On the banks of the Tvar River, with luxuriant water and grass and warm sunshine, this is a famous pasture in the North IJssel area. It is said that only here can the purest and tallest IJssel war horses be raised.
A well-equipped and well-trained cavalry is stationed here, and the neighing of the horses is mixed with the whistling wind, making it a bit noisy.
In this team of thousands of people, almost every cavalryman wears gorgeous armor of gold and bright silver mixed with bright red cloth, rides a tall and strong war horse, and holds a five or six meter long lance with the top of it There are also bright flags fluttering.
The most eye-catching thing is that they all have huge wings made of metal frames and feathers on their backs.
——They are the Ethel wing cavalry, and they are also Walter’s most elite spear spears.
This force, founded hundreds of years ago, has achieved brilliant results. It once completely wiped out the orc clans and giant tribes in the North IJssel Plain, bringing decades of peace to the place.
Although it is inconspicuous in front of Fadlan's divine army, it is enough to sweep through any kingdom in the North.
The eye-catching wings on the back of the wing cavalry come from the glorious military tradition of Holy Fadlan in the old days. The cavalry use this to imitate the angelic descendants, hoping that they can also possess the courage and strength of the divine descendants.
And these wings are far more than just decorations. Under the careful design of the former Fadelan mage, they have become important equipment for increasing speed and enhancing impact.
In recent years, the Issel cavalry has been equipped with muskets, allowing them to shoot at long distances and gain an advantage in scattered formations and melees.
Just such a set of hussar armor weighs hundreds of kilograms. If you want to wear this heavy equipment like the wind and move freely, you must at least be a professional warrior.
Four-digit professionals were unimaginable to any of the former principalities of Anzetta - and the Issel Hussars were such a terrifying legion composed of thousands of professionals.
It is said that when they launch a mass charge, the footsteps of the horses will make the earth tremble, the rivers will flood, and the scream of the wings will make the dragon tremble.
Even the bravest warriors will have weak legs when facing the charge of the Hussars, and their lives will be ruthlessly taken away by death.
The current general of the Hussars, Count Leonie Garcia, was riding on horseback, looking towards the north with a solemn expression.
The general looked to be in his fifties, with two delicate beards, and wore a suit of armor that was heavier and more luxurious than ordinary hussars. He looked majestic and majestic.
It is said that Leonie almost obtained the qualification to become a god, but unfortunately after the split of Holy Fadelan, he never had the chance again - and this became a regret in his life.
As the former Holy Fadlan Cavalry General, Leoni was exceptionally powerful.
Even the war horse under him is extraordinary. It is said to have the blood of a giant dragon. It is not only extremely powerful, but also grows gray-white hard scales.
In the formation of the Hussars, there were many spears, and there was a solemn killing. The battle flags with the emblem of the sun and wings fluttering in the wind.
Leonie patrolled the front on his horse, scanning the cavalry with his sharp eyes, then took out the saber from his waist and raised it high.
The bright silver blade shone in the sunlight, the delicate patterns on the blade shimmered, and there were silver wings on the handle.
——This is the saber handed down from the earliest Aysel winged cavalry general. It is forged entirely from mithril and is extremely expensive. It symbolizes the victorious belief of the winged cavalry.
At this moment, Leoni wanted to use this to boost morale and evoke the glory and belief of the Hussars.
"Soldiers, I believe you also know that war is coming!
The evil dragon from the north and his dependents are not satisfied with their barren territory. They are coveting the rich and beautiful land of Aesir and want to destroy our home!
Can we just sit back and watch this happen? ”
"No——"
The standing spears vibrated, the battle flags criss-crossed, the cavalrymen let out deafening shouts, and even the horses under their crotches were neighing and tapping the ground rhythmically with their huge hooves.
"Boom, boom, boom"
For a moment, the ground trembled slightly and made a dull sound. The cavalry seemed to use the horses' hooves as drumsticks and the earth as the drumhead, and kept beating the huge "war drum."
"No! We must not allow such a tragedy to happen!"
Leonie waved his saber in the air to make a beautiful sword flower, and then pointed it straight into the sky, and the tip of the saber seemed to be lit by the sun.
"Warriors, have you seen it? The sacred sun still hangs high in the sky and never sets. We are still the favorites of His Majesty Amaunata, and we are still noble and confident Fadlanders!
For hundreds of years, only the Fadlanders have conquered other peoples, and we have never been the victims! And any force that dares to offend us will face disaster!
Remember, as long as the sun still exists in the sky and moves according to the laws of the gods - Fadlan will always exist in the world! ”
"For Fadlan!"
Suddenly, unimaginable warm cheers erupted in the military formation, the sound was even louder than before, and even drowned out the sound of horse hooves.
The hussars looked fanatical, raised their spears, waved their battle flags, and shouted the slogan "For Fadland" at the top of their lungs.
At this moment, they puffed up their chests proudly, as if they had returned to the heyday of more than ten years ago. The huge empire still dominated the continent, and they were still the most noble and confident citizens in the entire Fianso.
Some people even sang the long-circulated song - even the devils in hell dare not provoke the Fadlanders.
After years of war and strife, Fadland during the imperial period has been beautified over and over again, becoming the "Utopia" in their minds and their spiritual support.
For these Issel hussars, recalling the glory of the past and chasing the light of Fadlan are always the best catalysts, keeping them high-spirited and willing to sacrifice their lives.
For some reason, the ground shook more violently, and this was obviously not caused by the horses' hooves - but the hussars in the heated atmosphere did not realize this.
Leonie looked at the enthusiastic faces of the cavalry and whispered: "Very good, that's it. We must never forget our pride as French people.
So what if it's a giant dragon?
In the glorious history of the Fadland Empire, His Majesty Aragorn led us to kill countless wild beasts that overestimated our capabilities, including white dragons and blue dragons. ”
"Buzz——"
At this moment, a harsh noise sounded overhead, interrupting Leonie's thinking, and a ferocious shadow cast from high in the sky also appeared on the grassland in the distance.
"It's only been less than three days, how could it happen so fast?"
Leonie quickly raised his head and looked at the sky solemnly. He saw hundreds of bipedal flying dragons spreading their wings, forming a wedge-shaped formation, and flying in their direction.
What surprised him was that the edges of these bipedal dragons' wings were equipped with metal shells that cut the air, and they seemed to be carrying humanoid creatures on their backs.
Moreover, the formation of these monsters was also exceptionally neat - not at all like the simple-minded, disorganized beasts he remembered.
"What is that?"
"Damn, the Ember Empire's attack came so fast!"
"Are those scouts in the north just hanging out? How could they be allowed to rush in here!"
Looking at the flying dragons gliding rapidly in the distance, the winged cavalry couldn't help cursing, but they did not lose their position due to panic.
For them, although the wyverns are tricky, they are not an opponent that poses a threat to them.
Leonie didn't care so much, he just raised his saber and gave a high order: "Be careful! It's a flying dragon! Maintain a defensive formation and shoot down these damn flying lizards!"
The war horses neighed, and the hussars cooperated skillfully, changing formations quickly, and the horses' hooves kicked up bursts of dust. These wing cavalry are very experienced in dealing with attacks from the sky. They have fought against flying enemies such as white dragons, griffons, and devils.
The winged cavalry holding huge shields quickly drove their horses to the front and formed a tight formation, almost shoulder to shoulder. They raised their shields high to defend against the flying dragon's dive.
The second row of hussars raised their spears and stretched them out from the gap in the giant shield, ready to pierce the incoming flying dragon at any time.
The other hussars took off their muskets and bows one after another, aiming at the sky diagonally above, ready to shoot these overestimating monsters into sieves.
In the center of the military formation, Leoni stared closely at the dragons, only to find that they were still swooping down a hundred meters in the air, as if they had no intention of landing on the ground and rushing towards them.
Their shadows stretched long on the ground, like harbingers of death, which made people feel chilly.
Are these bipedal dragons just here for reconnaissance?
For some reason, Leonie's heart beat faster, and there seemed to be some bad premonition in her heart.
"Whoosh——"
The ear-piercing roar sounded, making Leonie's hair stand on end, and his hunch was soon confirmed!
I saw the bipedal dragons loosening their claws, and a series of black spots appeared in the blue sky. Hundreds of bombs fell freely, like raindrops - towards the hussars who were waiting for them.
wrong!
These things are real weapons! These cunning wyverns have no intention of engaging in close combat with them!
Suddenly, Leonie's face was horrified, and he let out a heart-rending roar: "Get out of here—"
"Run! Run!"
But now it's too late! Although the hussars reacted quickly and galloped their horses, they still couldn't match the speed of the bombs falling to the ground.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the explosion was deafening and fire shot into the sky, tearing the earth into countless pieces.
Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a series of deafening loud noises, the flames of the explosion burst out one after another, swallowing up the compact formation of the hussars, sending shrapnel, stumps and pieces of meat flying everywhere.
The smoke filled the air and the dust flew up. Under the reflection of the fire and the thick smoke, everything around became blurred.
“So hot!”
"Ah! My legs!"
"I can't hear! I can't hear!"
Under this sudden attack, the war horses neighed in panic, and the hussars also howled and screamed, no longer as brave as before.
Among the injured hussars, some lost their arms and legs, some had half of their heads cut off by shrapnel, and some even had their whole bodies on fire and were burned alive on horseback.
Since they had never experienced such a blow, this round of bombing alone caused the casualties of nearly two hundred hussars.
But those bipedal flying dragons climbed up skillfully, preparing to change direction and carry out the next round of bombing.
Seeing the heavy losses of his hussars, Leoni's eyes were splitting, and his face blackened by smoke became more and more ferocious.
He shouted angrily: "Damn monsters! You will pay the price with your lives!"
Leonie galloped his horse and chased the dragons hard.
His eyes were red, and he casually pulled out a spear stuck in the ground, raised it behind his head, and threw it with all his strength, as if he wanted to completely pour out the suppressed anger in his heart!
"Whoosh——"
The spear pierced the air, flew nearly a hundred meters into the air, streaked across the sky like a comet, and plummeted toward the dragons.
"Ah!"
A short scream came from the sky, and an unlucky flying dragon cavalry was pierced by the spear and fell from the sky.
Looking at the fallen wyvern, Leonie gritted his teeth and said: "Never, never anger a Fadlander!"
The battle situation has gradually turned into chaos. Under the threat from the sky, the hussars did not even dare to gather together and could only run aimlessly.
Suddenly, Leonie's expression froze. He suddenly found that the ground was shaking unnaturally and making a dull sound. However, at this time, the hussars did not charge in groups. How could it be.
Leonie suddenly realized that the trembling on the ground was not caused by the hussars!
The shaking on the ground became more intense, the stones on the ground boiled, and the sound became heavier.
Leonie turned around in panic and looked at the source of the sound. Suddenly, the expression on his face froze.
"Your Majesty Aragorn."
Thick smoke was billowing, covering the sky and the sun. Giant steel beasts appeared on the distant horizon, rushing towards them, like moving mountains rolling towards them, and even the river behind them was trembling.
These battle-hardened hussars had just escaped death, and at this moment they once again let out unbelievable exclamations.
"God!"
"With Amauna Tower up there, can they also fly?"
"This place is hundreds of kilometers away from Catpa! How did these things get here!"
They only thought they saw a miracle of war, and did not know that this was the result of the tank clusters and "aircraft" cooperating with each other to rapidly advance in depth.
Leonie couldn't help but murmur to himself: "When the hussars launch a group charge, the footsteps of the horses will make the ground tremble, the rivers will flood, and the screams of the wings will make the dragons tremble."
This was clearly a word used to describe the Hussars, a description that made him feel extremely glorious and proud.
Leonie was horrified to find that at this moment, these sentences seemed more appropriate when applied to these enemies.
Because - they are indeed making the earth and rivers tremble.
If it were in the past, he would have faced it bravely without hesitation, or even launched a charge, because there was a powerful Fadland Empire behind him.
But now, he hesitated.
Without the support of the Holy Fadland Empire, can they really defeat the Ember Empire and defend the land of North IJssel?
Leonie, who had always been a staunch "Flanders", felt a little confused at this moment. His lips were inflamed, the hand holding the saber trembled slightly, and sweat oozed from his palm.
"Can we really win this war?"
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