This year will also be described vividly in the history books in the future. At the beginning of the year, an independent uprising broke out in the northern part of the Kingdom of West Wind that had existed for hundreds of years, and then began to spread throughout the country like a prairie fire.
The Frost Rose was established in Rulna and began to rule centrally. In the same year, the Verga Business Alliance, one of the seven Snow Flower nations, split, with part of it merging into the Frost Rose, and the other part uniting with the South's Young Moon Council, breaking away from the Snow Flower Federation, and declaring independence.
At the end of summer, the rebels from the Kingdom of West Wind defeated the Duke of the Rock in the north and marched southward. In early autumn, they encountered the legendary Lightning Knights in the Windy Wilderness. Starlight came to the world, and the Lightning Knights were completely destroyed. The rebels suffered a tragic fate.
Victory, only one-third of the original core elite remained.
The West Wind royal family summoned 50,000 warriors from the White Horse Tribe, hired 20,000 halberd iron guards from the Black Rock Principality, and 100,000 garrison troops from the royal capital, and recruited 200,000 troops. A total of about 400,000 troops were stationed in Solander City and Crancia.
The 200,000-strong army faced off.
The night before, a small group of elites jointly opened the east river gate and sneaked into the city with small boats loaded with dry branches and dry grass. Fires and chaos ensued. The city defenders urgently mobilized people for support. Later, in the wilderness on the west side, the rebel army took advantage of the opportunity.
At night, the siege of the city began, and the sound of drums shook the sky.
There was a moment of chaos in the royal capital. Prince Flick, who was responsible for defending the city, made a prompt decision and left a small force on the east side to block the small group of enemy troops that had sneaked in. Then the defenders went to the west side for support.
After the siege began, the rebel army began to push the well gates and rush the chariots. The dark wilderness was full of torches, which caused a great psychological deterrent to the defenders. However, it only lasted for 2 rounds before the siege troops retreated.
Then a fireship loaded with explosives came down the river from the upstream and blew open the river gate on the east side.
At this time, the defenders woke up from a dream and transferred most of their elite troops to the east side again. However, after most of the people were mobilized, the west side began to attack again. At this time, they were attacked on both sides. The city was ablaze and people were in panic. The King of the West Wind ordered,
Divide the garrison into two, each guarding the east and west, so that you no longer have to run around and consume your physical strength.
By this time, the night was already dark, and the city gate on the north side of the royal capital was opened by people organized in the city in the chaos. Crancia's army filed in, quickly controlled a large area, and began to engage in street fighting with the defenders.
Although there are many defenders, due to the previous transfers, the organization has been scattered, and the physical strength is also extremely exhausted. In addition, the 200,000 people temporarily recruited, most of whom are farmers who have not experienced military training and combat will, a large number of people died in the melee.
They fled, defected, surrendered, and were defeated like a mountain.
At this time, the White Horse tribe stationed outside the city to guard each other also attacked, with the White Horse flag flying. Unfortunately, in the dark night, the vision was limited, which was really disadvantageous for the cavalry. They were blocked by traps and trenches prepared by the Crancia military.
After defeating the rebels who were stalling outside the city, they finally rushed to the northern suburbs of the royal capital.
With the help of the firelight on the city wall, these warriors on the grassland fought bloody battles with the rebels stationed outside the city gate. Soon the small number of rebels who were left behind were charged through the formation, and the warriors of the White Horse tribe began to block the city gate again, preparing to
The insurgents who were about to enter the city caught turtles in an urn and trapped them to death. It was also dark at dawn.
At this time, another white flag appeared on the hill, facing the rising sun. On the pure white flag was a black sun. They were covered in steel armor, and their sharp spears reflected a faint golden light in the morning light. Although there were not many people,
But he has the momentum to move forward.
The pure white battle flag sounded fiercely in the morning wind, and the silver-white lances of fine steel were slowly coated with a layer of gold. Facing an enemy dozens of times their size, they began to charge.
It seems that the front is not a battlefield full of death, but a glorious stage where thousands of years of humiliation can be vented. The slightly cool air in the morning is inhaled into the lungs, the chest is rising and falling violently like a bellows, and the heart is burning like a ball of flame, so
Hot, so intense, so impatient.
From childhood to adulthood, from books, from other people's mouths, from the lamentations of their elders, they have been describing the shame of their clan, but who would like this feeling? Everyone carries the good expectations of their parents and
Blessings, when they came into this world, they also had suppressed pride and unwillingness in their hearts.
This pride and desire burned fiercely in my chest at this moment, overwhelming all uneasiness and fear.
The galloping knights plunged into the enemy formation like sharp knives, bringing with them countless blood flowers. The fiery and golden lances melted into broken iron and penetrated the armor and bodies of the enemies one after another. Facing the enemy's curved bows and long knives, they never stopped.
Tired, never flinched, never regretted.
They began to take heavy casualties, but they also took away ten times more of the enemy.
At noon, bits of flesh and blood slipped from the armor, and the original white flag was dyed a messy dark red. Kanda's body was covered with arrows, and he stood on the hill where corpses were piled. A wide gap was cut in his ear, and the rich
Dark red blood flowed slowly, and the knight's helmet on his head had long been torn off by the enemy, and it rolled down to nowhere.
The long sword he was equipped with had been broken in the melee, and only the lance, which was full of gaps, was thrown into his hand and stamped on the enemy's corpse.
Pulling out the solid lance, he brought up a small stream of blood. He staggered back a few steps, then slowly stabilized his body. Looking around, he saw that there were no living enemies and no standing teammates.
On the castle in the distance, a flag with a blue background and gold stars gradually rose, and thundering cheers came from the city.
He grinned, his smile unclear on his blood-stained face, and then he threw his head back and fell down.
[Old man, I have done everything you told me back then. Now you won’t blame me anymore.]
The sky was bright at noon, and the dazzling light of the sun gradually blurred his vision. The wounds on his body seemed to no longer hurt, and his limbs began to slowly become numb.
Is it going to end here? Kanda thought to himself, but his heart was not as excited as before. Instead, he felt a kind of peace and satisfaction.
The past of being weak, the long-cherished wish of the race, and the instructions of my father have been suppressed in my heart like wrinkled cloth, but today they have been smoothed out by the hot iron. There are no regrets anymore, and death seems to have become acceptable.
No longer so disgusting and fearful.
He slowly closed his eyes and waited quietly for the last moment to come.
In the year of the Iron Spear, at the end of autumn, a tribe of orcs from the Rabbit Ears tribe joined Clancia. This race that was once regarded as humble and weak by everyone made a splash on the battlefield. The white steel cavalry dispelled the last hope of the west wind, and pinched the West Wind.
The last hope of the nobles was extinguished. In the chaos, the rebel army broke through the palace of Xifeng and ended its centuries-old rule.
The name Crancia officially appeared in history and began to compose his glorious and moving epic.
A pair of hands covered Kanda's eyes to block the dazzling sunlight, and then warm magic began to flow through his body, and then a soft voice sounded in his ears.
"We can't rest now, Mr. Leader."
Thank you Liang, Fengmian, both of you for your reward~