Chapter 572 Dusk and Dawn (9k8, four chapters in one, read the final battle in one go)
"How was it?"
"The injury is too serious." The senior monk reluctantly drew the character "屮" on his forehead, "Your Excellency Alpheus has been summoned by the Lord, and there is nothing we can do."
Lying on his back on a large bluestone, the shadow of a sand dune obscured Alfors's godless face.
This former proud man of heaven, the Knight of the Champion's Order, now has crooked eyes and a slanted mouth, his neck armor is dented, his neck is broken, and his towering nose is almost touching his chest.
He still stared before he died, as if he couldn't believe he would die like this.
A flash of uncontrollable sadness flashed in his eyes, and Prince Condai stretched out his hand to help him close his dim blue eyes.
Turning his head and standing up, the prince looked at the flags flying on the mound in the distance.
Since the fall of Alfors, the mercenaries' attack has weakened a lot.
Even though there was an order company supervising the battle and chasing down the deserters, they still showed signs of indolence and cowardice.
Their training and battlefield experience are far superior to those of the Salvation Army, but they are no match for the Salvation Army in terms of morale.
At the beginning, they could continue to advance the front, but as time went by, the casualties became heavier. Faced with the elusive victory, they had long lost confidence in themselves.
It was around 4 pm at this time, almost 3 hours since the war started.
Both sides went back and forth. Although each suffered thousands of casualties, the two mercenary groups each lost nearly one-fifth of their soldiers and were on the verge of collapse.
As for the guards and sergeants, after more than a hundred casualties occurred, they had already withdrawn from the mound and began to flee.
Even Prince Condai could no longer order the remaining infantry to continue the attack.
In order to prevent the infantry from retreating, Lacunio also sent the knights led by Edmond to help Prince Condé stabilize the situation.
At the same time, Edmund also sent a cruel message from La Cunho to Prince Condé: "This battle cannot be fought, and we must withdraw our troops."
As smoke rolled in from the cavalry, Prince Condai looked directly at Edmund who had returned from putting out the fire, "What are the casualties of our knights?"
"There are still more than 250 knight gentlemen in our company."
Prince Condai closed his eyes slightly. By gathering the remnants of the knights from the previous battles, he brought a total of more than 1,300 people from the 4th Order Company.
But at this moment, according to Edmund's numbers, they were barely over 1,000 and could still fight on the battlefield.
The rest were either seriously injured or turned into cold corpses.
"Your Highness." Arrival arrived from a short distance away. Aylard jumped off his horse and saluted Prince Condai, "The Third Order Company of Alfors has been reorganized and is on standby."
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Prince Condai looked at the battlefield that fell into a brief calm, and asked casually: "Elad, do you think we can continue to fight?"
"It's possible to fight, but... it's difficult." Elad held the cross frame pendant, "The Holy Lord is on our side, and victory is not in a hurry."
"You are really as slippery as a catfish." Prince Kongdai joked casually, looking at Xunxun flying the black and red sun flag, but he couldn't help but feel humiliated and resentful in his heart.
Prince Condé had realized that La Cunho was right and this battle could not go on.
Horn's side suffered only one-tenth loss, and their morale was high, but they had already lost more than one-eighth of their own troops.
With the death of Alfors, this gap continues to widen.
The most important thing is the competition of willpower. Morale and willpower are very important in a specific battle. They have fallen completely at a disadvantage.
His back molars kept grinding, and Prince Kong Dai was actually in a trance for a moment. In a frontal battle, he lost to this monster who was a farmer a year and a half ago, and to a group of farmers and ordinary citizens who were just a year and a half ago. The short-haired rebel.
After closing his eyes and opening them again, Prince Condai felt extremely awkward, but he could only give the order with difficulty: "Retreat, the knights go to both sides to cover the mercenaries' exit."
"Withdraw now?"
Several knights around had expressions of humiliation on their faces.
They are the Imperial Company, the most elite knights in the Kingdom of Leia. They are different from the imitations of the French Knights. Each one of them is an elite knight who has been strictly selected and trained.
Even if they don't attack the car formation, the two sides have to retreat even if they open up a direct confrontation.
Is the Imperial Order Company still the invincible Imperial Order Company?
Several orders have been lost in Horn's hands. Originally, it could be said that the Salvation Army was taking advantage of the situation.
But now, if they retreat, wouldn't the Command Company really be no match for the Salvation Army?
"Your Highness, I have watched them from the high ground for a long time, and I have figured out their defense change patterns and loopholes." Edmund, who came down from the high ground to support Prince Condai, couldn't help but said, "The enemy's right-line wind-up gunner Being moved to high ground, the frequency of using big guns is much higher than that of the other two lines.
They cannot be without limitations, so the right line must be weak.
Let Galian be restrained on the high ground, and we take advantage of their maneuvers to quickly rush from the depression to the slope, and then without going downhill, from the saddle-like corridor to the third slope, then as long as we walk through a 100-meter corridor, we can..."
"Pull him down, His Highness the Prince and His Excellency La Cunho have already made a decision, and with this strategy, if he is accidentally hit by a big gun, can you guarantee that His Highness will not be like Alpheus?" Frowning. , Elard intercepted Edmund's words, "I advise you to be pragmatic!"
Edmund held his chest and bowed under the crown of Prince Condé. After a minute-long silence, he still heard an extremely tangled sigh: "Since the retreat has been ordered, let's retreat."
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Filled with helplessness and humiliation, Edmund ran towards the mound.
Standing next to Alpheus's body, His Royal Highness looked towards the battlefield with melancholy.
There is only more than an hour left until evening, and the sun is still setting in the west. Under the gentle sunshine, the Salvation Army is like a black iron mountain pressing on the mound.
Among the mounds and depressions, there were ownerless horses running around, wounded soldiers bleeding and wailing, and the body of a knight who suddenly twitched. The flag representing the Jinque family was just thrown to the ground.
It's simply not like he can fight such a battle.
At the pass of the Gaotai Mountains, Horn's flag at that time did not have black and red colors but only the sun symbol. He was so close to the flag that if it hadn't been for the old knight, he would have caught the mouse.
Later, he did not hesitate to send the earl and the command company to pursue them, but he still let them escape from the Black Bone Swamp and ran to the territory of Duke Kush.
The Battle of Fort Joan of Arc and the Battle of Rapids City resulted in the loss of three consecutive battles.
To this day, he holds four command companies and two elite mercenary regiments, but he is still patrolling under the flag of the sun, as if he will never be able to touch that simple battle flag.
But today, after he had given everything and tried his best, he was about to back down again.
Do you want to continue to retreat? If that was the case, then why did he drink the dragon potion?
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"What are you urging?" He was already in a bad mood. When he heard the rapid sound of the horn on the high ground, Prince Condai couldn't help but stood up and cursed, "Didn't I tell you to retreat? What else are you blowing?"
But as soon as he stood up, he felt something was wrong. Scouts were scattered all over the highlands and plains, and it didn't look like they were preparing to withdraw.
As if he had thought of something, Prince Condai suddenly jumped up and climbed up the sand dune on his hands and knees. Ignoring the arrows flying around, he straightened his body and looked towards the plain.
The bushes stirred, and frightened birds flew up in flocks.
On the road between the fence and the houses, the fluttering blue flag rushed like a pouring flood, cutting through the world and heading straight towards the river beach.
Although these knights wore colorful robes, each of them had a piece of black cloth tied on their arm. If possible, the feathers on their helmets would also be replaced with black.
Thousands of knights or horse-mounted infantry are coming here. The battle flag embroidered with fleur-de-lis and obsidian is very familiar to the prince - it is the battle flag of Grand Duke Meliati of Hema Stone.
"What? When did they come?" Elad couldn't help shouting as he climbed up the sand dune.
As the squires and captains of lancers climbed the mound, fear clouded their faces in the blazing sunshine.
The way the flood of cavalry came was the same way the order company retreated.
Retreating along the river beach, which is a continuous stream and mounds, is an absolute desolation. They can only go through those few roads.
Their escape route has been cut off.
"Your Highness, Your Highness." A light-armored messenger cavalry held his crooked helmet, "His Excellency Lacunio said that you should take the remaining command company on the battlefield and return to the high ground immediately."
For a moment, the originally noisy sand dune became quiet, and all the knights stared at the face of Prince Condai.
They all understood the implication - they had to run away.
"Haha..."
"Hahahaha."
"Hahahahahaha——"
Prince Condai suddenly burst into laughter, which could even be said to be a wild laugh. He opened his mouth, showing his white teeth, and laughed heartily while holding his stomach.
He was clearly at a dead end, but he smiled so happily and cheerfully.
"This is the choice the Holy Lord gave me, this is the choice the Holy Lord gave me! Holy Lord, haven't you already made a choice for me?"
Prince Condai now has two paths. The first is to follow Lacunio and retreat, turning into a war beast. Perhaps he can gain a territory after Leia is recovered.
What he wants to choose is the second one, rush over and cut off the sun flag. Maybe they will be flanked by Meliati, or they may be able to break up and defeat Meliati, who is also at the end of a powerful crossbow.
Admittedly, according to La Cunho's idea, the first option is definitely the safest choice. Since there is no hope of attacking the Salvation Army, then settle for the second best option.
However, this was not Prince Condai's choice.
Learn skills in the city of High Castle, kill enemies in the Kush River, tour the Kingdom of Leia, and suppress all enemies of the royal family and the Pope.
He bore the name of a prince, but he grew up as a knight.
He finally remembered that plotting and weighing the pros and cons was what nobles should do.
He is just a knight, and there is only one thing he has to do, and that is - charge! An indomitable charge!
Prince Condai's eyes were shining: "Edmund, are you willing to be my vanguard?"
"Victory or death!" Edmund tapped his breastplate excitedly.
"Brother Chanoa, give me two more blessings."
Chanoa originally wanted to persuade him, but in the end he sighed and began to prepare for the ceremony.
With a relaxed pace, Prince Condai got on his horse and rode in front of all the knights: "Give me the order to gather all the knights of the imperial order! Get ready and charge with me as usual!"
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Putting down the observation glass in his hand, Horn turned around and said to Armand beside him: "Prince Condai is very likely to escape. The small gift we prepared for him still hasn't come in use."
Holding the flag, Armand said with a smile: "It's better to be prepared. Besides, the Grand Duchess is here to help, so we don't have to continue fighting. We can take advantage of today's victory to completely defeat these devils."
Looking at the spears and flags standing on the hills, Horn couldn't help but feel excited, but also a little disappointed.
They won this battle, but based on the description of Prince Condai's performance, he was probably already on the road to promotion to a great knight.
If he wanted to escape, it would be quite difficult to stop him. Even with Meliaty's attack from both sides, it would still be quite difficult.
According to the messenger, Meliati actually came ashore around 2 p.m.
However, she didn’t know where her confidence in the strength of the Salvation Army came from.
After arriving, he did not choose to join the battlefield rashly, but made a long circle to avoid Prince Condai's scouts and went around behind them.
In this way, Prince Condai's retreat was cut off. He could either abandon a large force and escape, or he could only stay and be attacked from both sides.
Horn looked at the ugly intelligence chief in front of him: "What message does your Grand Duchess have?"
It has to be said that the Grand Duchess took him very seriously and sent Fili, the intelligence chief, to deliver the message in person.
"The lord said that I hope you can take the initiative to entangle Prince Condai and prevent him from escaping, leaving her to deal with it."
"That's quite a big statement, but you guys picked the fruit from the trees we planted?" Jeshka said in a strange tone from the side.
Feili was not angry, but explained to Horn seriously: "Whoever kills Prince Condai will not be able to erase your contribution."
"No, it's not my credit, it's our credit." Horn held onto the blood-covering clouds around his waist and was about to issue an order, but was stunned. He quickly raised the lookout and looked toward the battlefield.
"What's wrong?" Feili walked to Horn's side, "Is that Prince Condai? Why...so fast, wait, he rushed up the mound!"
In the small circle shrouded in darkness, Horn clearly saw Prince Condai rushing to the top of the first slope, and dozens of Salvation Army soldiers were knocked into the air and flew more than three meters away.
A Salvation Army spear phalanx guarding a nearby mound collapsed like sparrows before the knights were ordered to rush forward.
"Oops!" Fili shouted, "This is coming for you! Get on your horse and avoid it!"
"Hahahahaha." Horn laughed, "Well done, well done."
Holding Xue Zhanyun, Horn turned around with a big smile, but his face was full of ferocity and ferocity: "Raise my flag, the higher the better! I want everyone to see that I am here, Never take a step back!”
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Breaking through the crumbling Salvation Army formation, I wonder if it was because they collectively drank the potion this time, so it was much easier to attack.
Lying on the horse's back, Prince Condai was panting like an ox, and would even make a grunting sound. Sometimes even the horse's breathing was not as loud as his.
His heart was beating hard, and the blood in his body felt like mercury.
Seven blessings, seven blessings in total, such as walking on flat ground, the Eye of St. George, blocking the enemy (two), lifting a weight with ease, the heart of a lion, and the promise of St. Ra'a.
Hallucinations and drowsiness have even begun to appear before his eyes. This state will not last long, and he must behead Horn before evening.
"Charge!"
The four hundred knights, including one hundred knights of the banner and three hundred knights of the edict, walked the route Edmund said, detouring from the right line to the center line, then taking the narrow ridge path, and finally descending to the depression.
The two chapter leaders reacted immediately.
"Their target is Your Majesty!"
"Stop them!"
The holy gunmen on the mound lined up and fired at the charging Knights of the Order.
The narrow depression corridor prevented the knights from exerting their combat effectiveness in charging on the plains, and they could only pass by in columns.
The Holy Gun Cavalry running from the highlands pursued and intercepted the team of the Order Knights, and the Order Knights and Banner Knights on both sides fell one after another.
But soon, nearly a hundred flag knights and nearly a hundred order knights took the initiative to stay to contain the cavalry of the Salvation Army.
At this moment, Prince Condai only had 200 knights of the order left by his side.
"Stop them!" shouted the leader, and Le Fay rushed over with the spearmen.
Brune, Rudillo, Moncey, Coleman, Victor... each of the legion commanders held spears and led the soldiers to rush towards Prince Condé's cavalry.
Rudillo's body flew high into the sky, first landed in the bushes, and then rolled into the mire.
Brune groaned, and together with seven or eight spearmen, they used their halberds to forcefully pull an order knight off his horse.
"Bang bang——"
The saber and the lead hit the horse's neck at the same time. The sweeping horse not only knocked down Coleman and Victor, but also tripped the four knights who were too close behind.
The fireball exploded, and seven or eight knights of the order screamed and fell off their horses. The holy gunman immediately fired the holy wind, but he did not notice that Mengsai, whose half body was on fire, jumped into the black snow and rolled around.
"Glory!!!"
"For freedom!! Long live the Thousand Valleys!!"
All the Salvation Army infantrymen went crazy. On the hills on both sides, the black mass of the Salvation Army flowed down like a waterfall.
Countless lead particles were concentrated on the knights, and every dozen steps a knight was hit in the vital part and fell down.
In front of them were endless spears and halberds. The Salvation Army rushed down from the mounds on both sides frantically and blocked the prince with their flesh and blood bodies.
The spear in the spearman's hand exploded uncontrollably, and sawdust flew across and hit the breastplate of the knight who rushed past, making a clicking sound.
One level, two levels, and three levels. Prince Condai could no longer count how many layers of soldiers he punched through in the last hundred meters of passage.
Countless lead arrows flew past his eyes, and the swords were curled after collision.
On each floor, several once-close knights died in battle. From the Knights to the Holy City, they were always by their side.
The young and old who represented the Plantagenet Dynasty were annihilated little by little in the sea of swords and lead bullets.
The Plantagenet knights that he and Lacunio had worked so hard to protect, and the loyal knights who had to borrow usury to cultivate, just fell beside the horses' hooves.
Gallian was knocked down by the spiral gun and fell to the ground, surrounded by countless spears. He roared and waved his sword, but was shot in the waist by a gun. In order to block the charging Jeanne, Edmond led dozens of knights to rush forward and charged against the incoming thunder.
Elard was struck in the leg by an axe-gunner and accidentally fell off his horse, and was immediately surrounded by spearmen.
Every time he passed through the soldiers of the Salvation Army, it meant that his old friend of more than ten years had passed away, and Prince Condai's heart was bleeding.
But he still raised the knight's sword high: "Charge! For glory!"
But whether it was because of the medicine or the encouragement of glory, the knights of the order still ran headlong into the web of flesh and blood formed by these soldiers.
"Charge!! Charge!!!"
The remaining more than a hundred knights of the order shouted, and they actually shouted with the momentum of a mountain roar and a tsunami.
The hundreds of meters of corridor had turned into a quagmire of flesh and blood, and Prince Condai had reached the end of the quagmire.
The sun flag is flying. This mound is the mound where Demon Horn is located. Only the last slope is left.
Protected by the knights in the middle, Prince Condai could even see clearly the face of the demon Horn, that expressionless face.
"Horn——"
Pointing his sword forward, Prince Condai roared the name.
"Horn!!!"
It's so close, it's so close, it's never been as close as it is today.
He had already rushed to the bottom of the slope, a distance of less than 70 meters. Even if it was going uphill, it would only take three or four seconds for the order knights.
Horn, who was on the hillside, was also staring closely at Prince Condai. He covered the clouds with blood in his hand. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he did feel it humming!
"Horn Galal!!!" Prince Condai's roar came from the bottom of the slope.
"Charles Gordon Finch!!!" Drawing out the blood to cover the clouds, Horn raised his eyebrows, gritted his teeth with red eyes and shouted, "First Guards, move out!"
Rows of fine iron spears and axes rose from behind the slope. The spearmen, wearing full armor to their ankles, made a metallic noise and walked neatly to the top of the slope.
The roar stopped suddenly, and Prince Condai's lips kept trembling: "Where did the soldiers come from? Where did the soldiers come from?!"
That demon Horn, when the battle was at its most intense and about to end, he left a reserve team behind the slope!
Damn it, the ones who collapsed at the top of the second slope must have been the Skitarii wearing Salvation Army uniforms!
Fully three hundred full-armored spearmen emerged from behind the mound, with the word "屮" printed in white paint on their armor chests, and rushed towards Prince Kong Dai.
Although there were only three hundred people, the last straw came before Prince Kong Dai who charged all the way.
The knights coming up from the bottom are like a tsunami rushing towards the cliff, while the guards coming down from the top are like a raging mountain torrent.
At the moment of impact, the broken knight's sword and the shattered gun shaft flew into the sky at the same time. Every Guards monk's eyes were filled with lances and long swords, while every knight's eyes were filled with axes, spears and halberds.
The monks' heads were kicked to bits by horse hooves, the knights were stabbed down by spears, the layers of armor shattered, and the knights in the front row fell one by one.
Seventy meters, sixty meters...
"Charge, if you rush past them, you will win!" Prince Kong Dai roared, and rushed to the front himself.
Sixty meters, fifty meters...
Dozens of blood-sucking vines rose up and wrapped around the horses' hooves, leaving horrific scars.
"If you don't win, you would rather die. Keep charging!" Countless lead pellets, even lead pellets from spiral guns, hit Prince Kong Dai, but they were only half in the flesh and half outside.
Fifty meters, forty meters...
"Finally, the last bit of the road!" After shouting these words, the prince suddenly stopped speaking. He stared blankly at the mounds on the left and right sides.
On the top of the hill, the last two falcon cannons finally arrived, and Demon Horn's devilish voice sounded:
"Praise the Holy Wind!"
The lead roared, the iron sand swept across, and pieces of severed limbs and pieces of meat flew out. The original queue of knights was instantly emptied, and even many guardsmen were knocked down by accidental injuries.
The war horse screamed, kicked and knocked down the knight behind it, and fled on the battlefield like a headless fly.
Staring at Horn at the top of the slope, Prince Condai could not take another half step forward.
In the last thirty meters, in the last thirty meters, he could take off the demon's Horn's head.
But these thirty meters seemed like time had stopped or even flowed backwards. They were still moving upward, but they were getting further and further away from the battle flag.
At this moment, Prince Kong Dai felt desperate for the first time in his life.
In the Changsong City Arena, he won twenty-two consecutive victories when he was just starting out. He started as a Knight of the Square Banner and became a Knight of the Order a year later.
On the Kush River battlefield, he rode hundreds of horses into the enemy formation, dashed from left to right, broke five military formations in a row, and succeeded in killing the vampire archduke who had no time to escape, and was awarded the title of Golden Lion.
But people have forgotten this title. Almost no title knight is his opponent. He is an extremely rare champion title knight.
Now, he drank the dragon potion and embarked on the road to promotion, giving up all glory and future, but still could not rush to the black and red sun flag.
Still... still!
"Ding——"
Prince Kong Dai suddenly shrank up. He lowered his head blankly, but saw an exploding iron flower under his chest.
Blood is gurgling out from the iron flower.
Touching the blood on his hands, he looked up suddenly and saw Horn holding a two-meter-long wind-up gun on the shoulders of the half-kneeling soldier.
"Legend, it's time to come to an end." Horn put down the blunderbuss, his face turning pale.
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Prince Condai didn't even know how he got back to the depression from the middle of the ramp.
He only saw countless spears and axes swung around him, while he swung his warhammer and smashed the sternums of those civilians who were overestimating their abilities.
His people have reached the depression, but his soul seems to be still on the slope.
The distance of thirty meters was like a chasm. He had already realized that he would be trapped under that flag for the rest of his life, or in other words, would he have the rest of his life?
"Your Highness, Your Highness, wake up!" An aide shook the prince's shoulders, "It's not over yet. Let's distance ourselves and charge again. They are already at the end of their crossbow."
"Yes, let's go to the open space and charge again." As if he had grasped some life-saving straw, hope reignited in Prince Condai's eyes.
Most of the edict knights trapped by the infantry have not yet dismounted. There are more than seventy edict knights around him. It is not difficult to gather hundreds of edict knights.
"Assemble, rally under the banner!"
After regaining command, Prince Condai led dozens of knights and rushed towards a group of besieged Order knights.
However, just as he was moving against the current, he caught a glimpse of a cold light from the corner of his eye.
Turning his head to avoid the incoming bow and arrow, Prince Condai turned around and saw a female knight in shining silver plate armor with an iron mask on her face, almost as tall as Prince Condai, rushing into the formation.
That's - Meliati? Damn it, she actually came here with hundreds of knights.
Facing Prince Condai's disbelieving face, Meliati led the mountain knights to block the only gap and charged towards him.
"How could you?"
What answered him was the angry roar of the Grand Duchess: "I don't know where you want to go?"
However, the moment the two sides collided, Meliati's left hand flew into the air, and half of the iron surface was cut off.
A wound suddenly appeared on her white face, even exposing her gums, and her right eye was bleeding uncontrollably.
But there was no joy of victory at all on Prince Condai's face, only shock and anger: "Are you crazy?"
The bleeding face of Meliyati's lips were stained red with blood, and she smiled extremely brightly: "If you are not crazy, how can I leave you here?! If you are not crazy, how can you avenge Uncle Wayne?!"
At the moment when they passed each other, Prince Condai was not injured at all, but the head of his hybrid horse flew high into the air.
The horse-headed knight, Prince Condé, rushed forward a few meters sluggishly, and then fell to the ground.
"Your Highness?!"
"Quick, hurry up and save His Highness!"
The surrounding knights turned their horses and tried their best to come back to rescue him, but were stopped by knights with black cloth tied to their arms.
Spears and lances collided, and these knights even clung to these edict knights, even jumping on each other's horses to exchange their lives.
"You untouchables!"
Standing up in embarrassment, Prince Condai was covered in dust. He raised his long sword and looked for horses everywhere, but Meliyati would never give him this opportunity.
Although her left hand is gone, Meliati's equestrian skills are superb enough, and she can easily guess Prince Condai's next move through mind-reading spells.
Holding the sword in her hand, she kept rushing past Prince Condai.
The blade of the sword splashed sparks on the armor again and again, preventing the prince from finding the horse and escaping.
At this time, Jeanne, who had killed Edmond, finally rushed down the hillside and tacitly joined in the strangulation of Prince Condé.
Prince Condai, who had lost his horse, was in embarrassment and was repeatedly charged and killed by Jeanne and Meliati, swaying left and right like a clown performing a comedy.
Meliaty and Jeanne's delay was not long, but it was enough for the remaining Salvation Army and Mountain Knights to arrive.
"Praise the Holy Wind!"
Densely packed lead balls kept falling on him, and the surrounding Salvation Army infantry quickly formed a large circle to separate the other knights who were trying to rescue him.
There are also knights who can rush to Prince Condai's side, but unfortunately the prince's blessing of lifting the weight with ease has expired, and the horse cannot carry him at all.
The Salvation Army in the inner circle continued to assassinate Prince Condai, while the Salvation Army in the outer circle kept flattening their spears to resist the impact and rescue of the knights.
Weakly waving the long sword to block, the blessed flames on Prince Kong Dai's body became increasingly dim, and even the knife marks on the white crystal steel became more and more numerous, and blood flowed out from the seams in his armor.
His eyes were soaked in blood at this moment, and everything became blurry. He could only rely on instinct to block the incoming lances, swords and spears.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was very long or very short, but I didn’t know where I heard distant calls
"Blood covers the clouds...sharpening swordsmen...the holy grandson of God's punishment kills injustice..."
"Those who are not peaceful...come forward and listen...kill them all to bring peace..."
The vague shouts became clearer and clearer, until at a certain moment, Prince Kong Dai suddenly raised his head, only to see the Salvation Army all over the mountains and plains in front of him.
The Salvation Army was standing on the mound, the Salvation Army was standing in the depression, and the Salvation Army was also standing five or six meters away from him.
Except for the more than 20 personal guards and order knights left around him, he could hardly find those knights.
The last knights fled into the sunset, and the mercenaries surrendered in droves.
Countless black and red flags almost covered the sky, and the golden-red sunlight fell on the mounds. Rows of Salvation Army soldiers were like golden statues in the church.
These golden eagle statues are shouting, as if they are crying and roaring:
"Holy Pope, golden scepter...King of Knights, silver embroidered bed..."
"Those who sow wheat eat chaff! Those who weave cloth have no clothes!"
The farmers and small townspeople in the Salvation Army shouted in unison, first for a moment, then they gritted their teeth and roared:
"While Eve and Adam were plowing, the nobles and gentlemen were sitting in the high hall?"
Prince Condai's pupils shrank suddenly.
"Take my wife...take my house...kill my pair...what a good mother-in-law!"
The shouting in my ears actually had a hint of crying.
"There are countless heads rolling in, and the blood debt must be paid with blood!"
"Blood debts must be paid with blood!"
"Blood debts must be paid with blood!!"
"Blood debts must be paid with blood!!!"
After a moment of silence, amid a chorus of shouts, the Salvation Army in the front row suddenly attacked the twenty or so Order Knights left in the inner circle.
Lead is flying, spears are dancing, there are fewer and fewer knights standing in front of Prince Condai, and there are also fewer and fewer falcon cannons, fireballs and even lead.
In the previous battles, the holy power had been exhausted, leaving only the last spearmen and the holy gunners who came with sabers.
In front of countless spears, Prince Condai's face turned purple. When the potions and blessings failed, weakness gradually climbed up his body and heart.
He wished he could have a heart attack and die at this moment.
Unfortunately, as the circle formed by the spear and saber continued to shrink, he no longer had the strength to commit suicide.
When Horn arrived, what he saw was a fat giant kneeling on the ground, with his back pressed by a halberd, his helmet taken off, his clothes stripped off, and he was coughing like a broken bellows.
He knelt down and was about the same height as Horn, his gray pupils staring blankly at the approaching grandson.
Pink, frothy blood flowed from the corners of the giant's mouth. There were scars, electric blisters, and even more blood holes on his body.
Some were stabbed with spears, and some were struck with lead.
His broken body was like a sieve, even letting light leak out.
When the prince looked up, Horn could see the large and small blood holes on his face and the black iron sand embedded in his skin.
"Charles Gordon Finch, is this the first time we've met?"
Blood blurred Prince Condai's vision, and he chuckled: "I saw you on the hillside just now. You are more ordinary than I thought."
"Because I'm just an ordinary person." Horn shrugged indifferently.
"I am a noble and a champion knight. I was caught by you, an ordinary person. You must be very proud, right?"
"You are more like a slave than a noble."
"I am a slave?" Prince Condai laughed angrily, "Are you saying the opposite?"
Horn stared into his gray pupils: "I dare to face the King and the Pope without bowing or kneeling. Do you dare?"
Prince Condai's laughter was stuck in his throat. His face froze for a few seconds, and his voice became low: "Cut off my head. You win, you deserve it."
Without any more nonsense, Horn slowly walked to Prince Condai and drew out the blood to cover the clouds.
"Hey, you farmers, do you know how to run a country?"
"Don't bother you, we will find a way out." Horn answered him casually.
"Do you have a way out? Civil war, or separatism?" Blood was flowing from the quarrel. Prince Condai glanced at him sideways. "I will give you a final reminder. Even if the Kingdom of Leia can tolerate you, the Imperial Church will not tolerate you." , did you see that dusk? Maybe it’s your death knell!”
Horn didn't answer him.
After raising the Blood Covering Cloud in his hand high, he did not wave it down.
He raised his head and looked at the clouds dyed golden by the setting sun.
He seemed to be able to see those clouds forming familiar faces floating past his eyes.
Danji, Frick, Coce, the group of old people who took the initiative to stay, the veterans who died on the battlefield... and even Juano, the unknown priest, the orphanage in the wild spider forest, And there is Wayne, whom I have never met before...
He felt that it happened a long time ago, but now that he thinks about it, it seems like yesterday.
"Sometimes, I wonder, what would have happened if all this hadn't happened?" After murmuring to himself, Horn raised his head, and soldiers all over the mountains and plains were looking at them.
Prince Condai kneeling on the ground, and Pope Horn standing beside him.
Smiling at himself, Horne whispered to Prince Condai seriously:
"This is your dusk, and it is also the dawn of a new world."
Prince Condai's blood-stained head rolled to the ground, his face full of shock and relief.
The last reflection in his eyes was the Hamm River standing upside down.
The Ham River flows quietly with a dazzling light of pale gold.
(End of chapter)