In the Third Age, in July 1698, the war was raging.
Since the spring, the Canghong Empire has launched attacks one after another. The 1.6 million-strong army led by the Duke of Red Dragon divided into three groups, passing through the borders of the former West Wind and entering the hinterland of Crancia. The most advanced vanguard is far away from the capital Solan.
Germany is only over 300 kilometers away.
The army on the west route invaded Fengmu and Fengchui Provinces, aiming directly at the west coast. The army on the east route advanced along the Sigh Mountains, gradually extending the occupied area to the Tixilan Mountains. The army on the middle route gathered elites and main forces to prepare
Defeat Clancia's vital force in one fell swoop.
In the wind, on the rolling fields, black and red flags were fluttering, and below was the iron-gray ocean. The soldiers holding spears and shields moved forward slowly, approaching the opponent's position step by step.
On the hillside is the Cranthian army stationed, with flags with white backgrounds and gold patterns fluttering in the wind. The stars and ears of wheat on the flags are clear and bright under the sunlight.
"Pick up your shields and strengthen your defenses. Our mission is to hold on here until reinforcements arrive."
A man wearing a white trench coat with gold edges patrolled the front line and kept shouting. He seemed to be in his 20s, very young, but his strength was at the level of Sequence 6, which is rare in this era.
The strong one.
This young man with glasses and elegant temperament is holding a gorgeous silver shield and a long sword at the moment, commanding the battle. He is the first batch of graduates sent to Emenas from Crancia, and now serves as the regiment leader of this legion.
long.
Although he is an angel, it does not mean that he is not good at military affairs. In fact, he is a rare military command master among the younger generation of Crancia, and such a reputation is naturally gained in battles.
However, he is not proud of this, because most of the time he is directing defensive battles and it is difficult to kill many enemies.
This side of the Canghong Empire.
In the field of view of the telescope, the shields are continuously arranged on the hillside like silver waves, giving them a neat beauty.
"The Knights of the Holy White Shield led by Albert, they are really old friends."
A young man wearing a black and red aristocratic trench coat put down his telescope and talked to the general beside him.
"Lord Panside, the garrison led by Albert is guarding it. I'm afraid it will take a long time to capture it again this time." A general on horseback responded to the words. He was wearing a black cloak and riding a maroon robe.
The military horse is equipped with imperial-style metal armor.
"Well, it will be a little troublesome, but it's just a little troublesome. I won't let this guy go this time. At least he will be missing arms and legs, so that I can feel at ease."
Panside recalled that at the end of last year, during the retreat battle at Apocalypse Fortress, the legion he led met Albert, but the other party blocked him for so long that he did not gain any merit in that battle.
This incident caused Panside to lose a lot of face in the aristocratic circle, and also made him resentful. Now that he encountered this guy again, he naturally wanted to take revenge.
"Let the returning mages drag out the magic crystal cannon. It's their turn to use it this time."
"Yes, sir!" The messenger on the side stood at attention and replied, then rode towards the rear on his horse.
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At the same time, outside the Tixilan Mountains.
In the complex and ever-changing forest, scouts dressed in black were walking quickly through it. They were ordered to detect the surrounding intelligence and prepare for the advance of the rear army.
Compared with ordinary scouts, these scouts are from the elite corps "Venomous Bee Blade Regiment" commanded by Count Black Pine, and each one is above Sequence 4.
The man commanding the army at the rear was Earl Heisong of the Canghong Empire. He sent this elite private army under his command to inquire about surrounding intelligence.
A few months ago, when the Canghong Empire's army crossed the border hills, this scout regiment played a huge role, leading the empire's army to see through several ambushes and obstructions of Clancia, so that the Canghong Empire would not suffer from intelligence losses.
Now faced with the complex regional environment near the Sighing Mountains, Duke Red Dragon also ordered Earl Black Pine to lead the eastern army and let him take advantage of the strengths of this private army.
"Reporting to your lord, the nearly 10 miles ahead have been explored and it is safe to march."
Among the troops advancing slowly in the forest, Earl Black Pine stopped temporarily on horseback to listen to the report of a scout below him.
"Very good, we must capture the Tissilan Mountains this time. It is said that many of Crancia's armaments are built by factories hidden in the mountains. If we capture them, it will be a great achievement and glory."
After the earl finished his instructions, he swung the reins, the horse under him roared loudly, and then galloped forward.
The oncoming forest breeze was fresh and comfortable, and the black cloak behind him also fluttered. The earl had already begun to imagine the wonderful scene of returning from victory.
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Fengxiao Province, central battlefield.
Thousands of flags and spears shot straight into the sky, there were sounds of artillery fire and clashes of weapons everywhere, and the city walls made of steel and flesh were stacked on top of each other, advancing like an endless tide.
In the sky, the figure of the giant dragon dances and rotates, blocking the sun from time to time, letting the flames and shadows spread to the earth.
"Oh glorious and holy realm, please show it now!"
Behind Cranthia, priests in white clothes closed their eyes and prayed and chanted, and then sloping hexagonal light shields emerged in the low altitude to resist the flowing fire pouring down from the sky.
Looking at the highest point in the sky, a giant black and red dragon soars above all the dragons.
In this changed world, this Sequence 8 dragon has almost become an unrivaled war beast, dominating the sky wantonly.
In the offensive and defensive battle of Apocalypse Fortress, it was also because of the existence of this giant dragon that the Tyrant Sky Armored Dragon of the Young Moon Council was finally defeated by the Blood Winged Red Dragon Knights. In the end, most of them were defeated and their vitality was severely damaged.
Are we going to make the same mistake again this time?
Ignoring the concerns of the rear commander for the time being, on the battlefield on the ground, the military formations of the two sides were intertwined, shields and spears were constantly clashing, the warriors with black and red feathers and the warriors with platinum flags were killing each other, and there was blood everywhere.
Unwilling roars and shouts.
In this dense front, the armies of the two sides collided like tides. There was no gap, no room to maneuver, no room to display strategies, and the only thing left was to fight with their lives.
Every time the spear moves forward, it is bound to pierce the enemy's body. Every time the sword pierces, it is bound to take away a life. The hot blood is mixed with the dust and rolls down into the soil. Individual life seems extremely fragile at this moment.
And small, ruthlessly crushed by the wheels of war.
As those red dragons flew, the sky was gradually covered by dark red lead clouds, and scorching flames poured down, turning the soldiers in the front line below into burning black carbon.
Seeing the enemies coming from all directions like an endless black tide, the hearts of the Crancia soldiers sank step by step.
How many more enemies do we have to kill, and how long do we have to persist before this black and red nightmare can end?
A soldier pulled out the dagger from his enemy, and sticky blood flowed down the hilt into his hand. The rich smell of blood gradually filled everything he sensed, making him suffocate and despair.
Although he had received strict training and had the experience of killing on the battlefield, he watched the familiar figures fall one by one. There were fewer and fewer people around him, his arms became weaker and weaker, and his mind became more and more dizzy.
, he also gradually realized that the limit was coming.
But there is still no end to what is happening in front of me. After killing one enemy, another enemy surges forward.
Completely different from the Frost Alliance, the army of the Canghong Empire has a high will to fight. You can say that this is a kind of ignorant fanaticism and ignorant madness. But it is undeniable that it does allow the army to maintain a higher combat effectiveness.
They do not think that they are an evil party. In the cultural tradition of the empire, conquering each other and defeating the enemy is a matter of honor and pride. Conquering the Seven Snow Flower Kingdoms and realizing the empire's dream of unifying the continent is extremely great and
A sacred cause that even hundreds of years later can proudly tell future generations.
Opening up new territories and enlarging the territory, making marquises and nobles, are the dreams of countless men in the empire, and now this dream has been ignited by the emperor, burning like a blazing flame.
"War, blood, this crown of thorns will be worn by you yourself! If you want to prove your lineage and glory, then go forward, cut off the enemy's head, seize the enemy's flag, and enjoy this life to your heart's content
The feast!”
Nobles in crimson trench coats stood high on the hillside, brandishing swords and roaring. Soldiers in full armor advanced on the land shrouded in war.
The white starry flag on the ground was gradually soaked in blood, trampled on, and covered with dust.