Fort Bunuo was like a guard standing alone on a lonely land, with lightning falling from the clouds outlining its edge.
The veteran looked down at the approaching end of the battlefield, and in all directions, the human army retreated from the plains like a tide. The soldiers who had lost their ability to move could only wait for death in the pile of corpses, and the crimson fireworks in the sky were like the light in their eyes.
In his enlarged and narrow field of vision, the sky and the earth were curved. The entire battlefield was a crisscrossed ruin. Broken weapons, armor, tattered flags, and the corpses of the guards were stacked together, forming a strange doomsday-like scene.
Even the clouds had turned scarlet, and the lightning was like thorns that coiled around them, occasionally lighting up this world. It presented its most real and terrifying side to the eyes of the Human Coalition Army.
From the vicinity of Medao Village to the very edge of the forest, there were fleeing defenders everywhere. Against the gray background, the crowded heads were only the truest portrayal of this moment of defeat on the battlefield, or the last moment of despair. The female Knight stood behind a parapet, observing the situation outside through the gap in the battlements. The demon's attack seemed to be launched from the horizon. The red fireball flew across the battlefield with a long tail of flame, illuminating the ugly creatures on the battlefield and illuminating her eyes at the same time.
She laid her hand on the dark wall, which was covered with cracks and blood spreading in the ripples of the water. The corpses of the Royal Knight Academy students were neatly placed in a row, as if to maintain their greatest dignity, but in any case, only a lifeless shell was left.
No one had ever experienced such a terrible war. The people on the battlefield, whether they were the sons of farmers, the sons of craftsmen, the descendants of nobles, or the extraordinary Knight and missionaries, completed their equality in the face of death for the first time. There was no difference.
Freya even heard someone sobbing in a low voice. It was the civilians hiding in the basement under the castle, including women and children. All the men who could fight had picked up their weapons. But unfortunately, determination could not change the situation of the war, and anyone could smell the scent of failure in the cold air.
The building was about to collapse.
The female Knight clenched her fists so hard that her metal gauntlets were deformed. There was only one name in her heart, and she firmly believed that he would be able to lead everyone out of this hopeless situation. Back then, when they were escaping from Fortress Riedon, the refugees had also lost hope, but he had still promised them a miracle.
At that time, Brando was so confident that everyone was convinced, including her.
"Can't you hold on a little longer?"
"But … Your Highness and the others are still ahead, aren't they?"
Bessie's voice came from behind him. She cried out in grief and indignation. The Wang Li Knight Regiment had paid a heavy price. Every one of them who was buried here was a familiar face from the past. They could accept the sacrifice, but they could not accept that all their previous efforts were meaningless.
Compared to that, they would rather die here.
To avoid tasting this suffocating despair.
The princess was dead, and Erouine was on the verge of destruction. Everyone felt the sense of despair and helplessness in their hearts, as if their hopes and ideals had just been established, and they had to face the reality of being shattered.
It was a feeling of disillusionment.
The tears on Bessie's face were proof of this. She almost shouted to her commander, Maynild, as if to wake the female Knight up. Her Highness was still in front, didn't she notice?
The female Knight's face was pale, and she turned her face away as if she had been stabbed. Beside her stood the commander of the White Lion Legion, Marquis Balta, who was covered in blood as if he had just returned from hell.
Throughout the battlefield, Fort Bunuo had formed a long and narrow protrusion. Like a sharp blade, the two armies guarding this place were undoubtedly the most dazzling presence on the battlefield today. The students of the Wang Li Knight Academy and the young men from Tónigel were firm and honorable, and the White Lion Legion clung to their honor as soldiers.
The two most glorious armies in Erouine's history were fighting side by side today.
"This is not a gamble, Bessie," Marquis Balta's face was stiff, "We are not gamblers, we have made a final attempt, but we can't put all our chips on one throw."
"You used Her Highness as a chip?" The red-haired girl's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the marquis with hatred. If it weren't for them, would the kingdom be in this state?
"Bessie, watch your words and actions," Maynild reprimanded, unable to listen any longer.
"Senior Maynild, but Her Highness is still in front of us."
"Call me the Knight Captain, soldier. That was Her Highness's choice, but her intention was not for the kingdom to be buried with her, this was also her order. " Maynild replied coldly, as if there was no trace of emotion, "The last time has passed, and I must carry out Her Highness's orders meticulously."
Bessie shivered and lowered her head.
Maynild raised her head and looked at the figure of the female Knight on the city wall. In her impression, the future Valkyrie of Erouine was gentle and even a little timid, no different from a girl from the countryside. But today, she suddenly found that she could not see through her.
"Freya?"
"We still have a chance, Sir Knight Captain, if we counterattack Medao Village and cut off the demons' retreat, then maybe we can still buy some time, can't we?" Freya's gaze passed through the entire battlefield, and the famous battles in history appeared in her mind one by one.
Only at this moment, at this moment, she was no longer the young girl, but the Valkyrie of Erouine. Her thoughts were clearer than ever, as if she recalled the days in the Royal Knight Academy.
When everyone was resting, she was the only one practicing swordsmanship, just to catch up with the progress of the others. When everyone was asleep, she was the only one reading the famous tactical battles in history, just for an ideal that Brando had promised her.
The girl was not smart, let alone a genius, but she also had the most firm belief in her heart. Just for Bucce, for the land she loved so much, she was willing to give up everything.
Such an ideal was so simple, but it could not be blasphemed.
She turned back to look at Maynild, as if she wanted to get some hope from her senior's eyes. The protruding Fort Bunuo was like a sharp blade, the terrain was steep and the wind and rain were swaying, as if everything here could be destroyed at any time. But the same was true for the demons who had not been attacked for a long time. The protrusions were often only relative, and they formed a blade-like extended battlefield in the immediate vicinity of Fort Bunuo.
This was where their only chance lay.
When everyone thought that the situation was hopeless, the girl stubbornly found this point – it was theoretically feasible, but the possibility of actual success was slim. It was a clumsy approach, and everyone understood that.
But Maynild knew.
Regardless of whether the plan succeeded or not, it could at least persuade Wood and the nobles in the north to delay their retreat. It was like the difference between having failed and still having a chance. It was meaningless in itself, but it had another meaning for the drowning.
She and the marquis looked at each other, and each saw the other's intentions in the other's eyes. It was a bold plan, especially against the enemy, but it was better to say that it was against their own people.
Both of them were silent and looked at Freya seriously.
"Do you know what you're talking about, Freya?" Maynild asked calmly.
Freya nodded.
Maynild looked at her strangely, as if trying to find out what gave her such confidence and made her mature so quickly. War was often a gamble, and the more stubborn a person was, the more they could hold on to victory, and now the girl had such potential.
"You understand what the consequences are. If the coalition army is completely wiped out here, what will be waiting for this kingdom. Do you really understand the consequences of doing so? "
Marquis Balta also stared at Freya.
The girl from Bucce was slightly stunned, as if she was in a trance. But in the end, she nodded firmly.
Maynild sighed. She glanced at Beth beside her. The red-haired girl listened to the conversation between the three of them inexplicably, but a smile finally appeared on the black-haired female Knight's face. "I understand. I approve the plan. Whether the plan succeeds or fails, I will be fully responsible for it."
Freya let out a soft 'ah', and she stared at the cold Maynild. Her aura, which had just become a little wise, suddenly collapsed, and she became the silly girl from Bucce again.
"Didn't you hear? Why don't you hurry up and prepare? "Maynild frowned and asked impatiently.
"Keke, but …" Freya felt that she must have misheard and asked in disbelief.
"Do you want to be responsible for this?" Maynild could not help but feel a little funny. "Soldier, you don't have that power. Who do you think you are? Do you think Archbishop Wood will listen to you? "
"But … Lord Marquis?" She could not help but look at Marquis Balta.
The current commander of the White Lion Legion did not answer. He just wiped the blood on his forehead and shook his head. "Do you think you are the only one who is unwilling, little girl?"
"Thank you for giving me this opportunity."
He stared at the sky, his eyes reflecting the crimson flames as he muttered. At that moment, Marquis Balta seemed to see the flag, and he smiled slightly.
Erouine might not only need to survive.
There was something more important.
It was also worth people protecting.
There were some choices regarding the future that the White Lion Legion had made in the end.
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(PS: Today's LOL update is S3. Originally, I was a little tired from yesterday's outburst and wanted to take a leave, but after thinking about it, I insisted on writing. I will continue if I can. Only 3000 words, I hope everyone can bear with me. = 3 =, mua mua.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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