When his warhorse and the Knight guards around him began to speed up, Sir Maryland seemed to have finally found the familiar feeling of a 'battlefield'.
The sound of hooves and the wind blowing on their helmets gradually became louder and louder. The Knight was silent and charged in silence. The Extraordinary Knight's aura began to spread and gradually combined into a whole, shrouding the Knight Regiment made up of dozens of low-order, middle-order, and one high-order knight. Everyone's figure became hazy. The invisible cyclone wrapped in the magic in the air formed a vortex that moved forward rapidly. Outside the vortex, artillery fire raged. The two majestic and terrifying light beams were still unswervingly cutting and piercing through the walls of Firmrock Fortress. The Knights inside the vortex seemed to have put everything outside aside. For the Knight who had begun to charge, their only target was the front.
Yes, this was the battlefield that Sir Maryland was familiar with. This was the 'war' he was familiar with.
But there was still a difference between this battlefield and the one he was familiar with. He was no longer facing another Knight Regiment, nor was he facing a defensive line made up of heavy infantry and militia pikemen. In fact, there was nothing in front of him.
The nearest enemy was beyond the charging distance.
In his vision, there was only an open battlefield and the 'Skyfire' whistling across the battlefield.
It made him feel a little strange. He was not used to this kind of battle where he could not make contact with the enemy. But fortunately, there was still a target in his vision. It was the two strange warships docked on the Whitewater River. The flag of the Cecil family fluttered above the two ships. The symbol of the sword and the plow represented the most glorious and oldest force in the country. Today, it was the enemy.
It was ironic and sad, but as a Knight, it was also a special honor to be able to challenge such a powerful enemy.
The speed of the Knight Regiment gradually increased to the limit. After forming a charging formation, the speed of the low-order knights was greatly increased. The charging Knight Regiment would explode with unimaginable destructive power in the process. Apart from the Knight Regiment of the same size, strength, and speed, only the National Defense Army of the Dwarf Kingdom in the far west of the continent could stop them. Sir Maryland saw the ground on both sides of the Knight Regiment curling and cracking under the tearing of the magic vortex. Energy sparks began to jump in the air. The magic around the Knight Regiment was forming into a sharp arrow, which gave him an unprecedented confidence.
What would the Cecil Regiment use to block such an arrow?
It was a volley of more than a hundred "Persuader I" railguns.
A strange whistling sound came from the sky when the Knight Regiment was in the middle of charging. It woke Sir Maryland up from the wonderful excitement of being immersed in the battlefield. He looked up slightly and saw light green magic flames cutting through the air and falling to the ground, landing on the path of the Knight Regiment.
He almost immediately realized that the commander of the "Skyfire", Cecil Regiment, should also be a Knight, and definitely a qualified Knight.
These attacks from the sky were almost perfect at the point where the Knight Regiment could not perform evasive maneuvers when charging, and the timing was almost perfect.
"Don't stop!" The Knight shouted loudly. His voice shook the magic field within the range of the battle formation and clearly reached the ears of every Knight. "Raise your shields!"
The knights raised their shields and activated the knight battle technique 'Glorious Armor' at the same time. A layer of metallic halo appeared on their armor, and a similar layer of protection appeared on the surface of the magic vortex that enveloped the entire charging formation.
The sky had become gloomy. Under the gloomy sky, the Knight Regiment galloped on the open battlefield. The "Calibrator Beam" illuminated the sky above the battlefield, and hundreds of light green cannonballs fell from the sky like a meteor shower, bombarding their formation.
The elite Knight Regiment of Firmrock Fortress was not the same as the scattered soldiers called up by Count Hosman.
They were the elite force second only to the Army of the East.
The Knight Regiment that had fully charged and released their power to the maximum was also different from the careless, defenseless, and scattered Knight Knights on Shatterstone Ridge.
The combined battle formation they formed was as strong as the city walls.
But the city walls, even the charging walls, were a product of the previous era.
Deafening explosions came from all directions. The terrifying "Skyfire" tore apart the magic vortex around the Knight Regiment. Sir Maryland saw the ground around him shatter, and a huge amount of gravel and soil flew up. The rising dust was filled with flashes of arcane energy. The originally perfect magic vortex was torn apart. A portion of the low-grade Knight Regiment at the back of the formation disappeared in the explosion before they could react.
Now, Sir Maryland finally knew how powerful the "Skyfire" that bombarded the magic barrier of Firmrock Fortress was.
The magic barrier must not be allowed to disappear! Once the walls of Firmrock Fortress were directly exposed to such a weapon, they would not be able to hold on until the barrier was reactivated!
Thinking of this, he could not help but speed up. The Knight Regiment that had followed him for many years also sped up almost immediately. Although they were dizzy from the impact of the explosion, these people who had been strictly educated since young and had fought in the most dangerous environment in the kingdom for many years before being sent to Firmrock Fortress could still persevere in such a harsh environment.
The second round of attacks came quickly, and this time, it was more accurate and more deadly than the previous one.
The attack was launched from the second highland built by Cecil Regiment.
No wonder they built a second highland … This highland was not for water, but to protect the warships on the Whitewater River.
Sir Maryland's face was as calm as water under his helmet.
Efficient command, extremely high discipline, and the individual quality that completely crushed the ordinary noble soldiers. Furthermore, the tactic of using long-range weapons to cover the advance, infiltration into Firmrock Fortress, spying, intelligence, assassination, and sabotage …
This was the way Cecil Regiment fought. Or rather, this was the way the "Gwen? Cecil Regiment "fought.
In contrast, the most 'brilliant' plan he had heard in the military hall of the Firmrock Fort was to poison the Whitewater River ….
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Sir Maryland's mind: Firmrock Fortress might have fallen long ago, as early as when the Southerners entered the fortress.
He was now just maintaining the last bit of dignity of his family's reputation.
On the second highland, Knight Philip was watching the magic vortex that rolled up on the plains from afar.
It was at least 50% thinner and dimmer, but it still maintained the basic charging posture. For a "country Knight" born in the countryside, this magic vortex represented the "spirit of the Knight" that only appeared in books.
But he had to continue to order the cannons to smash the magic vortex bit by bit. Because the order to cease fire had not been issued, the two Calibrator Rainbow Cannons on the Whitewater River still needed support from the second highland.
He estimated the charging speed of the troops, calculated the approximate amount of advance and the required shooting angle, and then ordered the third round of cannons to be fired.
The magic vortex finally extinguished, but there were still some sporadic light spots moving forward in the smoke. It was the light of the protective aura that had not yet been extinguished.
"Continue to reload! Shooting angle eight, ready — "
The magic network communicator placed next to him suddenly lit up, and the soldier next to him immediately activated it. Philip saw the holographic projection above the communicator, showing the figure of Gwen.
"Stop firing."
"Yes, Sir."
The young Knight bowed his head and accepted the order. Although there was almost no change in his expression, he was relieved.
Although he knew that the main reason the count ordered them to stop firing was because the enemy was close to the White Water River, where the cannons from Highland Two would most likely miss and hurt their own warships, or even affect the focus of the two calibrator beams even if they did not hit them directly. Still, he breathed a sigh of relief.
This was the last bit of dignity left for the Knight of the previous era.
The flames and explosions that fell from the sky finally stopped, and less than 20% of the Knight's troops that rushed out with him were left.
And almost 20% of them had completely lost their combat effectiveness.
The speed of the team rapidly decreased. The knights who were already scarred and exhausted stopped one after another. Some of them even directly fell off their horses due to lack of physical strength. Even Sir Maryland, who was in the middle of the team, felt a burst of exhaustion at this moment. However, he still raised his head and looked at the two huge warships that were already in front of him as well as the two terrifying light beams that gushed out from the warships.
The charge was over. This was a "no enemy" charge. The Knight did not meet a single enemy, but they had lost 80% of their men, but they finally achieved their goal.
However, when Sir Maryland continued to move forward and began to mobilize his magic to destroy the warships, a figure appeared in his vision.
At that moment, he realized that all his previous efforts had been in vain. Gwen? Cecil himself was on the warship, not in the base camp on the shore!
A pressure that could almost freeze the magic of a low-grade Transcendent spread from the bow of the ship. Although the warhorse under Sir Maryland was also a mixed-blood monster in the Transcendent domain, it still trembled and stopped. The knight could only give up the warhorse and step by step came to the river.
He stepped on the water, and the water under his feet became as calm as a mirror. He approached step by step and saw that the warship's deck had opened a trap door. Some kind of magic device's "guide rail" protruded from the trap door and pointed at him.
But in the end, it did not activate.
Sir Maryland decided to make a final effort for the oath he had made. He stopped at a suitable distance, then pulled out his long sword and slightly tilted it, pointing at the legendary Grand Duke.
"I challenge you! With my life and family's glory as the wager, in exchange for your retreat! "
Gwen just quietly looked at the man who had rushed all the way from Rock Fortress to him. After a long time, he said, "Your life and family's glory?"
"If I fail, you can take my life. My family and territory will also belong to you, and I will submit to you for generations to come. Maryland????????" Sir Maryland, I hereby swear that the duel is sacred, and I will never violate it, "Sir Maryland shouted." In exchange, I implore you to retreat today and promise not to attack Rock Fortress for three years! "
Three years … In three years, the situation in the country should be stabilized. Whether the winner was the Eastern Region or the Royal Family, at least there would be a new, unified dynasty to face the rising Cecil family.
More importantly, he would fulfill his oath and defend the Firmrock Stronghold.
Gwen looked at Knight who had challenged him to a duel. After a long time, he broke the silence. "I accept your challenge, but the attack will not end."
Sir Maryland looked at Gwen in astonishment and seemed to be unable to react for a while. "… Why?"
"I accept your challenge because you are a qualified Knight. As the ancestor of the Ansu Knight, I recognize and respect you." Gwen pulled out the Pioneer's Sword, and a powerful magic flame began to spread over the black blade. He jumped down from the bow and landed on the river in front of Sir Maryland. "And the attack will not end, because …"
A deadly and powerful pressure came at him. Sir Maryland hurriedly stirred up all the magic in his body, infused it into the longsword, and blocked the fierce blow of the Pioneer's Sword.
The burning black longsword pressed heavily on the Knight's sword. Gwen stared into the Knight's eyes and said word by word:
"Child, this is a war."
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