Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 493: Sword Bone Immortal
Ge Fuya overturned the table, rushed over, grabbed Kochi's collar and lifted him up, and said angrily: "Do you know where this is? Please use your fat-filled brain to think clearly. How far is this place from the Sacrifice Bridge and how far is it from Stonewell! We only have 3,000 pigs like you here, and what about the Morns? They have 50,000 fucking people, 50,000!"

Kochi's face turned red and white, but he still said stubbornly, "So what if there are 50,000 people? Now your majesty is going to take action against Gu Long. How dare a dog that has long been abandoned by Gu Long bite people? He is only Norton Stanley, not Odysseus!"

At this moment, Ge Fuya was stunned.

The arms that wanted to throw Kochi to the ground suddenly lost their strength. He put him back on the ground, patted his wine-stained collar, stumbled back two steps, and tried his best to press his painful forehead.

He knew that the Southern Frontier Legion was derived from the remnants of the Eastern Expeditionary Army that stayed in Nimgefu before his grandfather's expedition to Gailed. To put it bluntly, the reason they were left behind by the War King was because their combat power, quality, and character could no longer adapt to the pace of the Eastern Expeditionary Army. Many of them began to decay and degenerate rapidly before the unification cause was completed. However, the War King, mindful of their early achievements, allowed them to stay in the Southern Frontier, granted them land and titles, and blessed their descendants.

The many conflicts that have caused unrest in the South for many years - the conflicts between the Golden People and the Storm People, the conflicts between humans and alien races, the conflicts between the army and the local areas, the conflicts between the nobles and the common people... If you want to trace the roots, almost all of them are caused by this group of people and their descendants.

He also knew that his father had been vigorously promoting the integration of various races and civilizations since the alliance of the three dynasties, including but not limited to issuing a series of laws and policies that benefited the survivors of the fallen nations, gradually restricting the military discipline of the Southern Border Legion, and training new troops to gradually replace these obsolete forces born during the War of Unification. The Scorching Sun Legion was one of the products of this series of measures.

He could even fully understand that the three-foot-thick ice did not form overnight, and it would take more than ten years to eradicate the accumulated problems of the dynasty that had existed for decades. Moreover, in an era when the central government was rapidly polarizing, party struggles were becoming increasingly crazy, and even the alliances of the three major dynasties were breaking up and collapsing, the so-called historical relics in the southern border were not even a small matter in the eyes of the big men. Even his father, as the lord of the entire Nimgfu, could only devote a small amount of energy and time to slowly solve these problems.

But what he couldn't understand was why, while some people were struggling to improve the country's future and working hard to delay the collapse of order, there would be another group of people desperately pushing this already shaky carriage towards the abyss - didn't they know that if the carriage overturned, the first people to be crushed to death would be these useless trash? !

"Go back," Ge Fuya waved his hand. He didn't even have the energy to get angry now. "Find a military doctor to bandage his leg. Do whatever you need to do from now on. Don't leave the camp. This is a military order."

"General!"

"go."

Kochi glared at Ge Fuya angrily, as if he wanted to cut a piece of flesh from him with his eyes. He stood there panting for a long time before he snorted coldly and walked away.

However, before he could get out, the tent was opened again by someone. The man stumbled and knocked Kochi over, and he himself fell heavily to the ground.

Kochi covered his lower back and groaned. Just as he was about to explode, he felt a hot and wet feeling on his face. He reached out to wipe it off and saw a handful of blood!

Judging from his clothes and emblem, he should be a messenger from Stonewell. There were two broken arrows hanging on his shoulders and ribs. He was almost out of breath and had difficulty even getting up.

Ge Fuya rushed forward and helped the messenger up from the ground. The latter reached into his arms and tremblingly took out an urgent report, saying in a hoarse voice: "Report to General Stonewell. Stonewell was lost six days ago. His Highness Greg led his army to rescue, but was attacked from behind by the East Border Army. Our army was defeated."

Before he could finish his words, the messenger fainted due to excessive blood loss.

While Ge Fuya asked people to carry him down for treatment, he hurriedly opened the letter soaked in blood.

The sender of the letter was Viscount Evans of Stonewell. The message was only a few lines long, but when Ge Fuya saw the contents clearly, his eyes went dark and he almost fainted.

"At noon on April 4, the village of Kell, southeast of Stonewell, reported a suspected sabotage incident by a small group of troops from the Eastern Territory. After discussion at the General Staff, two cavalry squads were dispatched to investigate. Both squads returned in the evening, with no results."

"That night, the enemy climbed up the cliff outside the city and killed the guards on the tower. Another spy opened the second west gate from the inside and set fire everywhere to create chaos. The generals in the city wanted to organize a resistance, but before they could gather their guards, they were captured by the enemy general, His Highness Latarn. Only I and my deputy general, Baron Brandon, led more than a thousand people to break through."

"By dawn, there were less than 300 of our troops left. After investigation, we found that several enemy soldiers had disguised themselves and infiltrated our search team that returned from outside the city yesterday evening. This led to the loss of the city defenses. The sentry towers, magic towers, and crossbow towers in the west district all stopped functioning. The heroes left behind in the city were unable to react in time, and His Highness Latan took advantage of the situation and broke into Wind Veil Castle and captured them."

"On the morning of the 15th, our army marched day and night and caught up with His Highness Greg. The rear army reported the military situation and the army immediately returned to support Stonewell."

"On the night of the 16th, Her Highness Marennia led Eastern Border troops to attack our rear. During the night, a few chaotic troops were unable to determine the direction and accidentally dispersed the military dance troupe. The geishas screamed and fled, causing the entire army to fall into chaos. They were then chased by the enemy and retreated all the way to Stonewell."

"When this letter was sent, His Highness Greg was leading the remnants of his troops to set up camp outside the city of Stonewell. There was a strong city in front of them and the pursuing troops from the East were surrounding them from behind. Our soldiers bravely broke out of the siege and presented this letter to the general. I hope that the general would contact Duke Stanley and have Moren's troops return to support us as soon as possible. Thank you!" After reading his brother's seal at the end of the letter, Ge Fuya felt dizzy. Today was only April 4th, and just one week had passed since the first battle report was recorded.

That is to say, in this short period of one week, they first lost Stonewell, and then were defeated when they faced 100,000 troops against 10,000 in the East. Now, there are only tens of thousands of defeated soldiers with no will to fight left trapped in the wilderness, stuck between the armies of Latarn and Marennia, facing defeat at any time - in the end, they still counted on him to lead Moren's troops to the north to save their lives!

How on earth was this war fought to end up like this!
"General! Something bad has happened, something bad has happened!" Another guard rushed in, and Ge Fuya was no longer surprised by this.

"The Moen people - the Moen army is moving!" the guards shouted in panic.

Ge Fuya pushed aside the stunned Kochi and went outside the tent, where he saw row after row of armored Moren soldiers rushing out of the city, raising clouds of dust like a long steel dragon, and running towards the north.

Mobilizing more than 30,000 troops is not a one-day job. Just looking at the rows of neat and complete baggage trains, you can tell how long the Moens have been preparing for this day.

The cavalry brigade that had been monitoring them for a long time also completed the encirclement at lightning speed. Leading the way was a young general in black armor and red robes, holding a long halberd and shouting in a still immature voice: "Put down your weapons, surrender and you won't be killed!"

The Morn soldiers behind him roared like a mountain and sea: "Put down your weapons, surrender and you won't be killed!"

Ding--

There was a slight sound behind him, and Ge Fuya turned around suddenly. Viscount Kochi, who had been shouting the loudest a few minutes ago, was the first to drop his sword and even took off his armor. He knelt down on the spot while shouting "surrender".

Immediately afterwards, the three thousand people in the camp fell to their knees.

It was as if they were already extremely familiar with all of this.

But before that, this army that carried the supreme glory of the King of War sweeping across the world should have never been defeated. Even the predecessor of this Southern Border Legion led by Hoyle had defeated Lanny Stanley's 100,000-strong army head-on.

Once upon a time, they always held swords and roared loudly, and all the enemies they faced trembled and submitted to them.

Ge Fuya stared blankly at the scene before his eyes - since when did the army of the Golden Dynasty become so weak and even weaker than those vulnerable brigades?

Instead, their former defeated generals rose again from the dust and replanted their tattered flags all over the land they had long since conquered.

No, perhaps this conquest was just their wishful thinking from the very beginning.

He saw the imposing figure at the forefront of Moren's army. That should be Norton Stanley.

Ge Fuya was stunned for a long time when he saw the sword on his back, and then he let out a sigh of relief.

So this is ah.

Even if all the swords and knives are broken, as long as the sword bones are not destroyed, the sword corpse will last forever.

On the contrary, the sharp blade that was invincible in the past had been kept in the sheath for sixteen years after the wind stopped and the rain stopped. It had already become rotten and would break at the slightest touch.

(End of this chapter)