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Chapter 516 Distress cannot destroy Golan!

At night, it began to rain in Larsen Town, and the weak wailing of the wounded soldiers was quickly drowned out by the sound of the rain. At this time, the Golan people didn't know that the boot fortress in front of Larsen Town had been breached. Many legions are being dispatched to Larsen Town, countless eyes will gather on this town, and countless people will rely on this corner to witness the survival of Golan.

Under the command of Baron Amber, even at night and even if it rained, the Golans worked non-stop to repair the fortifications. They cleared out all the trees inside and outside the town in advance, repairing wooden towers, fences, horses, and There are also ground spikes from the trenches.

The rain was falling densely, and Wesset closed his eyes. Tomorrow is the last day. As long as Larsen Town does not fall tomorrow, his father can complete the encirclement.

The earl's son was so nervous that he couldn't sleep, but he had to rest. He could only close his eyes and try to calm himself down. He no longer felt despair and fear. The previous haze had been swept away, and he was full of fighting spirit.

The rain was pouring down, and it didn't stop until early morning. After a night's rest, the dwarves seemed to be unable to wait any longer, and launched a small-scale attack under the dense rain.

More than 2000 dwarves rushed towards Larsen Town, but they were swallowed up by the repaired fortifications in an instant. Successive rains greatly delayed the marching pace of this group of dwarves, allowing them to form a large-scale massacre under arrows and stones. Slip and fall, this small-scale attack failed before the lingering sound of the horn went away.

The dwarves were driven back at the cost of hundreds of casualties. This small victory boosted the morale of the Golan people, but a greater danger lay ahead.

"They are attacking tentatively. If the rain decreases or stops, they will rush over like the plague god's bugs."

Baron Amber looked solemn, turned to Weiset and said:
"Pray the rain won't stop... if the rain doesn't stop and the ground isn't so muddy, our cavalry will have the best advantage."

After hearing this, Wessett said:

"Skadi will bless us, and hopefully the ground won't be so muddy as to trip us up."

The rain has been falling, and several dwarf legion leaders have been waiting for the rain to stop or when the rain is light, otherwise the dwarves will suffer heavy casualties.

And once there is a suitable time to attack, the legion commanders believe that they will easily capture the town of Larsen with their superior force - they have gathered seven legions here.

When it was close to noon, the sky was gray and the rain became much less than before. After discussing, the heads of the dwarves made a decisive decision and asked them to blow the horn collectively. It seemed that the world was shaking for a while.

Thousands of dwarves, like swarms, began to attack this insignificant town in two directions. As long as they captured it, they would see the walls of the royal city of Nolang and occupy it within a foreseeable time. The whole kingdom.

The stench of blood and the stench of mud floated in the air, and the sounds of horns, horns, whistles, and drums echoed harshly in the air. The dwarves burst into battle roars and pushed towards the Golan's position.

The Golans' helmets were covered with raindrops, and they were constantly blocking enemies with stones and arrows that were several times their size. The muddy land made the dwarves march much slower than before, and most of the dwarves' arrows were hit by the people from Lassen Town. Blocked by fortifications, they were like sandbags being beaten one by one at this moment.

Wesset sent a troop of cavalry to harass and raid the flanks of the dwarf legion, but the chiefs of the dwarf legion learned their wisdom, and the earl's son soon discovered that as the cavalry launched a harassment attack, the dwarves began to move from A reserve force was dispatched in the position in an attempt to surround the flanking cavalry.

As a last resort, Wesert called back the harassing and raiding cavalry. The rain slowed down the movement of the dwarves, and the encircling dwarf army rushed to nothing.

The situation on the battlefield was not optimistic. Baron Amber, who was sitting in the town of Lassen, soon discovered that the dwarves' military strength was far better than yesterday. He was vaguely aware of the fall of Boot Fortress.

Baron Amber couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, pessimistically murmuring the names of his family members, and after praying to the gods in a low voice, he quickly issued various orders. Although these orders were all timely, under the tide of fortifications by the dwarves, The defenders of Lassen Town began to retreat step by step.

The tall giants pushed the giant bed crossbow, but the rain from last night to today soaked the bed crossbow, and the siege crossbow arrows fired became weak. As a last resort, the dwarves took these proud crossbows The siege equipment was temporarily abandoned. Anyway, they had enough soldiers to level the town.

As the dwarf army arrived at the low city wall of Larsen Town, hundreds of spears pierced out, and hundreds of long knives were chopped down. The tragic hand-to-hand combat began again, and the two sides began to throw corpses.

Seeing the dwarves arriving at the city wall and being dragged down by the Golan defenders, Wesset repeated his old tricks. The cavalry took advantage of their maneuverability to throw away the dwarf troops who wanted to surround them, and then began to advance rapidly towards the dwarves' weak right wing.

Wessett held up his long sword, and the cavalry roared in unison. The horses lowered their heads and stretched their necks. The sound of horseshoes shook the ground. Golan's flag was fluttering. The cavalry straightened their spears and began to charge in batches. Shouting "Distress cannot destroy Golan!", they charged towards the right flank of the Dwarf Legion.

"For Herris!"

A dwarf legion commander shouted, and the dwarf infantry turned around to meet the enemy under the flag order. Under the rumbling sound, the Golan cavalry and the dwarf infantry got mixed together, and various weapons danced wildly at this moment.

The first round of charge took the lives of dozens of dwarves on the spot, but the dwarves had obviously learned the lesson before, and they came prepared for this kind of charge, and tried their best to trap Golan's cavalry.

The first batch of charging Golans used spears, swords, scimitars, and war hammers to hit the surrounding dwarves from top to bottom. They pulled their horses' heads and tried to turn away, but the dark dwarves surrounded them. They were gradually pulled off their horses and chopped into pieces with hammers, spears and swords. Even the horses were not spared. The dwarves hated these cavalry who repeatedly caused heavy losses.

Accompanied by the wailing of the war horses, the Golan cavalrymen were killed one by one.

Soon, the second batch of charges arrived, with cold spears piercing the flesh. While killing the enemy, they also rescued the Golan cavalry who were trapped in the enemy's position. They escaped from the dwarves' position, Follow Golan’s flag in a roundabout way.

Wesert led the cavalry to withdraw from the dwarves' gradually stabilizing right flank. He roughly estimated that the cavalry lost dozens of people in this round of charge.

As the dwarves' offensive intensified, the situation on the battlefield became more and more unfavorable. The city walls were gradually given up, and the Golan defenders were unable to resist the troops several times their own. There is a huge fighting spirit, as if the town will be captured soon.

Wesset once again fell into the stalemate of yesterday. The enemy's turbulent offensive forced the cavalry to charge continuously, and the continuous charge would make the Golan cavalry exhausted and die one after another under the dwarven infantry's butcher's knives. Down.

The terrifying and huge armored giants stood on the front of the dwarf army. They destroyed the defense line of the Golan defenders like autumn leaves.

After an hour of fierce fighting, the dwarves attacking in two directions had initially captured the city wall. Seeing this, Wesset knew that they had to relieve the pressure on the front line, so he led the cavalry in a half circle and found the enemy's weak point. , launched several more rounds of charges.

And the same predicament as yesterday happened. With the increase of charge rounds, the cavalry units suffered heavy losses one after another. They were completing missions that must die one after another. They were killing the enemy as well as themselves!
But this group of Golan people are willing to die. Golan's flag is still flying, and the town of Lassen has not been lost. Just like the oath last night, as long as they have one breath left, they will live and die with Golan!

The cavalry suffered casualties on the sides and rear of the dwarves, while the Golan defenders who resisted frontally retreated step by step under the enemy's offensive. The tide-like offensive of several dwarf legions actually briefly broke through the defenders' defense line and broke into Baron Amber. was near the headquarters, but fortunately, Baron Amber let his infantry charge and beat back the dwarves who rushed over.

The war situation is gradually becoming hopeless. Even if the Golans are full of fighting spirit and facing an enemy several times their own, they are just fighting a trapped beast. Their morale is gradually declining under the fierce attack. Soon, they will be slaughtered. of lamb.

The balance of victory was pouring down on the dwarves, and the dwarves of Karrond couldn't help but praise Lyndorth, singing the hymn of Heris loudly.

Wessett led the cavalry to shift directions. The successive charges only caused damage to the dwarves, but failed to crush the dwarf's offensive. The cavalry also lost more than 100 people, and they only had more than 700 left. They are so stretched. In such a situation, the cavalry was injured in the battle in time and could not withdraw. What's more, even if one hand was broken, they had to continue to charge.

The cavalry troops moved to a position close to the defenders. They began to launch an offensive towards the dwarves at the front line, cooperating with the defenders' offensive and easing the pressure on the defenders. At this time, more dwarf reserve troops began to invest on the battlefield, pulling The fall of Sen Town is almost a foregone conclusion.

The cavalry's multiple rounds of charges did not save the Golanites from defeat. There are too many enemies. More than 3 people have devoted themselves to the battle for this small town, while the defenders are only a few thousand people. The giants Roaring, dwarves cheering, the fall of Larsen Town is only a matter of time.

"Just a little longer... a little longer!" cried Wessett, bloody and dry.

The rain was still falling, and it started to get heavier. Potholes full of blood appeared on the ground. The Golan defenders were at the end of their rope, and the military flags began to fall one after another, drowning under the footsteps of the dwarf army.

The ground beneath them shook. The Golans and the dwarves of Calrond fought from morning to afternoon. The dusk was approaching, and the bloody setting sun seemed to indicate the fate of the kingdom—just as the sun was setting, so was the time for Golan to perish. up.

Wesert led the cavalry in a fearless charge, trying their best to delay the pace of the dwarves' attack. During the melee, a dwarf centurion hammered Wesert off his horse, and the horse lost its owner howled. Howling, it watched the earl's son fall to the ground.

Covered in blood, Wesset stumbled to his feet. He roared at the dwarves, and he roared at fate. He held up his long sword and started a bloody hand-to-hand fight with the centurion. The dwarf infantry surrounded him, trying to make him The cavalry commander was killed.

The swords were added together, and Wesset's heart trembled. He roared like a wounded beast. He was already exhausted. He gradually showed weakness in the fight with the centurion and would soon die on the spot.

Seeing the commander fell, the Golan cavalry not only did not fear, but turned their horses' heads and shouted in unison. They raised their swords high, and the tired horses began to march forward again, charging towards the commander's place like a landslide. They and the dwarves Fighting hard, the sound of swords and swords intersecting is like a sad song being sung.

The cavalry forcefully overwhelmed the dwarves surrounding the coach, and let Wessett out of danger. The earl's son climbed up on the horse again. He raised his eyes and looked down at the bloody battlefield. He soon found out in horror that Larsen The town is full of dwarves, and he can't see many Golan banners!

The town of Lassen is about to fall, as if the next moment, it will be trampled by the dwarves, and the history of the Kingdom of Golan will be interrupted.

Facing the pressing dwarves, some Golan defenders began to throw down their weapons, give up resistance, and hand over the stronghold to the dwarves in exchange for a way out.

Baron Amber's headquarters is crumbling, and Wesert even feels that countless people are already considering surrendering.

Enough is enough...

We've waited long enough,
Already worthy of everyone...

The heavy rain continued and the sky was dim. Wesert held the long sword in his hand tightly, and the war horse under his feet was panting wearily.

Despair began to emerge in Wessette's heart. The town of Lassen was about to fall. Friendly forces began to collapse and surrender, but reinforcements have not yet arrived. Do they still want to charge?Are you still going to die?
Wessett turned his head, and again, he met the eyes of the cavalry.

Under the dense rain curtain, the cavalry were silent, holding their swords tightly, and the only response to Wesert's question was his unwavering eyes from beginning to end.

Are we going to give up on this?
Do not…

Are we going to throw down our weapons?
Do not…

Are we giving up our homes?

no way!

We will live and die with Golan!
...Wessett saw the answers in their eyes, and heard the silent shouts from their tightly closed lips. He pulled the reins of the horse, and even the ends of his hair were trembling.

"Skadi, bless us, give us glory..."

Wesset murmured, and the eyes of the war horse were filled with bloodshot eyes. This comrade was exhausted, but when he pulled the reins and lifted the long sword with a broken blade in his hand, the war horse still stretched its neck and began to move forward.

It wants to run, it wants to charge, it wants to cross this ruthless battlefield, cross the blood and corpses of countless people, it wants to run, keep running, and roar at the world in front of it!

The cavalryman, who had lost more than half of his body, pulled the reins at the same time. Just like before, the slow pace turned into a canter, and then into a gallop.

Wesset sees,
Larold is charging, and so is Karad,

Montreal is charging, and so is Olite,
The lame Laja is charging, and Kasan with the severed hand is also charging!

Everyone whose name he remembered, or whose name he could not remember, was charging, pointing straight ahead at a terrifying speed. The Golan cavalry, who were clearly remnants and defeated soldiers, were unstoppable at this moment!
Ahead is death!

But they have a common will, a common home,
There is also a common discourse...

Wesset raised his sword high and shouted with all his strength:

"go ahead!
Disaster cannot destroy Golan! "

With a loud shout, the exhausted cavalrymen once again raised their weapons in unison. Everyone understood that this was the last charge, and death would follow. So when they entered the enemy's formation, everyone shouted in unison: " Disaster cannot destroy Golan!”

The dwarves thought they were sure of victory and could defeat the exhausted Golan army in one fell swoop, but the remnants of the cavalry suddenly attacked again, and they still fought to the death. They launched a final round of charge, most of their weapons collapsed, and their horses also collapsed. Exhausted, they gritted their teeth, launched a counterattack towards the enemy, and sang the last dirge.

They are well aware that this battle is hopeless, but they also know that Golan's life and death will depend on their swords!
They want to tell their enemies and the aloof king of the dwarves that Golan is not a territory of the huge empire of the dwarves. On this land, there are millions of Golan people living, and they have their own Life, where they are born, grow old and die.

The dwarves who were flanked by the surprise felt genuine panic, the swords in their hands were shaking, and almost every dwarf was asking:

How could these Golan cavalry be so brave and fearless, wouldn't they be afraid?Wouldn't it be dead?

why…

why is that? !

The swords of the cavalry, accompanied by doubts, rushed to kill the formation of the dwarves.

The answer is actually quite simple...

Because the general's second son was seriously injured, and his eldest son was about to die on the battlefield,

Because not only his two sons, but also countless Golan sons shed their blood and died on the battlefield, because there are countless Golans singing "Danger cannot destroy Golan!"

(End of this chapter)