The Sun King's Evidence

"Forward, in the name of the Ursun and Tor!"

When the 1st Guards Lancers rushed into the battlefield under the leadership of Marshal Rokossovsky, the defeat of the beastmen was irreversible. For these beasts, when three sides were attacked at the same time, they fled. And collapse is a biological instinct.

Exquisite equipment, pointed kite feather helmets, gorgeous breastplates and robes, the wings behind them fluttering in the forest, the winged cavalry attacking the fragile waists of the beastmen from the side, sharp spears and the thunderous sound of horse hooves, in the forest echoed in it.

Marshal Rokossovsky charged forward in person. He drew the saber from his waist and pointed it towards the sky. Hundreds of lances were held upright. The red and white flags fluttered near the tips of the lances. It was such a beautiful picture. What a beautiful picture. It is a scene that makes people's blood boil. It is the pride of the cavalry and the unyielding glory of mankind. Nothing can boost the morale of the army more than the neat array of cavalry, the dense formation of guns and the roar in unison.

"Forward! Forward! In the name of the bear god Ersun and the thunder god Thor!" Rokossovsky finally got his chance. The marshal loudly ordered the hussars to charge. As medium-mounted cavalry, these hussars They are not as heavy-armed and inconvenient to turn as knights. On the contrary, what the hussars are best at is turning quickly in battle. They skillfully avoid the enemy's siege.

The red and white military flag held high and the giant bear and fleur-de-lis pattern on the military flag showed that the hussars who terrified the old world were not dead yet!

Rokossovsky pulled out his machete, flashed his ax at the oncoming big horned beast, and struck it on the back. A stream of fishy blood spurted out from the big horned beast's back, and it had no time to avoid it. , the next spear has pierced its shoulder, and the hussar's iron hoofs have kicked the big horned beast to the ground, trampling it into a ball of mud!

When the Hussars entered the battlefield, the Beastmen's central army was instantly cut off, and the army was instantly trapped in a three-sided siege. The remaining Beastmen, with less than a thousand men, had been defeated by the Hussars' charge.

But it is not the winged cavalry that determines the outcome. Even if they are attacked from three sides, there are still a large number of horned beasts, large horned beasts and several minotaur war gangs fighting against the trapped beasts. Under the leadership of the beast king, they are rampaging, trying to kill Make a gap.

At this time, behind the human military formation, a familiar song sounded from far to near. This song evoked the fear engraved in the DNA of the beast people. When the soldiers wearing half plate armor and bearskin hats formed an array, When they artistically joined the battlefield to the beat of drums, even the elite Bighorns and Minotaurs in the Beastmen's army couldn't help but retreat subconsciously.

"I love fried onions ~ of course this is a good onion."

"I love to eat onions, love to eat onions, love to eat onions~"

"Comrades, move forward! Comrades, move forward, move forward, move forward!"

"Heat oil in a pan, fry an onion, and after eating the onion, you will be as brave as a lion (Ryan)!"

"Heat oil in a pan, fry an onion, and after eating the onion, you will be as brave as a lion (Ryan)!"

"Comrades, move forward! Comrades, move forward, move forward, move forward!"

The Old Guards marched into the battlefield and dealt a fatal blow to the beastmen. These veterans came to clean up the situation mercilessly. They waved the exquisite halberds produced from the dwarf workshop to confuse the big horned beasts. They smashed into pieces and used two-handed swords to chop down the Minotaur's armor. Their array was so strong that the elite beastmen, who clearly had the upper hand in size and strength, retreated steadily in front of the Old Guards. Half of them were The other half is fear.

The beast king, Skaar the Horned Bull - the Flesh Eater, howled with rage. It personally joined the battlefield to face the Old Guard, rampaging on the bloody and chaotic battlefield. The dark runes on its battle ax exuded white hot destructive energy. , the hard bull head and four giant horns forced open the Old Guards' line, pushing the five Old Guards so hard that their arms were broken and they flew out. Then the tomahawk fell, and the two Old Guards were chopped into pieces on the spot. Two halves.

The commander of the Halberd Battalion, Raymond, came to fight this violent monster. Raymond's finely crafted rune halberd was deflected by the giant-horned bull's rune ax in the first confrontation. Raymond's hands were numb from the shock. , he subconsciously threw away his halberd, took out his blunderbuss, and shot the giant-horned bull Skar in the head: "Bang!"

"Bang!" The bullet hit the bull's head, which was harder than iron, and only caused a spark on Skaar's head. The Beast King proudly released a proud roar, saying how could you scraps of metal? Hurt this university...

The laughter stopped abruptly.

"Whoops!" A black arrow burning with Tarr's fury dodged the bodies of three Minotaurs from a distance, made a spin in the air, and instantly hit Skaar's right eye, ending the beast king's manic laughter!

"Woo~ cluck cluck~ woo woo~" The giant-horned bull howled louder than before. It tried to reach out and pull out the arrow, but the black arrow was not easy to take. The tip of the arrow had already penetrated deep into the eye socket. Penetrating deeply into the bull's head, the giant-horned bull's remaining eye turned upwards and fell to the ground dead.

Two hundred meters away, the commander of the Old Guards, Bertrand, put down his Tal bow and nodded towards Raymond. The Tal Chosen began to look for the next target.

the other side.

"Justice!" Petain was reciting a spell. The disciplinary power belonging to the Gray Knights enveloped all nearby armies, strengthening their lethality. Then, Petain, Joffre and Gustave fired three The weapons fell together, tearing the screaming shaman Dar to pieces in the holy light of the Gray Knights. The extremely evil magic in the screaming shaman was purified by the power of the Gray Knight recruits.

It seemed that the defeat of the beastmen was inevitable. The beast king and the screaming shaman were killed one after another, and victory was very close to the Brittanians.

But at this moment, a ranger suddenly appeared from behind. He screamed: "No! Your Excellency Marshal! Behind!"

"What happened next?!" Bertrand was shocked when he heard this.

"There are a large group of dragon demons and centaurs coming from behind!" the scout shouted anxiously: "There are a lot of them!"

"how many?"

"More than three thousand, including more than three hundred wild dragon demons and three thousand herds of horses and beasts! They are less than two kilometers away from here!"

"What?!" Bertrand looked at the beastman army that had been besieged in the center of the battlefield and was shaking in the process of collapse, and his whole body was cold!

If they were attacked from the rear at this time, the entire battlefield would be in ruins. Not only would they not be able to win, they would also suffer huge losses.

what to do? ! Bertrand subconsciously wanted to consult Rokossovsky for his opinion, but saw that Marshal Rokoss was still leading the hussars and lancers to fight in the beastman battle group. The commander of the Old Guards forced himself to remain calm. But he was actually a little panicked. He ordered the soldiers to reorganize while thinking about countermeasures.

At this time, Raymond fought his way to Bertrand's side. The battalion commander of the Old Guards Halberd Battalion shouted to the marshal: "Marshal, why don't you continue the attack?"

"More than three thousand beastman cavalry are approaching us from behind!" Bertrand suppressed his emotions and did not panic. The marshal said to Raymond: "We are very close to here. We cannot be attacked from both sides. , otherwise this battle will be lost!"

"Damn it!" Raymond was covered in the blood and minced meat of beastmen. The old Guards battalion commander cursed. He took his halberd from his subordinates and gritted his teeth. He thought about it and made a decision. : "Marshal, send me the Halberd Battalion and the rangers of the Old Guards. I will be responsible for dealing with this group of beastman cavalry! If possible, bring me four artillery pieces!"

Ryan was as grateful as a mountain to him. As a runaway slave from Lyonnais, he was already satisfied that he could become the battalion commander of the Old Guards and obtain the title of knight. A certain spirit lingered in Raymond's heart. It was the sacrifice of chivalry. .

In order to win, someone must sacrifice for it.

"But?!" Bertrand opened his eyes wide, what is Raymond's plan...

"Mountains cannot be moved!" Raymond reached out and held Bertrand's hand. The commander of the Halberd Battalion said with determination on his face: "Marshal, I have a request."

"Say it!" Bertrand also squeezed Raymond's hand.

"If I unfortunately die in battle here, I will rely on you to take care of my brother and mother."

"If that day comes...your mother will be my mother!"

"Thank you" Raymond said silently. After he gave the order, the halberd soldiers of the Old Guard did as expected. They quickly left the battlefield. The wood elf ranger team immediately followed under the leadership of Dais. At the same time, Bei Trump also ordered four Yaori rocket launchers to turn collectively!

This group of only five to six hundred soldiers will face the legendary dragon demon and a huge centaur battle group.

Five minutes later, the group of soldiers began to line up in a forest. The halberdiers formed two thin lines, and the rangers were also ready for battle. Everyone knew that this was a very special battle. A dangerous sniper battle, but the loyal Old Guards are determined to die.

In the distance, a large group of beastman cavalry was approaching, and the sound of beast hooves reached the ears of the soldiers.

Raymond stood in the military formation. At this time, the battalion commander was as calm as ever. Ranger Dais stood beside him and only heard Raymond chewing a sentence.

His Majesty has always taught us that the Old Guard is a mountain.

Unmoving like a mountain... Unmoving like a mountain... Unmoving like a mountain.

Got it! Raymond suddenly slapped his thigh: "There is a way!"

"You, treat yourself as if you have died in battle! No matter what, do not move!" The battalion commander strode across the array and gave the order: "Under no circumstances can you move!"

"yes!"

The Old Guards lined up in two rows and stood there, as if they were attracted by a magnet, motionless. These loyal veterans of hundreds of battles were ready to sacrifice.

The rangers also entered the deployment.

Two minutes later, when more than 3,000 beastman cavalry met the Raymond Army in the forest from far to near, the beastmen and half-human beast king Garro-Warhoof was surprised to find that its outflanking had been seen through by the enemy!

That's the legendary Old Guard! We have already formed a line and are waiting for them here!

"Humans... lies... Garol... deceived!" The Centaur Beast King raised his giant ax to signal the large group of beastmen cavalry to stop temporarily and wanted to observe the situation. This time, they were outflanked from behind. Did the plan succeed?

The number of humans could not be seen clearly. The forest was filled with thick smoke and dust, and only the first two rows could be seen.

Garro-Warhoof recognized them, they were the legendary Old Guard, the elite of mankind.

Moreover, these elites were motionless, with very cold expressions. Even when they saw so many centaurs and even dragon demons appearing, they showed no reaction, and did not even intend to adjust their formation.

A general stood in the middle of the military formation, wearing a bicorn hat that was half tilted on his head. He even had some time to eat fruit.

Something doesn't feel right!

Garro-Warhoof was still waiting to see. At this moment, hundreds of feather arrows flew out of the smoke and were thrown towards the beastmen one after another, and the sound of artillery was heard from the distance.

No, there's an ambush! The Centaur Beast King Jialuo immediately realized that there was a trick. If the cunning beastmen rushed forward rashly, they would most likely be ambushed by humans. The Beast King Jialuo immediately signaled the army to retreat: "Back off... humans... are despicable, Jialuo... are not stupid." !”

"Back... back!" The beastman cavalry retreated despite the rangers' bows and arrows.

The beastmen cavalry withdrew in a chaotic manner. Upon seeing this, some rangers subconsciously planned to pursue them. Raymond suddenly threw the fruit on the ground and yelled: "Don't move!!!"

This roar stopped everyone, and the soldiers gave up moving and stayed firmly in place.

Seeing that the humans always looked confident, the beastmen no longer hesitated and retreated. More than three thousand beastmen cavalry were all gone in an instant.

A few minutes later, the scouts confirmed that the beastman cavalry had withdrawn far away. Raymond was already soaked with sweat. After hearing the news, the old Guards battalion commander finally breathed a sigh of relief and almost collapsed on the ground, and quickly ordered a retreat.

In the end, this encounter deep in the Arden Forest ended with a resounding victory for the Brittanian army. The Chivalry army successfully escaped from the siege of the beastmen in an extremely beautiful retreat.

The Brittanian side suffered more than 700 casualties and more than 2,000 wounded.

On the Beastmen side, one Beast King and one Screaming Shaman were killed, and more than 7,000 people were lost, with basically no wounded or prisoners.

On the way back, the army of chivalry passed by a lake fairy shrine and spring in Musilon.

The light of the lake god illuminated the gloomy winter sky, and the fairy in the lake emerged from the light. The goddess was wearing an edelweiss and fir double-color off-shoulder silk dress, holding the Holy Grail in both hands, heading towards victory. The returning soldiers smiled.

Everyone knelt down, thanked the goddess for giving them this glorious victory, and praised the goddess's name.

However, the fairy in the lake shook her head slightly, her beautiful face hidden in the mist smiled faintly, and in the white-gold divine light, she pointed her jade hand towards the old guard, beckoning him to come out.

"Sir Raymond Mountbatten, please come out."

"You have proved your chivalry with your bravery, your wisdom, and your virtue. Now, please come here."

"I will grant you, Sir Raymond Mountbatten, the supreme glory of the Holy Grail!"

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