The Amber Sword

Baron Rodu's army is rapidly crumbling. The cadets of Wang Li Knights College were driving hundreds of broken soldiers forward. The 7th Swordsman Battalion of the Hong Kong Guard on the front of Evergreen Tree Square was first under pressure, and the fearless aristocratic militia had to cross their positions, like survivors grabbing the last straw.

The Hong Kong Guard and the fleeing crusaders even engaged in fierce confrontations. Ironically, the fleeing aristocratic militia turned over and played ten times more vicious in the face of their former allies, turning them into red-eyed lunatics by their survival instincts.

Behind them are long guns that drive away their cold light.

This is a little different from the script anticipated by Sir Maloser, Captain of the Seventh Swordsman's Battalion of the Port Ambessel Guard, who not only really showed up, but actually crashed into one of her men. It was just that the collision was so definitely fierce that not only did it randomly destroy Rodu's army, but it also seemed to have spotted them at a glance.

The princess is fierce, proportional to Maloser's increasingly pale face, but what now? Mr. Chi, who had hardly ever truly fought to kill his enemies in his life, looked back at his companion.

In the heavy rain, the young man dressed in the armor of the Legion of White Lions pressed his long sword and muttered, like a marble statue, leaving the water beads to slide down from his forehead and cheek, completely unresolved.

“Got caught! ”

“How did you find out? ”

“Perhaps this is not the time to think about it. ”

He raised his head and his grey blue eyes reflected a little cold light on a row of spears, flashing a light of reason: in that case, let's change the play.

On top of the clouds, lightning is winding a brilliant trajectory -

……

“Balta, you have a good student.” Reard-Dullo, when taking orders from his subordinates, gave a euphemism in his eyes and said it softly.

The Marquis of Balta shook his head: “Her Royal Highness is not weak either, it is not like an Ovewell pen. Makaro was less assertive. He seemed to have a commander we were all unfamiliar with. The battle power of the Hong Kong Guard was worrying. Owen seemed to be trying to stall each other with his strength. ”

“As we once did in Lonesh," the old man looked in the direction of the port, in his sight, a gray-covered roof: “It was like a giant meat grinder, slowly, flowing through the last drop of Eluin's blood. ”

“Mr. Priest, this is not about you.” Laird glanced at the Guest next to him and replied with a faint glance.

The man smiled and didn't care: “Once upon a time, we were wrong, and there was nothing to avoid. The Holy War was imminent, and the Temple did not wish to create new misunderstandings because of the old divisions. ”

The old man glanced at him and neither agreed nor objected to the statement.

“The old captain…” Balta was a little restless.

“Now you're the leader, Balta," the old man replied, "don't worry, I won't blame Owen for that. Winning and losing always comes first in the war, he has a good plan, and it's good to fool people with more and fewer people...”

“But…”

“Her Royal Highness is going to suffer this time, and on this battlefield, it is the blood of the Eruites. Why not a bunch of good guys, too bad...” The old man shook his head.

The sky is getting brighter.

But that's not how it works.

The news coming back clearly tells Brando that the Harbor Guard is changing tactics. But gossip, this is not a fun way, especially if the intention is so obvious - Brando can't help laughing - that the General of the Hong Kong Guard decided to fight him in the alley.

Hahaha, he almost didn't laugh twice to express the pleasure in his heart - Kurko, Pragues, Ambessel, Soo's pain, White City's blood, no need to remember, a classic battle like a textbook came to his mind.

But more importantly...

He was personally involved.

He fought with the Krutz, with Madara, with the return of all things, even with the inhabitants of the Dark Minor, not with the third-rate Harbour Guard of Ambesseur.

He turned around, and he was next to someone.

Rocca Van den Elvis, Enroque Isaac, Freya Alicia, Eruin's famous Sanjay, two cavalry tactical amalgamators, one Eluin's goddess of martial arts; and Brayson of Butch, a strong man who could lead a group of guard knights to kill a bloody path from the hands of ‘One-Eyed Dragon' Tagus, and the Royal Knights Commander, Muko.

Eluin's future most famous young people surrounded him with stars that had truly changed an era and pulled Eluin out of the darkest of history. Though brief, it is also temporarily impressive.

Eruin's defeat was not too much.

This time, the other party is really looking for a way to die.

Perhaps the general opposite will never think of the speed at which war will change in the next century on the Vaughn continent because of the players' participation. It was a dark, war-torn era, but it was definitely an era supported by the ideals of genius and madness - a time of great magnitude.

Now it's always right, but the future doesn't necessarily apply.

“Rocha, Enroque, Freya, Bresson, Muko, they tried to stall us with alley warfare," Brando looked at the battlefield ahead and smiled softly: “They wanted to turn this place into a flesh mill, didn't they sleep in tactical class? ”

Muko stared at him coldly, and the other party's previous orders didn't seem to go wrong now, but that wasn't great, at best it was just mediocre. If they did, maybe they could do better.

Bresson didn't answer either. The change in front of Brando was too great for him. In fact, the other side had been undergoing a transformation since Butch's escape. Although he didn't want to admit it once, he had to say that the young man in front of him was no longer the son of the miller he despised.

It's just that the grievances between the two have been resolved, but that doesn't mean he has to stand on the other side.

Of the four, only Rocha Van den Elvis smiled a little and didn't really care. The young man, dressed in the black uniform of Wang Li Knight College, with long light gold hair and ponytails, looked a little grumpy and had not even completely detached from the mark left by Wang Li Knight College on this group of people, slightly greenish, but had initially been named as stable.

In fact, he has always been the head of the Sanjie in history. Rocca Van den Elvis is the eldest son of the family, whose father is an unidentified and small nobleman in Vieiro Province, and whose family has never been a great figure in history, except for Rocca, no doubt.

Historically, Rocha Van den Elvis played with Sifah's army by herself, and because of his gentle personality, he was called the 'sword without a sheath’ - an illustration that, once revealed, would surely never be forward-looking and impenetrable.

It's just a pity that this sheathless sword didn't get out of the sheath in time to die from the war of the Expedition North or even to participate in the Second Black Rose War.

This is arguably one of Eruin's greatest regrets.

This time, of course, Brando is sure not to let that regret happen again. The reason why he gathered these young people around him was also because he feared that they would die by accident in this Ambessel war, for example, Enroque, one of the three, would end up dying of an arrow.

However, sharp swords cannot be forged without experiencing sharpening.

Brando knows that too, and he can only be as cautious as possible.

“Lord, this is not a good idea. The Hong Kong Guard itself outnumbered us and took advantage of the land. I'm afraid if they fought us in the alley, we wouldn't be able to handle it.” Enroque rode on the horse, his dark hair sparkling and answering with a smile.

This guy is a little bit like Caglis at the moment, distinct from his later silent indiscriminate personality; his relationship with Rocha is better, even once commensurate with each other's brother, and it must have been a change in him under the double blow of the kingdom's decline and Rocha's death. Brando thought a little sympathetically.

“That's not necessarily true.” He laughed: “Forget that I was invited by Her Royal Highness to teach you a lesson today. In fact, it's as simple as knocking Rodu down the Hong Kong Guard. ”

“Bragging.” Muko came to the conclusion very directly from the ground.

“Ha ha, that's not necessarily true,” Brando said with a smile. “Muko, why don't we make a bet. If I can do this, why don't you do something for me? ”

The young man with the gray hair looked at him and said, "What is it? ”

“Come and be my squire, how about that?” Brando laughed unwillingly for a while, and later the Iron Knight Commander came to serve himself as a waiter. He still remembered the trouble this guy had caused their players.

It has to be said that Brando is in essence still a cautious guy.

Of course, as for failing? Joke, that's something he didn't think about.

Muko was silent, and of course he understood that the other party would not make such a bet for no reason. Young is fearless, though, and he nodded at the end: "Have you lost? ”

“I'll be your deputy. ”

“Meeko.” Freya couldn't help but remind me that Brando was the most familiar person in the audience, only that she couldn't find a second person.

But the grey-haired young man just looked at her and said, "Don't worry, Freya, I won't embarrass him too much. ”

“I'm afraid you're embarrassed...” The future goddess of martial arts has no words in her heart.

“Well, the contract is in place.” Brando laughed: “You guys come here, I'll tell you how to fight this war...”

In fact, soon, Freya's fears became a reality.

Brando started issuing orders...

The next moment, the cavalry of Wang Li Knight Academy began to move in the direction his sword blade pointed in, looking out from above the birds, as if a giant sharp arrow had broken out countless tentacles, and the cavalry was splitting into knockouts, winding along large and small alleys.

Almost instantaneously.

In the darkness, all the White Lion Regiments up and down, watching closely what happens above this huge battlefield, have changed their faces.

Countless reconnaissance posts are crossing back and forth between the front line and the rear, and after a multifaceted convergence of ambiguous information, a clear picture is presented to all.

The command of the White Lion Legion was caught in a panic.

“How do they work together!? ”

“The other party is crazy! ”

“Martha on, it's impossible! ”

Everyone is completely stuck.

In the direction of Evergreen Square--

In fact, in front of this square, is a dense and numb shopping area, and at this moment Baron Rodu's collapsed soldiers are hitting their friendly positions from all directions through these all-round alleys. Behind them, the young knights of the Royal Knights College scrupulously executed their tactics - the young knights formed a team to drive out the mutilated soldiers, while at any moment dismantling, reconstituting and forming a tactical group constantly bypassing the flanks of the positions surrounding the Harbour Guard.

In just ten minutes, the junior general of the Hong Kong Guard experienced a long, overwhelming nightmare. This has gone beyond the common sense they have learned on all occasions that enemies can be present at any time and in any direction where they wish to appear in order to attack their positions.

They built a standard line of defense entirely in accordance with the classics provided by officers of the White Lion Corps, which was almost unbeatable before such an offensive.

Prior to this position, the attack of the Princess's side, as if it were real, flowing water, the whole army moved, the mercury lagoon.

The situation is radically changing.

“How they maintain the chain of command! ”

“Cinema crystal?! Impossible, on such a vast battlefield, any magical communications will interfere with each other - listen up! Even a Buga wizard couldn't have done it!” Foster, the leader of the First Close Guard of the White Lion Corps, almost yelled at his deputy.

The deputy is pale and can only be a winner.

But perhaps it was the deputy's smile that finally made Foster realize that this anger was not helping to change the situation, and he couldn't help but raise his head a little rigidly.

Staring at the huge map hanging right in the middle of the tent...

Above the map… the line of defense of the Harbour Guard described by the bright red line appears to be so heavy, clumsy and sore at this moment… it appears to be a silent mockery of the entire White Lion Corps.

But this is an absolute standard line of defense.

Even in Cruz, there is no better example in the infantry classics of that mighty empire than this line of defense, which is heavy and clumsy, but equally robust and impossible to bypass.

It's impeccable.

Each of its defensive focuses is so precise, as if it had been refined by a thousand hammers and corrected by generations. He's like a retarded giant, facing it, with only two results —— let it drain the last drop of blood, or let it drain the last drop of blood itself.

It's like a perfect meat grinder.

It's your life, it's the enemy's life. There is no alternative to a positive breakthrough. The White Lion Regiment, Owen and Maloser have carefully arranged this flesh battlefield, ready to allow Her Royal Highness to shed the last drop of blood here.

But as they were prepared to play this heavy punch, they found their enemies disintegrated in front of them and then penetrated into their bodies without any holes.

For a moment.

The giant's enormous body became his own greatest enemy.

A solid line of defence seemed to fall into a precarious state of sight, yet everyone did not even understand what was happening.

They will never understand how the cadets at the Royal Knight Academy turned the army into a scattered sand; in all common sense, it was a precursor to the collapse of an army, a suicide, and even Baron Rodu himself explained it perfectly a moment ago.

But between the turns, that black cavalry completely obliterated the common sense.

They don't understand...

Brando is doing the same with another means, just as he doesn't understand the radical and profound changes that another world radio has brought to the battlefield after World War I.

It's not his fault.

Players even have more sophisticated means to achieve this than he does.

But that's enough for Brando.

The wind and rain interweave, and the young man with blonde hair raises his hand and looks up at the fine spider on his hand, and then simply ties the note up to make the fairy-like creature disappear into the storm.

He turned around and looked silently in the direction of the man, and there was a fire in his heart.

Nobody understands better than him what this war in Ambesseur is destined to change.

It's not more than a minute before or after this fight.

It is destined to be forever recorded in history.

When Foster retrieved his sight from the map, he finally realized that he might have made a mistake. He looked at his men, the young men of the White Lion Corps, who still looked incredible.

“My lord, how exactly did they do that?” Some are even asking questions.

“This is not the point," Foster interrupted them with some disappointment, hoping that the future of the White Lion Corps would be calmer and more acute: “The point now is that the Hong Kong Guard is doomed to defeat and that the aftermath of Rota will not be long. ”

Young people glistened and immediately lit up.

“Well, it seems as if you all understand," Foster nodded: “It is time for the lions of the kingdom to show their claw teeth ahead of schedule. ”

Everybody is serious.

“Pass the order to Owen and put him back in his position. ”

“Franz, I want to see you and your knights in the same spot at the time of booking. ”

“Conn, put on your cape and you can get ready to go. ”

“The Imperial Lion...”

“Sharp as hell!” The knights drank, all standing upright, and then turned around to salute the captain as a knight.

A young man came in with them by mistake.

“Lord Commander, an army is passing through the Lonesome Market near the flanks of the Port Guard. ”

Quiet in the tent.

Foster glanced back at the giant map, “That's Karen's area of responsibility, what's the flag? ”

The young man was somewhat embarrassed and unanswered.

“Answer my question, soldier.” Foster asked some serious questions.

“It is the White Lion flag… my lord. ”

Foster slightly flashed.

“Which white lion flag?” He hurriedly asked, almost outraged: “Who acted without my command? ”

“Yes…”

“What is it? ”

“It is the White Lion Corps… the Guardian Corps.” The young man replied stubbornly.

“Guard Corps?” As soon as Foster stays, does the White Lion Corps have this number?

… there seems to be, the number of the ‘infantry knight' who followed the conquest of the first King Ekdong, but after the death of the first King Ekdong, this number has been vacated forever. To pay tribute to the ‘lion' of Eluin.

Foster's complexion changed.

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(PS: I've been thinking about it for a while, and I've been looking for feelings this afternoon, and whoops, listening to countless songs. By the way, from now on, I'll have some paperwork ready for the end of the month. Remember to leave your tickets.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)