I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 140 I Heard About You

At the same time, on the other side, on a higher hill in the battlefield of the Romir Plain, Shaar and Alicia were lying on an old man's sheet, quietly watching the distant battlefield.

In the middle of them, there is a table with a set of tea sets on the table. The tea in the teapot is steaming, and the fragrance of the overflowing tea is refreshing.

It is the smoke and dust splashed by the galloping cavalry in the distance, and the bloody smell that floats with the breeze somewhat affects the senses.

"This cavalry regiment is really amazing." Shaar sighed with burning eyes, "It should be comparable to that Cossack cavalry.

On this plain, they are enough to stop ten.

But unfortunately."

Xia's words paused, "The enemy is ten times more powerful than them."

Alicia looked at the distant battlefield with a little worry. With the third wave of Celtic cavalry attack, there were already many corpses under their feet.

There are enemies, as well as their own, but the endless army of West France is like a downpour, with countless raindrops scattered densely on the ground.

Little by little, the rainwater extinguished the red cavalry who were as red as flames.

But it failed to cool the blood in the hearts of those cavalrymen.

"Victor's army, what do you plan to do?" Alicia asked.

"Perhaps. They are planning to wait for the end of this cavalry." Shaar murmured softly.

"An elite who doesn't obey his orders will be an obstacle to his future plans."

Alicia gritted her teeth and said, "Before the foreign invaders were driven out, he began to think about how to fight a civil war.

For their own selfishness, to entrap these heroes who defend their homes and the country.

With such size and layout, he is not qualified to be an emperor at all! "

"Isabel is already trying her best to mobilize the army." Shaar picked up the teapot on one side and poured himself a cup of tea, then picked it up and took a sip.

"However, the mobilization of troops takes time, in a short period of time."

He looked at Wolfe who was fighting in the enemy's army with a flag in the distance, and murmured softly.

"Just wait and hope."

Wolfe's body was already stained red with blood at this moment, and his eyes were red, and he didn't know whether it was because of the boiling blood or someone else's blood flew into his eyes.

His physical strength has reached the limit, and his breathing is a bit heavy, but even so, he is still holding the flag.

He looked around, seeing his former siblings falling down one after another, and their attacks became weaker and weaker each time.

As their army gradually weakened, the enemy's army also surged in like a tide.

In the past few years since Wolfe became the head of the Knights, he has experienced many wars, large and small, but he has never felt such a sense of powerlessness.

But also as he said.

This battle is a battle that must be lost.

He turned his head and looked at the mountain in the distance. They had tried many times, and that place was definitely where the leader of this army was.

I want to defeat this army and defend the imperial capital.

This is the only chance.

He controlled the horse and quickly distanced himself from the army, and the rest of the cavalry regiment also joined him.

However, there are still some dragoons struggling with those troops.

Looking at the army in the distance, Wolff licked his chapped lips, the smoke from the battlefield blowing the flag on the flag gun in his hand was flying.

The rest of the comrades behind him were more or less injured, and some even had their arms cut off, but they persisted after simply stopping the bleeding.

Their mental and physical strength have reached the limit.

All of them knew that this might be his last charge.

Wolff patted the war horse under him that had followed him for many years.

"Old man, I beg you one last time."

He took a few deep breaths, adjusted his body's functions, and eased the surging emotions in his heart.

Then, he took a breath and roared loudly.

"Knights!"

His eyes sharpened instantly, he raised the flag gun in his hand, pointed it at the distant mountain, and roared with a ferocious expression.

"charge!!!!"

"Applause!!!"

The war horse roared again, and the group of cavalry mustered their last spirit and launched a final charge towards the enemy.

This charge is still full of momentum.

But the follow-up troops from West France had already arrived, and they even bombarded the cavalry array with artillery. Although the speed of the horses was enough to avoid the artillery fire, some were still hit, and the horses were directly bombarded into minced meat.

But soon, the cavalry rushed into the phalanx again.

But unfortunately, the lances in their hands had been discarded, and their impact was limited, and after they formed a circular bayonet formation, they restrained their hussars very much.

They were no longer able to break through the enemy's formation at once like the previous few charges.

But even so, they still tried their best, stepping on the corpses of their companions and rushing towards the distant hills!

But in fact, everyone present knew that the cavalry regiment at this moment wanted to break through layers of defenses and raid the enemy's command camp.

Unless they have made a major mistake, it is absolutely impossible.

But also as Wolf said before.

They express an attitude, a belief.

The purpose of their charge is no longer victory, but their dignity, their glory.

A wolf on the plain will eventually perish on the plain.

The knight on horseback will eventually die on horseback.

Suddenly, the enemy's stray bullets hit Wolfe's horse, and he fell to the ground along with the fallen horse.

Wolfe rolled several times on the ground, and the surrounding West French troops immediately rushed up.

Some Celtic cavalry near him roared furiously when they saw this.

"Captain!"

"Leave me alone!" Wolff roared in response, "Don't stop, charge! This is the last chance!"

With a flag gun in one hand and a saber in the other, he roared and charged directly at the soldiers. With his physical fitness and the length of the flag gun, he killed several soldiers from West France who rushed forward.

But then, he was stabbed in the shoulder by a West French soldier's bayonet because of lack of energy, and fell to the ground staggeringly.

The blood dyed his red clothes more vividly, and his spirit was a little lax and in a trance.

Watching the enemies coming up all around.

Wolfe knew that at this moment, his time had come.

However, from the moment he chose to become a soldier, dying on the battlefield has been his lifelong wish.

Therefore, his mood at the moment is very peaceful.

He relaxed his body, slowly closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.

"Chong!"

Accompanied by the sound of sword blades clashing.

The expected pain did not come, and he opened his eyes with some doubts.

A sword lay across in front of him, blocking all the bayonets.

The blade of the sword exudes a sharp and cold light, and a word is engraved on the body of the sword.

"The one who draws this sword shall be the emperor of all Britannia."

Wolfe's pupils dilated at that moment.

As a knight in charge of guarding the imperial capital, he naturally also knows the legend about the sword in the stone.

He even tried to pull it out not too long ago.

Although he didn't succeed, the appearance of the sword in the stone was deeply engraved in his mind.

His gaze followed the blade upwards, and the familiar gold and gemstone decoration gradually came into view.

Then, he saw the handsome young man holding a sword.

Short fiery red hair, eyes as clear as the sky.

He lifted the sword lightly, and the soldiers of the West Francia were instantly bounced away by a huge force, and then, a flash of sword light flashed past.

There was a bloody mouth on the necks of those people in an instant, and the blood gushed out and fell directly to the ground.

Then, after dealing with these enemies, Arthur looked at Wolfe.

"Your name is Wolf, right?
I've heard of you, Blade of the Empire, Wolf the Red Wolf.

Although it is a very honorable thing to die on the battlefield.

But I think the empire still needs the existence of Ni. "

The boy stretched out his hand to him, showing a hearty and sincere smile, like the sun tearing through the dark clouds, dispelling the fog in his heart
(End of this chapter)