The final counterattack plan was quickly approved — —
Freya didn't know how Maynild and Balta convinced the nobles. Perhaps Archbishop Wood really thought this was an opportunity. In any case, she managed to temporarily stop the army from retreating.
This was the last chance.
In the next twenty minutes, it would determine whether the human coalition could win the right to confront the demons for the next hour. It sounded incredible, but here today, Erouine's hope was only this.
The heavy rain was filled with a refreshing chill, as if a steel blade was stuck to it.
Marquis Balta divided the garrison of Fort Bunuo into two, merged the main force of the White Lion Legion into the cadets of the Royal Knight Academy, and then handed the army over to Maynild to personally command.
This was something that would never have happened in Erouine in the past. The nobles would never give up the army and power in their hands. Their greed made them cling to what they had in their hands like cold ghosts.
But when Balta handed over the command, the head of the legion said to the female Knight, "I'm handing over the White Lion Legion to you, my lady."
With a simple sentence, the female Knight's cold face couldn't help but be moved. She thought for a moment before taking the White Lion Legion's flag without saying a word.
The rain was heavy. Whether it was those who stayed behind or those who were about to rush to the front line, the future was equally bleak for them. But such a dangerous situation was not worth mentioning.
The command sounded long and loud, and the city gate slowly opened.
The battlefield of blood and fire seemed particularly real and close in Freya's eyes at that moment. The bright flames across the night seemed to draw the battlefield closer. The tremors caused by the explosions swept across the entire area from time to time. She saw the city gate creaking and shaking with her own eyes.
Senior Maynild was riding a warhorse not far in front of her, only a step ahead of her. There were a few familiar faces in the team on the side. Owen, Beth, and the future Erouine's Three Aces, Carlo and Enrique. The older Carglise was leading his White Lion Legion.
The grey troops filed out, and the demons soon discovered the movements of the humans. An army of hellhounds appeared on the battlefield. But Freya looked into the distance, and there were traces of Brute Devils in the sky again. The demons seemed to be coming for Fort Bunuo. Just as they had expected, they wanted to take advantage of the opportunity when the humans were dividing their forces to attack the extension point on the battlefield.
Everyone held their breaths.
Maynild stopped the horses for the last time before ordering the army to depart. The cold female Knight took one last look at Fort Bunuo. A flag on the low walls of the Fort Bunuo stood out in the heavy rain.
Erouine's new moon seemed to have just risen.
Her usually indifferent expression couldn't help but soften.
"Senior Sister?" Freya noticed the female Knight's abnormal behavior.
Maynild glanced at her and didn't correct her. "Freya, someone is demonstrating to us."
"Huh?"
"Get someone to raise the flag of the White Lion and I'll show him. Seven hundred years ago, the White Lion Legion defeated the last army of the Cruz people here with the help of the mountain people. Today, seven hundred years later, we can do the same. "
Maynild replied coldly.
When Marquis Balta saw the familiar flag fluttering in the rain, even though he had been in the army for nearly fifty years, his eyes couldn't help but heat up. He suddenly remembered the first time under this flag, when the old Legion Commander personally taught him the glory of the White Lion.
The glory of the past was so dim at this moment, but it still shone slightly.
It was like a spark bursting from the residual heat under the ashes.
The Marquis stood in the rain and thought a lot at that moment.
The first time he put on the armor of the White Lion, the first Knight duel, the first time he rode on a horse, the first time he breathed in the cold air of the battlefield into his lungs, and the various conspiracies and struggles that followed. But every subsequent victory couldn't compare to the pure pleasure of defeating the enemy on the battlefield for the first time.
For the first time in nearly two centuries, the White Lion Legion was not proud of victory, but of protecting something, as if returning to its original purpose.
He smelled the slight smell of blood mixed with the smell of earth in the wind on the battlefield in front of Bunuo, as if he had returned to the magnificent battlefield, facing the army of the Holy Cathedral of Wind.
At that time, the Sword Saint was still there, Leider was still in command of the White Lion Legion, and he was just a little Knight.
But everything had changed.
Whether it was the flag fluttering on the battlefield, the coat of arms of the Knight, or the faces around him, everything had become different.
"Legion Commander, the demons have begun to attack."
"You don't have to report this to me, I can see it."
Balta replied. The demons on the field were like a red tide, and as far as the eye could see, they were densely packed with those ugly creatures. After the last attack, Fort Bunuo had a few minutes of respite, but now the demons had discovered the human's intentions and were ready to take this opportunity to pull out the spike that had pierced their throats in one fell swoop.
After the division, the strength of Fort Bunuo had become even weaker. But the soldiers who were chosen to stay behind had no complaints. Most of them were the older and more experienced group of the White Lion Legion. These people gathered on the city wall with a generous heart, and their silver-gray armor formed a thin human wall.
"Troglodyte slave soldiers detected, expected to enter range in one minute."
"Pay attention to the brute demons in the air, lift the rainproof cloth on the ballista —"
"The city wall is in position, block the gap."
The commands were passed down one by one, and the messengers roared at the top of their lungs, as if they were using all their strength to shout out the last trace of courage.
… …
A wave of arrows swept over Freya's head, and she and everyone around her couldn't help but shrink their necks.
There was a road for carriage traffic near Fort Bunuo leading to Medao, but that road had long been blown up by the demons' spells, and the soldiers had to move along the riverbed of a stream. After crossing the bottom of a stone bridge, the walls of Medao village appeared in sight.
Behind them, traces of cave lizard archers could be seen – it was an underground creature that looked a bit like the lizardmen on the surface. However, they had brownish-yellow skin and pale eyes, and were more adapted to fighting in the dark. But there were more imps, and Freya could see their disgusting crimson skin at this distance.
"Knight Captain, there's a group of hellhounds behind us." Someone shouted in the wind and rain.
"Don't worry about them, tell me, is the flag still there?"
Someone looked back in the direction of Fort Bunuo. "Knight Captain, the flag is still there!"
"That's good, let's move on."
Another wave of arrows rained down, and the row of Whitelion Legion soldiers in front fell to the ground. Then three ballistae whistled through the crowd, one of which flew past Freya and hit Bess behind her. The straightforward girl screamed as she was dragged out of the horse and disappeared into the darkness in a flash.
"Bess!" Freya let out a miserable cry.
But Maynild shouted coldly, "Don't worry about her, any of us could die here. Keep moving forward with the will of the dead, everyone, don't look back."
The White Lion Legion's flag was passing through the battlefield.
… …
Marquis Balta was covered in blood as he watched the sacred white lion become smaller and smaller in the rainy night. An old man in the White Lion Legion once told him that the white lion had a soul. Back then, it had promised King Erik to turn into a heroic spirit to protect the White Lion Legion. Therefore, the soul of the legion was entrusted to this lion.
Of course, this was just a legend.
Marquis Balta never believed such a ridiculous rumor, but he had to admit that such a soul did exist in the White Lion Legion. But it was not entrusted to the lion, but to everyone in the legion.
The cavemen had been repelled, leaving corpses between the broken walls. They were originally cannon fodder, but it was a pity that many of the White Lion Legion would forever be buried in this wave of attack.
The soldiers on the city wall watched as the cavemen flooded the ruins like a receding tide, but many huge figures appeared behind them — hellhounds and brute devils appeared on the battlefield.
The second wave of attack came in the blink of an eye.
"Be careful of the sky."
"Martha above, there's no end to this." Someone looked at the ugly creatures in the darkness and could not help but mutter, "Do you think the nobles behind will come to support us?"
"You're daydreaming."
A burst of low laughter filled the city wall. In the midst of this laughter, Marquis Balta wiped his face and turned back to ask, "Where are we now?"
"It seems that we have reached the predetermined attack location, my lord."
Ten minutes left. Balta nodded.
What answer could they give in ten minutes?
Perhaps no one on the entire battlefield could give a clear answer. Hundreds of cave lizard archers were skillfully shooting on the temporary wall of Medao village. An orange light shrouded their heads, providing both magical protection and preventing the rain from dampening the longbows.
To be honest, this was a little redundant in Maynild's eyes — they had no long-range attack ability at all. The humans had run out of ammunition and food, and their high-level combat power had been wiped out. Greysword Saint-mephistopheles and the powerful vampire under that guy had lured the Demon King away from the battlefield, but the remaining Holy Cathedral Knight of the Holy Cathedral of Fire was getting fewer and fewer.
Master Fleetwood was in the sky restricting the demon's air force, but his ability to delay was significantly weakened. More and more brute devils were liberated and joined the battlefield.
Maynild took out her pocket watch and glanced at it.
The siege ladder had been set up.
In front, the soldiers of the White Lion Legion in silver-gray armor took the lead in attacking. They climbed up the siege ladder and attacked the temporary wall, but the attack in front had been blocked twice. There were Taurens behind the wall, and there were quite a few of them. The human soldiers were just sending themselves to their deaths.
She soon realized this.
There was not much time left. When the soldiers of the White Lion Legion were blocked for the third time, Maynild drew her sword. She glanced back and saw that Erouine's flag was still on the wall of Fort Bunuo.
But perhaps only Lady Martha knew how long it could last.
"Freya, come with me. This time I will personally lead the charge. If we don't succeed, let us die on the way."
"Lord Knight Captain …"
"We don't have time anymore."
… …
(PS: = =, I fell asleep on the table while typing yesterday, so I made up today. I was wrong. There are two chapters in total and one more to follow.) (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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