Honorary General David rode a golden-armored horse and led the soldiers on the journey. He was in high spirits and led a group of cavalry at the front of the team. The 70,000-strong army left Pirate Bay and headed for Sand City. Prince Jean was in the team.
He was also riding a horse, but there was an iron wall-like heavy armored cavalry guarding him, followed by three rows of magicians.
General Gilbert followed behind, his face dark and displeased, and all his men knew that this journey had made him very unhappy.
This vast desert at the southern end of the Luas Empire is ruled by desert people. They have a very long and unique culture, not only their own writing and language, but also a unique magic.
This mysterious place was an independent kingdom for a long time in the past. It was not until the Luas Empire conquered Dibalian and captured it that it was incorporated into the Luas Empire. However, it still retains its autonomy by the Holy Spirit.
It was managed by the Shah royal family, and after King Luas was killed by the demon king, Prince Bolifu never responded to any news, nor did he send troops for reinforcements.
He and May have betrayed the Luas Empire and want to regain their independence. Prince Jean wants to get the army from Bolifu. With this army of 70,000 people, he is probably just a sheep in the tiger's mouth.
Thinking of this, Gilbert crossed his legs and came to the prince from the back of the team.
"Your Highness, we haven't gone too far yet. Please think about it again. Twenty-three ministers who support you left the coast by boat last night, probably going to the Islands. Without their support, your status may be compromised.
We are shaken. We currently have an army of 70,000. As far as I know, Yiler does not have a decent army in the islands. As long as we..."
"That's enough Gilbert! I've heard enough of your cowardly suggestions. What I need now is not the support of weak civil servants, but strong soldiers."
Prince Jean turned back and cursed angrily.
"The current war situation does not allow us to hesitate! I must gather the army as soon as possible to wipe out the enemies who invade our territory. This is what I should do as a king! Instead of abandoning my people and hiding in
Go to that isolated archipelago! If you say such things again, I will remove your military rank."
Gilbert lowered his head, and the prince sped up, leaving him behind and shouting to the people in front to speed up.
His guards passed by Gilbert, and they all looked at him with contempt. These guys were all brainless supporters of Prince Jean.
Because they were marching lightly, they marched very quickly. On the third day, they left Pirate Bay and arrived at the Tianhai Bridge. It was a huge long bridge across the strait. The turbulent waves roared at the bottom of the bridge. Once they fell, they would be dead.
It will be broken by this wave.
After crossing the bridge and crossing a wasteland, you can see the desert. Prince Jean ordered to cross the bridge without hesitation.
Looking at the crowded bridge, General Gilbert had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"My lord general, your highness the prince, let my fourth cavalry regiment and the first cavalry regiment you command take the rear, and let me study by your side."
David led a group of young people to appear in front of him. This was the last person he wanted to see, a person who was dazzled by honor.
"Then you should let your men form a formation instead of walking around randomly. If the enemy appears, your men will become our biggest stumbling block."
Hearing this, the smile on David's face froze, and he lowered his head sadly and said: "Please rest assured, there will be no enemies here, my people are just to make space for people crossing the bridge.
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Gilbert ignored him, and the latter could only leave angrily.
However, just when David asked several brothers to lead the team and line up, suddenly a red smoke rose from the mountain.
Seeing the ominous red smoke, everyone's hearts were shocked.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!! There are enemies in the east!!"
The herald immediately shouted, and the team suddenly became chaotic. The soldiers rushed to the bridge first. David's troops were also in chaos. He himself was confused by the soldiers walking around and couldn't tell where his own was.
The troops could only hold the flag and shout as hard as they could.
Only Gilbert's team remained calm and composed, and the soldiers still stood where they were, looking ahead with burning eyes.
Sure enough, the enemy appeared, and their numbers were surprisingly large. They suddenly appeared from the ridge and covered the top of the mountain. Their number was enough to swamp them.
"Run!!"
Everyone yelled, and when they saw this scene, many soldiers lost their fighting spirit and fled. For them, the only way to survive was to cross the bridge.
This idea cost many people their lives. The already crowded bridge was immediately blocked, and many people screamed and fell. If this continued, they would suffer a lot of losses before even starting a battle with the enemy.
"What are you still doing? Go and block the bridge!"
Gilbert shouted to David, who felt dizzy. Before he could understand what he meant, he heard the sound of fighting.
The knight pulled out his sword, and the radiance of magic attached to the sword, shining brightly. The magic of courage made the horse unafraid. The infantry recited a short and powerful spell to dispel the fear in his heart and let the power flow out.
The overwhelming evil spirits surged in, like waves crashing on a black reef, and instantly collapsed.
But they were better in numbers. Enemies with no end in sight kept coming, and the soldiers never stopped holding their swords, desperately resisting the enemy's attacks.
Gilbert looked back and found that the bridge was still blocked. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Hold!"
Then he retreated on horseback and rushed onto the bridge. He roared loudly and blew away the crowded crowd. Many people fell directly under the bridge. He stopped at the bridge and shouted: "Either line up! Or stay and die."
!Choose for yourself!”
He cursed loudly, but the soldiers were too frightened to do anything wrong. The bridge suddenly became smooth, and David on the side looked full of guilt.
"I want to stay!"
He gritted his teeth and shouted.
Gilbert glared at him and shouted: "Take your people across the bridge quickly! Tell the prince that the enemy is chasing him very hard, don't take it lightly, and! Be careful of Prince Bolifu!!"
Before he finished speaking, he whipped David's horse under his crotch. The latter roared, lost control, and rushed onto the bridge.
Gilbert turned around, and the soldiers around him continued to rush onto the bridge. The enemy had already been pushed to a range of about fifty meters, and they could no longer hold on. Fortunately, most of the soldiers had already crossed the bridge.
Suddenly, he pulled out his spear from his back and nailed it to the end of the bridge, stopping the soldiers who were coming.
The soldiers looked at him in panic. Gilbert looked at everyone and said, "Let us stay and let future generations sing the praises of our deeds!"
After saying that, when the last person on the bridge stepped onto the land on the opposite side, he turned around and slashed, shouting loudly. Under the thunderbolt, the spear in his hand shattered the beam at the head of the bridge. With a bang, the bridge collapsed.