My Heroic Life

No one spoke at the top of the city for a while, a strong smell of blood lingered on everyone's nose, and the dripping sound of the black and red liquid flowing down the top of the city was particularly obvious.

To the limit.

This was the voice of the exhausted British defenders at this time.

The number of enemies is really too much, the disparity even closes the gap between the heroic spirits, victory is almost impossible, but even so, they have not complained or flinched during the fights.

Because of the king who has been swinging his sword on the front line.

Leading the soldiers, beautiful and noble, her short body has withstood the pressure of hundreds of enemies, her holy sword is brandishing for the soldiers behind her, and how can these warriors who have experienced battles not follow ?

The blood-stained soldiers looked at each other with a free and easy smile. Such a king would not regret his death.

Outside the city wall, the chasing horn sounded again, urging the demons and ghosts to advance.

There was no need to organize, one by one the British defenders stood up again amid the sound of the enemy's horns, they picked up their weapons, and there was more death in their plain eyes.

The horizon in the east gradually turned white, the night of endless killings was about to pass, and the time had come to dawn, and the black armor rushed into Urn City again. After the endless stormtroopers were countless troops, the British soldiers looked at the enemy and sighed. Now, they might not see the sun tomorrow.

However, what happened next told them that the sun on the horizon could not be reached, but the sun in Britain could rise in advance to bring them light and victory.

A little golden light shone in the east, emitting light and heat comparable to the sun.

The radioactive light descended from the sky from far to near, bombarding the surging ground of the Kuroshio.

Above the city wall, the soldiers with death-eyed eyes stared at the enemy army in the radiance and flames. There was silence for a long time before the cheers resounded like an explosion.

From north to south, the two urn cities were surrounded by walls. Different fighters thought of it together. They were all calling the same word and the same name.

sun!

Gao Wen!

Chapter 88 Gather!(5/5)

Light and flame raged in the black tide, and the soldiers of Britain cheered.

The warmth came, the haze of death in my heart was dispelled, and the courage and hope were growing.

"Look there!"

"East! East!"

The soldiers on the observation platform roared and pointed to the east. The soldiers on the wall looked far and found that rows of soldiers were climbing over the hills near the twinkling light, and the battle flag of Britain was flying in the wind.

"Reinforcement!"

"Gao Wenqing's Knights!"

"Wait, finally waited!"

His numb arm seemed to have regained strength. Steve wiped his eyes that were moistened with excitement, and re-held the spear next to him. He looked around and found that the surviving colleagues were also full of tears. .

Yes, if you can live, who really wants to die?

Hometown, mother, lover, so much worry about the distance, the heart of the brave and fearless warrior is not necessarily as hard as steel.

He looked at the plain, the formation of the Black Armored Army that had just been bombed by the treasure was scattered, and on the eastern slope, Gao Wenqing's Knights were also lining up over the mountain.

Both sides are defending the weakest joint at this time. Either side will have a great advantage to complete the formation first. The balance of victory seems to be vacillating between the two.

They must be disturbed!

Steve thought so reflexively, and the apostle's shout confirmed his thoughts.

"Bite them tight!"

"Buy time for Gao Wenqing!"

No organization, no motivation, exhausted soldiers, surviving wounded, doctors with no cure, and all the people who can move in the camp rushed to the walls on both sides at the same time.

"charge!"

The British trombone sounded, and the brave warriors stepped on the enemy's corpse hill from the city wall and rushed down, squeezing their last strength and rushing towards the enemy.

It is just before dawn, whether it is the sky or the battlefield, as long as the most difficult time is passed, light and victory will come.

However, the world is always unsatisfactory, and the will on the battlefield is of course important, but what needs to be tested most is strength.

There are too many enemies.

What is the number of Black Armies?I'm afraid no one knows that the army that stretches to the end of the line of sight is still close to 100,000 even after a night of wear and tear and multiple bombardments of treasures, and the total of the two British forces is less than 40,000.

Plain field battle, more than twice the gap, this is almost an unsolvable problem.

After the initial chaos, the Black Armored Army, which had no morale influence, finally regained its command system. The huge army was divided into two parts. One part fought fiercely with the defenders led by Altria, and the other formed an emergency formation to meet Gawain's army.

Although Gawain’s army was the first to charge with the help of friendly forces, after the initial momentum, it was quickly dragged down by the number of enemies. After the rapid march, they came from a long distance without sufficient physical strength, and the charge became unstoppable. It's getting weaker.

Gao Wen made a violent hack, and the black armored generals whose strength was comparable to that of the lower heroes were out of balance, and then slammed on the ground. The dense and unbelievable flesh was like a heavy tank, powerful shoulders against the black armored generals. In front of his chest, black blood sprayed from the sunken chest, and the black armored generals fell into the distance like rags.

He shook the black mud-like blood on his right shoulder and looked anxiously in the direction of the camp. The king's army was fighting with the enemy, but Gawain's knights could hardly penetrate the enemy's army and rushed forward.

Not enough impact!

Gawain looked at the countless layers of enemy troops in front of him, and then at the soldiers behind him gritting their teeth and charging. He understood that the soldiers who had marched for two consecutive nights were on the verge of exhaustion.

How to do?

The day has not yet dawned, and the sun has not risen, and the physical defenses are still unable to ignore the countless swords. Even Gawain, rushing into the enemy's army alone is a life of nine deaths.

He looked in the direction of the king again, and the flag representing the British royal family was fluttering from side to side. It seemed to be shaky. He loosened his frown, his face calmed down and his heart was determined.

The king whom he swore allegiance is right in front of him. The warriors of Britain are trapped in a siege in order to create opportunities for them. This situation is in sight. Why should he hesitate?

How can a knight cherish his life!

The power of the sun in the hilt of the sword began to gather, and there was an extra layer of warmth in his breath. In this dark night, the Knight of the Round Table Gawain was about to start charging.

It's a pity that Destiny seems to especially love this noble knight. The soldiers' exclamation stopped him. He was taken aback and looked up to the west that the adjutant was pointing at. The heroic spirit's superb visual ability made him discover that the west was a little strange.

"That's... Bedwell!"

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Steve wiped the black blood splattered around his eyes, looked up to the west, and his eyes went dark, almost unable to stand.

cavalry!That's it!