In any case, the morale-boosting Larian army finally stabilized its position under the "threat" of Sir Ludwig's death, and although it still kept retreating, the front did not collapse.

Ludwig knew very well that even if he did send someone to ask for help from Mehemus, he would not be able to send any reinforcements. Facing the frontal impact of the enemy's main force, the pressure was much greater than his own, and he only had a few thousand peasant soldiers and a thousand Roman veterans in his hands, and it was already very rare that he did not ask himself to solve the battle as soon as possible and then support from the flanks.

Even if they did send someone to ask for help, the result would be extremely disappointing, and the soldiers who had lost hope would inevitably develop resentment - it would be better to simply cut off their desire to ask for help, and let them die and survive, maybe there would be a glimmer of life.

At this time, at the mouth of the Shuangta River stall, the orc warriors who were blocked by the first wing launched an attack on both wings, and the golden and red iron walls looked like they were about to be completely surrounded by the gray sea, and the tacit veterans quickly formed a narrow circular array, leaning on each other's backs, and the seemingly loose shield wall was never defeated by enemies who were several times more than themselves, and the golden eagle was like the sun, shining on all the Roman legionnaires who were fighting.

At this moment, the two militia arrays at the rear of the Roman legion also began to move, and a few knights on tall horses charged towards the orc warriors on the left and right flanks of the Roman legion, and the peasant soldiers who followed behind slowly converged into two huge arrows and launched an attack on the enemy in front of them.

"For the sake of the Kwyn River, for the sake of Lord Julian-!!!" The knight of Elmo at the front of the charge raised his horse's hooves, and the banner on his spear guided the knights and soldiers behind him, and the roaring crowd crowded together and ran forward, like waves crashing against the cliffs!

The frenzied screaming knights formed a thin array and launched a wall charge—the momentum of the rainbow and the sharp spear pointed out the meteors, like an impregnable iron wall.

The knights, who thought they could shine like the heroes of antiquity, came to an abrupt end with the wild roar of the orcs. The furious orc warriors, wielding heavy spears and shields, rushed forward with a force not inferior to theirs, and the gray sandstorm collided with the rolling waves, and the blood and cruelty terrified the Grim Reaper!

The screams accompanied the fall of the horses, but they could not stop the strength of the fierce death, trampling, slashing, stabbing, and raising weapons accompanied by the sound of flying blood splintering flesh and breaking bones, the swarming militiamen shouted loudly, screaming and stabbing the spears in their hands, and the crowd made the retreat a luxury, wanting to live. The only option is to move forward, keep going!

Aimo, who was thrown off his horse, was fortunate to be helped up by his attendants, and was not trampled into a pulp by the crowd behind him. Knight Aimo, who was almost in a frenzy, clenched his sword in both hands and swung it vigorously.

"Move closer to Lord Mehimus!" "Elmo shouted, waving his arms behind him, "Move closer to Lord Mehimus, gather together, move closer to your lord!"

"The Great Radiant Cross gives us hope and strength!" Aimo's roar resounded through the sky, and the sound of the horn channeled the soldiers behind him, and the soldiers on the left flank gradually filled the vacant positions of the Roman legions. The orc warriors who had just rushed up were once again mired in a fierce battle, unable to gather their strength.

"My lord, Lord Aimo, look over there!" The young attendant beside him suddenly grabbed his burqa and pointed to the other side of the river in surprise: "Look. That's a flag, it's a flag!"

"Flag?" Panting, Aimo wiped the blood from his face with his hand and squinted at the other side, not far away. On the faintly visible horizon, there were faintly more golden-red shadows.

Soon, it wasn't just those shadows. More and more flags seemed to spring up from there, white, black...... Side by side, Aimo finally saw it clearly.

"The golden lion, the black falcon, the laurel flag of Rome...... And the Radiant Cross!" Aimo couldn't help but laugh out loud, out of breath: "It's Lord Julian, it's Lord Julian who sent reinforcements!"

"Cheer me up, push these brutes across the river!" Aimo seemed to be refreshed, and his long sword full of gaps pointed straight at the opposite side: "Our reinforcements have arrived, and the great cross of glory is shining on us, show your courage and meet the most glorious moment of your life!"

"God...... is watching us, God has not forsaken us......" Aimo whispered, "Yes, this is a new birth, this is a baptism, a new beginning." ”

"We can win, we can defeat the orcs, we can ...... Retake the imperial capital of Issos, and a new flag will fly on the obelisk of the Holy Palace......" Aimo suddenly came back to his senses, and raised his long sword high, as if to tilt the sins of his life, and the long sword he swung with all his strength was broken!

"For His Majesty the Emperor - !!!!!"

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"Here, Your Highness Helena, Kwyn River!" Valens, who was always solemn-faced, held the golden laurel banner in his hand high and pointed into the distance for Her Royal Highness the princess beside her: "The battlefield is there!"

"I saw it. The snow-white robe and the blue eyes under the long tassels stared at the battlefield at the mouth of the river not far away, and his heart couldn't help but beat faster with his hands on the reins of his horse. This is not the first time she has been on the battlefield, but it is the first time she has commanded a battle, thousands of warriors obeying her orders, and the fate of the Kwyn River is tightly held in her hands!

"I won't lose to you, Theodore. Helena secretly cheered herself like a curse: "I am a descendant of Pendragon, and the blood of the human emperor is in my body." ”

Helena turned around, and thousands of Salion cavalry and Mistemaeus cavalry followed closely behind, waving banners and winding in a procession like a long dragon, rolling in the dust and smoke of the march.

"There are too many enemies, they can't hold out for long, we have to support them, and ......" Wallenston paused, his voice still so steady: "The enemy has discovered us." ”

In the camp of the orc tribe behind the mouth of the river beach, the orcs who did not participate in the battle had already picked up their crude weapons, and slowly gathered in the direction of the smoke and dust behind them, barking and screaming, full of chaos and wildness - even if they were not in the prime of life, just the old and weak women and children among them could still pose a threat to humans.

"Blow the horn and assemble the soldiers. Helena looked at Valence and the other two commanders from Mithmak and Salion with a serious expression: "Since they have been discovered, then we naturally have to fight!"

"Do with your wishes, Your Highness Helena!" the rows of cavalrymen with spears and spears raised heard the news at the sound of the horns, puffed up their chests and waited for the review.

"All the formations, the sequence of charges, !!!!" the commanders shouted loudly, riding their horses in the middle of the formation, giving the order: "Prepare for the review-!!!"

"The Sarion River Patrol Cavalry is in charge of the left flank, and Mistema is sweeping from the right to support the defenders of the Kwyn River!" Helena solemnly drew the long sword at her waist, and the azure jewel reflected the sculptural face of Valens.

"The rest of the knights, march to the center with the Pendragon banner. The girl's heart was beating faster and faster, but her face remained calm; "Knight Valens, please help me. ”

"I'll show you the bravery of the knights of the Imperial Guard. Valence nodded softly. Hearing Helena's words, the female knight Ain, who was holding the Radiant Cross Banner, turned pale, and had to secretly resolve to stand in front of Her Highness no matter what—she was a knight, and protecting the Lord was the only thing she could do.

"My brother always told me that it is the natural and most important duty of a monarch to protect his people. Helena whispered, "Am I going to die here?"

"Life is fragile, but sometimes tenacious. Dressed in a brown ragged robe, Maltheus smiled slightly: "If Heaven is destined to let you fight, why refuse it?"

"Thank you!" Helena smiled beautifully, and the white figure rushed to the front of the military formation, the snow-white figure and the back, the gray-brown full of desolate and savage orcs became the most stark contrast, the posture of holding the long sword high, and the posture of the horses were so sacred and inviolable!

"Warriors of the North, people of the human world. Helena's voice echoed like the sky, as clear as a breeze, but it made everyone shake their spirits and listen: "Our compatriots are fighting alone, our enemies are ravaging our homeland, barbarism and tyranny are destroying civilization, death threatens our fellow citizens!"

"Raise our flags, show our spears, and shout. Helena's tone was firm: "Tell them." They are not alone!"

"For Her Highness Helena-!!For the Great Glorious Cross-!!!Long live the Human Emperor-!!!!"

Rows of knights with spears raised shouted loudly, waves of military formations rolled up a raging storm, the sound of horses' hooves knocked on the earth, and rolling thunder echoed in the air!

............" is finally here. Sir Ludwig, who felt the tremor of the ground, smiled reluctantly, as if he couldn't even draw a trace of strength in his body, the flagpole in his hand barely supported his body, looking at the panicked and retreating orc warriors in front of him, the joy of surviving filled his heart.

The nearly collapsed Larian army was still holding its pitiful thin front with only two or three hundred men left, and with one more assault, it would be completely annihilated.

But the orcs had lost the courage to continue the attack, and the soldiers who were almost fearless of death seemed to have really become impregnable, and the rampaging cavalry army behind them was coming, and they were completely panicked.

"Laria......" Ludwig trembled, straightened up as best he could, and shouted his last command.

"Revenge!" (to be continued......