Imperial Crown

The Bloody Highlands was particularly peaceful today.

There was wind, but not strong. It only occasionally blew up some snow on the ground, which swirled and then quickly dispersed.

Vesdon led the vanguard troops to advance slowly, and the scouts of the Scorpion Nest followed not far away.

They had thought about harassing, but under the crossbow shooting, no one dared to move forward after leaving two bodies.

"Huh..." Vesdon exhaled a breath of white air.

Nearly forty minutes had passed since the departure, and he gradually began to feel that being a commander did not seem to be that difficult.

In the previous battle, the horse thieves lost nearly half of their troops, leaving only a group of remnants.

Although he had less than fifty soldiers under his command, he had just experienced a great victory yesterday!

Maybe... I can lead them to directly smash the Heleti army?

In that case, I will really become a hero of the Eagle Territory!

Vesdon showed a hint of expectation on his face.

Boom, boom, boom...

The dense sound of horse hooves gradually became clear, and Vesdon came back to his senses and looked over.

On the horizon, a black wave was surging.

As the sound of hooves approached, the waves began to become clear, tearing Visdon's fantasy to pieces.

"How... are there so many people!?"

Visdon's lips trembled, and his breathing suddenly stopped. From his abdomen to his chest, all the muscles in his body had stiffened.

The 160 people sent by Heleti yesterday, shouldn't they have been the entire army?

Why, this time, it feels like there are more people than last time! ?

No, not only did the number of people not decrease, their momentum was completely different from before.

More fierce, more... violent!

"Prepare for battle!" Visdon roared loudly, his voice was a little distorted: "Form a formation!!"

With an order, the Eagle Army rode their horses to change the formation, with sword and shield soldiers in front, spearmen in the back, and crossbowmen left in the last row.

About 400 meters away, Heleti raised his arm, and the entire horse thief army slowly stopped.

He looked at the Eagle Army's formation with a scrutinizing gaze, and asked Eugene, "Is this a cavalry formation?"

Eugene followed Heleti's gaze and was stunned for a moment, with a strange look on his face: "Sir, this is an ordinary infantry formation, just on horseback!"

Helati trusted Eugene's vision, and he looked carefully and found the clues.

Sword and shield soldiers in front, spearmen in the back, it is indeed an infantry formation.

"Smart!"

Helati sneered and shook his head.

Cavalry is not as simple as infantry on horseback.

"Eugene."

"Here!"

"Take the main camp and charge forward, eat them!" Heleti ordered seemingly casually.

"Yes, Lord Shah!" Eugene rode out slowly:

"Main camp, follow me!!"

The horse thieves began to split up, and soon a team of about a hundred people gathered behind Eugene.

There are 163 people in the main camp, 51 of whom were killed yesterday, and now there are 112 people.

More than twice the number of the Eagle Army's vanguard.

Eugene is not good at horseback archery, and this kind of situation does not require horseback archery.

In a battle, the cavalry only needs to run over a group of farmers on horseback!

He put down his armor, cut off half of the airflow he exhaled, and shouted loudly: "Charge!!"

The warhorse under his crotch gradually accelerated, and Eugene laid down his lance and began to charge.

For him, returning to the battlefield is as peaceful as going home.

At the same time.

Weisdong adjusted the position of his prosthetic hand, stuck the shield in front of his chest, and clenched the enchanted hand and half sword in his hand. The light blue luster on it was just like his heart at this moment.

Taking a deep breath, imitating Eric's memory, Weisdong ordered loudly:

"Sword and shield soldiers raise their shields, spearmen hold their spears, and crossbowmen look for opportunities for battle-"

"Prepare to meet the enemy!!!"

December 25, 1193 of the Bright Calendar, the 23rd day after departure.

The decisive battle officially began.

Unlike on flat ground, the sword and shield soldiers and spearmen on horseback could not squat to make room for shooting, and the crossbowmen on horseback could not launch three-stage shooting, and could only find targets on their own.

Sporadic crossbow arrows penetrated the army of horse thieves, occasionally shooting down a horse thief or knocking over a warhorse, but it was ultimately irrelevant to the overall situation.

The two sides were getting closer and closer -

and then they crashed into each other with a bang!

It was like waves hitting the reef.

But what was stirred up was not splashes of water, but sticky and hot blood!

Some soldiers of the Eagle Army were pierced through by lances on the spot, and the person who killed him was immediately stabbed to death by several spears; some horse thieves' lances hit the shields, failing to kill the opponent, but they were thrown off the horse by the recoil; and some soldiers of the Eagle Army resisted the first wave of impact, but were harvested by the flying axes that followed.

They either fell to the ground or hung on the horses.

Those who fell on the ground were trampled into meat paste, melted the snow, and mixed with the soil, becoming a new footnote for this country called "Bloody Highlands".

Those who hung on the horses were swaying as the horses ran in panic, dragged on the ground, and then cut into pieces by the sand and broken blades.

In just a moment of contact, more than ten people from both sides died, and the Eagle Army had far more casualties than the horse thieves!

And this was just the beginning of the decisive battle.

Wesdon seemed to have returned to yesterday. He could no longer hear any sound in his ears, and the world in his eyes seemed to have lost its color. He could only see the sharp edges of the weapons flashing with cold light and the flying manes of the war horses!

For the first time, he knew that facing the charge of the cavalry would feel so strong!

But unlike yesterday, he finally regained his sense of body this time. The sweat was absorbed by the lining of the gauntlet, and a coolness came, making his hand holding the half-sword even tighter.

Long before he set off, he had someone tie his hand and the hilt together with a bandage.

Finally, Eugene's lance approached.

Wesdon adjusted his body and let the enchanted steel shield held by the fake hand take this impact.

The sharp blade of the lance, one foot long, tore the surface of the shield, but was trapped by the dense shield body. The iron chips flew with sparks, and the steel shield suddenly flew back and hit Wesdon. At this moment, the lance also raised the gun head suddenly because of the recoil force!

The impact force was transmitted along the body of Visdon to the blood-eyed warhorse, making it unable to stop neighing loudly.

A dull pain came from the chest, and the sound that had disappeared once again filled Visdon's ears, making him feel like he was alive again.

He held the enchanted hand half sword in his hand and chopped it down on Eugene's head!

"No rules!" Eugene sneered, threw down his lance, and raised his shield to meet him.

The shield covered with tin skin lit up a silver luster, dense and tight, like a mirror.

At the moment when the blade of the enchanted hand half sword collided, the light on the shield weakened slightly, and then all gathered under the blade, and suddenly exploded!

The silver-white fighting spirit wrapped around the sword, scraping against the sword body and making a tooth-grinding metal friction sound, and the flames burst out like fireworks.

Ding——

As if a bronze bell was ringing, the tremor swept across.

Under the effect of the iron fighting spirit, the enchanted half sword began to shake violently, and the fighting spirit spread and eroded all the way, from the tip of the sword to the blade, and then to the hilt, and the vibration was also like a shadow.

With a sound of tearing silk, the iron fighting spirit like silver smoke tore the bandage on Weisdong's hand and suddenly drilled into the flesh. The skin on the palm first broke into a circle of white lines, and then suddenly burst into a large ball of blood mist!

"Ah——"

Wesdong let out a shrill scream.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart. Among the five fingers left on his left hand, the ring finger and the little finger were cut to only white bones, and there was even a little meat hanging on his palm through a little skin.

Eugene showed a cruel smile on his face: "Iron Legion secret combat skills, the taste of 'Mirror Shield', how good is it?"

Wesdong's pale face was expressionless. He raised his arm to his mouth, bit off the excess meat, and bit the bandage with his teeth. He put down the mask and completely covered his expression.

He didn't say anything, but his posture said it all.

Eugene snorted coldly: "You don't know how to live or die!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already drawn the enchanted long sword from his waist, and charged forward with the sword on his horse!

The enchanted half-sword in Weisdong's hand had lost its luster and became bumpy. When his arm dropped, blood flowed down the sword spine, filling the holes on it, making it look as dirty as an unearthed antique.

But he still raised the sword and laid it flat on the side of the warhorse.

Standard cavalry defense posture!

A hint of sharpness flashed in Eugene's eyes. He controlled the warhorse to cleverly avoid Weisdong's sword, and suddenly sent a sword behind him when they crossed.

Weisdong seemed to have expected this scene. He held the half-sword upright behind his back. The broad sword body could not withstand the stab of the enchanted weapon wrapped in fighting spirit, and was pierced by a string. Then the blade pierced through the chain mail, leaving a not-so-deep wound on his back.

Compared with the broken finger, this pain was nothing. Weisdong trembled, let out a suppressed cry of pain, and then turned the horse's head.

Even without the help of his left hand, his horsemanship was very skillful. When he turned around, Eugene had just adjusted the angle of the warhorse.

A trace of surprise flashed across Eugene's eyes, and then his smile became even stronger.

Only resistance can make people have fun!

He clamped his legs on the horse's belly and rode forward again.

Weisdong took a deep breath and suppressed the trembling of his arms.

He was not seriously injured in the previous battle, but his energy and physical strength were consumed. Sweat was flowing out uncontrollably, making the wound on his hand burn very painfully.

The two war horses were close at hand. This time Weisdong decided to take a risk. His wrist holding the sword drooped slightly, seemingly intercepting Eugene, but actually aiming at his warhorse.

However

When the two were less than three meters apart, Eugene suddenly pulled the reins, and the horse's head suddenly turned, appearing on the right side from the position that should have been on Weisdong's left!

In a one-on-one situation, cavalrymen usually don't choose this attack method.

Because when you are on the right side of the enemy, the enemy is also on your right side, which greatly increases the possibility of the knight himself getting hurt.

But this is exactly the most uncomfortable position for Weisdong, who lost his right hand. He stretched out his sword with his left hand, but it was too late!

The enchanted long sword in Eugene's hand pierced through the armor with the blessing of fighting spirit, drilled into Weisdong's prosthetic shoulder, went deep inside, and came out from under the neck, opening a deep wound under his neck!

The feeling of the sword entering the flesh was first cold, then burning, and finally painful.

This kind of pain was not the first time that Visdon had experienced it. He gritted his teeth and tried to swallow the blood that flowed into his mouth, but when the blade dragged his flesh and blood out, Visdon still couldn't hold back his instinctive reaction.

"Puff-ah!" The blood sprayed into the visor, and the blood splashed all over Visdon's eyes, making his vision scarlet.

Turning the horse's head with difficulty, he saw that Eugene had raised his visor with a happy smile on his face!

Eugene was indeed in a good mood, sweeping away the previous depression and haze, and he laughed: "Be careful, little guy, next time, my sword won't be so crooked."

Just now, Eugene could have killed Visdon, but he didn't do it.

What Eugene likes most is to hit the opponent little by little, and see the opponent's angry and helpless expression, from anger to pain, from pain to collapse, and finally begging Eugene to kill him!

Visdon's figure sitting on the horse's back was swaying, and blood flowed down the gap in the visor, and his expression could not be seen.

He was breathing heavily, the wounds on his body were in unbearable pain, and his muscles were twitching like they were being torn apart. The spurting blood made him feel the passing of life.

The fear of fighting could not be suppressed at this moment.

Otherwise... run away now?

A thought came to his mind, and his eyes swept across the battlefield, and he saw a sea of ​​horse thieves, and a mixture of scarlet and white on the ground.

It was very dazzling!

Broken limbs and arms, corpses that were still twitching without heads, and war horses lingered around their dead masters.

Weisdong had never realized so clearly that this was war.

This was the battlefield.

But the Eagle Army behind him was still holding on, even though they were wounded and covered in blood!

They were just a group of serfs who had just been trained for a few months, but I was a noble who had been trained as a regular knight!

I have been riding horses almost every day since I was six years old!

As his mind raced, the unique courage of the young man became extremely hot at this moment, so hot that Weisdong even forgot the pain in his body and was no longer so afraid of death.

This time, he didn't want to be a coward in the eyes of others!

In Eugene's slightly stunned expression, Weisdong raised his head and raised his sword.

"Hah!!"

A bloody roar came from the mask. The sound was a bit dull, and there was also a bit of sadness of seeing death as home. Weisdong shouted:

"Eagle Army, charge--"

He actually chose to attack at this time!

For Eugene, this was undoubtedly a provocation, so Eugene's face suddenly turned cold:

"If you want to die, I will grant you! Remember to say hello to the Lord of Light for me!"

This time, Eugene still chose to attack from Weisdong's left side.

Just when the two horses were about to touch, Eugene pulled the reins again, and the blood-eyed warhorse immediately turned its head, wanting to repeat the old trick.

But what Eugene never expected was that Weisdon, who only had one arm that could be used and was still holding the long sword, suddenly squeezed the horse's belly, and the blood-eyed warhorse under his crotch immediately turned in the direction of Eugene's mount!

He was simply looking for death!

The two war horses collided violently!

Weisdon crouched down, let out a roar that was not like a human voice, and stabbed Eugene's throat with a sword!

The latter's eyes flashed a trace of panic, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block.

However, on the bumpy horse's back, although this blocked Weisdon's sword, it was still a little off, and the blade of the half-sword slashed and hit his shoulder armor.

Shining——

A streak of fire burst out on the polished plate armor, illuminating the visors of both people at the same time.

At the moment of crossing each other, Eugene clearly saw the pride in the other's eyes!

The half-sword of the enchanted hand was already in a half-broken state, and it was not sharp to begin with. Without the premise of wrapping the fighting spirit, it could not pierce Eugene's plate armor at all, and could only leave a shallow white mark on it.

But Eugene became more angry than ever before: "——You!!!"

The cat played with the mouse, but was bitten by the mouse. What a shame! ?

"Hehe... Hahaha..." Weisdong made a weak sound, and it was unclear whether he was crying or laughing. He just straightened his chest again, as if he was the stronger of the two!

Even though he was already covered in blood, if he was not tied up with bandages, he couldn't even hold the sword!

In Eugene's angry eyes, he pointed the sword directly at Eugene's face, and then rode his horse to attack!

This time, Weisdong didn't get the upper hand, and he had another scar on his right leg.

But he didn't feel any pain. Every wound on his body was cold and numb. His mind began to become chaotic, and the scene in front of him was gray and dim.

He stood up with difficulty, staring at Eugene, with only one belief in his mind:

Hold on!

After trying twice, Visdon finally raised his sword with difficulty again. When he saw Eugene gritting his teeth, he felt a little relieved.

He clamped his legs against the horse's belly, and just when Visdon was about to launch the last charge, a trembling cry of collapse suddenly sounded from behind:

"My lord, my lord! That's enough!"

"Let's retreat!"

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