Imperial Crown

It was already noon, but the dense clouds made the Bloody Highlands look particularly cold and solemn.

The early wind swept across the earth, carrying snow foam and sand dust, rustling and whimpering like ghosts crying, but it could not cover up the noise——

Cries of death, curses, swords clashing, corpses falling to the ground, war horses neighing...

These sounds are chaotic but clear. Set off by the low exhalation of the person before death, they form a cruel movement.

The land that should have been white was soaked in blood, melted, and re-condensed into dark red ice. Broken armor, ragged cloth strips, broken blades, damaged limbs, and deformed internal organs were all spread on it, forming this scene. War scroll background.

The battle continues.

The horse thieves who dismounted and fought on foot compressed the Eagle Army to a corner, while the Eagle Army formed a circular formation around the remaining packhorse city wall and carried out the final resistance.

Vesdon was also one of them. His lips were pale, his face was stained with dirty blood, and his expression could not be seen.

He waved the long sword in his hand, which almost turned into an iron bar, to deflect the oncoming attack, and was suddenly hit by a cold arrow. He staggered and was about to fall down.

"Hold on..." Simon's voice sounded from the side, pressing his shoulder against Vesdon's body.

Although he supported Vesdon, Simon himself inevitably showed flaws.

A horse thief saw the opportunity and slashed with a sharp knife, breaking the outer layer of the leather armor on Simon's shoulder and cutting a bloody wound.

Simon frowned slightly and let out a muffled grunt. The long sword in his hand was wrapped with a barely visible light blue fighting spirit and he stepped forward. He wanted to stab the horse thief in the chest, but was knocked down by another horse thief with a sword.

With a clang, the long sword fell to the ground, and at the same time, another horse thief's spear pierced Simon's throat.

You can't hide because there are comrades behind you.

Without any hesitation, Simon raised his arms in front of him.

The gun blade penetrated his arm and exploded with blood, but it was also deflected and stabbed into his shoulder.

The spear was withdrawn and blood gushed out.

Along with the blood, Simon's strength flowed away. If he hadn't been close to Vesdon, he might not even be able to stand still.

"I'm sorry..." Weston struck with a slash, his voice weak and low.

"What?" Simon didn't understand.

Vesdon's voice became lower and lower: "...I shouldn't have hit you at the beginning."

Between life and death, the boundaries between nobles and civilians are no longer clear.

"...I even forgot..." Simon raised a scimitar with his toes and brought it to his hand.

"Really...that's good..." Vesdon looked at the sky in the distance and suddenly thought of home.

"ah--"

There was a scream not far away. Vesdon turned his head and saw that while Mosingan was crushing the head of a horse thief, he was also disemboweled by a sharp scimitar, and his intestines were spilled out.

Even so, Mosingan still cut off the horse thief's head with one sword, roaring and fighting fiercely without retreating.

No one could survive such serious injuries.

Mosingan is dying.

There was a sound of wind in his ears, and Vesdon turned his face and saw the long knife coming towards him.

He wanted to block with his sword, but he couldn't raise his arm anyway.

Finally... are you going to die?

The blade came closer and closer, and then, it stopped on the face.

A hallucination before death?

No, not a hallucination.

The sound of horse hooves reached the ears, and there was a brief pause on the battlefield. Everyone's eyes focused on the direction of the horses' hooves.

On the gloomy land, a thin team of people was galloping towards them. The dark clouds in the sky were fading away, and the sun was chasing after this team of people.

This group of cavalry is getting closer and closer to the battlefield, and the sun is getting closer and closer to this group of cavalry.

Until the darkness subsided and the midday sun shone on the cavalry, the leader tightened the reins and stood up immediately, holding high a dirty head:

"The Sand King is dead!"

Behind him, more than ten people shouted loudly:

"The Sand King is dead!!!"

Eugene, who was fighting with someone, turned around. The moment he saw the head, his pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead, and his heart was shocked.

Heleti... actually... died! ?

He was not the only horse thief who could see this scene.

Fear begins to take root in everyone's heart!

Eugene raised his visor and roared loudly:

"Kill!! Avenge Lord Heleti!!"

Raven's face was expressionless, but cold anger burned in his eyes.

Still resisting? very good!

He is not going to let any of these horse thieves go!

"Jinba camp, Eagle Army, obey orders!"

"Yes! Lord Baron!" Volaf and others responded loudly.

"Here!!!" On the other end, the Eagle Army responded enthusiastically!

"attack--

Leave no one behind! ! ! "

With this order issued, Volav no longer had to suppress the anger in his chest, leveled his sword, and galloped wildly on his horse!

We had known for a long time that the Eagle Army had suffered heavy losses, but the casualties were just simple numbers on the paperwork, but they were a bloody reality in front of us.

He had already seen the traces of the battlefield where the Pioneer Army fought against Helaidi, but he had no time to stop and collect the corpses of his comrades. Now this real battlefield was even more cruel.

There were corpses of the Eagle Army everywhere. Some of them were dead and wounded, but they still maintained their offensive posture. Some fell to the ground, twisted under the trampling of horse hooves, with unwilling expressions on their faces. Some even more , he was obviously fighting to the death, but he still had insulting wounds on his body that seemed like venting his anger!

"kill--"

Volaf jumped into the bandits' formation, and the half-demonized warhorse under his crotch raised its hoof and kicked the bandit's back before he turned around. The bowl-sized horse hoof, with the help of the horseshoe, was like two heavy hammers, stepping two deep pits on the bandit's back armor. As he threw him out, blood and internal organs spurted out of his mouth and nose.

He swung the long sword in his hand and rushed towards the neck of a bandit. The bandit was well prepared and raised his shield to block.

Even though the horse's horsepower was slightly off and his fighting spirit was exhausted, Volaf's sword was full of the weight of anger!

With a click, the sword blade chopped on the shield and shook immediately, and the shield could not withstand the force of the blow at all, cracking a gap and then disintegrating!

"Ah——"

The flying wooden thorns first scratched the bandit's face, and then the long sword that followed stabbed into his back neck.

After a long battle, the sword had begun to become less sharp. It was supposed to be a beheading sword, but it failed to break through the bone interception. Instead, it flew diagonally upward along the horse thief's skull, half tearing and half cutting, causing the flesh of half of the horse thief's head to fly up, and blood was splattered, leaving only half of the bloody skull!

A horse thief next to him saw this scene with his eyes wide open, and his mouth opened and screamed:

"Ugh... Ugh!!!!"

Screaming wildly, he ran away! !

He was already scared crazy! !

With the arrival of reinforcements, the Eagle Army also broke out with a strong will to fight. The frustration of being passively beaten for two consecutive days was finally retaliated at this moment! !

"Go to hell--!!!"

A soldier named Bobby roared with a hideous face, stabbed out a long spear, and stabbed it into the abdomen of the horse thief in front of him!

The horse thief screamed miserably, but he also burst out with his last strength, wielding the scimitar in his hand to cut off the gun barrel, howling and rushing forward!

Bobby didn't feel any fear at all. He picked up a long sword with a notch from the ground and chopped it forward fiercely. With a clang, the swords collided and a large burst of fire burst out. Both sides took a step back at the same time, and then rushed forward madly at the same time!

"Drink, drink, drink!!!"

With his mouth wide open, Bobby roared that almost tore his vocal cords, and the long sword in his hand kept smashing down like a hammer!

After the sixth collision, the swords broke at the same time, and the broken blades soared into the sky. Bobby rushed forward without caring. The broken sword pierced the opponent's throat, bursting a ball of blood, and the horse thief also fell to the ground. Bobby seemed to be unaware and continued to stab frantically until the opponent's head was separated from the body. Then he picked up another weapon and strode forward! !

"Kill——"

The shouts of killing were soon drowned in the battlefield, but the reckoning of the horse thieves had not stopped.

Link wielded the enchanted half-sword and cut off the shoulder of the horse thief in front of him. Blood flew, and before Link could stop, a spear stabbed from the right. Link turned around as if he didn't see it, and let the spear tip pierce his shoulder.

The spear broke through the leather armor and penetrated the flesh. The slight pain made Link's face become particularly hideous. He held the spear with his left hand, and the raging fire and fighting spirit ignited the spear in an instant. The flames spread all the way and wrapped the horse thief in it.

A shrill howl broke out from the horse thief's mouth, but he was immediately stabbed in the mouth by a sword and ended his life!

"Come on——!!!"

Link pulled out the spear on his shoulder and roared to the sky, like the cry of a wounded beast.

The Eagle Army and the personal soldiers attacked from both sides, causing the already low morale horse thieves to quickly fall into a rout, and Nancy and Margaret also showed their skills.

Nancy no longer chanted large-scale killing spells, and occasionally used fireballs, which would fall on the most critical nodes.

Margaret was even more comfortable in this environment. She didn't have to do too much. She just needed to mobilize her curse power to turn into crows to distract the horse thieves who were extremely nervous, and they would naturally be torn apart by the angry Eagle Army.

The battle soon came to an end.

The horse thieves left a pile of corpses, but they were not completely annihilated. Some of them jumped on their horses and escaped the pursuit of the personal soldiers and fled far away.

"Don't chase the desperate enemy." Raven rode his horse to the formation, shook off the blood on the blade of the rapier, and said seriously: "Clean up the battlefield immediately and treat the wounded!"

"Yes, sir!" Simon bowed and retreated with a pale face.

"Brother!" Weisdong came over, raised his visor, with a smile on his face, and his voice was a little nervous and proud: "I... We succeeded!"

When he saw Weisdong, Raven was stunned for a moment, and then showed a gentle smile: "Well done, your mother will be proud of you."

"Yeah!" Weisdong's eyes suddenly turned red, and he nodded heavily: "Brother, I thought I would never see you again..."

"It's all over." Raven's voice was full of sighs, and he gently patted his shoulder.

At this moment, a shrill cry came.

"Mosingan——!" It was Volaf's voice, and there was even a hint of crying in his trembling tone.

Raven quickened his pace and walked over, his face tightened.

At this time, Mosingan was lying in Volaf's arms, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, his face was sallow, and his breathing was weak.

The most horrifying thing was his stomach, which was cut open horizontally with a large wound. The skin and flesh were rolled up, revealing yellow fat. His colorful intestines were exposed and kept wriggling with his breathing.

Volaf held Mosingan's shoulders, his body trembling. He wanted to wake Mosingan up, but he didn't know how to do it.

Waves of memories came to his mind.

He and Mosingan joined the army at the same time, trained together, and competed with each other. The formation, the use of guns, the formation, and even eating were all their competitions.

After the Anderson War, the two of them went from being competitors to close comrades.

After the war, everyone went to the Pink Mansion for fun. The two of them drank too much and couldn't find a toilet, so they relieved themselves at the door.

Afterwards, they were fined dozens of copper coins. They emptied their pockets but still had nothing. In the end, it was Chief Eric who paid to fill the hole.

Later, Simon left and Mosingan took his place. The two did not meet so often, but their relationship was still harmonious. They even said that they would be in-laws in the future.

All this seemed to be yesterday.

"Wake up, brother, wake up...!"

As if he heard Volaf's call, Mosingan's body suddenly trembled, vomited blood foam, and finally opened his eyes with difficulty, but his eyes were out of focus, and his palms kept groping.

Volaf grabbed his palm.

Mosingan's arm exerted force, but he couldn't sit up. More blood foam came out of his mouth, and he stammered as if he wanted to say something.

Volaf quickly lowered his head and put his ear close to hear Mosingan's weak voice:

"Take me... home..."

Tears instantly blurred Volaf's eyes, he tightly grasped Mosingan's palm, and cried:

"Okay...!"

"Volaf." Raven's voice sounded.

"Here, Baron!" Volaf raised his head and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, but left blood marks on his face.

"Wash your hands with beer first, and stuff his intestines back." Raven put the water bag on his waist and a healing potion on the ground: "Then give him the healing potion."

"The rest depends on him."

I thought Mosing Gan was dead, but I didn't expect there was still a chance to survive. Volaf showed a hint of surprise on his face, nodded heavily, and began to treat Mosing Gan's wounds according to Raven's instructions.

After a set of procedures, Mosing Gan's waxy yellow face had a hint of blood. Although his breathing was weak, it was stable. However, he had a high fever and didn't know if he could hold on.

The work of cleaning the battlefield gradually came to an end.

Raven stood in the position, without much joy of victory on his face.

When they set out, there were 127 people, but now, even if the seriously injured were counted, there were less than 50 people left.

Nearly 60% of the casualties!

After counting all the people, Raven found that there was still one person missing, and his heart sank: "Where is Eric?"

"Baron, Commander Eric... went after Eugene!" Link, who was wrapped in bandages, stepped forward: "Commander Eric said that if this man doesn't die and is used by other horse thieves, he will definitely become a big problem for the Eagle Army!"

Raven nodded slowly. He could understand Eric's decision. Eugene was born in the Iron Legion and received professional military training. If he learned the tactics used by the Eagle Army in this battle, it would be a big trouble.

"Rest in place for two hours." Raven ordered: "After two hours, whether Eric comes back or not, set off immediately!"

At the same time, in the wind and snow, two horses chased each other one after the other.

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