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Chapter 515 We will live and die with Golan

In the afternoon, the dwarves launched an attack again, and this time, as if they had received some order, they began to launch an offensive at all costs, and the urgent horn rang across the battlefield like a reminder.

The defenders of Larsen Town were stunned by this terrible attack, and the dwarves were like driven souls, heading towards death and the underworld.

The reason was that after learning that the attack in the morning had been thwarted, King Kraft VI ordered his death.

If the town of Larsen cannot be captured by tomorrow night, the regiment commander will be dismissed immediately.

In order to keep their power, the leaders of several dwarf legions tried their best to encourage, persecute, reward, or punish, demanding that the dwarves under their command bravely seize the town of Larsen and completely destroy the royal city of Nolang defense.

This attack was far bloodier than any previous one.

The dwarves raised their shields and stepped forward, unmoved by the harassment and charge of the cavalry. When the spears and horses entered the dwarves' battle formation, the dwarves grabbed the spears of the Golan cavalry stiffly, Before he died, he gritted his teeth and tore the Golan off his horse.

The cavalry suffered unprecedented losses.

Although the cavalry unit took the lives of an unknown number of dwarves during the charge, and often one cavalry could kill and injure five dwarf infantry, the difference in strength was several times greater than that of their own troops, so the losses of the two sides were not equal.

Facing the near-destruction of the dwarves, the cavalry lost more than 100 cavalry in a short period of time, nearly one-tenth of which was lost. trampled their bodies on the ground, and let them be crushed and crushed to dust.

The harassment and charge of the cavalry did not slow down the progress of the dwarves. Before they reached the town of Larsen, they began a cruel battle with the defenders like a meat grinder.

Facing the menacing dwarves, the defenders stood tall with their spears, and the veterans who covered their faces with shields stabbed their spears at the dwarves continuously, and beat the dwarves' helmets with their war hammers. So densely covered that no one can tell each other apart.

Baron Amber commanded the defenders to resist bravely, but the front of the Golans was retreating step by step visible to the naked eye. Wessett saw this scene. He was covered in blood after charging many times. Nearly one tenth of the cavalry continued to charge.

It stands to reason that the cavalry unit lost one-tenth, so it should be temporarily withdrawn from the battlefield and adjusted slightly, but under the current harsh situation, Wesert had to charge. He understood that once the cavalry unit no longer Charge, and the town of Larsen will fall, and the kingdom will perish.

The cavalry dragged their exhausted horses. They took a long distance and began to trot, and then began to accelerate within a short 300 meters. As the speed reached its peak, the Golans stabbed their spears at the dwarves amid roars.

The armored giants cast tall shadows. They wanted to protect the flanks of the Dwarf Legion, but their slow speed could not catch up with Golan's cavalry. Go all out to break through the Golan defense line.

The spear points fell to the ground along with the heads and intestines of the dwarfs and Golans. The dwarves who had attacked several times were frustrated, and like swarms of locusts, they relentlessly attacked the defense of Larsen Town.

The spears of the soldiers on both sides stabbed forward one after another, pulled, and stabbed. They used the shield wall to resist the enemy's repeated collisions. Both sides were strangled meat on the battlefield.

The mutilated bodies of the dwarves and Golan fell to the ground one by one, overlapping each other, making it impossible to distinguish between you and me.

Facing the charge of the cavalry on the flanks, under the doom of the legion commanders, they chased and intercepted them with the mentality of dying together.

The dwarves swarmed over, the tired horse slowed down, and was soon trapped by the dwarves one after another. The Golan man on the horse kept swinging his machete and struggling hard, but he was just fighting a trapped beast. Gradually, his fatigue and Fear is slowly revealed in the cavalry.

Wessett had never experienced such a desperate moment.

The soldiers who ate and lived with him were all trapped in the siege of the dwarves, and blood filled the air. He knew that every charge would lead to death, but he had no choice but to execute it again and again. with a suicidal mission.

The cruelty of the battlefield is that it not only takes the lives of the enemy, but also takes the lives of compatriots.

Wessett raised his long sword numbly and stiffly, and launched another round of charges.

The cavalry were exhausted, and most of them were equipped with two broken spears. They could only charge with machetes. When the horses were exhausted and unable to break out of the encirclement of the dwarves, it was time for the god of death to reap the souls. .

At dusk, the defense of Larsen Town was being breached gradually, but the dwarves, desperate at all costs, finally seemed unable to bear the loss, and they began to retreat. In order to avoid a large-scale rout, the head of the dwarf army began to order the entire army retreat.

The town of Larsen is still intact, the ravaged town is still in the hands of the Golans, but...how much longer will the Golans hold it, and how much more will they pay for it?

The fierce attack of the dwarves caused the Golan people to suffer heavy losses. Tonight, no one celebrated the victory. The joy of last night was gone. The haze was in the air, and the cruel battlefield made people breathless.

Wessett wiped off the blood on his face, and he counted the losses of the cavalry. Under the offensive of the dwarves, the cavalry lost a full 400 people, of which more than 50 were missing, 200 died, and more than 100 were killed. wounded.

Such a loss has greatly affected the morale of the Golan people. No one is as confident as before, believing that Golan cannot be destroyed, and the fall of Larsen Town is no longer a distant thing, but close at hand .

"Leah is dead?"

Wessett counted again and again, but he still couldn't find the bragging cavalryman.

And the other soldiers told him that they had seen lightly that the cavalryman's horse fell in the field and died at the point of the dwarf's spear.

It was hard for Wessett to imagine that this cavalryman, who had uttered such bold words at noon, lost his life in the afternoon. Everything was too unreal, and he didn't even know the cavalryman's real name.

And people like Leah, there are still 200 people in the cavalry unit, and there are thousands of people in the entire Larsen Town garrison.

The crows were calling in the cold night, and when the cold wind passed by, Wesert couldn't stand still for a moment, but fell to the ground. He stared blankly at the battlefield strewn with corpses, whether they were Golans or dwarves People don't have time to bury the bodies of both sides, so they can only let their dead bodies go wild.

The earl's son panicked, and he wanted to escape from this hell on earth.

Can we still hold Larsen Town tomorrow?
Despair spread in Wesset's heart.

We're fighting a hopeless war... aren't we?

In the quiet night, the wounded soldiers groaned in pain, weaving a big net of confusion and fear, enveloping all the Golan people, making him breathless.

Wessett stood up in a daze, and slowly walked towards the battlefield full of corpses. The cavalry looked at the coach and followed silently.

On the cold and silent battlefield, the flock of crows pecking at the dead body was startled, they uttered a mournful cry, and flew into the sky, and soon the battlefield became quiet again. The cavalry stood at the top of the city, lowered their eyes and heads, silently mourning with the dead compatriots.

After a long time of condolences, Wessett did not turn his head, he knew that the cavalry were all watching him.

Wesert, who had his back to the crowd, didn't dare to turn his head. He felt that the eyes of the cavalrymen were full of confusion and sorrow. Thinking of this, Wesert's hands trembled, because he was equally terrified and desperate.

Is Golan really going to perish, is it really going to be destroyed?

This is not something that can be answered with an empty slogan. In front of him is the dilapidated town of Larsen, the continuous offensive of the dwarves, the reinforcements that have not yet arrived, and the nearly exhausted manpower and material resources... The cold facts He reminded himself repeatedly that Golan was going to perish and be destroyed.Wessett's throat was very dry.

The night was silent.

The cavalry waited silently, with seemingly infinite patience.

Finally, Wessett spoke slowly:

"I believe you have also heard that the dwarves want to form a huge empire. They want to annex Golan, let our castle become their castle, and our country become their country..."

The eyes of the cavalry were still focused on Wessett, the coach was terrified and uneasy.

"They are numerous and powerful, and they are menacing. They are strong and well-equipped. I watched a person die on the field and fell into the hands of Nakbet."

"We might...we might..."

Looking at the battlefield in front of him, Wessett choked up and couldn't speak.

He has almost lost all fighting spirit.

"We're going to lose our hold... the fortifications are almost destroyed, we're going to die, and so is Golan!"

Wessett yelled almost screaming.

How sharp this voice is in the night, brutally exposing the bloody truth.

Wessett let out a foul breath, and he turned slowly.

He could already predict how desperate the cavalry's eyes would be, but his will had already been defeated, and he couldn't hold on any longer.

But when he looked back...

But I saw pairs of resolute eyes, they were shining brightly in the dark night, never wavering.

The cavalrymen were not depressed, and their eyes were full of anger as they stared at Wessett, as if they were asking the most intense question:

Are you going to betray us?
Are you going to betray the whole Golan? !

In those pairs of eyes, boundless power was condensed.

Wesert was overwhelmed by this force. He thought that all the soldiers under his command were shrouded in despair.

Only one of them spoke slowly:
"My lord, you are wrong, Golan has not perished, and has not been destroyed!"

Wessett was stunned, and he asked in a daze:
"Don't you want to escape?"

I saw another person clenched the handle of the knife at his waist,
"This is home, we're not going anywhere."

Wesset was wrong. This group of Golans was not crushed by death. Long before today, they swore to protect the homeland under their feet.

At this moment, a cry suddenly erupted among the cavalry.

That is the most solemn declaration, and the greatest oath,

A soldier who did not know his name roared at this time:

"Even if Golan perishes, it will be reborn one day!"

The words fell to the ground.

Wessett trembled violently, the fear-wrapped heart was gradually tearing through the haze.

It turns out...the only one who is in panic and despair is me.

It turns out...the Golan people haven't given up hope yet.

He didn't ask how long it would take "someday" if Golan perished.

He also didn't think about how the kingdom should be reborn from the ashes after Golan's demise.

Because the war will continue and Larsen Town has not yet fallen, even though Wessett made the worst prediction, the Golan cavalry will still fight bloody battles for the country to the last moment.

The cavalry raised their heads one after another. They looked at Wessett with firmer eyes than before. After tonight, they might never see such eyes again.

Wessett grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist. He already understood the will of the crowd, and even more understood that the purpose of gathering here was to save Golan from danger!

"We used to be slaves, but now we don't recognize anyone as master."

"The dwarves do not understand, they invade our country, burn our land, and plunder the people of Skadi,"

Wessett's determination has never been so strong, he faced the eyes of everyone, and everyone was waiting for his announcement.

The Golan people are united and willing to shed blood for the homeland under their feet. The Golan cavalry in front of them is also one of them.

"If the dwarves don't understand, we will say it again and again, with the sword and with the blood, if Golan perishes, we will bring it back to life with our own hands!

Soldiers, I will live and die with you,

As long as we live, we will live and die with Golan! "

(End of this chapter)