The collapse of Baron Rodu's army was accelerating. The students of the Royal Knight Academy were driving hundreds of defeated soldiers forward. The Seventh Swordsman Brigade of the Coast Guards at the front line of the Evergreen Square was the first to bear the pressure. The terrified nobles' private soldiers had no choice but to pass through their positions, as if they were grasping at straws for survival.
The Coast Guards even had a fierce confrontation with the fleeing soldiers. Ironically, when the fleeing nobles' private soldiers turned around and faced their original allies, they were ten times more ferocious. Their survival instinct turned them into red-eyed fanatics.
Behind them were the gleaming spears that were driving them forward.
This was a little different from what Sir Marloser, the captain of the Seventh Swordsman Brigade of the Coast Guards of Ampere Seale had expected. Not only did the princess and her men appear, but they also barged in. But this collision was a little too decisive and fierce. Not only did they destroy Rodu's army, but they also seemed to have seen through their position at a glance.
The princess' aggressive approach was in direct proportion to Marloser's increasingly pale face. But what should he do now? The knight, who had almost never really killed an enemy in his life, looked back at his companion.
In the heavy rain, the young man in the armor of the White Lion Legion held his sword in his hand and was silent. He was like a marble statue, allowing the water droplets to slide down his forehead and cheeks. He was completely undecided.
"We've been discovered!"
"How did they discover us?"
"Maybe now is not the time to think about this."
He looked up, his gray-blue eyes reflecting the cold light of the rows of spears, flashing with the light of reason. In that case, let's change the game.
Above the clouds, lightning was zigzagging out a dazzling trajectory —
… …
"Balta, you have a good student." When Leider Dulo received the order from the messenger, his eyes showed a hint of approval as he spoke lightly.
Marquis Balta shook his head. "Her Royal Highness is not weak at all. This doesn't seem to be the work of Oberwei. Even Makarov isn't that decisive. The enemy seems to have a commander that we're unfamiliar with. The Coast Guards' combat power is really worrying. It seems like Owen wants to use the advantage of numbers to stall the enemy. "
"Just like what we did in Loensch." The old man looked in the direction of the port. In his vision, there was a gray roof. "It's like a huge meat grinder. Slowly, the last drop of Erouine's blood flows."
"Mr. Archbishop, these words are not directed at you," Leider glanced at the guests beside him again and replied faintly.
That person smiled faintly and didn't seem to mind. "We were also wrong about the decisions we made in the past. There's nothing to avoid. The Holy War is imminent, and the Temple does not wish for new misunderstandings to arise because of past misunderstandings. "
The old man glanced at him, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with him.
"Old Commander …" Balta was a little restless.
"You're the regimental commander now, Balta," the old man replied. "Don't worry, I won't blame Owen for this. Victory or defeat is always the most important thing in a war. He has a very good plan. Using numbers to bully others is also a skill. "
"But …"
"I'm afraid Her Royal Highness is going to suffer this time. On this battlefield, it's the blood of Erouine's people that flows. Aren't they also a bunch of excellent young men? What a pity … "The old man shook his head.
The sky was gradually brightening.
But the battle situation was not like that.
The news sent back from the front clearly told Brando that the Coast Guards were changing their strategy. But changing their minds at the last minute was not a good way to play, especially when their intentions were so obvious. Brando couldn't help but sneer. The Coast Guards' generals had decided to engage in street warfare with him.
Hahaha, he almost laughed out loud to express the joy in his heart. The attack and defense of Kurco, the attack and defense of Braggs, the capture of Ampere Seale, the pain of Soo, the blood of White City. There was no need to deliberately recall them. One by one, classic battles appeared in his mind.
But more importantly —
He had personally participated in them.
He had fought against Cruz's people, against Madara's people, against All For One, and even against the Miirnas, who lived in the dark, and not the third-rate Coast Guards of Ampere Seale.
He turned around, and who were the people beside him?
Loca Vanden Elvis, Enrique Aisha, Freya Alicia, the three famous heroes of Erouine's history. Two of them were masters of cavalry tactics, and one was the Valkyrie of Erouine. In addition, there was Bretton of Bucce, a strong man who led a group of Knights to fight a bloody path out from the hands of the 'One-Eyed Dragon' Tarkus, and the captain of the Royal Knight Regiment, Mok.
The most famous young generals of Erouine's future surrounded him. They had truly changed an era and pulled Erouine out of the darkest abyss of history. Although it was only for a short period of time, they were all heroes of their time.
Although Erouine was defeated, it was not because of the battle.
This time, the other party was really digging their own graves.
Perhaps the generals on the other side would never have thought that in the next century on the continent of Wohnde, because of the participation of players, the war would change at a rapid rate. It was a dark and war-torn era, but it was also a magnificent era supported by geniuses and crazy ideals.
But what was always right now might not necessarily be true in the future.
"Loca, Enrique, Freya, Bretton, Mok, the other party wants to use street warfare to delay us." Brando looked at the battlefield in front of him and smiled gently. "They want to turn this place into a meat grinder. Did you all doze off during the tactical class?"
Mok stared at him coldly. The other party's previous orders did not seem wrong, but it was not a big deal. At most, it was just following the rules. If it were them, they might have been able to do better.
Bretton did not answer. The Brando in front of him had changed too much. In fact, since the escape from Bucce, the other party had been transforming. Although he did not want to admit it, he had to admit that the young man in front of him was no longer the miller's son that he looked down on.
Although the grudge between the two of them had been resolved, it did not mean that he would stand on the other party's side.
Among the four of them, only Loca Van Den Elvis smiled slightly and did not seem to care. This young man was wearing the black military uniform of the Royal Knights Academy. He had light blonde hair and tied it into a ponytail. He looked a little shy and did not completely break away from the impression that the Royal Knights Academy had left on them. He was a little immature, but he already had the calm temperament of a general.
In fact, in history, he had always been the leader of the three heroes. Loca Van Den Elvis was the eldest son of the family. His father was an unknown noble in the Viero Province. In history, the family had never produced any great figures, but Loca was undoubtedly an exception.
In history, Loca Van Den Elvis had single-handedly toyed with Seifer's army in the palm of his hand. Due to his gentle personality, he was known as the 'Sheathed Sword.' It meant that once he revealed his ability, he would be unstoppable and invincible.
It was a pity that before this Sheathed Sword could be unsheathed, he died in the war in the north. He did not even have the time to participate in the second War of the Black Roses.
This was one of Erouine's biggest regrets.
Of course, this time, Brando would definitely not let this regret happen again. The reason why he gathered these young people around him was that he was afraid that they would die in an accident in the war in Ampere Seale. For example, Enrique of the three of them had died in the end.
However, without experience, it was impossible to forge a sharp sword.
Brando knew this, but he could only do his best to prevent it.
"My Lord, this is not going to be easy. The Coast Guards are more powerful than us, and they have the geographical advantage. If they are determined to fight us in the streets, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to deal with them. "Enrique was riding on a horse, his black hair shining as he replied with a smile.
This guy now looked a little like Carglise, completely different from his quiet personality in the future. He had a good relationship with Loca, and they used to call each other brother. It must be the double blow of the decline of the kingdom and Loca's death that changed him. Brando thought sympathetically.
"That's not necessarily true." He smiled. "Did you forget that I was invited by Her Highness to give you a lesson today? Actually, it's very easy to defeat the Coast Guards like how we defeated Rodu."
"Bullsh * t." Mou Ke made a direct conclusion.
"Haha, that's not necessarily true." Brando laughed. "Moke, why don't we make a bet? If I can really do it, why don't you do something for me?"
The gray-haired young man glanced at him. "What is it?"
"Come and be my servant, how about that?" Brando snickered in his heart. The future leader of the Iron Mask Knight would be his servant. He still remembered how this guy caused trouble for the players in the past.
It had to be said that Brando was still a narrow-minded guy.
Of course, as for failure? What a joke, that was something he had never considered.
Moke was silent for a while. Of course, he knew that the other party would not make such a bet for no reason. However, the young were fearless. He finally nodded. "What if you lose?"
"I'll be your adjutant."
"Moke." Freya could not help but remind him. She was probably the only one who knew Brando the best.
However, the gray-haired young man only glanced at her and replied, "Don't worry, Freya. I won't embarrass him too much."
"I'm just afraid that you'll be embarrassed …" The future Goddess of War was speechless.
"Very well, the contract is established." Brando smiled. "You guys, come over here. I'll tell you how to fight this battle …"
In fact, Freya's worries soon became reality.
Brando began to issue orders.
The next moment, the cavalry of the Wang Li Knight Academy began to advance in the direction his sword was pointing. From a bird's eye view, it looked like a huge arrow had split into countless tentacles. The cavalry was attacking together, moving as fast as lightning along the streets of various sizes.
Almost in an instant.
In the darkness, the expressions of the generals of the White Lion Legion, who were closely watching everything that happened on the huge battlefield, changed.
Countless scouts were shuttling back and forth between the frontlines and the rear. After a lot of ambiguous information was gathered, a clear picture appeared in front of everyone.
The command center of the White Lion Legion fell into a panic.
"How are they working together!?"
"They're crazy!"
"Martha above, this is impossible!"
Everyone was completely dumbfounded.
In the direction of the Evergreen Square.
In fact, in front of the square was a densely packed area of shops. At this moment, Baron Rodu's defeated soldiers were attacking their allies' positions from all directions through these alleys. Behind them, the young Knight Academy meticulously executed their tactics. The young Knight formed small teams to drive away the defeated soldiers. On the other hand, the young Knight split up and formed tactical teams to outflank the Coast Guards' positions.
In just ten minutes, the junior officers of the Coast Guards had experienced a long and unbearable nightmare. This was beyond the common sense they had learned on all occasions. The enemy could appear at any time, in any direction, wherever they wanted to, and attack their positions.
They had built a standard line of defense according to the drill provided by the White Lion Legion's sergeants. In the face of such an attack, they were almost vulnerable.
In front of this position, the attacks of the princess' side seemed to have turned into real, flowing water. When the whole army moved, mercury would flow to the ground.
The situation had completely changed.
"How are they maintaining the command system?"
"Image crystal?! Impossible. On such a huge battlefield, any magic communication will interfere with each other. Listen carefully! Even the wizards of Buga can't do this! "Forster, the head of the White Lion Legion's First Guard Regiment, roared at his adjutant.
His adjutant's face was pale and could only obey.
But perhaps it was his adjutant's bitter smile that made Forster realize that his anger would not change the current situation. He could not help but raise his head stiffly.
He stared blankly at the huge map hanging in the middle of the tent.
On the map, the bright red line depicted the Coast Guards' line of defense seemed so heavy, clumsy, and full of holes. It was like a silent mockery to the entire White Lion Legion.
But this was an absolutely standard line of defense.
Even Cruz, the powerful Empire's infantry drill book, could not find a more perfect example of this line of defense. It was heavy and clumsy, but at the same time, it was also stable and could not be bypassed.
It was invulnerable.
Every point of its defense was so precise, as if it had been tempered thousands of times and modified by generations of people. He was like a slow-moving giant. There were only two outcomes when facing him: let him bleed to the last drop of blood, or let him bleed to the last drop of his own blood.
It was like a perfect meat grinder.
It was filled with his own life, but also the enemy's life. There was no other way but to break through directly. The White Lion Legion, Owen, and Maloese had carefully arranged this bloody battlefield, ready to let Her Highness bleed to the last drop of her blood.
But just as they were about to throw a heavy punch, they found that their enemy had turned into a pile of loose sand in front of them, and then drilled into their bodies.
In an instant.
The giant's huge body became his own greatest enemy.
The stable line of defense seemed to have fallen into a precarious state in the blink of an eye, but no one knew what had happened.
They would never understand how the students of the Royal Knight Academy turned the army into a pile of loose sand. In all common sense, it was a sign of an army's collapse, a sign of suicide. Even Baron Rodu had explained it perfectly 15 minutes ago.
But in the blink of an eye, the enemy's black cavalry had completely obliterated this common sense.
They did not understand.
It was as if they did not understand the earth-shattering and profound changes that the radio in the other world had brought to the battlefield after World War I. Brando was using another method to make the same change.
This was not his credit.
The players had more ingenious methods than him to achieve all of this.
But for Brando, this was enough.
The wind and rain intertwined. The blond young man raised his hand and looked at the Wind Spirit Spider in his hand. He tied a piece of paper on it, and the elf-like creature disappeared in the wind and rain.
He looked back and silently looked in the direction of that person, his heart burning with passion.
No one knew better than him that this war in Ampere Seale was destined to change things.
This battle lasted less than a quarter of an hour from start to finish.
It was destined to be recorded in history.
When Forster looked away from the map, he finally realized that he might have made a mistake. He looked at his subordinates, the young men of the White Lion Legion, who still had a look of disbelief on their faces.
"My Lord, how did they do it?" Some of them even asked.
"That's not the point," Forster interrupted them disappointedly. He hoped that the White Lion Legion would be calmer and sharper in the future. "The point now is that the Coast Guards are destined to be defeated. It won't be long before they follow in Rodu's footsteps."
The young men were stunned for a moment, then their eyes lit up.
"Well, it seems that you all understand," Forster nodded. "According to the plan, it's time for the kingdom's lions to bare their fangs."
Everyone was solemn.
"Send an order to Owen. Tell him to return to his position."
"Franz, I want to see you and your Knight appear in the predetermined positions at the scheduled time."
"Conn, put on your cloak. You're ready to go."
"The Empire's Lion —"
"Unstoppable!" All the knights shouted in unison. Everyone stood at attention, and then with a solemn expression, they saluted this Sir Commander before turning around and leaving.
A young man walked past them.
"Captain, an army is passing through the Longjing Market and approaching the Coast Guards' flank."
There was silence in the tent.
Forster was slightly stunned. He looked back at the huge map. "That's the area Cullen is in charge of. What flag are they using?"
The young man was a little embarrassed and did not answer.
"Answer my question, soldier," Forster said sternly.
"It's the White Lion Battle Flag … My Lord."
Forster was slightly stunned.
"Which division's White Lion Battle Flag is it?" He hurriedly asked, almost angrily, "Who acted on their own without my orders?"
"It's …"
"What is it?"
"It's the White Lion Legion … the Praetorian Legion," the young man stammered.
"Praetorian Legion?" Forster was stunned. Did the White Lion Legion have such a designation?
… There seemed to be. It was the designation of the 'Infantry Knight' that followed the late King Erik everywhere. But after the late King Erik passed away, this designation was left vacant forever. It was to pay tribute to Erouine's' Lion '.
Forster's expression changed.
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