The Sun King's Evidence

In late autumn, the cold air and moist cold wind blow through the highlands of the gray mountains. It is gloomy and humid here, and it is still drizzling in the sky. There are many defects on the fragile tent canvas, but it can still resist the invasion of the rain. .

Inside the tent, a weak fire crackled on the firewood pile, and everyone in the tent was sleeping peacefully. They spread simple blankets on the muddy and slippery green grass, and lay down undressed.

The one who has such excellent living conditions is naturally the Earl's Halberd Regiment.

The army has gradually approached the Blackstone stronghold. Although there was no large-scale war along the way, there were still many small-scale encounters. The scattered undead were active in the wild, and the knight army defeated them one by one and completely eliminated them. Every time a small enemy was eliminated, As long as the undead army, the knights will gather the soldiers and publicize how they saved the country from the hands of the greenskins, chaos, and undead. They show their courage to punish rape and eliminate evil. The young knights errant He also particularly likes to point out all the serfs' practices that are not in line with the spirit of chivalry, but also orders them to search the dead bodies for relics of the dead.

In order to earn income and survive, the serfs had no choice but to follow these instructions.

Outside, the sky has already revealed a hint of fish belly white, and dawn is about to fall.

Halberdier Raymond felt that he couldn't sleep. He stood up and put on his equipment, including a strong breastplate, blue and white tights, leather gloves, a halberd and a short knife at his waist. Raymond's own equipment Wearing it on his body, he noticed that the flames of the firewood pile were very weak. The young halberdier took out a piece of wet wood and stuffed it into the fire, opened the curtain, and walked out of the tent.

He took out a small square box from his arms, and with the first ray of morning light, he began to pray: "My Lord, the God of Justice, your believer Raymond is here to pray to you."

The young halberdier's brown hair was a little messy, and his slightly wheat-colored skin was covered with blue eyes. His complexion was ruddy and healthy, and his mind was filled with some morning confusion and indescribable fanaticism. Days ago, he and his halberd tasted the first drop of blood from the undead monster.

The small square box was opened, and the stone statue of the God of Justice appeared in front of Raymond. The statue was not well made. The God of Justice held a warhammer and a scale, and looked at Raymond quietly with his empty eyes.

"O Lord God of Justice, I pray to you here. With your blessing, I have walked another day. When dawn comes and the darkness fades, I know that this is another day blessed by you. .”

"Today is my twentieth birthday. Thank you, Lord, for twenty years since you came to this world. Your grace has made me strong."

"I will still be weak, I will still feel afraid, I will still fall. It is your power on the throne of heaven that gives me blessings and gives me the courage to face all this. My loyalty will remain as always, and I will not be afraid of death to serve you. , not afraid of pain, our Lord God of Justice, please use your righteous war hammer to judge everything, please use your just balance to measure everything. Although I don’t know the path of tomorrow, I know very well that you are in charge of tomorrow. Hold my hand."

"And I will use my halberd and my faith to prove myself. May you give me honor."

"The prayer is over." Raymond raised his head. The dawn light broke through the clouds. The entire camp of the knightly army had woken up. The knights were looking for their horses and followers. The war machines belonging to the dwarves were moving slowly on the muddy land. Deep furrows were plowed, and the sound of loud drums resounded across the land.

The rain in the sky was getting heavier. In the distance, the horns belonging to the undead army sounded vaguely in the distance. Raymond held the halberd in his hand tightly. He knew that it was not an illusion or anything else. Small-scale battles had been fought several times on the way Soleoks advanced to the Blackstone Stronghold, and the soldiers were no longer unfamiliar with the undead.

"Great prayer, young man." A sergeant in green clothes and a three-cornered hat came to Raymond: "So today is your birthday?"

"Yes, Mr. Bertrand." Raymond picked up his helmet. The feathers on the helmet had long been lost in a previous battle. This made the helmeted Halberdier look like a bald man, but he was sincerely glad that it was the helmet feathers that were lost, not his head.

"Happy birthday, soldier." Bertrand handed over his water bottle: "Imperial stout."

"Thank you." Raymond took the kettle and took a sip. The strong taste of the dark beer excited the Halberdier. He returned the kettle to Bertrand: "I hope today will not be the last birthday I celebrate. "

"Heh." Bertrand shook his head and motioned to Raymond to look around.

The army was gathering under the orders of the knights. There were a full four thousand knights shouting to indicate that they were ready to fight. The lords led their respective armies and shouted their numbers for the soldiers to assemble.

The army of the Principality of Bastogne in red and yellow clothes, the army of the Principality of Winford in blue and white clothes, the army of the Principality of Montfort in black and white clothes, and the dwarf army in armor, are watching the dawn Gradually gathered under the light.

Lords, knights, warriors, and serfs all perform their duties.

The cold wind is howling, and the white snow on the peaks of the gray mountains is watching the army of knights. The towering mountain tops witnessed the story of the first Knight King Arthur and the first Holy Grail Knight, Duke of Montfort, Mark Luther, thousands of years ago. Now they will also witness the new story. legend.

During the march, bursts of mountain wind continued to pour towards the army from the northeast. The distant horizon had become blurred. As the army advanced, the land gradually became dark, and the corruption of the undead spread on the earth. , the woods have all withered under the influence of vampire corruption, and they are like dying old men, completely huddled together.

The oncoming mountain wind carried the smell of the bones of the dead and the unique damp smell of the tomb, and the rushing river upstream of Grace Murray quickly washed both sides of the river.

The undead army is approaching.

"Get ready to fight! Soldiers of the count, you understand your responsibilities, you know what you should do, you usually enjoy the count's salary, live in good houses, you enjoy many tax exemptions in the territory, you are under the count's control You are respected by everyone in the territory, and you know why!" Knight of the Holy Grail, Armand, Ryan's flag bearer, held Ryan's military flag. He shouted at the serf soldiers: "Now, use your performance to repay The Earl’s time has come, for glory! For Ryan! For the gods you each believe in! For your home!”

"Yes! Yes! Yes! For our homeland!" The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted loudly.

Raymond swept his gaze across the military formation.

Out of honor, almost all the large group of knights led by Lord Lane and Duke Francois gathered on the left wing. They were gorgeously dressed and neatly organized. Their lances supported the backbone of the army like a forest. Each team of knights errant There is a Kingdom Knight leading it, and every team of Kingdom Knights... has a Holy Grail Knight at the front of the line!

The Holy Grail, the family coat of arms, and the glorious military flags describing various great deeds are floating in the drizzle. Such a gorgeous, so serious, and military appearance is what the most powerful knight in the old world should look like!

The front of the central army was composed of a large number of infantry regiments. Halberdiers, spearmen, sword and shield soldiers, and the Imperial Free Militia were formed into square formations. They received a large number of archers, crossbowmen, and dwarf firemen. Supported by the gunners, behind them, a group of rangers from the wood elves and the thundering gunners and artillerymen of the dwarves were standing at the end of the line with a proud attitude.

Those mysterious guys wearing green hoods can shoot a bow and arrow up to 300 meters!

On the right, King Belegar-Hammer of Clan Angrond swore that he and his army would fight with honor and never step back.

The female courtier from Earl Lane, the female elder Veronica Bernadotte of Gloria and her light magic vehicle provided enough protection and confidence for the army. Raymond swallowed a mouthful of saliva and found that he was holding a halberd. His hands are shaking.

Damn it, not at this time, Raymond! You have to remember who gave you everything, your mother and your brother are waiting for you to go back!

The young serf tightened his grip on the halberd and set his sights into the distance.

The undead appeared. As always, the huge and tireless undead zombies were the first to appear. These zombie legions were all over the mountains and fields. Their formation was simply a mess. The only way for these stupid willless beasts to win was to rely on numbers to win. .

They couldn't break through our military formation. Raymond subconsciously focused his eyes on his companions.

The solid military formations were arranged neatly, with clear lines. The dense formations of halberds and spears shone in the morning light. The soldiers protected each other's brothers and sisters. The early morning moisture was sucked into their lungs. They were both nervous and nervous. Holding the weapons in their hands tightly, soldiers kept shouting to boost their morale.

The footsteps of the undead were approaching. The huge noise, the stench of rotting corpses and the unconscious murmurs of zombies made Raymond feel that his brain was in chaos. He kept hinting to himself that there was no need to worry about these zombies, they would not cause any harm to him. Threat, in his previous battle, he could easily deal with five or six zombies by himself.

"Hold on! Soldiers, don't waste your ammunition and arrows on those zombies!" The voice of Kingdom Knight Hex shuttled among the crowd. This knight is usually responsible for training, and his prestige in the infantry regiment is extremely high. , especially under the appointment of Duke Francois and Duke Fourcade, he gained the power to command all infantry: "Don't shoot! Don't fire at the zombies!"

The soldiers nodded to show their obedience to the order. Under their control, the zombie group, which had not been attacked by artillery or long-range weapons, approached the military formation.

They were responded to by a dense array of spears. The infantry screamed and thrust the spear points of their spears into the bodies of the zombies. They waved their halberds and the zombies, who were fragile and unprotected by armor, were immediately torn into pieces by sharp weapons, such as Sliding like rags.

"Kill!" Raymond stood on the spot. The halberd in his hand stabbed a zombie's head through with one powerful thrust. The muscles of his arms stretched or tightened according to the owner's movements. .

Just like cutting meat, just like cutting meat.

Raymond tried not to let himself bear the heavy feeling of guilt. He silently chanted the holy name of the God of Justice in his heart: "I can do it."

The zombie horde is indeed as the knights said. It looks scary, but in fact it is just a bunch of bastards. After a short period of fighting, the serf infantry regiment immediately discovered that they can easily deal with these zombie groups. The zombies move slowly. , combat effectiveness is low.

The first wave, the second wave, and the two zombie groups posed no threat to the soldiers at all. Likewise, the long-range weapons and muskets of the human and dwarf coalition never fired once.

However, the Army of the Undead is not just a group of zombies.

It seemed that the enemy also realized that the zombie swarm could no longer absorb damage, so in the distance, the truly powerful armies began to appear.

They were dozens of dire wolves. The hungry wolves were running quickly with drool dripping from their mouths. They cunningly hid themselves behind the zombies, preparing to devour delicious human flesh.

Behind them, several skeleton legions were slowly pressing forward.

But the coalition forces were well prepared. The kingdom knight Hex, who was riding on a war horse, raised his lance: "First line, fire!"

"Fire!!!" The team captains and company captains shouted loudly. The crossbowmen and dwarf musketeers immediately obeyed the order and pulled the triggers towards the dire wolves.

Hundreds of muskets and hundreds of hand crossbows and bows were fired together. The gunpowder pellets arrived first. The most greedy dire wolves at the front were engulfed in the flames. Then, dense arrows followed, killing the dire wolves. The figure penetrates.

The first wave of firepower overwhelmed the entire group of dire wolves. When the salvo ended, only three dire wolves with dozens of arrows on their bodies survived.

The roar of the artillery then sounded, and the dwarf cannon shells exploded in the dense formation of the Skeleton Warrior Legion, blowing the Skeleton Legion to pieces. The thunderous sound made Raymond couldn't help cheering, and the soldiers shouted. , venting his joy, each shell can destroy the fragile bodies of dozens of skeleton warriors and blast them into debris.

What further boosted the morale of the soldiers was that even the Grave Guards and the artillery were unable to fight against the dwarves. When a Grave Guard was trying hard to command the troops, a cannon shot hit its body on the spot. During the explosion, he saw that The seemingly indestructible plate armor was blown to pieces by the cannon's explosive shells. From the chest to the waist, the entire filthy body was blown into two pieces. The soul fire in the eyes was extinguished, and the remaining half of the body stood on the spot, and then fell.

"Nice!" Raymond couldn't help shouting. He used the tip of the halberd to pierce the chest of a skeleton warrior, and the halberd blade cut off the head of another skeleton warrior. The halberd regiment was fighting endlessly, or in other words, all The infantrymen all began to face the attack of the undead. Amidst the roar of artillery and the volley of muskets, the crossbowman battalion and the serf archer regiment also opened fire with all their strength. They shouted the holy name of the fairy in the lake and shot hatred into the air. To their enemies!

However, mortal efforts are far from enough.

The wails and screams from the undead resounded through the foothills of the Gray Mountains, echoing in the mountains. More Skeleton Warrior Legions and Tomb Guard Legions rushed onto the battlefield. The piercing howls almost drove Raymond crazy. He He could no longer hear his breathing. The halberdier barely pushed the enemy in front of him away. He found that the undead tide was not hindered at all by the powerful long-range firepower.

These undead creatures don't know what tiredness is, nor what fear is. They just move forward. The ones in front fall, and the ones behind continue. If the ones in front stop the steps behind, then push them forward!

Thousands of undead tides began to submerge the phalanx of the human army. The army's formation was still strong, but every skeleton warrior or tomb guard could make the array retreat or shake. When the gap became larger and larger, the first A group of serf infantry regiments began to collapse. The spears in their hands had broken. The serf infantry had to face the rusty swords and rotten spears of the skeleton warriors. The infantry regiment was forced to retreat. Many serf infantry had died in the battle. On the spot, more infantrymen slowly retreated.

The human body seemed to be more fragile than the undead. Their flesh and blood were torn, their internal organs were pulled out, and the serf infantry died in pieces. A grave ghost killed at least half a dozen infantrymen in two or three strikes, but then it was killed by several people. The muskets hit him simultaneously and he fell to the ground.

The crossbowmen and archers are still raining down arrows, the dwarf thunder gunners are still firing, cannons cover the formation of the undead army, but the undead army appearing from the other side of the horizon is still endless.

"Ahhh!" The halberd in the hand of a halberdier next to Raymond unfortunately broke. He was immediately stabbed by three spears in the arm, chest and abdomen. Blood flowed all over the ground. In the blink of an eye, his body was It was torn apart and turned into several sections.

"Go to hell!" Raymond seized an opportunity and wielded his halberd to chop down a skeleton warrior. The corpses of his limbs had been submerged by the tide of corpses. The young soldier immediately gave up on retrieving the corpses of his compatriots. He knew that he could not move. Behind him , a halberdier who was equally young as him immediately took over.

Three seconds later, the halberdier was beheaded by the tomb guard, and another soldier took over again.

Human beings are using their flesh and blood to resist the attack of the undead.

The front is gradually retreating, and they cannot hold on for much longer.

The count will not abandon us, Raymond said so firmly. The halberdier's arms were numb. He slowly retreated with the crowd. His comrades fell one after another. The fatigue tortured his body and was soaked with blood. his soul.

The Earl will not give up on us. He once again grasped the halberd with great effort. Raymond stabbed a charging dire wolf with a standard thrust. He thought again.

"Doo~" the horn sounded from the west, and some sounds were hidden among the dense sound of horse hooves. Raymond's fragile hearing could not hear it accurately, but he was sure that it was a speech full of glory and faith.

The knights were ready to charge.

"Oh, I like this." The young soldier murmured to himself. He was about to call on his comrades to assist the knights in launching a counterattack, but the scene in front of him quickly surprised him.

The same horn sound also sounded in the undead army formation, and a large group of undead knights were marching into the battlefield.

In the sky, a giant evil beast with wings spread out and a terrifying face spit out green flames and flew towards the human army - Raymond didn't know its name, but he knew that this evil beast must not be from their side. .

"Oh, God, God of Justice." Fear lingered in Raymond's heart, and he backed away tremblingly.

"I do not like this."

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