My Heroic Life

"Oh! The morale is good, well, follow me and smash those black cans!"

Mordred had long been put down by Lancelot, a red and white dragon armor gleaming fiercely in the moonlight, she leaned forward and smashed into the enemy's position like a cannonball, and Claurent opened wide in her hand. Dahe, cut off the Black Armored Army with weapons.

The rough style of play seemed to interpret the aesthetics of violence. She slashed the enemy with one hand with one hand, and smashed the enemy’s helmet and head with her free left hand with a fist, covered with splashing black mud-like blood. After removing her armor, she shook her hand and lifted the corpse of the horse on the ground as a weapon.

The huge force took the horses out in a circle, and the black armored sergeants close to Mordred were knocked up and flew, and then the breastplate sank to the ground, and the black crowd cleared a clear space with her as the center.

The activity of Mordred drove the entire British army. The soldiers roared and rushed to the gap made by Mordred, and the formation of the Black Army in front of the camp was gradually divided into two.

If Mordred is the commander who charges, then Lancelot is an unstoppable warrior. The first knight in the martial arts crowned the round table with his amazing skills to complete the feat of taking the first rank of the enemy generals in the army. .

His strong equestrian skills allowed him to flexibly avoid the black armored soldiers who came after him. He dashed from left to right and crossed the blockade one after another. The scattered black armored cavalry charged towards him, passing by. But they have become the dead souls under his sword.

The holy sword shining with the light of the lake was turned over in his hand, and the knight of the lake was like a drop of crystal lake water, slowly flowing through the mud that cleaned the dirt, no matter how tight the defense around the black armored generals, he only needs a sword, the magic of compression A long line was drawn in the direction of the chopping, and the enemy leader was killed by him along with his entourage.

And the leader of this battle, the king of the British Knights, Altria, who was always victorious, pierced the enemy’s formation like a sharp knife. She did not stand in front of the soldiers like Mordred, nor did she look like Lancelot played the same beheading action, and the blond king rushed to the side hillside with his horse.

She is looking for a good terrain.

Stopped the horses and dropped their horsebacks, Altria stepped on the grass and looked down at the battlefield. Under the moonlight, the battle outside the camp had heated up. The British Army was encircling the Black Armor, and the servants of Vottigung In fighting hard, the sound of fighting was still clear and audible several miles away.

The Knight King looked at Mordred, who was making a fuss, and understood that victory was only a matter of time. She cast her gaze on the black armour in the distance, and that was the reason for her presence.

Perhaps it was because of the return of Altria and others, and the heroic spirits joined the battlefield. Perhaps it was because the British Army's victory was expected to counterattack. Regardless of the reason, only one thing is certain, that is, the dolls of the Under King were obviously stimulated and are gaining momentum. Fight back.

The black border in the distance surging ceaselessly, a cavalry team gradually separated from the huge black tide, they gathered together to form a cavalry army, ready to quickly support the battle in front of the camp.

The horse whip was raised, the horse's hoof hit the ground, and the black cavalry team marched quickly. The time on the battlefield determines the victory. This is the truth that these little brains also understand.

Altria looked down at these life-destroying creatures and silently calculated the angle and distance. She raised her sword to liberate the enchantment of the wind, and golden light and dust began to drift around her.

Although the enemy is not strong, and although there is a suspicion of making a fuss, Altria feels that the soldiers who have persisted until this time in order to lose the hero should release this morale boost.

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Mordred was unparalleled in the heart of the enemy. The sword of the Black Armored Army could not break the defense of the armor made by Morgan, while the king's sword, Clarent, was unstoppable sharp.

As for tactics, Mordred has always advocated blind Jill. No, it is the center of blooming, although the team responsible for blooming has never been alone.

She pierced an enemy with a single sword, and without closing the sword, the sharp tip of the sword made a chuckle, and two more corpses were hung on Claorent's sword. She smiled fiercely. , Swinging the sword to the crowded place, the three of them were used as artillery shells again by her, smashing a piece of black armor.

She was about to move, and suddenly stopped alertly, leaned over and pressed her hand on the trembling ground under her feet, and then slapped her tongue towards the black armour in the distance.

"Cut, Cavalry."

Mordred was not the only one who discovered this situation. The experienced apostle chiefs who had experienced many battles immediately noticed the approach of the cavalry. They discerned the direction, and then shouted.

"Cavalry! Cavalry!"

"True north!"

The faces of the surviving apostles changed drastically, but the recruits did not know what they were saying.

"This is a melee, what use is the enemy's cavalry?"

"They don't care about this kind of melee! The tighter they are, the faster they die! Retreat! Back to the camp!"

"Quick! Quick!"

The battle that had prevailed was one of the stops. The British Army gritted their teeth, but they could only shrink back and let this great opportunity slip through their hands.

"Wait, is that?"

In the hurried retreat, a soldier suddenly pointed to a luminous highland in the northwest and called out. More people looked at the distant hill and stopped slowly.

"That is... the king's holy sword!"

The exclamation was blurted out, and the light had hit the ground.

Chapter 86 Ocean and Reef (3/5)

The Holy Sword of Liberation swept across the plain below, and the black current of the Black Armored Army's supporting troops was buried in the light.

The British soldiers outside the camp stopped. The performance of the veterans was fairly calm, while the recruits looked at the brilliance in front of them in awe.

"This is the king's holy sword!"

"How about the cavalry?"

"It's spectacular."

Various reactions appeared in the crowd, and some even worried about the power of the holy sword, but waiting for the flood of light to dissipate, the empty ground and the scorched earth all showed one point-holy sword The power is powerful and unmatched.

"Hey! When will you be stunned?"

Mordred spoke to break the silence, and there was a cheer that followed. The apostles who were about to retreat clenched their weapons again, shouting the name of the king with excitement, and slammed into the black under the leadership of their respective officers. First Army.

"Long live the Knight King!"

"For Britain!"

"Fight back! Fight back!"

In the floating light and dust, the morale of the British Army outside the camp was like a rainbow for the first time since the war began. Adrenaline was secreted at a rapid rate after witnessing the miracle called the treasure, and the fearless fighters exerted far more than usual fighting power.

Altria panted slightly, the liberation of the holy sword consumed a lot of her magic power. She looked at the two armies that were fighting together again below, returned to her horse, and started an assault against the enemy's back formation.

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Steve sat down again with his back leaning against the corner of the camp, but this time his emotions were quite different from the past despair and helplessness. He pulled off the bottle cap and poured water into his mouth. There was only a little water bottle left. He was heroic. The remaining water was poured on the top of his head.

Excited and exhausted soldiers like him are all over the camp. Most of them are covered with black silt-like blood, but they are all supplying with more or less excitement.

The battle was finally won.

This is probably the voice of the British defenders.

Victory is like wine, allowing them to forget the sacrifices of their comrades in arms and their own pains. As long as they can win, everything they lost before has meaning.

Of course, they did not forget who brought them the victory. The leaders of the various teams were gathering together, flocking the king and his knights into the chamber in the center to discuss the next strategic policy after the victory.

Altria looked at the middle-ranking officers who had lost a lot of familiar faces, and felt a little uncomfortable, but the short self-blame was immediately replaced by the king’s majesty. She sat quietly on the seat in the center at the end of the big tent. , Began to listen to the losses of various departments.

Most of the officers' speeches were concise and concise. After ten minutes, they gave a general idea. Altria remained silent after listening to everyone's reports. The damage to the personnel was indeed beyond her expectation.

Ironically, without the guardianship of the heroic spirits, the British defenders were able to hold on to this day, and they were actually camps set up by Morgan.

Although the witch didn't care about Britain, she didn't want Vodikeng to take advantage, so she left this strong and self-repairing camp to protect the British defenders.