Scene 318

Holy White's Battle

The sun reflects off the ivory-white Lion Heart Street of Ampelsel. This street was built in the Year of the Dead Moon of the First Century. Charles Mann, the chief priest of Ampelsel at the time, wrote this chapter in his own handwriting: "The long street shines like snow."

, just like the holy ladder leading to the top of the clouds'.

Four hundred and sixty-five years ago, the White Lions once accepted the review of their late king Ek through this long street; however, today, four hundred and sixty-five years later, they appeared on this land again.

The spear shines, the armor beats the snow.

"The enemies are all here."

Sir Franz stood on the temporary position and watched rows of silver-white spear tips appear on the horizon at the other end of Lion Heart Street. The corners of his mouth were slightly drooped, and a cold light shone in his eyes.

If the enemy is a white lion, who am I? Karen's defeat is still in front of him. He slowly raised his right hand, with his five fingers together, slicing like a knife in the morning wind.

But Karen is nothing but trash.

The White Lion's motto is, until death, but no matter who the enemy is, the legion will be defeated - whether it is true or false, it will be revealed under the sword. This is a sharp blade stained with blood, and the words of praise are by no means empty words; Frank

Sir Ze looked up at the white lion's battle flag. This was a fortress made with the blood of the enemy and himself, but how could the young man understand it.

He never thought that there would be an army in this kingdom that could defeat today's White Lion Army. Not other armies, nor the White Lion Guards in the past. To deny today is to betray history. Sir Franz will never forget those who died in the 10th century.

Comrades in the January War.

Their blood will certainly not be shed in vain.

So today he will use his sword and long bow to prove all this. From now on, the White Lions will always stand on this land, and their flag will never fade because of this. And what about the fate of the people today?

can be bound by history.

Not everyone has to live with the burden of carrying yesterday's ideals. Just existing is a kind of pride.

History speaks for itself based on strength.

"Prepare--"

The wind carried commands with a strong local accent from the northern plateau.

Behind Sir Franz, the light infantry of the White Lions of the Kingdom took a step forward, like a gray-white human wall, one by one, raising the long bows in their hands. The iron-clad corners of the bows shone in the sun, forming a

A swaying, flashing band of light.

The commander squinted his eyes to estimate the distance.

The archers of the Kingdom's White Lions held their breath, adjusting their heartbeats to the coordination between their hands and eyes.

The commander finally nodded.

"A hundred steps away, no wind——"

"A hundred steps away, no wind——"

Sir Franz's raised hand was like a flag, and he drew it forward fiercely:

"put!"

Buzz——

The air seemed to be emptied out, and the bowstring seemed to be vibrating slowly at a very low frequency. The arrows came out of the string, and the archers of the Three Hundred White Lions released their arrows at the same time, then seemed to slowly turn sideways, and all used their hands

Draw another arrow from the quiver behind you...

A moment.

The flying arrows in the sky are like locusts.

The eyes of the young cadets from Wangli Knight Academy followed the arrows, and the neat cavalry formation produced a ripple in the water. Brando looked on with cold eyes. Having experienced many wars, he knew that perhaps in each war, the dense

Longbow volley is not the attack method that causes the most casualties, but it is a huge test for the quality of the army.

Eruin has many battle examples that show that when a low-quality army faces intensive long-range attacks, its morale will drop sharply. Because people will always instinctively seek to get out of trouble, timidity and eagerness will tear apart the formation, and even cause a rout.

But war is the process of overcoming instinct.

"Keep the speed!"

"Keep the speed!"

Muco, Bresson and even Lorca were shouting at the top of their lungs, and the cadets raised their small shields while controlling their horses.

Kimmel took a gentle breath on the horse, his gray-brown eyes staring closely at the flying arrows that were getting higher and higher in the air, and his head was raised higher and higher.

Although they have experienced several battles before, this is the first time they have been put into a frontal battlefield. There are no tactical requirements for the battle between the two sides, and the competition is just pure fighting will.

And their opponents are no longer the vulnerable Hong Kong Guards - but the White Lions of the Kingdom who are wearing gray and white armor, with solemn expressions and uniform movements. Please remember

The most elite warrior in the kingdom——

'brush--'

The rain of arrows had already hit their faces, and all the knights on horseback leaned back slightly, and the arrows jingled down from their bodies. In fact, those arrows were slightly deformed before they even got close to them - a layer of subtle

The visible golden light extends along the direction of the arrow. When the arrow really breaks through this halo and hits everyone, it has actually lost most of its strength.

"It's magic!"

"It's the aura of conflict...there are Templars in the opponent's camp!" There were screams in the direction of the White Lions.

The moment Kimmel was hit by the arrow, his mind seemed to go blank, but when he shook his head and raised his head, he saw the infantry regiment in white heavy armor at the front of the team amid the rain of arrows.

Leaving the group.

Holding against countless flying arrows.

They are attracting firepower...

Kimmel swallowed dryly and suddenly felt his throat was a little dry.

Brando held the long sword in his hand, his eyes firmly fixed on the position of the northern nobles. He was waiting for an opportunity, but this opportunity was already close at hand.

He finally raised his sword and roared with all his strength:

"White Lion Guards, follow my orders and crush all your enemies!"

"You are born for glory, so spread your wings and embrace your victory-"

"No matter who is the opponent, the legion will win!"

The Sword of the Earth pointed at the sky, like a flag flying. The White Lion Guards all let out a roar. This roar shook the heaven and the earth, causing their enemies' faces to change color.

In just ten seconds, the long archers of the White Lion Legion had already shot four rounds of feather arrows. The flying arrows were like a storm sweeping every inch of land within a short distance of less than a hundred meters. Although the White Lion Legion is not good at long-range

A blow, but that's only a relative term.

It just makes no sense.

Sir Franz looked with shock on his face as he watched the holy white army going unimpeded, and the white lion battle flag moving forward in the rain of arrows, moving forward without hesitation.

All the firepower was concentrated on them, but to no avail; even the sharpest arrows could not penetrate less than a foot around their bodies, and a layer of light cyan light naturally bounced away the arrows.

The archers successively changed several types of arrow clusters, including hunting arrows and tapered armor-piercing arrows, but none of them succeeded.

On the contrary, the other party is gradually accelerating.

Faster than a galloping horse.

Sir Franz's body was cold. He had seen the Broken Swords of the Cruz people on the plateau, and he had seen the Stag Guards of St. Osol in the November War. But the army in front of him couldn't help but

It made him feel as if he had returned to that nightmare era.

There is not one out of ten.

The blood shed in the war seemed to have already dyed the horizon red.

"Let the mages come forward!" Sir Franz shouted almost through gritted teeth, with a thin layer of cold sweat already forming on his forehead.

"Sir, the mage group is still behind!"

Sir Franz leads the First Swordsman Regiment of the Jude Regiment of the White Lions of the Kingdom. The purpose of this light infantry regiment is to circle back to the rear of the princess's party as quickly as possible and cut off the retreat.

He led a column of archers and a column of light infantry to arrive at the destination first, and even before he had time to rest, he deployed his formation. Originally, he thought that using 500 men to stop the opponent's 200 men would be more than enough.

But now he only felt regretful that he had underestimated the enemy. Sir Franz closed his eyes: "Quickly, let Knight Nicolomar come to support, let the temple come to support!"

"Damn, how come there are Templars in the enemy camp?! Those damn Cruz people, they are simply going back on their word..."

He turned around.

But you must block the opponent, even if it means delaying him, even if you have to pay the price for it.

"Archers retreat, switch to long swords! White lion infantry, step forward——"

Behind the archer, a forest of spears appears.

But it was too late, the White Lion Guards were already in front of the position.

This army that seems to have stepped out of the legend is really about to spread its wings to embrace their victory at this moment; the blue lines surrounding their armors seem to really come alive, they surround each other and move to both sides.

Stretch out.

In an instant, a pair of turquoise wings with a wingspan of nearly ten meters stretched out from behind all the soldiers of the White Lion Guard.

ah!

The infantrymen of the White Lions of the Kingdom who had just set up their spears were dumbfounded as they watched their enemies suddenly rise from the ground. It was not flying, but it was more terrifying than flying. They jumped high and jumped over nearly twenty people.

At a distance of 3 meters, he was instantly above the position of the White Lions of the Kingdom.

Isn't this the tactic of the Sylph Guards? When Sir Franz raised his head, there was only a blank in his mind.

This was also the last thought in his life.
To be continued...