The terrain of the Crimson Keep is plains.

There isn't much mountainous terrain in the vicinity except for a few hills, and this endless flatness once shaped the most prosperous part of Transnesia, but a series of disasters have made it more and more detrimental.

But on the flip side, there are also advantages to fighting in a land that has been ravaged repeatedly, which means that the warring sides don't have to think about it anymore and just fight to their heart's content.

The serenade barrier of the Scarlet Keep in the distance is recovering, and under the light of the purple light of the Astral Creation overhead, you can see that the scarlet barrier has gathered to two-thirds, enveloping most of the ruins of the entire city, so that the turbidity current formed by the gnoll vanguard can no longer easily cross the place guarded by the loyal and brave.

However, the remaining one-third to the west is still scorched, and the chaotic and rampaging tide of gnolls is attacking their last hope of breaking the city.

Once the Serenade enchantments are closed again, they will be forever lost in their place.

But it's like a tide crashing against a reef.

No matter how crazy they are, they can never take a single step forward, the width of the battlefield is so large, and the numerical advantage of the gnolls cannot be brought into play when the Serenade barrier gradually closes.

"The vampires have won."

The vulture knight Valander put down his binoculars, and the vulgar but brave knight looked at the battlefield in the distance with some displeasure, and complained to his companions who were ready to go:

"We're still late, we wanted to do a favor to that cunning Murphy, but now they can still hold on to their ruined city without us."

"Think about the good, sir."

Beside Valand, a hussar captain as tall and muscular as he was, grinned:

"This proves that the Blood Vulture Clan is still strong despite the heavy losses, and hasn't the Count decided to form an alliance with them? Who would find a bunch of cowards and weaklings for such an alliance?

In the event of a black plague, the stronger they are, the better it will be for us, just as two weak wolves can merge and dominate the forest again. ”

"With the ghost of Transancia, what's there to be thankful about being the wolf king here?"

On the other side of the Valand Knight, his wife, who was only half a head shorter than Valland, and the "giant" like Lady Sunny braided her hair, fastened her winged helmet to her head, and held in her hand the fierce long-handled war knife used for horse warfare.

She said disdainfully:

"Whether it's them or us, we're all lone wolves licking our wounds now, and the first step to rebuilding the pack is to fight again when both sides are weak to elect the wolf king.

They're stronger than we are, and you think it's a good thing, stupid man. ”

The disdain from the hussar brain was very embarrassing to the knights around him.

Well, as a hybrid descendant of mountain people and barbarians, the Sico hussars inherited the prowess and strength of both sides, but wisdom never seemed to belong to them, and they didn't feel they needed it.

It's like the brain!

It's not that they don't have it, but they are too lazy to use it, so they maintain a new high quality, which is extremely smooth enough to ensure that any knowledge can smoothly slide out of the surface of the brain without leaving a trace of wisdom.

"Get on the horse! Get ready to charge! ”

The embarrassed vulture knight can't get angry with his wife, not only because she is still pregnant with their first child, but also because he is a good man who respects his wife.

Well, of course, it has a little to do with the fact that he will probably not be able to beat him if he really makes a move.

Lady Sunny is the genius of the Sico Hussars.

Her martial arts and riding skills were personally taught by the previous Earl of Sico and commander of the cavalry, and as a priestess of the mountain forest, Lady Sunny was able to use some of the ancient natural psionic skills, making her one of the best remaining hussars.

However, a wise woman would never embarrass her man in front of outsiders, so Lady Sunny quickly rolled over and pulled down her helmet mask to cover her face.

The Valand knight patted his horse "Cold Wind".

He rolled over and rode on the stirrup, and took his own riding spear from his knight's apprentice, because of its exaggerated height of 2.5 meters, resulting in Valander's riding spear being three meters long, but still holding it in his hand like a wooden stick.

The standard hussars did not only have a cavalry rifle for charging, they would have a long slashing knife on their back, two armor-piercing hammers in their pockets, and after the previous hussar commander reformed, the armor-piercing crossbow that had been used as a long-range was replaced by a more practical short-barreled bombardment rifle.

When performing special missions, such as the self-defeating tactic of attacking 20,000 gnolls with 500 knights tonight, they will also place some alchemy bombs in their horse pockets for lethal damage and retreat cover in the event of a reunion.

So many weapons have to be carried by the war horse under the crotch, and the war horse itself is also heavily armored, which is enough to prove that the war horse of these hussars only looks like horses

They are almost entirely something else on the inside.

In the ancient legends of the mountain people, the origin of these war horses, known as "Shadowmane", is said to have come from the elves of the Castile Peninsula, and in those legends whose authenticity is doubtful, these horses were domesticated by the elven druids in a special way for the elven rangers to ride.

Their fall into the hands of the mountain people is just a beautiful encounter.

But this did not prevent hundreds of years later, because of the existence of the Shadowmane War Horse, which was extremely strong in endurance and load-bearing, it gave birth to the terrifying class of Sico Hussars.

"Slow on! Charge ready! ”

The Valand knight gave the order in a loud voice.

He urged his majestic companion under his crotch to let it stroll forward, and the other knights also stripped off their disguise in the night, and slowly accelerated forward with the commander in a row.

The hussars' silver-gray plate armor reflected a strange light in the purple light of the creation of the astral plane, like a dull cloak over them.

They followed the advance of the large group in great silence, and the 500 hoplites advanced at their own pace under the guidance of 20 captains in front of them.

They had to line up before the wall charge was fully activated, and their horses needed a little time to "warm up", going from jogging to sprinting and then into the three-stage acceleration of the all-out assault through nearly a kilometre of road.

This is also the only drawback of the Shadowmane Warhorse.

Their weight makes it difficult for them to activate as instantly as the witch hunter's ponies, and it takes a little time for them to actually charge, but be assured that once they're fully charged, there's very little left on the continent that can hold them back.

For at least the last three hundred years, the hussars have proudly maintained a complete victory in the "collision test" with countless enemies of the Sico hussars.

Of course, this was limited to face-to-face warrior charges and fights, and that was another terrible story that happened two years ago when the Pioneer Corps feared their onslaught and used the pathetic psionic plague like cowards to steal the victory from these brave heavy cavalry.

Even though two years have passed, every time I think of the rout of the hussars who claimed to "never retreat" on the day of the fall of Sico, the Valand knights who were the arrows of the charge still feel a wave of shame.

He knew that the memory of that shame would stay with him for the rest of his life, and he could be sure that it would also work in the hearts of all his brothers and sisters who followed him at this time.

That was the first time they had escaped from the battlefield before the battle was over!

Even if it was the last order of the old earl.

Between battle and duty, they chose duty, but at the same time they became the cowards they once despised the most.

After losing their cities and retreating into the mountains and forests, they still fought against the invaders on their own land for two years, and in addition to their unwillingness to give up their homeland, I am afraid that there is also that element of shame in effect.

Everyone was silent about that day, as if it had become a taboo for the last hussars.

The same goes for Valland himself and his wise and powerful wife.

But there is no escaping those things!

Especially when they face the duty of war again, which they must shoulder, the torture from the past is undoubtedly a painful pressure.

If you don't adjust properly, this stress can turn into anxiety and eventually resistance and fear.

And the best way to face fear is:

"Knights! Raise your heads! ”

The vulture knight's deep voice rang out in the acceleration of his horse in the darkness of the night, and with the vibration of the iron hooves trampling the ground, he roared:

"Since the formation of the army, the hussars have never had a precedent for charging with their heads bowed, not only to let us see the enemy in front of us, but also to let our enemies see us.

The trembling of the ground heralded our arrival, and the sweep of the rifles heralded their departure.

It's our tradition!

Lift up your heads, look at them, look at our enemies! ”

This is not enough.

Varand knew that it was not enough to use this as a pre-war declaration, but he had only been a charge commander before, and the pre-war declaration was carried out by Count Sico.

And their current count

Alas, maybe this step is enough?

He thought so.

But the next moment, in the second wing behind him on the left-hand side, a voice that had startled Varand so far as to almost fall off the saddle of the cold wind followed his words in the darkness of the night.

It was a woman's voice

No, that's a girl's voice!

Clear, soft, even with a hint of immaturity.

"Knights!

I know that you are all dwelling on past failures and seeing them as shame to run away without a fight, and I know that each of you tosses and turns every night of life because of that shame.

It was the first time that the hussars had turned their backs on the enemy on the battlefield, and it was also the first time that the Siko territory that you had guarded was powerless to fight back under the trampling of the enemy.

That was our first failure!

That bitter feeling is always fresh in people's minds. ”

The girl's voice wasn't supposed to be loud enough to be heard in the darkness of the night by all the cavalry who had completed the formation, but the psionic skill from Lady Sunny allowed the child's voice to even overpower the cacophony of horses' hooves that gradually accelerated.

This scene is very similar to the declaration of war when the cavalry accelerated and converged into an indestructible torrent of steel every time the old Earl Sico led them on the battlefield, like a gold-burning catalyst added to the steam furnace, making the originally ordinary steam become furious.

The Valand knight turned his head to look.

He saw the small figure in his arms, on the saddle of his wife's warhorse, Glacier, who was also wearing the same armor as the hussars.

Trumpet, of course.

Her helmet is topped with black and white tassels, which represent her identity.

The current Earl of Sico.

The youngest daughter of the old earl, the last heir of the Sikomel family.

She shouldn't be here!

Not to be part of this dangerous charge, this is not a dreadnought phalanx of 5,000 knights, who now have only 500 men, 200 of whom are disabled.

No vanguards, no defenders, and no flanks!

They were just carrying out a "wrong case" that should never have been in the hussar discipline.

"Listen! Knights! I am your Count and your Commander! Just as a brilliant cavalryman would never give up his horse, the Sikomel family never had a count too cowardly to charge on the battlefield.

I know I shouldn't be here!

But here I came anyway.

It would have caused me to be rebuked by the Valand knights after the battle, and I might even have cried for it, but I came anyway because I knew it was my duty.

Just as you know that it is your duty to speed up the defeat of the enemy in front of you and help our allies win the battle!

Knights!

Our dignity and our glorious traditions have been shattered and trampled by our enemies, and our past has been cut off by that defeat, leaving us with only a life to live on with the past.

We failed.

We admit it.

The mixed blood of mountain people and barbarians is not even afraid of death, let alone admitting that they were once shameful losers.

But that's why we're here!

Like our ancient ancestors, we will face the enemies of civilization in another black plague, just like the story of an ancient legend, and we will charge against the terrifying Kuroshio.

We will win the battle!

We need to pick up our lost dignity and traditions with our own hands, and reforge the legend of the invincibility of the hussars!

Let's start tonight!

Start now! ”

The voice of the young Count Sico stopped, and by this time the wall charge of the knights' phalanx had fully taken shape.

Five hundred heavy cavalry, under the leadership of the vulture knight Valander, had entered the accumulation of kinetic energy of the second acceleration, and the terrifying vibration formed by their armored horses stepping on the earth could no longer be covered by the night, and even the stupidest gnolls could already feel the ground trembling under their feet.

The earth is groaning!

It was as if even it could not withstand the anger of the charging heavy cavalry and the weapons they had raised and the humiliation that had ignited in their hearts.

Valand had already seen the flank of the Gnoll vanguard army that was storming the Crimson Keep in front of him, and he was only less than a kilometer away.

And the cold wind is howling.

It seems that even it can't wait to experience the joy of trampling and destroying again, to get back what it has lost.

"Spread your wings!"

The Vulture Knight could feel a fire burning in his heart, and he roared and gave the final order.

All the cavalry activated the psionic spells on their armor at the same time, and the wings that stood behind the armor as ornaments spread out like real wings.

The psionic spell was activated, and the natural psionic energy was transformed into a wind-like propulsion with a roar, pushing the knight and their horses into three accelerated charges in an instant.

Make them faster and make the kinetic energy they will exert when they collide more terrifying.

It's like a warhammer that has been swung in the air, desperate to land on a damn skull.

"Knights!"

The little Count Sico's somewhat broken cry was also heard at this last moment, and she shouted in a roaring manner:

"We will go into history like our ancestors, write history and glorify history, the old legend has come to an end, but the new legend is just around the corner.

As Count of House Sikormel, I command you!

Keep up with me and rush over!

Crush them! ”

"Ahhhh

The captain of the gnoll barbarian army, who faced the heavy cavalry phalanx in front of him, was already in despair.

The cubs behind it had already turned and ran, driven by fear, even slashing their weapons at their companions in order to hope for escape.

They absolutely did not want to be attacked by such a cavalry.

That must have hurt.

But it's gone.

It saw the Varander Knight's flat spear as a charging arrow, and it roared and swung the flail with the last of its courage to try to stop the monster that was smashing in front of it.

And it got its way.

"Bang"

In what can be called "light", this brave and stupid gnoll man soared into the air.

It died the moment it took off.

This was probably a good thing, because the next moment, its corpse flew into the air like wings, flying and flying, until a hundred meters later, before it could be smashed into the chaotic position behind it.

And in the next moment, the piercing phalanx trampled over its corpse in the formation of shaking mountains, like a hot knife separating butter, easily piercing and tearing their formation.

One by one, the stupid gnolls flew into the air, and more barbarians turned into rotten mud under their iron hooves.

The knights rushed over silently and noisily.

It's like the old story of the past, when the stupid enemy tried to stop the hussars, the hussars began to charge, and so. The battle is over.

Hmm, how hard can that be?

(End of chapter)