However, what responded to Leoni was the roar of the steel behemoth, the trembling wasteland, and the fire and smoke released from the muzzle.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, the direct shell landed in front of Leoni and exploded suddenly.
In an instant, dazzling firelight occupied his pupils, a fierce explosion appeared, strong air currents burst out, and broken shrapnel flew everywhere.
Thanks to the automatically triggered magic shield on his armor, Leonie withstood the explosion, but the other hussars were not so lucky.
They either lost their limbs, or were blown into charred corpses, or even turned into pieces - and Leonie could only watch this happen, but there was nothing he could do.
Leonie clenched the saber in his hand and let out a low growl: "We are French people."
In his memory, the former Fadland Empire was so powerful and glorious. They once arbitrarily occupied the lands of other races, regarded powerful dragons as prey, and regarded themselves as natural conquerors of the world.
——And the Aethir Hussars are one of the glorious members, one of the legions of Holy Fadlan.
But now?
The brilliance of the sun god is getting dimmer, their power is gradually passing away, and the three kingdoms are also at war. The despicable countries from the north even regard them as prey
More importantly - he almost lost his confidence as a citizen of Fadland and was overwhelmed by the power of those steel behemoths.
For Leonie, this was an unforgivable mistake!
He is a Frenchman! Comes from the most powerful empire in the entire Fiansol, believes in the eternal sun, and is loyal to the great immortal emperor!
They should never be afraid, they should never give in, and they should always follow the light of the sun!
"Hoo, hoo"
The explosions in his ears continued one after another, and the memories became increasingly blurred. Leonie's eyes gradually turned red, and even his breathing became rapid. He raised his saber high, and veins popped out on the back of his hands.
"We are noble Fadlanders! We will never surrender to any despicable barbarians!
Ethel Hussars—Charge with me! ”
At this moment, even the roar of artillery fire and the roar of engines could not cover up his hoarse shouts.
Leonie drove the white horse, leaning forward, the broad metal wings on his back spread out, and the wind passed through the gap, making a piercing scream.
The magic lines on the wings also shimmered, and the sun-like brilliance was released, which actually caused him to gradually leave the ground. The war horse galloped hard, and the horse's hooves were suspended in the low altitude several feet above the ground.
At this moment, like a true descendant of the gods, Leoni dragged traces of light and launched a charge in the air at an extremely terrifying speed - this was the real wing cavalry!
Leonie waved his saber and shouted: "Holy Fadlan will live forever! Give your heart to Fadlan!"
The remaining hundreds of cavalry focused their attention on Leoni. They nimbly avoided the bombardment of artillery fire and gradually gathered around him.
"It's Lord Leoni!"
"We are the Ethel Hussars!"
"Amauna Tower, the Holy Fadlan Empire will live forever!"
Against the noisy background, the shouts of the Ethel Hussars kept coming and going, which was particularly exciting.
At this moment, life or death no longer matters. These fanatical cavalry just want to launch the astonishing charge as they once did, die on the battlefield like real warriors, and contribute to the "Fadeland" they have built in their spiritual world. everything.
"Long live Fadlan!"
The hussars lined up in two dense rows, knee to knee. Their superior equestrian skills allowed them to charge in a dense formation, and their long lances ensured that they would pierce their opponents first.
The magic lines on those armors cooperated with each other and complemented each other, eventually forming a long, high-speed thick barrier in front of the cavalry lined up.
"Shua——"
The wings behind them roared harshly, releasing strong propulsive airflow, giving the hussars faster speed and stronger power.
The sound of horse hooves was neat and dull, and the hussars were silent. Even if a comrade was overturned by the explosion, they would quickly adjust and replenish their formation.
At this moment, the distance between them and those iron lumps was only a hundred meters, and thick smoke billowed in their faces, making it difficult for them to open their eyes.
"For Holy Fadlan!"
The hussars took courage and shouted as loud as they could.
The wings behind them also spread out suddenly, making a shuddering scream, and the horse's hooves hit the ground like drumsticks, making a rapid sound.
Such a huge impact and such a fast speed can often bring devastating blows to the enemy. Whether they are humans, orcs or giants, it is difficult to resist.
In the past, the Issel cavalry relied on this kind of charge to travel across the continent and was invincible.
But unfortunately, this time their enemy is not flesh and blood, but a behemoth made of steel, the empire's most advanced war machine-the tank.
Under the roar of the steel behemoth, the roar of artillery fire, and the roar of engines, all noises were easily drowned out, and even the earth was wailing.
The hussars felt deafened, their ears were buzzing, and even the sound of the wind was hard to hear.
Leonie also clenched the saber in his hand, his heart pounding and his breathing became more rapid.
In a daze, he seemed to have returned to that afternoon thirty years ago, when he was still young and vigorous. In such a charge, they slaughtered the last orcs in Aethel like pigs.
Will this still be the case now?
We will win, we will definitely win, we are French people, Leonie kept repeating this sentence in his heart.
One hundred meters.
Leonie raised his saber forward, glared angrily, and let out a majestic war cry.
Fifty meters.
However, under the thick smoke, those ferocious black shadows like hills expanded rapidly in their eyes, and finally broke through the thick smoke and appeared in front of them.
At this moment, the torrent of steel from the Burning Ember Empire collided with the invincible charge of the Ethel cavalry, like a tsunami rushing towards the land.
"Boom——"
A strong air flow swept in, and the hussars raised their spears and stabbed in front of them, hoping to inflict a fatal blow to the giant beast.
Even the thrust carrying the kinetic energy of the charge could only barely pierce the thick armor, and could not really damage the core of the steel behemoth.
The lance broke and fragments flew everywhere, and amidst the roar of the steel behemoth, the hussar was also swept under the tracks, including men and horses, and was crushed into a pulp with a short scream.
Whether it was the wings on his back, the fine armor covering his whole body, or his strong physique, they were all insignificant before the impact of the torrent of steel.
This once invincible wing cavalry was now like a fragile glass doll that could break at the touch of a touch.
"No——"
Leonie's face was ferocious, and he let out a sad, angry and tragic roar.
He watched helplessly as the hussar, who held all his fantasies about Fadelan, was crushed by the torrent of steel. He felt that his heart had also been crushed by the tracks, becoming broken and full of despair.
At this moment, the eternal illusion of the holy city in his heart was crumbling and was about to be turned into ruins by the giant dragon.
Leonie Maungruo shouted crazily: "Fadelan will not lose——"
While shouting, he was like the knight rushing towards the windmill, using all his strength to wave his saber at the seemingly invincible steel beast in front of him.
"Never!"
"Shua——"
Golden sword light rose into the sky, strong winds swept across the ground, and the space seemed to be divided. Under the fierce blow of this Fadlan super warrior, the armor of the tank was easily cut open, and even the body of the tank behind it was even split into two neat sections, opening a huge gap!
The cross-section was neat and the fracture was extremely smooth, which also revealed the dragon-veined goblin pilot hidden inside.
"Damn humans!"
The goblin yelled sharply. He huddled in the corner of the cockpit, grabbing the armrest with one hand, and picked up the pistol next to him with the other hand, shooting at Leonie randomly.
And from the moment he saw the goblin, Leonie suddenly burst out with a burst of rage, like an erupting volcano, which was difficult to suppress.
Goblin! The one who crushed his army and his last hope was the goblin whom the Aethel winged cavalry regarded as nothing!
This is simply a naked humiliation! It can even be said to be a humiliation to Fadlan!
The goblin kept pulling the trigger, still shouting: "Go to hell, you cowardly southerner! Long live His Majesty Cassius!"
However, the hussar did not fall as the goblin imagined. Instead, he rushed over with bullets in his hand, swung his saber wildly, and split the weak but arrogant goblin in two.
Leonie rode up to the top of the tank wreckage and raised his saber high: "Soldiers! These things are not invincible! They are just iron shells that are strong on the outside but dry on the inside!"
However, when he looked around, all that was left was the thick smoke that filled the fields, the crushed corpses mixed with pieces of armor, blood all over the ground, and two deep ruts left by the tracks. .
At this moment, no one will listen to Leonie's call.
There were also some hussars who were lucky enough to escape from the gaps in the tanks, but after losing their comrades, their faith had already collapsed and they lost their fighting spirit, so they just drove their horses away numbly.
Leonie shouted: "Have you forgotten the glory of the past? We are from Fadlan——"
"Boom!"
The strong explosion almost blew him away and left the tank wreckage in a state of disrepair.
Leonie raised his head and saw the wyvern flying across the sky again. Several bombs roared down, sweeping away the remaining hussars and blasting the ground into holes.
"Come on, kill me! A few decades ago, you would have been defeated by me!"
The steam tanks in the distance turned around and surrounded them in a loose formation, chasing the hussars on the grassland like ferocious wolves.
The barrels of more than a dozen steam tanks were aimed at Leoni, and the black muzzles suddenly spurted out fierce fire.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Dense and fierce explosions occurred one after another, almost overturning the ground, causing sand, dust and gravel to rise into the sky.
Leonie relied on his superb riding skills to shuttle back and forth in the thick smoke, avoiding explosions one after another.
But soon, the war horse under his crotch also neighed feebly and fell to its knees - the war horse's originally smooth and beautiful fur was covered with dust and scarred, its body was covered with shattered shrapnel, and its blood was almost drained.
This war horse, which had been with Leonie day and night for decades, died like this.
However, Leoni had no time to feel sad. He held the saber in his hand, jumped up from the horse, and rushed towards the tank group alone.
The next moment, with a loud "boom", several cannonballs fell from the place where he originally stayed. The horse corpse suddenly exploded, and charred pieces of meat flew everywhere.
"Kill him!"
"This human is very strong! He destroyed a tank, please be careful!"
The drivers communicated through the transmitter, and the steam tanks spread out and surrounded them from different directions, forming a huge semi-circular arc formation.
The machine gun turrets on the top of the steam tank were aimed at Leoni, and fierce flames burst out from the muzzle.
"Dangdangdang——"
In an instant, bullets poured in like a storm, washing away Leonie's body, and dents appeared in his hard armor.
However, Leoni braved the intensive artillery fire and bullets and charged almost madly without fear of death.
"Gather the fire!"
"He's only one man! Don't save your shells!"
The firepower of the steam tanks became more intense, the wyverns kept flying across the low altitude, and the shells almost flattened the land around Leoni by three feet.
Continuous explosions and shootings gradually shattered his armor, and Leonie's strong body was covered with a charred shell, filled with dense shrapnel and bullets.
However, he did not give up and walked forward unsteadily, dodging countless fatal attacks.
In the end, he trudged to a place 40 meters away from the steam tank, raised his saber with his trembling arms, but no longer had the strength to charge, allowing bullets to shoot into his riddled body.
"Click——"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of gears meshing, the turret slowly rotated, and the black muzzle was pointed directly at Leonie.
Leonie raised his head, with a look of despair in his eyes. At this moment, the earl finally recognized a cruel reality.
——The Holy Fadland Empire that he was loyal to has long been destroyed.
And in the army of the Ember Empire, Leoni actually saw the pride, confidence and domineering that should only belong to the former Fadland Empire.
"The old king is dead."
His lips moved, wanting to continue saying something, but the thrilling firelight had already occupied his eyes.
"Boom!"
There was another earth-shattering explosion. In an instant, the ground trembled and dust and smoke rose into the sky.
The last Ethel hussar in Fadland died like this, and this unit will completely disappear into the dust of history with the passage of time.
On July 11, 1789 in the New Calendar, the Ember Empire declared war on North IJssel with almost no warning and launched a fierce offensive.
According to the words in their declaration of war, North IJssel had committed the grave crime of "insulting the Ember Emperor".
With its 4 armored divisions, 3 light armored divisions and 2 air force divisions as its main assault force, the Ember Empire tore through the rudimentary defense line composed of 80,000 people in the duchy in the western part of the flat plain of North IJssel. .
They didn't even have time to prepare, and they didn't even receive the news of the Ember Empire's declaration of war, before they were overwhelmed by the torrent of steel that suddenly appeared on the plains.
The empire's armored forces, air force, and magic forces formed a force that advanced rapidly and deeply, quickly tearing apart and encircling the ancient and huge army of the old Fadland Empire.
Millions of players swarmed out like locusts, almost frantically pursuing the army that appeared in their field of vision. Their traces were scattered all over the plains.
This series of bad news caused Duke Walter's remaining troops to huddle tremblingly in major cities, waiting for external rescue.
At this moment, countless people in the city looked up at the sun and silently prayed to Amauna Tower. Their only hope was the former "Wing of Fadland" - Walter Greenham.
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The "Casius' Secret Treasure" event is still in progress, and the lottery will be drawn at 12 noon tomorrow, so stay tuned. (End of chapter)