Few people today remember that the Loans were a wandering nomadic people before they settled on the fertile lands on the other side of the Grigley Gorge. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In fact, the word Lo'an also means "people in boats" in the Lo'an language - which historians believe is somewhat indicative of the origins of this people, who apparently arrived in the West by sea. But this matter, like anything else, will never be proven unless time can be turned back. Due to their wandering, the Luo'an people did not leave much written record of the ancient years, and people had to speculate from those oral allusions and stories.

Their faces, complexions, hair color, and generally taller height suggest that they should be one of the northern peoples, and the fact that they are naturally resistant to cold despite their warm southern conditions further corroborates this. However, this statement is not accepted by everyone, because many of the creatures involved in their culture, including the flowers, birds, and cordyceps that are common on the Luoan national costumes, have only been heard of in some remote corners of the world in Rigal.

After the conquest of Ottolo, the history of the Roans suffered a devastating blow as part of their assimilation. All people know now is the fact that they were wandering, and perhaps it was this culture that gave birth to the legend of the "bird of paradise".

This is a story that has been passed down by word of mouth among the people of Luo'an, and even our young and bereaved Mila knows it by heart.

It tells the story of a bird that has been able to fly since its birth, rain or shine, even if it eats and rests.

This bird has no feet, and the only moment it stops in its life is the moment when it dies.

We don't know if this is an allusion to the Roan nation itself, or if this magnificent creature actually exists in the world - in short, when our two Loan maidens stood next to Henry and heard the Sage and Archduke Lesky dissect the Southern alliance layer by layer, they inevitably remembered this Loan legend.

The southern coalition of Avenella, led by Ahibon II, was like the legendary bird of paradise, and they pressed on the northern army step by step, winning successive battles. But this victory was not a series of phased victories achieved by a tightly planned and orderly process, it was not the result of careful consideration and implementation, and the Southern coalition forces were merely strained by the tremendous impact of successive victories.

They had no logistics, so they had to fight to feed their wars, and they had no reward system, and they had to rely on victory after victory to maintain their morale. Like a bird of paradise that can only keep flying forever, the Southern Coalition Army is tense up and down, and it only relies on the impact of consecutive victories to continue to advance.

If the land of Avenella is larger, it has a greater depth. Or if the war had taken place on the territory of another country, Edward's side would have to just let it go, and in time the internal contradictions of the Southern coalition would have erupted, and they would have collapsed and dissipated on their own - but there was no if, the Northern Army had no way to retreat, and behind it was the Dordogne, who had just captured the Dordogne, and the border that had finally been opened, and the merchants who had poured in and the prisoners of war of Ottolo were still there. With Edward's understanding of the southern aristocracy, once they enter the city, they will never give up.

In addition, this civil war has been going on for a long time since April, and no matter how much you control the news, the Padrosi Empire must have learned that if it is delayed, in addition to the lack of labor force and the hardship of the people, the foreign enemy who will take advantage of the opportunity will also be a great threat.

Either way, it all had to end in the Nella Forest.

Stretching the front back and retreating a distance of more than a hundred kilometers was to preserve strength, and the defection of refugees and mercenaries who did not understand them was also planned. They were the victims of the effective contribution of the arrogance of the Southern Coalition aristocracy, and more or less tempered the momentum of their opponents - this is cruel and cold-blooded, but as a high-level commander of the army, you must not treat human life as human life, and the so-called "save everyone" is nothing more than a false and empty rhetoric. The truth is that when you choose something, you often have to give up something accordingly, and since those people insist on leaving, it is only a matter of words to try to redeem them, so it is better to make good use of those people to protect those who are still willing to follow.

"You can't be accountable to everybody, they make their own choices, so you have to take care of the consequences. During the retreat to the north, Henry explained that Mira could understand this truth more or less now, but it still made the girl feel very uncomfortable.

People are always hungry for happy, spontaneous and simple answers, but the truth is that everything in this world is complex, and the most complex and varied of them is the human heart. Although the top brass of the Northern Army, including the girl herself, all hope to minimize sacrifices, but providence makes people, and your kindness and long-term considerations are not bought by others. In the end, Edward's pro-people policy and respect for choice seemed weak and powerless compared to the oppression of pure aristocratic power at this juncture.

Life is like this, you make a choice that you think is right, and it may be at some point, but that choice leads to the wrong result. You can choose to be upset, you can choose to give up on yourself, but only after everything is over. At this critical juncture, no one is allowed to show weakness, they have to shoulder the pressure and responsibility, pick themselves up again, and learn from the lessons to avoid repeating the next mistake.

Mira didn't know how strong she had to be to withstand the pressure, and what she noticed was that Lena, who was traveling with the army, grew up quickly as she heard and saw it. As the last princess who carried the long-cherished wish of the rejuvenation of the Luo'an nation, this girl who is even petite than herself has an amazing consciousness in her small body.

With these people, the Northern Army will not lose.

Mira thought so, and immediately after the July 17 operation. On July 21, 192 in the Avenella calendar, the clearing in the northern part of the Nella Forest, known as the "Misty Plain" for some well-known reason, was not the largest but the most violent confrontation between the North and the South since the beginning of the war.

Officially launched.

The first shot fired in this battle was the cavalry commander Charles, who returned from wounded and now wears an eyepatch in his left eye.

The 800 heavy cavalry he led lost 287 men in the difficult breakthrough, and this originally handsome and mighty goatee Northland nobleman was also shot in the eye during the rush, and the stubble that had not been taken care of for a long time was now a little more vicissitudes.

The plate armor was riddled with pits, many of the bronze trims were burst and twisted, the swords were all chipped, the cavalry spears were broken, and now they held makeshift wooden spears.

But the morale of this cavalry was frighteningly high.

The Northerners could not devote all their cavalry in this battle, and their forces were so scarce that Charles was once again in battle shortly after he returned. But Edward still found time to do something in his busy schedule - which may seem pedantic and stupid to others, but it played a very high role in the subsequent battles, and truly created a legend.

"In the name of the King of the United Kingdom of Avenella and Loan, I bestow upon you the title of 'Holy White Knight'. Hold the banner, take the lead, lead the future of the kingdom. ”

"Thou art the first royal knights of the United Kingdom of Avenella and Loan, named after the city-state, the 'Holy White Knights', born in the north of Vavasika, the white flag used to mean subjugation, give it the exact opposite. ”

At swords' points.

The newly painted swallowtail flag of the Order flies high, and the portrait of the mountain and Vavasika as the representative of Avenella is depicted, a long sword standing in front of it expresses its vow to protect it all, and the surrounding ivy and golden ears of wheat express the noble royal guard status of the Order.

It is unimaginably difficult to make flags during the withdrawal. From the perspective of us today, this may seem foolish and pedantic, but if you think so, you will never understand what the knights aspire to in your life.

Edward and now Avenella could not give them any guarantees, the visible path to the future of this small country was full of thorns and blood and tears, and the only thing she could give was glory.

It is an inexplicable emotion, it is not a weapon but it is stronger than any weapon, it is not a treasure but it is more valuable than any wealth.

It's identity, it's the beating of the heart that connects the blood, it's everything to the people who live and live on this land.

It's stark, fascinating, and at the same time terrifying.

The horse let out a heavy wheez, and the cowhide-gloved hand inside the worn fingernail clenched the wooden spear, because of the time constraints, the top of this improvised weapon was not polished and smooth, it was full of small, sharp wooden thorns, and if you took it with your bare hands, it would easily be pierced and covered with blood.

The militia of the Southern Coalition came to this open area, like a footless bird of paradise flying on another unknown area, and the Northern Army, which was silent in place, launched this attack. Under the command of our Sage, they wielded all the power they could.

The mage apprentices who had come in handy at the Battle of Dowofberg had not left the army, Sivalier had no place for them, and Ahibourne II valued magic as much as he did for the people. There was only one way for them, and while most would excuse themselves by leaving out curiosity about Henry, who was in charge of directing them, the truth was that they had no choice.

Fate always likes to joke, and in the ups and downs of current affairs, which is not a voluntary choice, they accidentally witnessed and participated in Rigal's first formation of the world's regiment-level strategic magic casting process.

While magic didn't play a truly offensive role in this battle, the potential of our Wizard Sage's knowledge-based choices was limitless, whether it was the Wizard's apprentices or the top commanders of the Northern Army.

Without Henry, this would probably have been brewing for many more years, or even not at all. The reason why he is a sage is that he is always one step ahead, judging things that others cannot see through small details, and changing the situation in a flash.

The traditional form of warfare is based on the right time, place and people, but after magic is mixed in, the "geographical advantage", which can only be adapted, has become one of the manipulable chess pieces.

Looking ahead, castles, tunnels, and various engineering facilities should be regarded as the use of geography by predecessors, but the biggest difference between the use of magic to create geography is that the time it takes is too short.

Dowofberg was only a small test, and in the Battle of the Misty Plains, all the magicians and apprentices owned by the Northern Army were mobilized to cast spells, creating a one-way geographical advantage on the battlefield in a real sense.

"Whew-"

Charles let out a long exhale, then covered his somewhat distorted visor.

The cavalry and other coordinated infantry beside him were all shrouded in the gradually diffusing mist, this faintly cool white mist was the result of the joint efforts of many magician apprentices, it obscured the view, allowing the Northern Army to get close to the unsuspecting vanguard of the Southern Coalition without being detected.

The weapon was wrapped in a thick linen cloth, and the gaps in the metal armor were secured as much as possible. The Northern army ordered any possible sound to be reduced to the point of being inaudible, and as it gradually spread with the fog that gradually spread, slowly, majestically across the empty field.

The top brass of the Southern Alliance, including Ahibon II, was at a loss, and they could not be blamed for this, which had not been seen in all of Rigal before. Never before had there been such a number of apprentice magicians gathered in the same place, let alone cast spells together.

So they suffered a heavy blow, when the banner of the Holy White Knights was raised from the fog with a cloud of smoke, when the soldiers of the Northern Army untied the sackcloth and made a "bang" sound, when the first heavily armed horse came out of the fog like a ghost.

"From now on, I am afraid that war will no longer be what the old people know it to be. ”

Grand Duke Lesky.

A long sigh.