From far to near, the sound of horse hooves filled his ears like rolling thunder, and the rising dust covered the sun and the sky.

I was anxiously urging the troops to advance, hurry up, hurry up!

The next day we led our troops into the Sbian Empire, we encountered the first rebels. Although this small enemy army that began to cause trouble early was nothing compared to our two legions of 70,000 troops, the rebels that had frequently encountered caused the troops to marching down sharply in the next few days.

I was very angry. If I continued like this, it would probably be too late for me to fight all the way to the city of the Holy Capital.

At this time, an accidental incident inspired me - a reconnaissance team of the Second Guards Regiment encountered at least a rebel group during a sudden reconnaissance. As a result, the rebels composed of the former God-owned coalition forces turned around and ran away without saying a word. Because this reconnaissance team was still wearing armor seized by the Demon coalition forces!

When I received this news, I carefully weighed the pros and cons, and finally ordered the entire army to put away the military flags of the Dark Province, disguise themselves as a demon coalition, and headed towards the Holy Capital at full speed!

The equipment of the Magic Alliance was all concentrated and handed over to the vanguard troops and the rear guard troops for use. The large and small military flags of the Magic Alliance were also taken out from all corners by the logistics officers and hung them on the flagpole to see the light of day again. In addition, our army was equipped with all horses, which was really in line with the style of the Magic Alliance's "coming like thunder and going like slashing lightning".

Now most of the weapons and equipment of the soldiers under my command come from the Demon Alliance. In the Battle of Tucheng, many of the Demon Alliance's flags were seized, and all the horses were the property of the Demon Alliance, and they were dressed up vividly. When I met an army close to the province, my intelligence system would notify them in advance, and when I encountered a rebel, I rushed over with murderous intent!

On the rebels, on the one hand, they were already brave enough by the demon coalition, and on the other hand, they were shocked by the fact that our "demon coalition" destroyed the agreement and entered the god coalition. On the other hand, the Sbian Empire was not a land that they deserved to protect with their lives... So they often chose to give up their battle with us, even if they had resistance, it was symbolic.

My move was surprisingly effective!

We were originally the army of the Sbian Empire and were very familiar with the situation in the country. We would stay wherever there were military warehouses and grasslands were distributed. All the troops were turning around, and the forefront troops had arrived four hundred miles away from the capital on the afternoon of the sixth day.

The speed was quite amazing. We went directly from the border to the inland in six days and traveled almost 1,200 miles!

And that night, the first piece of information about the rebellion of the Saint Capital was sent back.

Seeing the tears in Mafa's eyes, I almost fell from the horse's back.

"Boss, the Holy Capital... is no longer ours." Mafa said in a rare and heart-warming tone: "His Majesty Crimer Shamer and Empress Nasher Forner had already died at dawn the day before yesterday!"

"Are you sure?" I was stunned when I heard this, and it took me a long time to react: "Where is Fischer?"

"The news about His Majesty and His wife is certain...but His Highness Fischet is missing, and there are rumors that he left before the rebellion of the Holy Capital."

I tried my best to control my emotions, took a deep breath, relaxed my hands that were clenched into fists, and asked Mafa: "Who is the one who presided over the rebellion?"

"It's the left prime minister! The left prime minister Ruman led his troops into the palace... I don't know where the troops came from, and their combat effectiveness is quite strong. In addition, there are troops from other empires attacking the holy capital."

"Ruman...what else does he do?"

"On the second day after the situation in the capital was slightly settled, he sent several troops out of the capital, with the same direction."

"Will he send troops out at this time?" I slapped my head hard: "Did you go to capture Fischet?"

"Yes... I think so too." Mafa replied to me, "So do we want to change the route of the march? What will Fischer react after receiving the rebellion of the Sage Capital? I am worried that he will turn around and fight to the left!"

"We should believe Fischet. He is not an impulsive person. Besides, there are two uncles, Wilber and Turnercy, who are by his side. These two uncles will not let Fischet do it rudely..." I held the hilt in my hand tightly and thought about it for a while, and then said: "It is no point in going to the Saint City now. We should turn the direction immediately... I will lead the First Legion around the Saint City and follow the Saint City to the Dark Moon Road! You go and tell Helt that his Second Legion asks Fischet's news outside the Saint City and harass the rebels. It is necessary to make the rebels in the Saint City unable to shrink within these days. Everything is aimed at Fischet's safety!"

"yes!"

"Tell Helt, after the enemy captured the capital of Saint, it is no longer the capital of Sbia... You can let go and do nothing to worry about it!" I added: "But be careful, and you must evacuate immediately after receiving my order!"

"I got it, I'll go right away!"

The First Legion immediately turned around and advanced several ways toward the Holy Capital and headed to the first major traffic route for the Dark Moon.

After several days and nights, I had arrived at the end and packed up two troops sent by the Left Prime Minister to pursue Fichet, and were chasing the third one. According to the confession of the prisoners, the Left Prime Minister had not been able to get Fichet so far, so he sent a total of four troops and issued a bounty of 500,000 gold coins.

There are seven or eight days left before the dark moon, and my heart is getting heavier. If I cannot rescue Fischer in time... the result is really unimaginable.

"Report to the sir!" A war horse neighed and stopped beside me. The messenger immediately looked covered in dust: "Sir! I found an army of about 20,000 in front surrounded a small castle, and it seemed that I wanted to attack!"

"Do you know who is in the castle?"

"I don't know yet!" The messenger replied loudly: "But the information says that the rebels are under the castle!"

"Kill the rebels under the castle!" I gave a cold order: "Send out the winged scouts to contact the people in the castle!"

"yes!"

With a wave of my hand, the troops changed from marching to fighting.

First, dozens of messengers carried the fiery red flags and ran everywhere. The fiery red flags were the battle flags, and then ten light carriages lined up behind me, each with a war drum and two horns.

With a wave of hand, the drum faces of the ten-sided war drums vibrated together, and the song "Hunting" in the ten movements sounded again. This is the rhythm I have modified. It sounded passionate and majestic, and the neat and majestic drum sounds like a ringing in everyone's heart.

Under the guidance of the drum sound, two regiments on both sides quickly inserted, and two regiments followed the drum sound's order to circumvent the rear route. The central army where I was located dragged back a little...

The entire formation is like a giant's hands, holding the rebels firmly inside. Such a formation has been used many times on the road, and the various troops are very familiar with the drills. I don't believe that these 20,000 rebels can escape!

The troops acted in regiments, and did not rush to attack the rebels in chaos, but completed the overall encirclement of the rebels with drums, horns, and horse hooves.

I was stationed on a small hillside, and behind me was the military flag of the Second War Zone of the Magic Alliance. Three or four miles away, a small small castle was isolated in the wilderness. Judging from this scale, it should have been built by a certain nobleman for vacation!

"Report to the Chief." The staff officer said to me: "The regiments are already in place!"

"Start." I nodded.

The first one to play was nearly a hundred Rangers, who rushed into the encirclement from all angles and circled in it.

The rebels were running for life, and from their scattered formations, they never thought of resisting. The encirclement was quite large before, so they could run around very easily. After the encirclement gradually took shape, our rangers cruising on the battlefield took the lead in attacking the lonely rebels. After the numerous scattered enemy troops were packed up, they would find it safer to gather together to escape.

The Rangers were all experienced Dark Moon Regular Light Cavalry. They were in teams of ten people, holding spears and powerful crossbows, chasing the scattered rebels like hunting animals.

How can infantry hiking run past the horses? Amid the wailings of the crowds, most of the rebel soldiers were pierced by crossbow arrows and fell to the ground, while those who were not shot down by crossbow arrows were even worse. The rangers who were rushed up used spears...

Amid the continuous screams, the rebels quickly gathered spontaneously to form three "groups". The reason for saying this is because they simply squeezed together without any active and effective defense.

The Rangers completed their mission and left the battlefield one after another, and the large troops behind took over the attack. The drum sounds behind me changed, and the groups on the front line were divided into small groups, attacking the rebels in battalions.

This is the real battle.

The soldiers in front of them held battle bows and shot the first batch of feather arrows at the scattered rebels. The timing of feather arrows was well controlled with the cooperation of each team. There would be no situation where too many feather arrows were lost, nor would there be a waste of more than a dozen arrows in an enemy's body.

Speaking of which, these bows and arrows are really good things. As long as they can maintain a certain density, their lethality is terrifyingly great. A well-trained battalion can disintegrate the same number of enemies in five volleys. Moreover, in the last ten days of long-distance raids, the combat quality of the soldiers under my command has been greatly improved. Although they are still a little unfamiliar with regular cavalry tactics, bows and arrows and riding skills have been strengthened, and it is more than enough to deal with these small scenes.

A squad of winged men rose to the sky and flew towards the castle to contact the party attacked by the rebels. But the battlefield beneath them was already in full swing.

Countless rebels were shot by feather arrows, and the blood mist splashed out was colorful, just like flowers with strange shapes blooming in screams, dyeing the earth, dyeing the fields, and dyeing my eyes red...

They deserve sin, and I will not let anyone offend Krimer Shama and his wife be happy. Because His Majesty is not only my king, but also my elders and relatives.

The rebels suffered heavy casualties under the attack of bows and arrows, and their formations became scattered from tightness. In a short period of time, I allowed the rebels to complete the process from dispersion to concentration and then to dispersion. They had no fighting spirit and their combat effectiveness was almost the same as that of the unarmed farmers.

The anger in my heart was undepressed, so I immediately stepped forward and came to the formation of the assault troops ready to go.

"Soldiers, you have been trained for ten days and fought for almost ten days. You can proudly say that you are already veterans." I said slowly, and the morning sun shone on my armor, reflecting a little light: "And these people in front of you are the murderers of slaughtering our subjects! They are my irreconcilable enemies of Cohen Keda! Now... I order you! Hold the weapons in your hands and kill them in your way!"

"Yes!" The neat answers merged into a torrent, rolling in my ears.

With a "swish", I pulled out the black iron knife and shouted: "Assault...kill!"

"kill!"

All four guard regiments rushed out, and after they were unfolded, they maintained an impact surface about half a mile wide. The dense sound of horse hooves was deafening, and the loud shouts of killing were rising to the sky!

The soldiers pulled the reins with one hand, and held a spear or a sword in the other hand, constantly stimulating the horses with the spurs on their heels to increase the impact speed. They held their weapons flat, wrapped in the whistling wind, and had a bitter murderous aura! A series of smoke and dust pulled up behind them, and my soldiers gathered into huge waves of steel and rushed towards the rebels unstoppable!

Looking at the unstoppable iron army, the desperate rebels were wailing and running for life, and everyone hated Shaosheng's two legs... In a short while, the rebels were caught up, and those who fell at the end of the team were either picked up or knocked over!

Every time I swung my sword, the rebels fell to the ground, and every time I pushed my prick, it was accompanied by the rebels' screams. The rebel soldiers had no resistance at all. In my eyes, they were just faint dust, instantly swallowed by the surging waves of steel, and then destroyed in an instant.

Kill! I will kill all you rebel beasts! Cut your throats and then step you into flesh paste! I will use your blood and your lives to pay tribute to Your Majesty and His wife!

I danced wildly with the black iron knife in my hand, the helmet on my head, the armor on my body, and even the blood on my face. If it weren't for the responsibility of the coach who bound me, I would have been more devoted to joining the massacre of the rebels. Later, Rock simply led a team of guards to surround me tightly.

The earth trembled under the horse's hooves, and the god of death lingered on the battlefield. The assault team was like a rush, chasing the rebels' tail, and blood mist was everywhere, and the rebel soldiers were corpses everywhere, with all kinds of deaths.

The enemy has no fighting spirit, and soon the battle is coming to an end, and only a few sporadic pursuits are left on the battlefield.

"Sir!" A winged officer flew to me and shouted loudly: "We have found Your Highness!"

"Fishet?" I suddenly leaned out and pulled him over with one hand: "Where is he?"

The Wingman officer caught off guard and fell to the ground with a scream, but his hand was still pointing at the small castle.

I felt ecstatic and turned to look at the castle. I found that one of my staff officers was already standing under the city gate with a team of soldiers, while the other staff officer rushed towards me.

"Sir... Sir!" He rushed to me before he stopped the horse, and his excited expression showed his face: "Your Highness, it's Your Highness! Your Highness Fischet was unscathed!"

As soon as I heard that Fischer was fine, my throat was immediately blocked by something, and liquid in my eyes flowed down irresistibly.

After standing for a while, I slammed my legs and ran towards the castle gate. The guards behind me hurriedly slapped the horse and followed.

The soldiers under the castle got off their horses and quickly cleared the rebel corpses on the passage outside the door. The castle gate had also been opened. Several figures walked to the city gate and stood there... There were Uncle Turnercy and Uncle Wilber, and the person standing in front of Turnercy and Uncle Wilber was not Fischer!

Fifty steps away from the city gate, I jumped off my horse, threw my helmet aside, and rushed to Fischte, who was smiling.

At this moment, looking at Fischet with good arms and legs in front of me, I didn't know what to say. Although I had thousands of words in my heart, I didn't know where to start... The ecstasy of reunion after a long time, the comfort of my friend's safety, and the bitterness of the death of His Majesty and His wife, these feelings were all mixed in my heart.

My hand moved...Fishet is already His Majesty, and our identities are different.

With a "blade", our armor collided together, and Fischette had already hugged me tightly!

"Corn! Good." Fischette shouted in my ear: "I knew you wouldn't die!"

"Fishet..." I said with fear: "I'm really afraid that I'll be late to come back."

We separated and stared at each other for a long time. Fischer's face was a little haggard and his eyes were red.

When he patted my shoulder, Fischette's lips moved, as if he was about to say something, but before he could say it, tears had already flowed out of his eyes.

"It's great to see you're fine..." My throat was blocked again: "My brother!"

"I'm fine." Fischette finally said: "I'm just worried that you, the father and mother are gone, and I can't lose you as a friend..."
To be continued...