasn't even very sharp to make a man who had just been alive five steps strewn dead on the street.

But if you throw the same statement at a combat professional, someone who should know everything about killing, you will surprisingly get the exact opposite answer.

"Trying to kill someone is sometimes not as simple as you think. ”

The human body is complex and sophisticated, and even a seasoned mercenary swordsman often can't kill with a single sword as depicted in it.

All real battles are almost always fought in a dynamic format that is constantly changing, with warriors inflicting damage on the enemy while defending themselves until one of them falls.

It's a feeling that can't be explained, and can only be understood by actually picking up a sword and joining a fight.

A young thug in the streets with a spat can kill a man with a sharp knife, but on the battlefield many warriors are still alive after being subjected to weapons far more terrible than daggers.

The healer may have given a rational and reliable account from the point where the wound hit and did not hurt the vital organs, but the warriors have their own understanding.

"Luck always favors the brave. ”

This is their simple and straightforward belief.

Like the indomitable spirit, it is a concept that only human beings possess and can understand.

"Hoa

Almost every soldier who assembled was covered in all kinds of dirt and blood.

Even the glamorous knightly officers, the huge feathers on their helmets that marked their status became dirty, drooping and even sticking to the surface of their helmets.

It's a hell on earth.

The foul smell of the undead, the muddy and viscous repulsive sewage seeping into their boots all the time, the hollow roars of the dead and the wails of the dying were enough for ordinary people to vomit their stomachs clean.

And they have been fighting here for hours.

For the umpteenth time, the soldiers tried to reassemble the array.

The few officers and knights risked their presence, waving their flags and swords and roaring at the living. And countless times, they have been scattered again by the undead scurrying in all directions.

After the larger ghouls deliberately began to kill knights and officers, even the number of voices became fewer.

And they are in the flesh and blood of this battlefield, composed of sludge and human flesh and bones, and the scene of "life" from that death can almost make all the soldiers who witness it lose the confidence to continue fighting.

Countless comrades-in-arms fell.

Then he returned as an enemy again.

Those who wanted to escape from here were culled, a quagmire from which there could be no escape, an abyss that devoured life.

Form a formation and assemble a united front, but like a small boat in the raging waves, they will soon be torn apart again.

Divided into small groups after groups, they continued to fight.

Fighting.

Slash, stab, block, backward, forward, sideways. The action has been repeated hundreds of times, and with the cold weather, many people have begun to lose their limbs and faces.

The only time they can rest is the brief gap in seconds when they are surrounded by their teammates, and they can even feel the passage of time.

But you can't be the only one who is resting, and your comrades-in-arms are just as tired.

I was so tired that I started to feel pain in my breath.

This fragile human body has reached its limit, and not only the muscles but also the bones are screaming. The internal organs were tangled and repeated, making people want to bend down and vomit and roll, their faces were so cold that they lost sensation, and even if they poked with their hands, they would not feel anything, and their joints were so sore that they seemed to break like dead branches if they moved again.

The end of the road, as anyone would describe it.

But they.

It still hasn't fallen.

Like a faint starlight, small but persistent and strong.

What is, human?

yes -

That's what humans are.

Humanity with hope and fearless courage to overcome everything, despite its humble and insignificance, is always able to surprise other races.

"Phew—"

The sound of breathing, dense, and numerous.

"Qiang Lang—"

Metallic sounds, armor and weapons emitted.

"Knock knock—"

No, it's not thunder, it's.

Ten thousand horses galloping.

"It's the cavalry——!"

"The cavalry has arrived!!"

Like lightning that exploded in an instant, all the surviving soldiers were ignited by this sentence.

"Ahh

Even if it's just for a moment.

He succeeded in repelling twice as many undead as himself.

"Riding a gun—"

And then they heard.

Even though the battlefield is so vast, even if it is filled with all kinds of noise and roar.

The voice.

But it seems to go straight to the heart.

All the people heard him.

Everyone heard the shouts of the man in silver armor and the blood-red cloak in the dim light of dusk.

"Lay ——! flat"

!!Like fireworks in the New Year, more than 2,000 hoplites of more than 2,000 men flew through the array of surviving infantry in an instant, and swept over the undead in front of them with a thunderous sound.

"Whew!!"

Heavily armed and weighing as heavy cavalry, it wields deadly lances that even giant ghouls can't resist.

They are thunder and lightning.

They are storms.

They are unstoppable.

"Hooray!! The infantry roared loudly, their tired bodies seemed to be infused with infinite vitality in an instant, and they roared and cut down the enemy in front of them, and the surviving officers and non-commissioned officers did not give up this opportunity and quickly re-raised the blood-stained Padrosi black flag.

"Long live the Empire!!"

"In the name of humanity!!"

"Go back to hell, hell of the undead!"

The morale of the instant explosion, the remnants of the infantry who were marching vigorously took advantage of this momentum and the space created by the cavalry to quickly regroup.

The undead may have many advantages.

They are difficult to kill, and they are more numerous.

But there are some things that only the living have.

"Drop your spear, draw your sword!" the sage's command was precise and just right, and the array of cavalry that had crushed the undead drew a perfect arc like a fountain rising into the air and finally falling to both sides.

They don't stop.

Just finished charging, turned his head and started again.

When the spear broke, he drew his sword, and when the sword was blunt, he grabbed a spear on the ground and continued to run.

Can't stop.

Speed is life.

"This way, this way, evacuate!" Minna's light cavalry brandished their flags as signposts in the direction of the town, and the powerful hoplites cut off a third of the entire central battlefield. The troops of the first contact had almost died, and the only remaining troops were the follow-up troops that Juliond had foolishly thrown into, and they were located just south of the town of Scotti.

The reason why the soldiers couldn't retreat was not only because the undead were scattered in their array, but also because of the dense army of the undead farther to the north.

Once they turn and leave, they will only be attacked from behind and annihilated.

This was the reason they would be locked in a stalemate for hours, and Henry's heavy cavalry went straight in, cutting off contact between the undead army and the infantry, and continued to use the impact of the heavy cavalry to hinder their attack by dividing into three groups of hundreds of cavalry.

It sounds simple, but it takes a lot of courage and action.

The cavalry of 2,000 people faced an even larger number of undead, and once they made a wrong move and lost the impact of their speed, they would immediately fall into the quagmire and be unable to break free, and finally be swallowed by the sea of undead.

"Quick! Retreat!" the scarred officers commanded with all their might.

The surviving troops were given clear instructions, and the remnants of the infantry, officers, and a handful of knights and mercenaries, totaling about two thousand men, began to withdraw towards Minna's side.

Many of them glanced back at the cavalry that had been cut off for them before leaving.

If Hurionde had been in command at this time, this would never have happened.

Putting a cavalry of the same size at risk to save the infantry is something that most noble commanders would never do.

Because cavalry is much more precious than infantry.

But Konstantin and Henry understood that so did the participants who were cavalrymen themselves and who had witnessed the battle.

The only ones who can rush up to save these people and retreat effectively are the cavalry with excellent mobility.

"I'll leave it to you!" Minna handed the flag to an officer, who had no time to recover from the impact of the dame foreigner's blond eyes, she turned and waved at the hussars behind her.

"It's our turn, go up and cover them!" Arvenella, armed with short spears and longbows, formed an array under the command of the Damesse, but before they could leave, many of the knights who had been on the battlefield also ran over.

"Please let us too!"

Most of the dozens of knights who survived were pitted in their armor, but they all felt their blood boil after seeing such an exciting scene.

"Hmm. Minna nodded, followed by a clear voice: "Flank outflanking, remember, don't fall in love, our goal is only to attract the enemy's attention and cover them." ”

"Up!"

"Knock knock knock—"

"Beep-" The loud flute echoed in the air, and Henry, who kept moving through the battlefield, noticed the arrival of Minna and the others because of this signal.

"Get ready, everyone!"

"All, throw spears!" The sixty or so cavalry that galloped forward struck the middle of the undead array from the flank like two arcs of parentheses, the light cavalry of Avenella threw their short spears and the remnants of the Padrosi knights killed with their swords.

"Withdraw!!" Henry and Minna shouted the word at about the same time, and the undead who had been lured by the flanks lost their grip on the front line, and the heavy cavalry quickly seized the opportunity to turn their horses around and begin to move in the direction of the small town of Scotty.

"We've succeeded—we've done—"

Taking advantage of the undead's ability to fight separately and attack the living, with careful queues and accurate timing, coupled with the control of morale, a series of things came naturally, and they achieved their goal, but despite this, they still paid the price of 10% casualties.

The joyful smiles of the knights beside Henry could be felt through their visors and the sound of the howling wind, but before the word "victory" could be heard.

Everybody, it's felt.

A shudder rose from the base of the back.

Thousands of undead were silent and stopped moving for a moment.

For a moment, the illusion was that even the wind and snow stopped.

"Come back—"

The female voice in the distance is gentle and beautiful, but if you see the effect of it, you will never want to know the owner of the voice.

After a bloody battle, they failed to win, and just to keep the remnants of the army and retreat to the town, they paid the price of two hundred excellent knights.

Such a terrifying opponent retreated in the direction of the Bao Forest like a tame puppy in the other party's short words.

"That's—" The knight who spoke earlier swallowed.

"Witch ......" The atmosphere of blood boiling was completely gone in the blink of an eye, and after meeting up with Minna and the knights, the cavalry team, which was already many fewer members than before the departure, silently caught up with the infantry who had evacuated earlier.

And when the last rays of light had dissipated, and a whole line of torches and bright bonfires lit up on the snowy walls, the last soldier had finally passed the inspection of the magicians and entered the town.

Despite the exhaustion of a full day, for many.

It's going to be a sleepless night.