Not a Witch

Looking at the bronze rhino cavalry in front of him, there was a short blaze of fire in Clancia's formation, and the sound of musket fire was continuous.

The dense bullets hit the orichan copper armor, splashing countless sparks and noises, and smashing tiny scratches.

"Haha, it's useless, useless, this kind of attack can't do anything to my war rhino cavalry." A nobleman in a white velvet cape with a red background laughed loudly. He was the Earl of Gray Peak who led these war rhinos.

Since the empire's army has repeatedly reported victories in front, the old big nobles in the empire have finally dispatched. Unlike those small nobles, many of these nobles started their families with the empire, and their families have always supported powerful private troops.

This is the strength and power they are proud of, symbolizing the glory and strength of the family, and keeping their famous family alive.

Now that the once-in-a-thousand-year war is about to start, they will also bring out this long-cultivated private army, preparing to prove the glory of the family again on the battlefield, and gain the meritorious service of opening up a new era.

"Oops."

Behind Crancia, the commanders watching the battle frowned. Although Clancia has added nearly 60 new troops, the follow-up 100 million troops of the Canghong Empire have also rushed to join the battlefield.The originally tilted balance was evened out here, and the battle fell into a stalemate again.

"Let the mage team go up, change the terrain, and stop those war rhinos."

"Yes, sir." The orderly replied loudly, and then waved the command flag to convey the order to the rear phalanx.

"Looks like it's our turn."

A graceful mage looked at the flag and flashing lights on the hill, and understood the meaning of the commander in front.She was wearing a white-based uniform with an open collar, and the cuffs and skirts of the clothes had metal-like golden corners. Her long black hair was draped behind her shoulders, fluttering slightly under the radiance of magic power.

A white flower was worn on the hair band of his head, and the black glove attached to his wrist wrapped his palm, exposing his slender fingertips. As his palm was lifted, a floating magic instrument also floated up, and it began to spin and flow Emerge blue magic light particles.

Tirela, Magic Sequence 7o Huilanxuanyi, the former Rulna mage and Emenas graduate, had contacted the Crancia sage very early on and gave him the key Magic steam turbine original.In the battle between the Frost Alliance and the Starlight Alliance, he was one of the few mages who were not involved in the war.

After the war, this outstanding mage genius joined Crancia and became the leader of the mage department in Clancia today. Under his study, he was promoted to Magic Sequence 7 at the beginning of this year, which is also the current domestic magic sequence. The transcendent who has gone the furthest.

"Adjust the magic instrument, aim at the ground 200-500 meters in front of the formation, and cast the high-level shaping o steel thorn land spell!"

Her clear voice of order spread around, and mages in uniforms similar to her responded immediately.Under the adjustment of the hundreds of high-level mages, the magic instrument floating in the air emits blue light, and sweeps across the ground precisely according to the set trajectory.

The originally empty land was suddenly covered with azure grid rays, and then the dense metal elements converged to form sharp thorns pointing directly at the sky.

The roots of these sharp thorns are dark brown, and the color becomes darker as they go up, until the tips are pitch black, and they become sharper and sharper.

When the war rhinoceros of the Canghong Empire stepped across the land full of steel thorns, many of them tripped directly, and some were cut through their unarmored belly by these steel thorns, and blood flowed out.

Frightened by the pain, these rhinos began to howl in panic, and some began to disobey orders and refused to move forward.As a result, the pace of the Canghong Empire's march was disrupted, and it was temporarily stuck in the middle.

However, there were constant gunshots in the army formation on Crancia's side. Taking advantage of this chaotic opportunity, musket bullets were fired one after another, and shot at the troops behind from the gap of the war rhinoceros.

"These aristocrats who have been pampered for many years really can't do it. We still have to rely on us." Behind the imperial army, a young man riding a red dragon shook his head, and then steered the red dragon under him into the wind.

Immediately following the captain, the dragon knights driving the red dragon followed immediately, and the figure of the blood-winged red dragon knights appeared in the sky again.

Roar--

The red dragon roared, flames gushed out, and poured down from the sky, sweeping towards Crancia's silver-white steel formation.

Pieces of light blue hexagonal light curtains rise up, temporarily blocking the pouring flames.

"Huh, we've caught up." Tireira looked at the thin light curtain, breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued to order.

"Let the reserve mages in the back prepare the defensive barrier. We can't spend our energy and magic power on fighting the flames of the red dragon. In this way, we will have additional means to deal with emergencies."

"Yes, Chief Tireira." Several dark blue mages saluted by pressing their chests, and then rushed to the rear of the army formation to let the mid- and low-level mages start preparations.

In this protracted war, the two sides continued to increase their weight, and the superhumans on both sides began to gather in the vortex of this war, whether it was the descendants of mages, the priests of the sanctuary, the orcs in the north, the martial mountain people, the remnants of the desert, The tribes on the land of West Wind will all be involved in this wave of resistance against the empire's attack.

On the other side, veteran nobles in the empire also led their own private armies into the arena. Among them were mountain hunters in the cold forest in the north, heavy guards with axes in the west, light and sensitive cavalry in the east, and dragon-raising warriors in the south. The envoys, the red-clothed envoys in the central court, will dedicate their strength to the glory of the empire.

In the setting sun of blood and fire, the beautiful wilderness of the past is destined to turn into a terrifying killing field, shattering countless flowers of life.

Chapter 13 The Year of the Blood Front

Third Age 1699, Year of the Blood Front

The war on the Western Continent has entered a new stage, and it is also a stage that is more brutal than before.

The Battle of Green Hill, the Ambush Battle of Tisiran, the Battle of Thirteen Counties of Falcon, and the Battle of Nebel Mountain, the fierce battlefield is like a meat grinder, ruthlessly devouring lives.

Countless soldiers were blown away by artillery fire, pierced by spears, and their throats were cut by sharp swords. Every day, thousands of soldiers were killed in battle. Countless names were crossed out by red pen on the paper and passed on to the distant hometown.

Those messengers dressed in black with strong military satchels delivered the ominous white envelopes to the dazed parents, and they were greeted with tears of sorrow.

Tears fell drop by drop on the unfolded letter paper, moistening the ink-printed formula text, only the name column was written hastily with handwriting, carelessly, maybe it didn't work for a second, but it represented a young man. life passed away.

Perhaps not long ago, before leaving, this young man smiled at the people around him, saying that he was waiting for the news of his return from victory.But in the end, what was waiting was just a letter and the sacrifice medal that could no longer be retrieved.

"I know you are very sad, but please allow me to present your child with the highest respect." The messenger in black took off his hat and pressed it on his chest.

"He died for this country and fought for the future of all of us. The country and the people will not forget this."

"The hatred of tyranny must be paid with blood."

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Seabuckthorn City, the former border city of West Wind, is now occupied by the imperial army.

In the barracks in the city, thousands of soldiers were recuperating here, many of them were wounded, and the sound of pain and wailing could often be heard in the camp.

The large tent for the wounded was opened, and an imperial soldier came out, looking at his face, he was probably in his early twenties.

Compared with the smug, fanatical and excited face at the beginning of the war, there is only a numb and dull expression on his face at this moment.

When he came to a corner of the camp, he was about to hit the water with stained hands, which were caused by cleaning up the patient's body just now. The smell of blood and stench was unbearable.

But when he walked to the well, a wooden sign with short writing on it stood aside.

'The well has been poisoned! '

The bright red handwriting on the white wooden board is shocking.

"Damn it!" He spat in a low voice, then recalled the situation these days.

This is not the first wellhead that has been poisoned. The local residents always try their best to find opportunities to cause trouble for them.

Poisoning, arson, assault, all kinds of things happen.

The aristocratic officers in the camp were very angry, so they killed many suspected local residents, and even piled up thousands of corpses outside the city.

"If they dare to rebel again, then keep killing until the other party is afraid."

"To deal with such diehards, we should kill more and make the opponent tremble with fear, so that even if there are still a few of them who want to make trouble, they will be confessed by the people around them immediately." The officer recounted the experience left by his ancestors .

It has never been easy to conquer a country or nation, but killing is indeed the simplest and most brutal method.

There will always be people who are afraid of death, aren't they?

After the invasion of Crancia, many noble officers adopted such methods. In their minds, civilians and livestock in these enemy countries were not much different.

"Stupid, sluggish, to refuse to surrender properly!"

It is difficult for the people above to understand such a situation, because such a situation has never occurred in the past conquests. As long as the opponent's large army is defeated, many small cities and villages are waiting for the wind, and they can send some people to receive it at will.

But now the expedition seems to have entered a quagmire, no matter what you do, you will feel a kind of resistance, and this resistance comes from the people on this land.

He once saw a local peasant woman on a field march. This woman with dark skin was wearing coarse linen clothes and held a child in her arms.

The woman would whisper in the child's ear when she saw imperial soldiers passing by.

'This is our enemy, the one who must be killed in the future. '

Unlike other soldiers, he has a special talent in hearing, and it is also the same that he knows what the woman is talking about.

But that day, he did not report the matter to the chief, nor did he pick up the spear and impale the ignorant peasant woman like other colleagues.

'I understand that's not right, that war only brings out the worst in us as human beings. '

He said this to himself in his heart, but he also understood that such words were useless.

Now that the war has progressed to this point, the two sides have accumulated a lot of blood feuds, and it is impossible to stop.

Sometimes he even dreamed that those slain Clanthians came to his bedside and demanded his life, just like the Mercury Dynasty recorded in history.

What a disgusting feeling.

Sitting at the edge of the camp, the imperial soldier looked at the gray sky and stood up.

"What's the matter, Lige, are you looking for water? Come here."

A slightly tall and strong soldier came. He was wearing scale armor covering his chest and back, and he had a gray and black broken cloak behind him. He was still holding a steel halberd in his hand.

"Well, it's Turon." The soldier named Lige raised his head and looked at his acquaintance and comrade-in-arms, Tulong.

Following Tulong's tall body, Lige came to another part of the camp, where there was the only safe wellhead, and many people were queuing up to fetch water, some for drinking and some for washing.

Seeing that there were still quite a few people ahead, the two waited aside for the time being, and started chatting.

"There seems to be bad news coming from the front again. The entire legion led by a certain viscount was wiped out on the battlefield."

"Oh, it seems that some of the wounded will be sent back, and then many of us will have to go to the front line."

"Maybe you won't see me next time." Lige lowered his head, knocked the dust on the soles of his feet, mocking the increasingly uncomfortable situation.

"What, want to escape?"

Turon jokingly said that in the Canghong Empire, being a deserter on the battlefield is the most shameful reputation. Such a person can even laugh and insult a beggar on the street loudly. If the other party still wants to resist, it will attract all kinds of attacks.

The empire builds a country with military exploits, and the cultural tradition also despises deserters and cowards.In various dramas, these deserters often also play the role of clowns, or the last footnotes of the villains.

Praising bravery, glory, and justice is an enduring content in the empire.Boys yearn for the heroic knight in the stories and legends, and girls also dream of the handsome knight riding a white horse to say hello to her.

This is why, even now, many people still reluctantly insist on it.If you say you are afraid and afraid of war, you will be ridiculed and bullied.

This is especially true for the nobles who value fame and glory. After years of publicity and teachings from generation to generation, many nobles also naturally believe that the battlefield is glorious. Even if they fail to win, they cannot be a deserter who is spurned by others.

Relying on this firm tradition, the empire's army has been heading west, constantly throwing itself into the cruel battlefield.

If, without Clancia, the Seven Snow Kingdoms were still the past, this expedition would probably have been a success.And they will be praised as heroic and glorious existence by future generations.

It's a pity that the current starlight alliance dominated by Crancia is not the Seven Snow Kingdoms in the past.

If they cannot win, they will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history and ridiculed mercilessly.

At this point today, although more and more people are aware of the difficulty and slimness of winning, the empire still barely maintains the idea of ​​a main battle.

Even if you can't win, you have to disable the opponent.

With this in mind, the emperor started a new round of conscription after discussing with many great nobles.

Maybe they didn't realize it themselves, but they were already panicking about the defeat.

The process of personally experiencing the blood on the blade gradually made many nobles and imperial soldiers on the front line gradually realize what a group of terrifying opponents this is.