Vol 5 Chapter 196

The sun pouring down on the Temple Square was a little bit brighter, and the spear tip dazzled with snow. Haruze, holding a sword, stood on the steps of the Temple of Fossa in blood and clenched. Yaguan stands still. The summer wind blew the long flag on the spire of the temple, the holy emblem of Jin Yan shimmered, and the petals of silver trees like snow were rising and falling down.

The Imperial Army is rushing into the square, and the White Lion Guard's defensive circle is gradually shrinking.

But you must not step back-

"Haruze! Stand up and do it again!" The elder sister's voice was majestic and gentle, full of irresistible force. She put her soft and cold hand on his forehead, and looked at his eyes carefully, one word at a time. Suddenly said: "You are the only man in the Corcova family. You have no choice but to assume your responsibilities and duties! You are a king, and your blood should flow for the Corcova family, for the royal family. And flow, flow to promise your people. "

"The so-called king is the one who bleed first--"

In the chaotic slaying, the anxiously shout of a white lion guard's knight passed from his distant sky to his thoughts: "Her Royal Highness, please step back ... here, I can't hold it anymore. "

The skin ring of the bundle of hair broke when I didn't know when, a long silver hair flying in the wind, and the hair brushed across the blood-stained face, a smile like a princess's coexistence of firmness and softness. Haruzer looked down at the **** knight and smiled slightly: "I can't retreat ... because, we will win soon, ... I believe the teacher, he will do it."

"can--"

The long sword pointed forward, the tip of the sword shining a little in the sun.

Haruze slowly leveled the ridge of his sword, and his eyes formed a straight line with a slightly childish face with almost sacred solemnity: "Yes. Today I am Princess Fusha, and today, I will also Lead you to victory!-Listen to you. The Cruzians have no time to start, but they haven't stood still. Follow me on the left!

"Her Royal Highness, you must not take risks!"

"Why not?" Haruze looked back and replied, pressing with one hand to his chest: "Here is the blood of the royal family, which flows for the throne, and one day the flower of the royal family will wither and wither, but the stars of the ancient kings will rise gradually To shine on Eruin through all ages. "

This is the claw of the white lion, the tooth of the white lion ...

This is the wing of the white lion. It is the glory of the white lion ...

This is the soul of the white lion, the pride of the white lion.

The tension on the faces of the young knights turned to sacred. They had a tune from ancient times. They were sad and magnificent, but they were also impassioned. This was the belief that Brando and the predecessor Ek passed to them, as if they passed through. The entrustment of distant time and space, so that people can see the truth and belief behind it.

"Come with me, my knights, I am with you. Fight alongside you."

"His Royal Highness, you are with us, we are fighting side by side-" The knight's response was low and magnificent.

An epic is being written on the battlefield. The Eruin suddenly moved and launched a swift attack. Above the square, countless white lion guard knights hailed like mountains and waves, they praised and shouted, “Long live the white lion, hooray the princess, and long live Eruin” towards the Imperial Guard infantry lined up in an array. Launched a decisive charge.

They are so excited, so indifferent, so desperate to die, as if they are not facing death, but supreme glory.

The Cruzians were blinded, and they found that the flashing eyes of their enemies were crazy colors. They rushed into the forest of spears, between the walls of shields. Allow the spear to pierce their bodies, but still attack the Emperor * behind the shield wall.

Emperor * 's front is loose. By the time they reacted, the White Lions Guards had smashed a huge gap in their array. The commander of the White Legion was distraught when he saw this scene—they had n’t had time to start, and the weakness of the left wing was caught by the other side—but he did n’t expect that the Eruin was so decisive that he used his life hard Seized the only opportunity from despair.

This opportunity is about to kill everything.

The Hong Kong Guards watching this scene are also stunned. They have witnessed a Jedi counterattack. The retreating side is a legend of legend, the Anderson Corps, the pale wolf in the field, the white of the empire, and the Eruin. A miracle is being created, and this miracle will spread across the continent in an instant-the empire is defeated, in front of the Eruins.

Almost only after a moment of hesitation, all the Hong Kong Guards screamed and joined in the counterattack. They only understood one thing in their hearts. After today, both parties involved in this battle will be famous.

It will witness the rise of a legion.

And at this moment, the glory belongs to Eruin--

...

The snow was very heavy, the snow was thick, the pace was sloppy, and the sweat seemed to blur the sight. The lungs seemed to pierce a nail. The pain was hot. The hair was sticky on the cheek. The vision was heavy as if at any time. Will fall asleep.

But only the sword still clenched tightly in his hand--

when!

In a cold light, the sword in his hand flew out of the hand and fell into the snow with a spin, splashing and holding a handful of snowflakes.

Before responding, a burst of force came from the chest. As soon as the sight was gone, the person had risen off the ground and fell heavily on the snow. The cold snow melted down from his forehead and slipped along the nose to the tip of his chin On the baby, the clothes were already wet and cold.

"Stand up," a cold voice ordered in a disappointed tone. "Again!"

Somehow, tears burst out.

"No crying, Haruze!"

Haruze looked up with tears in his eyes, seeing the man standing in front of him, his sister stood upright and brave, wearing a thin armed suit and holding a long sword, standing in the heavy snow. Here is ..., he turned back subconsciously, and there was a tall figure standing under the minions of the scorched old oak tree. He was wearing a wide and thick cloak, and behind the snow, he promised .

"You are not as strong as your sister, but one day you will be a good king and protect your sister. She loves you very much."

The teardrop was like a broken bead and rolled down.

"Haruzer, you are a man. Don't cry!"

"I won't cry--!"

Haruzer screamed and jumped up, rolled to the side and grabbed his sabre in the snowdrift. But he had just barely touched the coldness of the hilt, and his head was already under heavy pressure. He subconsciously lifted his sword to parry, a harsh metal friction sound, and the huge power almost made him back again and again. He looked up and found that the scenery in front of him had changed.

He was holding a sabre, staggered with the earth's sword in the hands of his teacher Brando, on the thick red carpet of the Holy Hall of Valhalla. Light and shadow intersect in the palace, and between the light and shadow Brando wears a light gray earl coat, is looking up at him calmly, and said, word by word:

"Haruzet, what you can do depends on what you want to do. Swordplay is different from magic. It is a manifestation of confidence in a person's heart."

"teacher……"

"Can you beat yourself?"

"I……"

"Then try another sword."

The dark blade drew away his sword and stabbed him at a tricky angle, like a poisonous snake. Haruze happened to remember this. Quickly turned the sword, once again blocking Brando's attack. The two swords intersect with a clear beep.

After a sword. Haruzer stepped forward subconsciously, trying to attack, but he suddenly realized something, and he stopped and froze in place.

Brando stole the sword of the earth and laughed.

"Haruze, everyone will eventually learn to sword."

"The sword will break, the swordsman will die, but they will not fail. Once you have the sword, you will definitely win—"

The foreground of the eye is staggered.

In a shadow. He seemed to see his sister's erect posture again, and Yingying stood beside his father. That was the ghost of many times. The background is bright spring days, gentle summer nights, falling leaves, falling snow, and winter covered with snow. The scenes are in Wintertalon, in Summertime, and in the Golden Palace. ; He saw himself falling again and again, and he got up from the ground again and again, he saw his head disappointed and saw the promised prostration, and finally the picture was fixed on the square of the temple of Fusha——

He saw that he led his knights to charge the Empire's front, the spears flickered, the battle flag fluttered, and the ancient heroes surrounded the battlefield, singing and groaning.

He saw the spirited, self-confident and determined self, the ‘Her Royal Highness Princess’, who seemed to be a Valkyrie, as if he saw a self standing against him, completely opposite.

"Haruzet, this world is like a huge stage, and one day, everyone will find their own position on it."

"You don't have to be discouraged because of your weakness, because you haven't seen the pride hidden in your heart."

"People who really do nothing will not be disappointed in themselves ..."

"You will stand proudly in the center of the stage, and I will be proud of you."

Haruze did not know if he was still in tears, and whether he should still be in tears. The sword in his hand also fell and disappeared in the darkness.

Everything is in darkness.

When he reopened his eyes, the shadows in the vague field of vision lingered, and his chest was hot and painful, and he was consciously heard someone shouting a surprise: "His Royal Highness is awake!" , Actually passed out again. When he woke up again, the sunset was gradually falling, and at dusk, the residual sun drifted on the sea, dyeing the entire sunset at Fusha Square.

Emperor * has long retreated. At this moment, the entire Fattan port is peaceful. Although Yu Yanyu is in the direction of the city head, the banner of the White Legion can no longer be seen. The soldiers told 'She' with reverence, and just after he led the Cavaliers to fight back the last attack of the White Legion, Emperor * somehow withdrew from the city, and almost everyone attributed this miracle to 'She' , Called 'her' 'Miracle Princess of Fattan Harbour'.

But only Haruze knew it: the teacher had done it, and he really convinced the other's legion chief to surrender and surrender. After this battle, the white lion stood proud.

Haruze sat quietly on the steps, and the setting sun stretched his shadow long, together, leaning on the square, others did not dare to disturb 'she', the knights both respected and willingly His Royal Highness stood guard.

Not long after, a soldier brought Brando's messenger crystal and said to Haruze, "His Royal Highness Princess, Lord Lord said he wants to see you."

Haruzer nodded at him.

Soon, Brando's image appeared on the crystal.

Brando looked at the **** "His Royal Highness Princess" and shook his head with great relief: "Is the injury serious?"

"Not serious, teacher."

"Fortunately, it's not serious, otherwise your sister will kill me."

"Teacher, sorry ..."

"It's good to know that it is wrong. If you really die here, the Wang Dang must believe that I am trying to win the throne of the throne." Brando joked.

"Teacher, I know you are not—"

"Just because you know, you can't easily give up your life," Brando took seriously. "Haruzer, this matter can be big or small, but Eruin must not be caught in suspicion and civil unrest again. You must be responsible for this, and you must also be responsible for this kingdom! So you have to think twice about your behavior. Recklessness is not a quality that a good leader should be deserved! "

"But, teacher, I have seriously considered it. You said that I should be a banner. In that case, if I choose to retreat, then we will certainly lose Fattan Harbor and lose Fattan Harbor. Does our victory still make sense? "

"It doesn't make sense--" Brando answered decisively.

Haruze hesitated for a moment. He had regretted it after he had said this. He never dared to refute his teacher, especially when he did something wrong, but somehow why he said it out of nowhere. As if without a brain. But before he had time to regret it, Brando's answer surprised him even more.

He never dreamed that instead of blaming him for this, Brando praised him instead.

"Because you made the right choice," Brando suddenly smiled. "Haruze, you are the best crown prince I have ever seen and my best student. I am proud of you."

Haruze opened her mouth slightly, wondering when a warm current surged in her heart, as if in an unreal world. It took a long while to answer, "Teacher ... Thank you."

"You should thank your sister and yourself," Brando shook his head. "Remember what I said to you?"

Haruzer nodded heavily.

The king does not need a sword, because he has pride in himself--

... (to be continued)

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