The Cang Hong Empire, located in the southern border of Yin Dian Province.
On the high mountain peaks, the fortresses full of scorched marks still remain, guarded by soldiers, and below is an endless sea of flags.
After the initial defeat, more support was sent from the rear of the empire. The flags representing the nobles in the central part of the empire gradually gathered, and each lord, with his private soldiers, began to support the general in the southern expedition.
The roaring cannons fired continuously, and meteorite fire roared down, bombarding the barriers on the hillside.
Mud and smoke were flying, and the deafening sound made people unable to calm down. There were sounds of artillery bombardment, enemy shooting, own counterattacks, and the sound of horns charging forward everywhere.
Bronze-colored chariots rose from the bottom of the mountain one after another and began to move up the mountain. These chariots were made of orichalcum and were extremely heavy. They could stand firm and keep moving forward in the face of artillery fire on the mountain.
These chariots are the trump card of the "Golden-maned Bears" legion. They are extremely heavy. One vehicle traveling on the ground is like four elephants stacked on top of each other. It is difficult to shake and unstoppable.
There are fangs in front of the chariot, which can spray high-temperature boiling 'blue snow flames', and even steel can quickly melt into liquid. After nearly a month of confrontation on the front line, these chariots finally slowly arrived from the rear.
, speed is probably its only flaw.
In the sky, huge dragons with shining scales are constantly circling. They are a few elites of the dragon sequence in the empire. After transforming into dragons, they have the same strength as a sequence 7 monster.
Under the cover of artillery fire from the rear, these giant dragons flew across the open sky, raining down flames from the sky and burning the places behind the mountains that artillery fire could not bombard.
And in this battlefield with noisy artillery fire, a soldier covered with armor stood on top of the mountain, overlooking the bottom.
Feel the choking smoke slowly coming in, the scorching fire passing through the outer layer of the armor, and a burning feeling coming from your skin.
Lorraine Hill's eyes slowly opened under the mask, and his eyes swept across the battlefield below where the sounds of killing were boiling. He silently watched the chariots getting closer and closer, so close that they were about to reach the barriers on the mountain.
location.
It's time.
The 'unnamed' hero thought silently in his heart, and then pulled the sword out of its sheath, making a gentle friction sound.
The long and narrow sword blade was extremely straight, giving it a solid and credible aura. As the warrior closed the sword in his hand, bursts of air continued to surround the sword blade.
The high-speed rotating air flow brings a high-pitched whistling sound, and the edge of the sword even rubs against the air flow to create tiny sparks, which is frightening.
Seeing below, the fortresses and bunkers began to lose ground to the advancing orichalcum chariots, and this 'unnamed' warrior also jumped from a high altitude.
A long red ribbon fluttered at the end of the sword hilt, and the sword body went straight up into the wind, hitting the heavy orichalcum chariot amid the shouts and shock of countless people.
The metal made a squeaking sound when it was twisted and torn. The thick orichalcum was torn apart little by little in the sword body that was constantly vibrating and rubbing, revealing the panicked soldiers inside. Then the chariot overturned and overturned, and the sword-wielding man
The remaining traces, after tearing apart the car, brought up a burst of red flashing sparks, flying across the smoke-filled battlefield.
Raging power and violence were unleashed on the battlefield, and then the warrior held a long sword in his hand and began to gallop rapidly on the battlefield. The long and narrow sword was like a fang, tearing apart and overturning the extremely heavy chariots.
Sparks flew, blue flames passed by, and the burning armor sometimes reflected the red color like a soldering iron, causing wisps of white gas to emerge from under the armor from time to time.
Pain, shock, stifling heat, choking, and all kinds of uncomfortable feelings came from all parts of the body, causing the girl under the armor to sometimes tremble and close one eye.
Yes, she is a witch, the original one in the past, and the heir to the crown. She does not need to step into the battlefield in such an awkward manner, she can just stand at the back and command easily.
However, if you want to reduce casualties and sacrifices, sometimes you have to carry out such difficult actions.
People need hope, and people need heroes, because a timid heart needs encouragement and role models, because inferiority complex needs courage to overcome, and because that kind of back view brings people incomparable faith and emotion.
That indomitable figure cannot be replaced by anyone who is calmly commanding from behind.
The people are smart, the people are stupid, the people are simple, they are only willing to follow behind such a hero.
If it is just a remote control command that is always contented at the rear, I am afraid it will eventually disappoint everyone. What they need is a strong wall that can withstand the fire and cold wind, not a fragile and precious gem.
So, we have reached the point where we can no longer wait and see.
After her companions arrived, she was finally able to join the battlefield with confidence.
Under the mask, those eyes slowly swept across the battlefield, then swung the sword again and galloped down, slashing downwards amid countless looks and shouts, and cut into the extremely heavy orichalcum chariot.
The blue flames spurted out, making the surrounding air hot and suffocating. The body under the armor was also hot and uncomfortable, but in the end he was not injured.
Thanks to Keti's blessing, this body was protected from the high temperature of the flames. The free high-temperature particles flew away after touching the body and no longer came into contact.
The long and narrow heavy sword inserted into the chariot was slowly withdrawn, causing a tearing gap. Then the chariot separated and the soldiers inside fled in all directions.
The bronze front that had been climbing upwards began to collapse. A figure walking and slashing quickly attracted the attention of countless people on the battlefield. As he moved, the battlefield began to slowly tilt.
"Bring me my battle ax." Bazel shouted from the high platform.
"Yes,...but General, this..." The adjutant wanted to say something else, but was struck by Bazel's gnawing gaze and could not say anything.
The general was so powerful and arrogant that he could not tolerate standing in the audience and watching the battle under such circumstances.
The huge general's helmet was slowly put on. Under the metal carved bear head was a narrow horizontal bar, and then there were small holes drilled through for breathing.
Holding a thick war ax in his hand, the general mounted a giant five-meter-high war horse and began to rush to the battlefield.
Seeing this unstoppable scene, the adjutant had no choice but to ask all the elite knights to follow him.
"Hurry, hurry! Follow the general. If something happens to you, none of us can bear the consequences."
After a while of urging, knights in heavy armor also mounted their war horses and kept following. They all wore full-body armor with a thickness of more than 10 mm. The war horses under them were also special 'Black Nightmare Blood Horses'. This kind of
The horse is a Sequence 3 Warcraft that can bear heavy weights and withstand high temperatures. It is also an elite war horse developed by the empire after hundreds of years of breeding and improvement.
One hair move affects the whole body.
As these knights in gold and bronze armor marched forward with the sound of heavy horse hooves, various legions of the empire were also inspired and began to blow the horns of attack and shout forward.
"Boiling blood, glory of the empire!"
"The rose blood moon will never fall into the world!"
For military merit, for their families, for glory, for wealth, and for everything they desire, the empire's legionnaires also raised their fighting spirit and marched towards the front line.
On the hilltop opposite, as the enemy's artillery fire gradually extinguished, flags fluttering in the wind slowly rose, and then soldiers in green and white uniforms appeared on the hilltop one after another.
At this point in the war, there is no need for any verbal arguments anymore, they will decide everything with the guns and swords in their hands.
"To open up a new future and usher in an enlightened and just world, Dryas, move forward!"
They were obviously little white flowers on the snow-capped mountains that no one cares about, but now they are blooming in the wild, spreading silently.
In the cold winter and the year of famine, the seeds of civilization were forced to sprout.