Vol 3 Chapter 313

~ Date: ~ October 17 ~

The army of Baron Luodu is accelerating. The non-commissioned students of the Cavaliers Academy are driving hundreds of soldiers to march. The Seventh Petty Brigade of the Hong Kong Guard on the front of Chishu Square is under pressure first. Passing their positions, it is as if the survivors seized the last straw.

The Hong Kong Guard even fought violently. Ironically, the escaped aristocratic personal soldiers turned around, and played ten times more fiercely when facing their original allies, and the survival could turn them into red-eyed madmen.

Behind them are the gleaming lances that drove them.

This is a little different from the script expected by the captain of the Seventh Petite Team of Port Ampel, Sir Marousse. The princess and her men not only really appeared, but they really banged in. It was just that this collision was a bit more decisive, and instead of destroying Luo Du's army at random, it seemed that he had seen their position at a glance.

The princess came menacingly, and was proportional to Maloser's increasingly pale face, but what now? This jazz gentleman, Qi Qiran, who has never really killed an enemy in his life, looks back at his companion at a glance.

In the heavy rain, the young man wearing the white lion's battle armor pressed his sword with his hand and groaned, like a marble statue, letting the water drops slide from his forehead and cheek.

"Discovered!"

"How did you find out?"

"Perhaps this is not the time to consider this."

He lifted his head, and the grey-blue eyes reflected the gleam of cold light on the rows of spears, flashing the light of reason: In this case, change to a different game.

Above the clouds, lightning is winding a dazzling trajectory—

...

"Balta, you have a good student." When Radel Duro took the order from the commander, he praised with a hint of approval in his eyes.

The Marquis Balta shook his head: "His Royal Highness Princess is not weak at all, it is not like Overwell's handwriting. Macaro is not so decisive, and the other party seems to have a commander we are all unfamiliar with. The combat effectiveness is really worrying. Owen seems to want to use the advantage in numbers to hold the opponent. "

"Just like we did in Loensh," the old man looked at the direction of the port, and in his vision, a gray roof: "It's like a huge meat grinder, slowly, The last drop of blood flowing through Eruin. "

"Mr. High Priest, this is not for you." Reid glanced at the guests next to him. Replied lightly.

The man smiled slightly and didn't care: "Once we made a decision, we were wrong. There is nothing to avoid. The temple will not have a new misunderstanding because of the past separation."

The old man glanced at him, and neither agreed nor objected.

"Old head ..." Balta was a little restless.

"Now you are the head. Balta," the old man replied, "You can rest assured that I will not blame Owen for winning or losing. Always has the first place. He has a good plan to bully more people. Fewer people are also capable-- "

"but……"

"His Royal Highness is probably suffering this time. On this battlefield, all the Eruin blood is flowing. Why is it also a group of good young guys, unfortunately ..." The old man shook Shake his head.

The sky is gradually getting brighter.

But this is not the case--

The news from the front clearly told Brando that the Port Guard was changing its strategy. But it is not a good game to change the hexagrams, especially when the intention is so obvious-Brando can't help sneer-the General of the Hong Kong Guards decides to fight against him.

Hahaha, he almost didn't laugh twice to express the joy in his heart-Kulko offensive and defensive battle, Braggs offensive and defensive battle, captured Ampersel, Soo's pain, shed the blood of White City, no need to deliberately remember A series of classic textbook-like battles came to his mind.

But more importantly--

He was personally involved.

He battled with the Cruzs. Battle with Madara. Combat all things together and even face the inhabitants of the Miner in the dark, not the third-class Port Guard of Ampelsel.

He turned back. And who is he around?

Rocca Vanden Elvis, Enrock Elsa Hey, Freya Alicia, the three best-known heroes in the history of Eruin, two masters of cavalry tactics, one of Eruin's Valkyrie; plus Brecson of Butch, a strongman who can lead a group of guard knights to kill a **** road from the 'One-Eyed Dragon' Targus, and the head of the Royal Knights Miao Ke.

Eruin will be surrounded by the most prestigious young people in the future. They once truly changed an era and pulled Eruin out of the abyss from the darkest history. Although it is only short-lived, it can also be called a momentary talent.

Although Eruin was defeated, it was not a war.

This time, the other party is really seeking its own way.

Perhaps the general on the opposite side will never think about how fast the war will change in the next century due to the participation of players. It was a dark, war-torn era, but it was also absolutely supported by genius and mad ideals-a magnificent era.

What is always correct now is not necessarily applicable in the future.

"Roka, Enrock, Freya, Bresson, Muke, and the other side wants to use the street fight to hold us," Brando looked at the battlefield ahead and smiled slightly: "They want to turn this place into a flesh and blood Mill, didn't you doze off in the tactics class? "

Miao Ke stared at him indifferently. The other party's previous order now seems to be correct, but there is nothing remarkable about it, at best it is quite satisfactory. They might do better.

Bryson did not answer. Brando's change was too great for him. In fact, since the escape of Butch, the other party has been undergoing transformation. Although he did not want to admit it, he had to say, The young man in front of him was no longer the son of the miller whom he looked down on.

Although the grievances between the two have been resolved, this does not mean that he will stand on the other side.

Of the four, only Roca van den Elvis smiled slightly, and didn't care much about the young man wearing a black military uniform of the King's Knights Academy, with long light golden hair and a ponytail. It's a bit embarrassing, and hasn't even completely separated from the imprint left on them by the King Knight Academy, which is a little bit green, but it has already begun to become as calm as a famous general.

In fact in history. He has always been the head of Sanjie. Rocca Van den Elvis is the eldest son of the family. His father is a little-known little nobleman in the province of Viero. The family has never made a big man in history, but Roca is undoubtedly an exception. .

Historically, Loka Vanden Elvis had played the army of Sifah in the applause, and because of his mild personality, he was called a 'scabbard-less sword'-for metaphor Once the edge is revealed, it must be invincible and invincible.

It's just a pity that this unsheathed sword has not had time to unsheath. He died of illness during the expedition to the north and did not even have time to participate in the second Black Rose war.

This is arguably one of the biggest regrets for Eruin.

Of course, this time Brando will certainly not let this regret repeat itself. The reason why he gathered these young people beside himself was that he was afraid that they would die unexpectedly in this Ampersel war. For example, Enrock of the three died in the end.

However, without sharpening, a sharp sword cannot be forged.

Brando knew that too. He can only do his best to prevent it.

"Lord Lord, this is not easy to do. The Hong Kong Guard itself has more troops than us, and it has a geographical advantage. If they are determined to fight against us, we may not be able to handle it." The black hair shone and replied with a smile.

This guy is a bit like Carglis at this moment, and he is completely different from his taciturn character; he has a better relationship with Roca, and even once matched his brother and brother. Presumably it was the change that had taken place under the dual blows of the decline of the kingdom and Roka's death. Brando thought with some sympathy.

"That isn't necessarily." He smiled. "Forget that I was invited to teach you today by Her Royal Highness Princess. In fact, it would be very easy to defeat the Hong Kong Guard as if it was Rhodes."

"Bragging." Miao Ke directly concluded from the side.

"Haha, that's not necessarily the case," Brando Haha smiled. "Miao, why don't we make a bet. If I can do it, how about you to help me?"

The gray-haired young man glanced at him: "What's the matter?"

"Come and serve me, how about it?" Brando laughed uneasily in his heart. In the future, the head of the iron knight came to serve himself. He still remembered the trouble this guy was looking for.

I have to say that Brando is actually a careful guy.

Of course, as for failure? joke. That was something he hadn't considered.

Miao Ke was silent for a moment, of course he knew the other party would not make such a bet for no reason. But being young is fearless, he nodded in the end: "You lost?"

"I'll be your lieutenant."

"Muke." Freya couldn't help but remind him that the one who was most familiar with Brando was afraid that she couldn't find a second person except her.

But the gray-haired young man only glanced at her and replied, "Relax, Freya, I won't make him too embarrassed."

"I'm afraid you are embarrassed ..." The future Valkyrie was speechless in her heart.

"Well, the contract is established." Brando laughed. "Come here, I will tell you how to fight this battle ..."

In fact, Freya's soon became a reality.

Brando began to order--

The next moment, the cavalry of the King's Cavaliers Academy began to advance in the direction pointed by his blade, and a bird's eye view from above seemed like a huge front to divide countless tentacles. .

Almost instantly.

In the darkness, Yan Zhen waited to watch closely everything that happened on this huge battlefield.

Countless investigation posts are intertwined back and forth between the front and the back. After the ambiguous information has gathered in many ways, a clear picture is presented in front of everyone.

The headquarters of the White Lion Corps was in a panic.

"How do they collaborate !?"

"The other party is crazy!"

"Martha is on, this is impossible!"

Everyone was completely dead.

In the direction of Chishu Square-

In fact, in front of this square is a densely packed shopping area, and at this moment, the defeat of Baron Luodu is hitting their friendly positions from all directions through these alleys. Behind them, the young knights of Wangli Cavaliers Academy are meticulous in carrying out their tactics. On the one hand, the young knights form a team to drive out the remnants, on the other hand they dismantle and reorganize at any time, and form tactical groups to continuously detour the Hong Kong Guard Position flanks.

In just ten minutes, the subordinate generals of the Hong Kong Guards seemed to have gone through a long, unforgettable nightmare. The tragedy has exceeded what they have learned on all occasions. The enemy can appear at any time and in any direction. Places to appear to attack their positions.

They established a standard line of defense in full accordance with the code of conduct provided by the White Lion Legion. Before such an offensive, it was almost impenetrable.

Before this position, the princess's attack seemed to turn into real, flowing water, and when the whole army moved, mercury poured out.

The situation is completely changing.

"How did they maintain the command system!"

"Crystal crystal ?! Impossible, in such a huge battlefield, any magic communication will interfere with each other-you listen! Even a Buga wizard. It is impossible to do it!" White Lions first guard The head of the regiment Foster almost roared and said to his lieutenant.

The lieutenant looked pale and could only do nothing.

But perhaps the bitter smile of the lieutenant finally made Foster realize that this anger would not help change the current situation, and he couldn't help raising his head stiffly.

Staring dullly at the huge map hanging in the middle of the tent ...

On the map ... The port guard's defense line described by that bright red line seemed so heavy, awkward, and flawed at the moment ... It seemed to be a silent mockery of the entire White Lion Legion.

But this is an absolutely standard line of defense.

Even if it was Cruz, the infantry code of that mighty empire could not find a more perfect example than this line of defense. It was heavy and clumsy, but it was equally solid and unable to bypass it.

It is impeccable.

Each of its defensive points n is so precise, it seems to have been refined through several generations. He was like a slow-moving giant, and in the face of it, there were only two results-letting it drain the last drop of blood, or exhausting the last drop of blood by itself.

It's like a perfect meat grinder.

What is filled in is his own life and the life of the enemy. There is no other way but a positive breakthrough. The White Lions, Irving, and Malother carefully laid out the flesh and blood battlefield, and prepared to let Her Royal Highness drain the last drop of blood here.

But just when they were ready to make this heavy punch. Only to find their enemies turned into a plate of loose sand in front of them, and then penetrated into their bodies pervasively.

For a moment.

The giant's huge body became his own worst enemy.

The solid line of defense seemed to be at stake in an instant, but everyone didn't even understand what was happening.

They will never understand how the non-commissioned officers and students of the King's Cavaliers Academy turned the army into a piece of sand; in all the tears, it was a precursor to the collapse of an army, suicide, and even Baron Luodu was personally a quarter of an hour ago. This is the perfect interpretation.

But in a blink of an eye, the black cavalry of the opponent completely wiped out the tear.

They don't understand--

Just as he didn't understand the dramatic and profound changes that another world radio brought to the battlefield after World War I, Brando was making the same change in another way.

This is not his credit.

The player has even more subtle means to achieve all of this.

But for Brando, that's enough.

Wind and rain, the young blond man raised his hand high and looked at the Fengjing spider on his hand. Then simply tied the note up. Only then did this elf-like creature disappear into the wind and rain.

He turned back and looked silently in the direction of the man's direction.

No one knew better than him that the war at Ampelsel was doomed to change.

The clash did not take more than a quarter of an hour before.

Destined to be recorded in history forever.

When Foster looked back from the map, he finally realized that he might have made a mistake. He looked at his men, the young men of the White Lion Legion, and they still looked incredible.

"Master, how did they do it?" Someone even asked.

"This is not the point," Foster interrupted them with some disappointment, and his future in the White Lions Corps could be calmer and sharper. "The point now is that the Hong Kong Guard has been destined to fall, and the pace of Luo Du is also But instantly. "

The young people froze for a moment, then flashed before their eyes.

"Well, it seems you all understand," Foster nodded. "It's time for the kingdom's male lions to show their teeth, according to the plan."

Everyone is one.

"Submit to Irving and get him back to his place."

"Franz, I want to see you and your knights in the predetermined position at the time of the reservation, it is not bad."

"Conn, put on your cloak, and you're ready to go."

"The Lion of the Empire—"

"Don't take it!" The knights yelled in unison, all of them were standing upright, and then looked at the head of the group and turned away from him.

A young man walked in with them.

"Master, an army is crossing Long Qin Market near the flank of the Port Guard."

Quiet inside the tent.

Foster froze slightly. He turned to look at the huge map. "That's Karen's area. What banner does the other party play?"

The young man didn't answer a bit awkwardly.

"Answer my question, soldier." Foster asked with some seriousness.

"It's the White Lion Battle Banner ... Lord."

Foster froze slightly.

"Which White Lion Banner?" He hurriedly asked, almost angrily: "Who was acting without my order?"

"Yes……"

"What is it?"

"It's the White Lion ... the Guards." The young man stammered.

"The Guard Corps?" Foster stayed, did the White Lions have this name?

... It seems that there is the name of the 'infantry knight' following the predecessor Eke's conquest, but after the death of the predecessor Eke, this account has been vacant forever. Alluin pays tribute to the 'lion'.

Foster's face changed.

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(Ps: Conceived for a while, I have been looking for feelings in the afternoon, hum, and listened to countless songs. By the way, from now on I will prepare some drafts for the outbreak at the end of the month, everyone remember to leave tickets.)

& gt,

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