From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 398 Undefeated
On the curtain.

In the center of the movie screen from a bird's-eye view, two lines of white subtitles slowly appeared:
"Dawn 978 AD, Dora Kingdom."

"King Augustus Cline died of illness, and all 203 city-states in the country mourned together."

Gillan looked at the subtitles and narrowed his eyes.

The story happened a thousand years ago...

'This Dora Kingdom should be the predecessor of the Western Kingdoms and the ancestor of the Fosaka Kingdom.'

Gillan recalled the world history he knew and soon learned the historical background of the film.

The ancient Dora civilization is a branch of the ancient Hiru civilization.

So to some extent, the Kingdom of Fossaka is actually a "distant relative" of the Bremen Empire.

Ancient Xilu originated in the Middle Earth of the continent, and was one of the two major civilizations along with Ancient Rome (the ancestor of the Owena Federation) in the east. As time went by, the two sides fought and merged with each other, splitting and combining, thus giving rise to many branch civilizations.

Gudoro is one of them.

As the resources and territory of Middle-earth were occupied by the Hiru people, they were forced to migrate westward until they completely took root in the western desert and thrived.

Among them, the Dora Kingdom is an important symbol of civilization.

This country practices a city-state system, and both the royal family and the capital are named "Klein", which means "warrior's glory".

And as far as Gillan knows, the dawn of the year 1000 AD was a critical turning point.

The era of city-state warfare came to an end, and a king stood up, unified the west, and established the Stuttgart Empire.

"So, there are still more than 20 years until the fall of the Dora Kingdom in the movie..."

Gilan thought to himself, his consciousness following his sight, all drawn into the movie scenes.

Wow.

He just blinked and his mind was blurry for a moment.

I could hear fierce shouts and the clanging sound of metal clashing.

Ding-ding-ding-ding! !
Gillan smelled a strong smell of blood.

His eyes focused and his vision returned to normal.

After looking around, I found myself on a chaotic battlefield.

There were soldiers all around, all dressed very similarly, all wearing spiked iron helmets, metal breastplates, and leather greaves.

The soldiers either held copper-inlaid round shields and iron spears, or dual-wielded shield-breaking curved swords (a sickle-shaped weapon that could bypass the shield and attack the enemy's head and neck).

When Jilan saw that he was holding a broad-bladed sword in his hand and the armor on his body was thicker and more delicate, he guessed that the role he was "weakly substituting" this time was a military general.

"kill!"

"Klein's captain is here! Kill him!"

"over there!"

Jilan suddenly heard some rough shouts in the Gudoro language.

He withdrew his thoughts and turned his head to look.

Then he noticed three or four bearded soldiers with red eyes, holding spears and shields, rushing towards him quickly.

call out!
As the soldiers charged forward, several spears mercilessly stabbed his head, throat and chest.

Jilan was not wearing a helmet. He took a step back and easily avoided the siege of these soldiers. His long hair with a golden and red gradient fluttered in the air, which was quite eye-catching.

The 10-pound broadsword in his hand swept out as light as a feather, making a sharp scream.

wow——

This casual sword move contains the killer move "Trace of Meteor" from the secret sword technique "Sword of the Universe: Stars".

There was a flash of sword light, bursting out with shining silver light.

The silver light exploded like a sea urchin, splitting into dozens of sword winds. In just a blink of an eye, the four soldiers were chopped into pieces.

Their shields, as well as the metal armor and helmets on their bodies, were as brittle as thin paper and were easily cut through by Gilan along with their flesh.

With a few hissing sounds, a blood mist exploded.

Only the wreckage was left.

Jilan put away his sword and stood up. He did not take the initiative to attack, but stood there observing the situation around him.

Perhaps it was because the force he displayed was too powerful, the soldiers on both sides deliberately stayed away and did not take the initiative to approach him.

"I am a general of the Dora Kingdom, and I am fighting against a rebellious city-state alliance..."

Jilan thought to himself as he scanned the battlefield.

He also discovered something unusual.

That is the comprehensive combat power of our own soldiers, which is obviously much stronger and can often fight one against two or even more.

"The physical fitness of the Dora soldiers has almost reached the "instructor level" in the real empire, and one tenth of them are even "master level"..."

Gillan was a little surprised.

"As expected, this is a country of warriors."

On the battlefield, the number of soldiers on both sides added up to thousands. With such a large base, there are still so many "teachers" and "masters", which shows that the overall military strength of the Dora Kingdom is not bad.

At this time, footsteps were heard behind me.

Jilan turned around and saw eight or nine young men wearing light armor and holding short swords rushing towards him.

"Master, are you okay?!"

"Here is water and healing cloth. Master, do you need anything?"

Gillan did not answer.

He had a blank expression on his face as he silently examined these young men who called him "Master".

The "Guide Tips" were passively turned on, and corresponding colored entries appeared above the heads of these people.

"Pablo Tuli."

"Male, seventeen years old."

"A third-class citizen of the Doro Kingdom, serving in the military for life, serving as a battlefield attendant to Gillan Iros, the deputy commander of the First Corps. The master dies and the servant dies."

The descriptions of the other people were similar.

The Kingdom of Duoluo was a typical militaristic country that implemented a citizen militia system. Once born, people would serve as soldiers for life, fighting for the kingdom and dying for glory.

When the Duoluo people are still infants, they are all sent to the "Scar Cathedral" for baptism and examination. The strong ones are allowed to be raised, while the weak ones will be abandoned.

In short, don't raise waste.

When they are seven years old, they will receive unified training.

The children of the Duoluo people are required to undergo training in weighted running, boxing, iron ball throwing, javelin throwing, etc., and they only learn a few cultural subjects.

At the age of sixteen, he received formal military training, was taught various fighting skills, and used body-building techniques to improve his physique. He also participated in the war as a battlefield attendant.

Those who perform well will be recruited as regular soldiers in advance.

During military training, soldiers are not allowed to return home without permission, and are instilled with a strong sense of soldier honor.

If one is extremely strong or lucky enough to live to the age of 60 in such high-intensity battles, he will receive a medal from the king, retire to his hometown and spend his old age in peace.

This is a war country where force and honor are above all else, bloody and solemn.

"Give me some water." Jilan said softly.

"Yes, Master."

A servant quickly took out a cowhide water bag, uncorked it, and handed it over. Several others were very considerate and took out cloth to wipe Jilan's sweat.

This is how Gillan is treated as a deputy captain.

"How is the battle situation in other areas?"

Jilan took a sip of water and asked casually.

One of the young attendants with a brown mushroom head quickly replied:

"Captain Tessell has already killed most of the enemy..."

'Twissell?'

Jilan muttered the name in his heart.

He nodded immediately and said to the servants:
"Well, I see."

He glanced around and saw that one of the enemy leaders seemed to know that he was doomed to fail. With blood all over his face, he shouted loudly and called on his comrades around him. Then, with red eyes and spears raised high, he led his team to charge towards Jilan without hesitation.

"Fight to the death?" Jilan sighed.

He gently pushed away the people who were wiping his sweat, and walked forward fearlessly with a broad-bladed sword in hand.

The enemy troops were extremely obedient and gathered hundreds of people in a short period of time, trying to kill Ji Lan, the deputy captain.

But Gilan strode forward, alone with a sword.

The surrounding Doro soldiers and the attendants behind him actually scrambled to surround and surround Jilan, charging forward together.

When had Jilan ever seen such a situation?

He was slightly startled.

Immediately, he grinned, turned on the "Crazy Owl State", and stomped his feet.

Bang! !

His figure flashed a blurry trajectory, and he rushed into the enemy group with a broad-bladed sword in hand.

In an instant, the dull sound of sharp blades cutting through armor and shields, and the sound of flesh being torn apart, could be heard continuously.

The silver sword flashed, and blood and body parts splattered.

"Doro warrior! Follow me to kill the enemy!"

Gilan's voice echoed throughout the battlefield.

The morale of our army was greatly boosted.

...

...

It was dusk and the sky was scarlet.

It was like the blood on the battlefield, evaporating into the sky and contaminating it. The bloody smell in the air was as real as a substance, making people feel sick.

Jilan stood in the middle of a pile of corpses on the battlefield, holding a sword, his body covered in blood.

His "mad owl state" continued for several hours, but it still did not subside.

And Gillan hadn't even felt tired yet.

The surviving Doro soldiers around him all looked at him with awe and fanaticism.

"Fighter! Fighter!"

"Gillian Klein!!"

The soldiers shouted and yelled in unison.

Gilan looked calm as he looked around and wiped the blood off his cheek.

Soon, another Dora army of thousands of people came like a long dragon from the dirt road in the east.

Almost all of these people were covered in blood and looked murderous.

The leader was a man with slightly dark skin, handsome features and thick eyebrows. He had short blond hair and looked to be in his thirties. He wore a long robe draped over his shoulders, revealing half of his well-defined muscles.

This man seemed to have a terrible power hidden in his body, and he always exuded a dangerous aura.

Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, Jilan could still feel a strong sense of oppression from the opponent.

"That man is not simple..."

Jilan's eyes narrowed and he thought to himself.

Through spiritual observation, based solely on the degree and color of the other party's spiritual glow, he could only roughly determine that the other party was a senior 5th-level Jiushi.

As for the specific path and original nature, it is not clear at the moment.

When the two armies met, the thick-browed man in the lead dismounted, strode up to Gilan, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"Good job, Gillan."

The voice of the man with thick eyebrows is very attractive and sounds quite pleasant.

Gillan's "guidance prompt" took effect, revealing the man's information:
"Twissell Eugene."

"Male, 33 years old."

"The illegitimate son of Augustus Klein, King of Doro. He was born weak and failed to pass the selection of the high priest of the 'Scar Cathedral'. He was abandoned in the valley. He was later found by the priest Filippo Eugene, who raised him privately."

"Through extremely strong force, Twissell returned to the kingdom and became the commander of the First Legion. He fought in many battles and never lost a single one."

He is also the leader of a legion that has never been defeated.

Gillan looked at Twissell and couldn't help but think of the leader of the Healing Knights, William Gerard.

Anyone who can be praised like this must be extraordinary.

Considering the name of the real film, which is "The Unbeatable Legend", Gillan guessed that the other party might be the protagonist of the plot.

"Captain Tessell." Gillan touched his chest and saluted, then lowered his head and said to the man with thick eyebrows.

“No need to be so polite.” Twissell waved his hand.

He turned his head and looked at the battlefield littered with corpses. He was silent for a few seconds and sighed:
"These were originally warriors from our Dora Kingdom, our compatriots... but because of the rebellion of the city-state, they were forced to participate in this struggle that should not have happened."

Twissell shook his head, sounding regretful.

"The Northern Barbarians and the Sea Barbarians occupy the northern and western coastlines respectively, eyeing us covetously. Now there are frequent rebellions within the kingdom... I am very worried about this."

Jilan got some information from his words and nodded secretly.

At this time, a cavalryman came over in a hurry, whipping the reins frantically.

As soon as he got off his horse, his legs went weak and he shouted in a trembling voice:
"Captain Tessell! Deputy Captain Gillan! Urgent news from the capital of Klein - the kingdom and the rebels have reached an honor agreement and temporarily ceased fighting. The First Corps will return immediately!"

"Hmm?" Twissell frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

"His Majesty Augustus...died of illness."

"His Highness Prince Trevor Klein is about to ascend the throne. Please ask the two captains to lead the team back to the capital to watch the ceremony."

"Your Majesty is sick and dead?!"

Tsai's pupils shrank and he murmured in disbelief.

Gillan was standing next to him and keenly caught the hint of sadness that flashed across his eyes.

The Doro soldiers present were in an uproar upon hearing the news.

King Augustus Klein holds the supreme position in the Kingdom of Doro and is deeply loved by the people.

The news of his death directly led to a sharp drop in the morale of the First Corps, and many soldiers even had tears in their eyes.

"Klein!" Tsaiel suddenly clenched his fist, raised it high and shouted.

The sound was loud and resounding, echoing across the blood-stained battlefield and scaring away birds from the distant woods.

The soldiers were startled, then they all clenched their fists and raised them high, shouting in unison:
“Klein!!”

"The honor belongs to His Majesty. May his spirit still serve under the God of War, and continue to fight with the Sky Chariot, never to be defeated!"

Twissell roared.

"Never defeated!!" the soldiers followed and shouted.

"First Corps, listen to my orders!" Tsaiel looked around coldly, took the spear handed to him by the attendant, jumped on his horse, raised his spear and shouted, "Return to the capital!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers agreed.

Suddenly, the entire corps operated in an orderly manner. After a simple inventory of the battlefield, they formed a long team and headed northeast.

As the deputy captain of the corps, Jilan also has a mount.

He rode side by side with Twissell, quietly observing him using his "guiding cues."

Through the colorful, crooked handwriting, Gilan once again obtained more information.

"… (scratch)"

"Twissell Eugene."

"Shell Sword Spiral, March 'Gladiator' Path, 5th Level Element 'Monster'."

"...(Scratches), ascended to heaven in the future and became the March Apostle 'Unbeatable'."

(End of this chapter)