Honorary General Davy rode on a golden horse, leading the soldiers on a journey. He was in high spirits, leading a group of cavalry at the front of the army. The 70,000 strong army left Pirate's Bay, heading towards Sand City. Prince Zeon was at the front of the army. He was also riding a fine horse, but there was an iron wall of heavy cavalry guarding him. There were also three rows of magicians behind him.
General Gilbert was at the back, his expression dark and unhappy. His subordinates knew that this journey had made him very unhappy.
The vast desert at the southern end of the Luas Empire was ruled by the people of the desert. They had a very long and unique culture. Not only did they have their own writing and language, but they also had a strange magic.
This mysterious place had been an independent kingdom for a long time. It was only when the Luas Empire conquered Dibalian that it became part of the Luas Empire. However, this place was still governed by the royal family of the Holy Sands. After King Luas was killed by the Demon King, Marquis Bolef didn't respond to any news, nor did he send reinforcements.
He might have betrayed the Luas Empire and wanted to regain his independence. If Prince Zeon wanted to get an army from Bolef, relying on this 70,000 strong army would be like sending sheep to a tiger's den.
Thinking of this, Gilbert clamped his legs together and came to the prince's side from the back of the army.
"Your Highness, we haven't gone too far. Please reconsider. The 23 ministers who support you left the coast last night. I'm afraid they went to the archipelago. If you lose their support, your position will be shaken. We have 70,000 soldiers now. As far as I know, Hilaire doesn't have a decent army in the archipelago. As long as we … "
"Enough, Gilbert! I've had enough of your cowardly suggestion. What I need now is not the support of those weak ministers, but strong soldiers. "
Prince Zeon turned around and cursed angrily.
"The current situation doesn't allow for any hesitation! I must gather an army as soon as possible and wipe out the enemies who invaded our territory. This is what I should do as the king! Instead of abandoning my people and hiding in those islands that are cut off from the rest of the world! If you say this again, I'll strip you of your military rank. "
Gilbert lowered his head, and the prince sped up, leaving him behind. He shouted at the people in front of him to speed up.
His guards passed by Gilbert and gave him a look of disdain. These guys were all brainless supporters of Prince Zeon.
Because they were traveling light, their speed was very fast. On the third day, they left the Pirate's Bay and arrived at the Tianhai Bridge. It was a huge bridge that spanned across the strait. Turbulent waves roared at the bottom of the bridge. Once someone fell, they would be crushed by the waves.
After crossing the bridge and passing through a wasteland, they would be able to see the desert. Prince Zeon did not hesitate to order them to cross the bridge.
Looking at the crowded bridge, General Gilbert had an ominous premonition.
"General, His Highness ordered my 4th Cavalry Regiment and your 1st Cavalry Regiment to bring up the rear. He also ordered me to learn from you."
David appeared in front of him with a group of young people. This was the last person he wanted to see, a person who was blinded by glory.
"Then you should have your men get into formation and not walk around randomly. If the enemy appears, your men will become our biggest stumbling block."
Hearing this, the smile on David's face froze. He lowered his head sadly and said, "Please don't worry, there won't be any enemies here. My men are just making space for the people crossing the bridge."
Gilbert ignored him, and the latter could only leave resentfully.
However, just as David let a few of his brothers line up, a red smoke suddenly rose from the mountains.
Looking at the ominous red smoke, everyone's heart trembled.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy in the east! "
The herald immediately shouted, and the troops were thrown into chaos. The soldiers rushed to the bridge, and David's troops were also in a mess. He was also confused by the soldiers who were walking around randomly. He could not tell where his troops were, and could only hold the flag and shout desperately.
Only Gilbert's troops were calm. The soldiers were still standing in the same place, looking ahead with torch-like eyes.
Sure enough, the enemy appeared, and their numbers were huge. They appeared from the ridge and covered the mountain top. There were so many of them that it was enough to drown them.
"Run!"
Everyone shouted. Seeing this scene, many soldiers lost their will to fight and fled. To them, there was only one way to survive, and that was to cross the bridge.
This idea cost many of them their lives. The already crowded bridge was immediately blocked, and many people screamed and fell. If this continued, they would lose a lot of men before they could fight the enemy.
"What are you waiting for? Go and block the bridge! "
Gilbert shouted at David. The latter felt dizzy, and before he could understand what Gilbert meant, he heard the sound of battle.
The knights drew their swords, and the light of magic attached to the sword shone brightly. The magic of courage made the horses fearless, and the footmen chanted a short but powerful spell to dispel the fear in their hearts, and let the power surge.
The Evil Spirits that blotted out the sky and covered the earth rushed over. Like a wave crashing onto a black reef, they instantly collapsed.
But they had the advantage in numbers. The endless number of enemies kept coming, and the soldiers did not stop their swords, desperately blocking the enemy's attacks.
Gilbert looked back and saw that the bridge was still blocked. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Hold!"
Then he rode his horse back and rushed onto the bridge. With a loud roar, the crowd was blown away, and many people fell directly under the bridge. He blocked the bridge and shouted, "Line up! Or stay and fight to the death! Choose! "
He shouted, and the soldiers were too scared to do anything. The bridge was cleared, and David's face was full of guilt.
"I want to stay!"
He gritted his teeth and shouted.
Gilbert glared at him and shouted, "Take your men and cross the bridge! Tell the prince that the enemy is close, and don't let down your guard. Also, be careful of Marquis Buref! "
Before he finished, he whipped David's horse. The horse neighed, lost control, and rushed onto the bridge.
Gilbert looked back, and the soldiers beside him continued to rush onto the bridge. The enemy was about 50 meters away, and they could not hold on any longer. Fortunately, most of the soldiers had already crossed the bridge.
Suddenly, he pulled out the spear on his back and nailed it to the bridge, blocking the soldiers behind.
The soldiers looked at him in panic, and Gilbert looked at everyone and said, "We will stay and let the future generations sing our praises!"
After saying that, he waited for the last person on the bridge to step onto the other side of the bridge. Then, he turned around and slashed. With a thunderous roar, the long spear in his hand shattered the crossbeam of the bridge. With a loud bang, the bridge collapsed.
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