The Amber Sword

With that in mind, Matthew couldn't help but sigh and shook his head and stopped thinking about things that were too far away from him. All he had to think about was how to take down the Tonigars' defensive line, which the nobles had already taken down three or four villages, but with little success, and the Tonigars retreated to the southern bank of the Old River to build. And they followed, with Baron Graham from Blackwater Bay walking fastest, and earlier sources saying he had already taken down Emden, not far west of here, presumably joining the assault arrows in the direction of Alta.

“Faster!” Matthew rubbed his frozen hands and shouted to his men: "Take down the manor in front and do whatever you want. Women, belongings, are all yours, but hurry up and don't ask anyone to take it first! ”

The knights promised, but the infantrymen still looked numb, and those things didn't end up on them anyway. In this weather, they dragged their steps forward or couldn't get their heads down anywhere anymore, just because they had the knights' swords hanging over their heads.

In this mood, these rigid soldiers finally climbed onto the beach, and the knights let the archers shoot a wave of rockets into the forest first, but in this weather, the temperature was too low, the bow arms were brittle, the fire was not easy to light, and many bow strings were broken in one round, the wave of arrow rain could only be said to be worthless.

But Matthew didn't care, he immediately let the infantry move out of the battlefield to push into the forest. If the Tonigars' defense line was hidden outside the estate, the opponent had a well-maintained magic crossbow. In this climate, too, it would be lethal two hundred steps away, and the Tonigars' luxury would have to be scolded.

The sound of the bow strings sounded quickly, and the infantry in the front row fell several times, causing instant disturbances in the team. Matthew insinuated, but in such a situation, he was familiar with it. He immediately ordered the supervisory team to go forward and stabbed a number of defenseless soldiers, and then the team was reorganized.

Matthew knew very well that the small number of enemies was their greatest disadvantage and that as long as they remained steady on their side, the other side could not resist - the victory of previous battles, as they had taken it.

The Tonigars had indeed begun to withdraw, and now they were still defensively deep, but with far less troops. And when the other side loses even the space to retreat, it's time to make a real decision about the female male.

Matthew was very confident in this, and he saw that there were some broken cedar collar flags in the forest that kept retreating, and eventually something happened. Perhaps the flag bearer was killed, and the flag swayed and fell.

“Tony Gale's rats are back again!” At last, the rebels cheered, or rather thanked: “They dared not to fight us, to catch up, to kill them! ”

This is happening repeatedly throughout Mintai's battlefield.

The sudden rebels almost crushed the insurmountable Mintai local guards, and in most places Tonigars continued to retreat, withdraw and even be exterminated, except for sporadic resistance.

Matthew turned around and saw that the Welland direction had also raised the banner of the nobility of the South. On the one hand, the flag of occupation was being erected south of the Old River Beach, and the advance of the nobility army had begun to accelerate, or rather, the resistance of the Tonigars had become weaker.

“Looks like we're gonna win. ”

He thought so in his heart.

But it was at this time that the noble flag had just been erected on that hill in the direction of the Wayland ferry, and suddenly it collapsed.

Matthew happened to see the scene, and he saw a knight rush up the hill from the other side and cut the flag bearer off with a sword from the crowd.

Matthew was almost stunned to see it all. That must be the Tonigars' cavalry, but why are they still here at this time with a militant Vitality Army that, instead of retreating, has struck the coalition front?

Are these people crazy?

He watched as another knight appeared on the hill, and the poor aristocratic militiamen who had occupied the hill were killed without a trace of armor, and the knights threw the chopped noble flag on the ground in contempt.

Then another flag appeared on the hill.

It first revealed nothing but a spear tip engraved with the silver pattern of the sacred lilies of Elouin, and then the entire flag jumped from the back of the hill.

Matthew squinted his eyes.

That's not the White Lion Guard flag.

Nor is it the seal flag of the fir collar ——

It is a silver, windward square flag with ear-like textures, red ribbons surrounded by silver stars and white moons, and below the stars and moon is the holy emblem of the royal silver lilies of Corcova.

That's the star and moon lily flag that stands for Eluin.

Matthew's heart jumped heavily.

He quickly bit off the grass roots of his mouth and threw them up on the ground. He turned to his knights and yelled, "Team, team, let the spear move forward! ”

A row of knights appeared on the hill, then the second row, the third row, and they flushed down the hill in a neat line.

Silver armor gleams in the daylight, like a wave of silver, directly past the aristocratic militias who are panicking and fleeing under the hills.

In fact, there is another noble army situated close to here, but Matthew looked at that unlucky bastard's move and realized that they couldn't help themselves at all. He can only pray that those fucking idiots don't do themselves any favors.

“These Tonigars must be crazy...”

Matthew had a mess in his head at the moment, and he finally realized who his opponent was, the White Lion Knight of the Tonigals, who must have come from the direction of Alta.

But they dared to strike the coalition on the Old River front.

The noble knight not far from him finally reacted, hurrying to turn his spears, the whole team, but it was too late, the beach shook up, and a rolling silver wave had appeared in the distance.

Some began to scream backwards, and the thin front of the remaining spears could not stop that terrible army, which was crushed at once. Matthew saw with his own eyes that the noble knight had been stabbed down by a bullet and then crushed in the head, his eyes splattered with white brains and then landed in a pack of snow.

Their adversaries have no mercy and do not leave their hands because they are nobles, which is totally inconsistent with the rules of the war in Eru, and even the dead spirit of Madara will try to keep the noble knights alive so that they can later be redeemed for a generous ransom.

These people must be demons.

Matthew couldn't help but tremble. For the first time, he felt that his courage was not enough on the battlefield. Almost at that moment, he developed retrograde subconscious behavior, but his years of experience on the battlefield sobered him up.

There can be no retreat at this moment, retreat is death.

Suddenly several wizards appeared in the sky, these Salad wizards in blue robes flew past the sky above his head and went straight to those suddenly appearing White Lion knights - the Bukas! Matthew was fortunate to have been saved for a while, but there was some doubt in his mind. There were Bukan wizards watching the battlefield at all times in his direction. These silver folk reacted too quickly, and there were four of them on the move.

He fought alongside the coalition of nobles from Jean de Ner to this point, and had never seen so many Buga wizards appear on the battlefield. The most frequent of them was on the battlefield when they fought against the knights of the goddess of martial arts. It was said that the battle was astonishing, but unfortunately he had just missed it.

The scene of four silver wizards joining forces forced Matthew to boil his blood, even though he knew that he could not be seen by such a noble knight lord as Elouin, but could fight alongside these mighty beings, making him feel good about his journey.

The White Lion Knight has completely torn apart the 700-fold formation of the noble lord spear hand in front of him, like a hot knife cutting butter, without any hindrance. They continued to move forward and subsequently swallowed up those who had turned and fled, leaving virtually none alive, and the river had bloodshed for a moment.

The only remaining knights of the noble lord roared to greet them, but what awaited them was almost the end, and the legendary knights were even more terrible than they had imagined, and they were almost instantly torn apart.

Matthew had never seen such a bloody collision, and it was said that only in the few battlefields of the Second Jihad could a 70% loss ratio be struck if the red-eyed two sides were entangled. As for the one-of-a-kind battle, every soldier who had experienced such a nightmare was called a survivor of years of war.

His heart was almost trembling with each other's horseshoes, but the wizard above his head finally gave him some courage to barely order his men to stand on their heels, and perhaps the tragic fate of the deserters ahead inspired these numb aristocratic militiamen. At last, no one in Matthew's ranks turned back, and although the infantry soldiers were trembling and the formation twisted, this triple spear array of counter-attacks always gave them a little psychological comfort.

Matthew gasped and tried to calm his nervousness. Fortunately, his military experience during the Black Rose War finally calmed him down a little.

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