Mage Veja

Chapter 465
It will be dark.

The setting sun hanging on the mountainside can no longer bring hope to the earth.

This war, like the afterglow of the setting sun, is about to enter the darkness of eternal night.

Morrie bit the dagger between his teeth, stretched out his remaining right hand, took out a letter from his pocket, and stuffed it into the logistics soldier's hand: "Lieutenant, if I die in this war, please send this letter Send it to 1065 Avenue Saint Laurent Glory."

"Forgive me for not being able to do this."

The logistics soldier rejected Morrie's request: "I don't think your relatives would welcome a guest like me. If you have anything to say, please go back to Saint Laurent and tell them in person after the war is over."

"Do you think I...can go back?"

Desperation was revealed in Morrie's eyes: "The Commander-in-Chief is no longer the invincible commander before, the glory of the past has blinded his eyes, he is still a child after all... a child, he will be proud and complacent .”

His eyes looked forward.

Some smoke and dust could be vaguely seen there, and Mori knew that the imperial pursuit army was approaching: "We have been unable to defeat the imperial army, and the failure of this battle is inevitable. You are a logistics soldier, and you can retreat early, but I He is the main soldier of the group army, and he lost his right hand in the last siege battle, so he has no chance of surviving."

"Although I really want to go home..."

A crystal tear could not be suppressed from the corner of the young soldier's eye: "But I once swore allegiance to Her Majesty the Queen under the banner of the dynasty, and I... will never forget my oath."

"May the glory of the dynasty be with you."

The logistics soldier took the letter: "Lieutenant Wigan pays the highest respect to you. I believe your sacrifice will not be in vain. Your blood will surely reawaken the Commander-in-Chief, and he will surely lead the dynasty to the future. prosperity."

"grateful."

Morrie watched the logistics soldiers go away, and he looked forward again——

The soldiers of the empire are already visible to the naked eye, and in ten minutes or so, they may face to face.

Is there any chance of winning this battle?
Even a [-]% chance of victory! ?

Morrie glanced at the comrades around him, and saw that every soldier's eyes were full of despair. Under the echo of the enemy's military boots, the soldiers couldn't help but retreat step by step, and the formation became rickety.

Soldiers are terrified.

This fear will eventually kill them.

At this moment, the final assertion can already be made——

No!Without any hope of victory!

Even though they had an army of nearly 30, none of the soldiers felt that they could defeat the Imperial Army.On a life-and-death battlefield, soldiers who can't even hold a long gun in their hands are not qualified to win.

The goddess of victory will never favor cowards!
Da da da--

The vanguard, that is the vanguard of the enemy.

They wore heavy armor, rode on majestic war horses, and their shining spears exuded a terrible cold air, which chilled them from the soles of their feet to the bottom of their hearts.

Morrie's hand trembling with the dagger.

He wanted to control the fear in his heart and give his allegiance to the Queen.

But when the enemy was right in front of him, and the shadow of death fell across the sky, his fear made him take a half step back involuntarily.

This half step made him feel extremely ashamed.

He felt that he had betrayed his oath and faith, but no one did not fear death.Especially for soldiers, meaningless death is not an honor, but a shame.

But he soon discovered that he was not alone.

When the enemy's vanguard came aggressively, the phalanx was in a mess, and everyone wanted to shrink back as much as possible, because they didn't have the courage to face meaningless death.

Before the enemy came, they had already collapsed without fighting.

"Escape! Everyone, run away!"

"We've already lost."

"We cannot defeat the Imperial Army."

Morrie heard a roar in the distance, it was soldiers who were afraid of death and were about to flee early.

In this desperate atmosphere, this call was echoed one after another, causing the defensive formation to completely collapse, and deserters had already appeared.

Morrie understands very well that if they can't even maintain their defensive formation, what will meet them next is a unilateral massacre.

But at this critical moment.

Morrie heard a voice.

This immature voice covered everything in the world, and it was clearly transmitted to their ears——

"Soldiers, please tell me!"

"Please tell me! Why are you backing off?"

"Have you forgotten your oath to Her Majesty the Queen?"

"Or have you forgotten the flag that symbolizes glory on the tower of Saint Laurent?"

"If even you are backing away, who else is there?"

"Who else! Can defend the glory of the dynasty, who else! Can protect the king's life!"

Can't go wrong.

Although the voice was immature, but not angry but powerful, it came from their commander-in-chief.

Morrie turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice——

The rattle is under the banner.

A golden light refracted into his eyes.

It was the last ray of the setting sun, piercing through the clouds, splitting the canyon, and finally falling on the queen's purple and gold crown, reflecting the golden light representing the highest glory.

The afterglow of the setting sun enveloped Shia on the podium.

Dyeing her angelic face sacred and inviolable, at this moment she became the center of the world.

"Female, Your Majesty the Queen?"

"It's Her Majesty the Queen!"

A voice trembling with excitement was roared from his throat, but Morrie found that his roar with all his strength was drowned in the overwhelming roar of the 30 troops.

Dropped weapons are picked up.

The fallen flag was raised high.

The retreating soldiers stopped in their tracks.

……

The soldiers scrambled to stand at the forefront, and their desperate eyes turned into bloodthirsty madness. This army on the verge of collapse regained its morale in less than a minute and became a tiger-wolf army. .

Can't go back!

Never take a step back!
Whether it was Mori or any of the other soldiers, there was an extremely cold and murderous look in their eyes.

Now let alone the [-] Imperial Army standing in front of them, even if the enemy is a million-strong army, they will not take a step back!
Why do you refuse to take a step back in the face of such a powerful enemy?
Because,
Behind them stood an existence that would protect even at the cost of their lives——

Sia Saint Laurent.

That is the only king of the dynasty, and it is a symbol of the glory and dignity of the dynasty.

The glory of the king must be defended with blood, and those who dare to trample on the dignity of the dynasty must pay the price of their lives.

An astonishing aura erupted from every soldier.

They began to advance instead of retreat, and rushed towards the imperial army. They knew that with every step back, the queen would be more dangerous, and with every step forward, the queen would be more safe.

So their belief now is only one——

Fight to the end and never move forward.

(End of this chapter)