She Is Not a Witch

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The big drums on the side of the battlefield were hammering, and the vibrating drum sound seemed to be hammering into everyone's hearts. Soldiers from the two sides fought fiercely on the main road in the valley about a kilometer wide. Shouting to kill the sky.

The formation of the Black Rock army, led by the heavy sword of the wild front, burst into high morale, and for a while, it pushed back the front line, causing the garrison on the Crancia side to retreat more than ten meters.

Since the outbreak of the war in the South, most of the original garrison of the Nieder County has been transferred to New Wilga. At this time, nearly half of the garrisons on the border are recruits who have enlisted in the army in recent months. Although they have received sufficient training, the actual combat experience is not enough. Slightly insufficient. Even though there is an extraordinary resonance here, a faint golden light appears on the armor, but it is still at a disadvantage, but it is no longer so easy to be split by the enemy.

The commander of Crancia in the rear frowned and looked at the battlefield ahead solemnly. As a veteran and officer who has experienced battles in the west wind, he naturally knew the disadvantages at the moment.

But this is the case with war, not every time it will prevail, and the battle against the wind still has to continue. Even if one party is annihilated, the other party will have to pay the corresponding price.

Sometimes sacrifice is almost inevitable, but it cannot be worthless.

After calculating each other's strength and physical exertion in his mind, he also had a general understanding in his heart.

"After I go up, if I die on the battlefield, you will continue to command and support the arrival of reinforcements to the rear. This is the main road to the several towns in the rear, and you must not give up easily."

After speaking, he handed the badge and military order to the adjutant on the side, drew the long sword from his waist, pointed at the sky, and shouted.

"Go ahead, Crancia!"

As he rode his horse down the hillside, the ten guard knights behind him also charged. They held up their shields to resist the zero-scattered lead bullets in the air, and then slowly lowered the lances in their hands and aimed them at it. The front line exposing the gap continues to accelerate.

"Sir..." The adjutant on the side stared blankly at the figure charging in the stream of arrows and the flames.

The horseshoe stepped on the dry hillside land baked by the sun, and lifted up like a puddle of sand, gravel and soil. As the high-ranking officer approached, his body also bloomed with fierce magic resonance. Although only the strength of Sequence 6 of War, in the newly established Crancia, it is also a rare little genius.

As the commander personally took the lead in the charge, the morale on Crancia's side was also shocked, and the soldiers who were fighting in front of them burst into fearless fighting spirit.

What regrets and fears do I have to have such a brave and fearless boss? The swords in his hands were also opened and closed, even if he was injured and died, he would have to give the opponent a fatal blow.

The line of Crancia was like boiling water, surging fiercely, the faces covered with blood and dust, roaring ferociously, constantly resisting the attack of the Principality of Black Rock.

Gold and iron cried, armor collided, knives and guns pierced into the flesh, and the screams of death were endless.

Suddenly, a heavy and narrow blade swept past, and under its swing, it made a roaring sound on the battlefield, smashing a group of spears and shields directly, breaking the spears and shattered iron, and letting a bit of Crancia fly. Dense and painful blood blossoms appeared on the soldiers of his.

This epee warrior from Black Rock was waving his weapons on the battlefield, torturing the enemy like breaking porcelain.

The commander on the side of Crancia also continued to speed up the riding, and the long sword in his hand began to show the slightest light of wandering.

Like a galloping chariot, he directly collided with the epee Temura, and the long sword in his hand carried the force of the impact straight towards the opponent, completely ignoring the defense.

The armor shattered, the sword broke, and the violent counter-shock made his arm almost dislocated. But it was a pity that the opponent was just shattered armor, not hurting his bones. There is a huge gap between Sequence 7 and Sequence 6, and the opponent is not alone. The confrontation still failed to reverse the situation.

A sturdy armour-covered left hand stretched out, directly pinched the officer’s neck, and slowly lifted it up. Tamura waved the epee in his hand and directly split the several guard knights who had come to rescue. It rises like a fountain.

"It's really interesting. You know, you are like a weak bug in my eyes." Tamura enjoys the moment of insulting the enemy, as if this is the greatest joy of his life.

In the middle of the battle between the two armies, seeing the commander on his side being lifted up by the other side, his limbs were constantly struggling, his face turned purple, his breathing gradually stopped, and the soldier on the side of Crancia raised a wave of nameless anger and sorrow.

"Hahaha—that's it. Let me appreciate your ugliness." Tamura laughed wanton, venting his recent sulking, and the commander in his hand was struggling less and less, and finally like He died in general, with his limbs hanging down slowly.

The battle in the valley seems to be gradually coming to an end. Although the Crancia side is still resisting, with the continuous casualties of our own personnel, the formation is gradually being overwhelmed by the opponent.

In this blocking battle, Black Rock has invested about 20,000 elites, while there are about 8,000 garrisons on the Crancia side. Although the casualty ratio is not much different, under such a disadvantage, maintaining such a record can also enable many other countries. The general is proud.

And just as everyone was desperate, a sharp whistle sounded behind the Black Rock Principality, and a 300-man cavalry stepped out of the forest. They wore copper-brown armor, dark green cloaks behind them, and the Crancia Venus logo on their shoulders.

It is hard to imagine how they rode their horses through the rugged and forested mountain road, but the appearance of these people made the Black Rock Army's offensive stop.

Sure enough, under the leadership of the knight commander in front of him, these mountain ranger-like cavalry began to dive down the hillside. They opened their bows and drew their arrows, hurriedly shot out arrows, and brought bursts of blood in the weakly defended musket queue at the rear.

Afterwards, as the horses hooves galloped, these well-trained riders drew their swords from their waists and swung out flashing crescent arcs in the air. Under the sharp blades, hot heads fell to the ground.

Blood splattered with dust on the clothes and horses. Each of the ranger knights who came in assault had the strength of Sequence 3 or higher. They were the Knights of the Parade, the Horn of Dawn, which belonged to the Nieder County.

And the knight headed by it was wearing a full-covered armor, and only the dark eyes could be seen in the gap of the mask~www.readwn.com~ He was holding a crimson lance, and the boiling magic continued like a whirlpool. Gathering into the tip of the lance, and as the barrel of the gun gradually flattened, the speed increased, and the airflow swept across, leaving a long track in the air, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

The leader of the knight took the lead, like a heavy chariot, directly smashing away the blocking halberds and rushing to the tall swordsman standing in the center.

Temula threw away the commander he was holding, holding the heavy sword in both hands, licking his lips, watching this getting closer and closer, like a knight rushing from a flame chariot, bloodthirsty and excitement appeared in his eyes. Brilliance.

He kicked his back foot without recoiling, lifting the strength of his whole body, lifting the epee in his hand, and then slashing it heavily, as if he was about to split the opponent in half with a man and a horse.

And the knight holding the lance also had his eyes calm, and in this brief moment of less than a second, an astonishing force burst out, and the lance was like a dragon, passing by like a fright.

After a long time--

The stump and blood fell from the sky, and the epee warrior on the ground was only half of his body left.