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Hegist, the Horacian chieftain, was a madman. When I heard the news that a great army was coming from the east, I sent messengers to form an alliance, but there was no news.
Suddenly, I heard that people were dying in the west, and I dispatched riders on horseback, but again, it was all good news.
The battle in the forest was confident because of the rush, but the warriors of the forest died without hesitation, either because ghosts roared.
Now I have to go to the next place, but I feel like I'm caught in a snare, and I can't do this or that.
The Bedouins were similar to the habits of the nomads. After the invasion, I just killed them all, pressed them down, sat down, and pulled out what I could and ate as much as I could, and then moved again.
Hegist had to make a decision. There were 30,000 tribesmen underneath him. But even before they made their decision, a large force appeared and surrounded them.
I needed another decision. This is a cathedral. All men over the age of 10 have been recruited. There was a lot of looting and a lot of equipment. It won't fit them.
Either way, Hegist sacrifices a strong adult man and raises his fighting will. Irmin, the Great Giant, is watching.
On a foggy morning, Albrecht's northern army and Hegist's army face each other in the field.
Nevertheless, Albrecht saw a lot of child-looking enemies.
"Oh, my God, what are they doing? ’
The boys wore thick quilts that didn't fit, and held their shields and filums in loose-fitting helmets. It seemed too heavy to them.
Most of the Bedouin army was wearing combat makeup. Blue, red, and black were painted all over my face. Everyone was opening their eyes, but it seemed pretty threatening.
Either way, Albrecht has ordered us to form up. Over 8,000 troops, except for the supply troops, quickly formed a left and right wing.
Randolf has the right, Herman has the left. Albrecht was in the center.
The armies of this era were mainly right-wing by the general commander, but were purposefully central to allow him to gain experience.
While maneuvering, I let him assist Randolph without interviewing Richard to gain experience. The larger the army, the higher the difficulty of command.
Seeing me by my side leading an army of almost 10,000 was a precious experience I could not learn elsewhere.
I trained soldiers who had been in the Crusades as infantry commanders or senior soldiers, so I was almost 10,000, but I was quickly formed before the morning passed.
Rangers were in the center, and Northern warriors stood by as reserve infantry. It was a troop deployed when an ally was breached or a victory was captured.
The opponent appears to be roughly 10,000, but there are many young Anna elders who may not be able to do it. They just lay dead by their side, with no form.
It was long enough to be 10,000, and it might be appropriate to show off the dominance, but it was foolish in an army that needed to pursue extreme efficiency in limited circumstances.
Albrecht once thought he wanted to make the world a better place by doing well. But ironically, what he did best was fight and kill people.
The war to end the war, the declaration of war against the world, and the battlefield failed for three long years. I have been busy living through the area.
Now the time has come to wager everything in front of you. No matter what kind of fight you have to wager, every time.
Albrecht was stronger than anyone and had monstrous physical abilities, but he knew that true strength comes from walking on everything. That is why we have never lost.
Albrecht, unlike before, is now trying to deal with the devil. The more he tried to get rid of it, the more painful he became and the darker the shadow became. You hear the devil's words and you know what will be spilled.
I thought taming demons was like raising a dog. Just as I had to walk my dog around a lot, I also had to let the devil go once.
The place called the battlefield was a good place to unleash the devil. This is the place where the limit has been released.
Albrecht leaps in front of his army with his helmet in one hand.
I swept through the soldiers, but the experienced soldiers didn't seem to have much fear, but I could see their hands trembling with spears.
Albrecht sees his enemies. I was wearing combat makeup together, my eyes wide open. And everyone was holding a round shield with a pointed ring in the middle.
Albrecht himself thought it was a threat enough for a soldier in the first place, even if he was fine with it. Besides, you must have seen a display of people brutally murdered on the way here.
A breeze of moisture blows in from the west and sweeps away the grass in the plain. At the same time, the various flags of the northern army were flaring.
Albrecht looks up at the sky. The clear sky resembling the color of Albrecht's eyes looked cloudy.
The wind blows endlessly. Are they coming with rain clouds? I thought it might rain today. Albrecht's blonde hair continues to flutter.
Albrecht turns his blue eyes back to the soldiers. I've been running around with Schwarz. Schwarz, who grew a thin beard, breathes a harsh breath unlike before.
At that time, the opposing team comes forward with a warrior, almost Hermann's size.
You take off your hatchet with both hands. He painted all over his face, neck and chest with raw materials mixed with water and charcoal powder.
He looks at Albrecht's army and cries out in a heartbeat.
“Urahhhh!”
A loud shout echoes through the fields.
“Urahhhh!”
10,000 Bedukent warriors responded to the oncoming warriors, raising their voices in unison. The warrior continues to scream. He looks at Albrecht, staring straight at him.
Albrecht turns his head again to look at his soldiers. Surprisingly, I saw many frightened soldiers. That's because we haven't been in combat.
It was better to show it once than to give a speech with a hundred words. Albrecht reaches out to Richard and gives him the axe.
“Look at how your king fights! ”
The thunderous shout of the Bedukind warrior echoes from Albrecht as if it were a mosquito. The soldiers are furious and look at their king.
Albrecht takes his helmet off and leaps from Schwarz, flying his red cape through the middle of the battlefield.
Albrecht was a monster, but now he's in his 20s. I felt the blood rushing through my body like lava.
Albrecht thought he could fly if he ran like this. So I ran.
Albrecht flies to a height that no man can jump. Both allies and enemies on the battlefield were shocked. Among them were the warriors who came forward.
Albrecht flew a few meters to the threshold. The golden armor received the light of the sun heading towards noon. It seemed like another small sun was rising in the middle of the battlefield.
Albrecht slowly slows down again at the critical point and starts falling on the warrior. You hold the axe with both hands and push it up. The acceleration slows down quickly in an instant.
The warrior realizes that the sun in the sky is falling on him, flying a red cloak.
Peek! Peek!
Albrecht loads himself at the acceleration after landing, lightly leaping forward a few steps past the warrior and stopping. There was not a drop of blood on the axe.
A two-meter warrior slowly splits vertically behind Albrecht and collapses, spilling his brains, intestines, blood and all kinds of contents.
What the hell is this? What did I just see? Everyone on the battlefield, apart from Albrecht, is temporarily brain-dead.
The merchants who came to watch the battle from afar reacted similarly. Is it God's will?
The wind is still blowing, the flags are flailing, and Albrecht's cape flies roughly.
Yurgen and Rishar have dragged Schwarz here in a surprise. Albrecht cries out when he sees them.
“What are you doing?! Without giving the go-ahead! ”
Then you climb up to Schwarz and return to your camp. The sound of gunfire trumpets echoes through the fields.
“Advance to the 7th Infantry! ”
“Fifteen infantry advance! ”
When the advance orders from the infantry commanders came, the soldiers marched bravely and vigorously, unlike what they had feared before.
Albrecht runs in front of them and sweeps the soldiers away. The soldiers' hearts beat. The king is watching us!
“Fear not the barbarians! Be brave! I will fight with you! Advance bravely!”
Albrecht provokes his soldiers with a continuous shout that shakes heaven and earth.
The soldiers feel like their hearts are pounding. It was not fear, but excitement and thrill. I didn't think I could learn without shouting.
“Long live the King in the North! ”
A soldier shouted, even though no one had ordered it. Then the other soldier followed, shouting, spreading at the crack of dawn.
“Long live the King in the North! ”
It was as if the soldiers were constantly shouting, "Long live the King of the North."
Randolph, a right-wing man, leads 700 knights and charges into the opposing team's left flank. Randolph seemed to have a heart attack, too.
“Long live the King in the North! ”
Randolph shouts aloud along with the 700 Knights. The symbolic flags of each family flutter.
The Bedouins weren't talking. In the beginning, it was wrong to recruit the elderly and the young.
Military numbers aren't the only good thing. What if our colleagues, who are supposed to lay down their lives against each other's shoulders, were to collapse soon? What if he's a kid?
This way, strong and brave adult men will start thinking about running away. You'll die fighting with an old man and a child.
Eventually, a boy painted his face with combat makeup tried to run away with his pee in his pants. Then, a warrior on a horse chases him and kills him.
The Bedouins had warriors riding horses, but not as organized cavalry, like Albrecht.
You run behind their armies, killing the fugitives and thrashing the soldiers.
Their chieftain Hegist shouts.
“The Giant Irmin will eat the souls of the fugitives! Charge, all of you! God is watching! ”
The Bedukind were also known as combatants. That's how much looting has been brought to life, and the war has left them stranded.
Their only tactic and strength was a blind man who did not fear death. To do so, fraud and vigor were paramount.
However, the golden man did not give me strength. It was that their strengths did not work.
But barbaria exerted an incomprehensible power. A warrior rushes forward screaming.
“Irmin! Look down! Ahhhh!”
Then the hatchling warriors rush forward. There was nothing in progress. In the beginning, he was left and right without forming an army.
Kwazzik! Puebuck!
Randolph then leads the knights into a collision with the enemy's left wing. The opposing Pokémon's left wing collapses. No, there was no left-wing, so it had to be left.
A Knight Charge was meant to destroy the opposing team's camp. I couldn't kill 10,000 enemies, even if it meant defeating them. I was tired of talking. The rest of you have to sweep away the fallen infantry.
However, the army of Bedukind lunges forward as if they were drunk with barbaric and rabid drugs, swooping from their left flank or not.
Shoot him, Puebuck!
Hundreds of arrows fired from Wilhelm's command are pouring down on the Bedouins. Nevertheless, they did not know to stop.
The raiding party of the Bedouins reaches the Union infantry. The Northern troops who formed infantry troops at intervals soon encountered each other, and the gap was long.
Spears protrude across the shield like hedgehogs, killing the warriors of Vidu Kint.
“Stab!”
“Whoa!”
Soldiers stab and pull their spears together under the command of the infantry commander. Dozens of Bedouins collapsed each time. In total, there were hundreds of them.
The centre is held up like an iron wall by the enemy, and Hermann swings his sword from the left to drive the Vidu Kints away.
Naturally, the Northern Army surrounded the enemies like rice air, and the Bedouins were embedded in the rice air. Randolph sweeps from the enemy's left and tries to close the rice air.
The Bedouins cling to you as if they were fleeing head-on.
Without a tactic, they threw what looked like harpoons rather than spears into the Northern Guard's shield.
There is a heavy addition between the elongated window blade and the handle, and the soldier misses the shield due to the weight as the window bends as it hits the shield.
Then the Bedouins rush forward, dragging out the Northern soldiers and tearing them apart. The soldier in the back fever quickly fills a hole, but that's how the soldiers started to do their damage everywhere.
Among them were soldiers who were hit on the head by stones thrown into the sling or seriously injured. Sling had surprisingly high accuracy. It was scarier than a bow in a short distance.
Randolph leads his knights and charges at the enemy. He has a commander, but his infantry forces are being pushed. Albrecht has dispatched reserve Northern warriors there.
Hrrolf and Gunnar lead the warriors there. You make the soldiers move to the thinner side, straightening up their shields and slapping them with a slap.
“Warlord Ferdin! Give me strength! ”
Gunnar gives a loud shout and swipes his Illudian sword into the siege.
The Illudian sword cuts through the enemy's helmet and armory like it's nothing. The Northern Warriors were showing the true nature of the massacre.
However, the troops had to advance together in response to the outcropping. But the soldiers don't seem to be able to do that. Stabbing and killing unilaterally also consumed a lot of health.
Leave the left-wing to Hermann, and Albrecht tries to run into the center to lead his own troops.
However, Schwarz was exhausted, just running for command. Albrecht looks straight down at Schwarz's eyes. Schwarz also sighed at his master, exhaling a harsh breath.
“Friend, let's fight together. We can still fight. I want to fight with you. ”
Albrecht and Schwarz looked at each other for a while. The days that I spent with Schwarz in Albrecht's head passed by like a juma. Alone on a lonely journey and numerous battles.
Albrecht draws the Illudian blade with his left hand. You hold an axe in your right hand and a sword in your left. You grab Schwarz's belt and head for the enemy.
“Out of my way! I will defeat my enemies!" Follow me! ”
Vicky runs to the enemy, Albrecht holding Schwarz's belt.
Soldiers near Albrecht place their spears and draw their swords to support Albrecht. They were breathing heavily with sweat.
The soldiers wear golden armor, flailing their red cloaks, and see the king, with his horse, facing his enemies.
Everyone thought they were going to fall soon, but they solemnly swore that even if they died, they would protect the king's back.
“You little rascals! What kind of fighting nation are you? ”
Albrecht shouts out loud, clutching a brace in one hand, wielding an axe in the other, and slaying his enemies.
The Bedouins beside you rush in to kill their beloved Schwarz. Albrecht pauses, wielding his swords and axes in both hands, sweeping his enemies away like a storm.
In an instant, dozens of Bedouins are torn apart and collapsed on the floor. Soldiers follow you, checking them out. The soldiers were more comfortable with their shields and spears.
After a whirlwind of swords and axes has swept past the Bedouins, Albrecht advances again holding Schwarz's belt.
The frenzy and drunkenness of Vidoukin finally diminishes. They try to escape Albrecht, but there are already blockages everywhere.
Zolio was stabbed to death by foot soldiers, and behind him Randolph, who blocked the escape route, led the knights and massacred them completely. In doing so, the Bedouins, completely surrounded by siege nets, were slaughtered.
How much time has passed. The breeze that has been damp since morning drives the rain clouds. The rain clouds shed a few tears, and suddenly they started to burst into tears.
More than 10,000 Bedouins have gathered and died in the middle of the northern army, surrounded by circles.
It was as if someone had collected the bodies. Among the bodies on the inside, you can also see Vidoukin, who dug up the ground and buried his head.
There are Albrecht and Schwarz among the dead. Schwarz sits down and breathes. I think that's it. Albert.
Albrecht glances at his friend.
“Long live the King in the North! ”
The northern army of Albrecht praises their king in the unstoppable rain. Blood flowing from the bodies of the Bedukins makes a river out of the rain.
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