Three months later, the former capital of Rurna, Mozwa.
The morning breeze flows in the air, bringing mist and coolness from afar.
The towering city wall was silent. It was not that it was deserted. In fact, the city wall was almost filled with soldiers and extraordinary people who were ready to fight. They were neatly dressed, holding muskets, swords at their waists, and wearing cold clothes.
The most excellent armor in the Frost Alliance, it is not only lightweight, but also has high defensive power.
Now these soldiers in the city are gathered on the cascading city wall that stretches for more than ten kilometers, looking in the direction outside the city.
In the wilderness filled with morning mist, you can see the terrifyingly neat phalanxes from their slightly exposed outlines. Even the tip of the iceberg occasionally revealed in the clouds and mist clearly shows the huge number of people inside.
When 100 people line up, people will feel it is very neat and beautiful. When 1,000 people line up, people will feel it is very heroic. When 10,000 people line up neatly, people will feel a heavy sense of oppression.
Thousands of people line up in a line several kilometers long, filling your field of vision. When they trample on the earth, you will feel a shocking and suffocating feeling.
And finally, when the number of people reaches 1 million, the army advancing layer by layer will be like an endless mountain. The fluttering flags will rise and fall violently like a real ocean, and the individual's small sense of existence will be overwhelmed by this almost desperate situation.
Swallowed by the huge.
It’s hard to imagine how such a huge army and soldiers could be so uniform. Under that terrifying discipline, each of their upright figures and spears looked like cast iron, and the rows of sharp gun blades and armor
, in the dim light of the morning light, it reflects the terrifying sparkling waves, the ocean of steel, the waves of blades, and the endless layers of military formations.
Even though these armies have not yet attacked, but are just standing quietly in the fields outside the city, that sense of oppression is like falling from the sky, weighing on the hearts of all the defenders.
"I...are we...really...going to fight against such an...enemy?" A young soldier asked his companions beside him with chattering teeth and a trembling voice.
Even the fine muskets and armor that Li had recently acquired in his hands could not bring him any sense of security.
"I pray... don't do this." The soldier next to him took a shaky deep breath, then closed his eyes and prayed, hoping that the big shot above would simply admit defeat. After all, they were all members of the Snow Flower Seven Kingdoms, so they shouldn't
Treat your opponents like a green empire.
On the other side, on the Twelve Bell Tower in Mozwa, several faction representatives wearing dark clothes looked at the scene in the distance.
"Has this day finally come?" The voice of a certain mage representative sounded sad, lost, and sad.
"Crancia's 1.2 million army has surrounded the entire city. We have no way to retreat except the southern coast."
"I'm afraid the sea route is just another abyss. Don't forget that our old friends and opponents, those from the Hatsuki Council, must be waiting for us at the sea."
"At this point, even if we ask those Sequence 9 His Royal Highnesses to step down, it may be irreversible. According to our intelligence and the vague perception outside the city, there are four Sequence 9s behind the opponent's array."
"The new pope is also here. Although the church cannot interfere with the secular world, she can use the name of the Sage Society to prevent the fate of several of our adults."
"In this way, our last resistance seems to have become a joke, haha...cough cough cough." The laughter was bitter and coughing, and the mage was afraid of hitting the guardrail in front of him, with an unknown expression on his old face.
When did I shed tears?
"Why, why, it ended up like this." There was hesitation, loss, and unwillingness in his voice.
"Are the doctrines and concepts that have been passed down for more than ten generations going to be cut off at our hands?" Another mage representative sat slumped on a chair aside, leaning against the cold wall, looking blankly at the dome of the tower.
Scenes of scenes emerged in my mind.
The innocence and liveliness of childhood, the pride when being praised by parents as a child, the pride of entering the master's sect as a young man, the happiness of marrying the teacher's daughter, becoming the new leader of the school, greatly expanding the progress of technology, and creating the creations he designed in
The joy of large-scale domestic promotion.
Everything was so beautiful and smooth in the past, but it is about to be shattered like a dream, and the country will sink into the abyss together.
Unlike those soldiers at the bottom and ordinary mages in the middle, the leaders of these factions, the pinnacle of power in the Lurna country, and the advocates and initiators of the war, are destined not to be forgiven by the enemy. Once the Frost Alliance is defeated,
They will no longer have a place to stay. Even if they escape here, their companions will be hunted by the enemy like rats until the end of their lives.
"No, no, no! We cannot accept such a failure. There must be a way, there will be something." His voice was painful, unwilling, and crazy.
"I want to see those two highnesses." The representative of the faction stumbled down the stairs and ran towards a hidden corner of the city.
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Outside the city, when the sun slowly rose from one side of the horizon, a faint glow pierced the fog in the wilderness, and the spear points and armors all over the mountains and plains also reflected bright light under the sunlight.
Long poles nearly twenty meters high are arranged in the military formation. At the top of these flagpoles, banner-like flags are hung, with pure white as the base, gold fringe as the edge, and the coat of arms of Crancia in the middle. At the same time, the banners
There are also bright red streamers on both sides.
As the sea breeze blew slightly, the flags opened a slanted arc in the air. The red ribbons showed the trajectory of the wind and made a strong sound. And such banners and flags, arranged in a line, were like a wind curtain, drowning
Everyone's view.
Every hundred meters, there is a line of flags, like a wind curtain, layer after layer. Below these layers of white background golden spike flags is an endless iron-cast military formation.
Facing countless legions that could not be counted even with an extremely wide field of vision, many of the defenders began to have trembling legs and became unsteady, as if they would be crushed to pieces by this almost desperate army at any time.
At this point, as the desolate and distant horn sounds, these military formations that stand upright like iron are slowly advancing.
tread--
The sound of neat footsteps was like a giant hammer in the hands of the gods, striking the uneven earth. As these soldiers advanced, the flags also moved forward, like an overwhelming force, bringing shocking oppression.
In the vast wilderness, the glow of Mana is connected together, and the surging magic power is like a boiling sea of flames. Even though there are many magic cannons and mages shooting at the city, such attacks are like throwing stones in the sea.
Immediately crushed and submerged.
Even Roland, the founding king of West Wind, failed to achieve the magnificent army, but a new country achieved it just a few years after the collapse of West Wind.
Just like what is described in the poem.
Flags like the wind formed a white ocean in the wilderness.
And they move towards glory and faith until the end of the world.