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Chapter 280 279. If our iron hoof continues to move forward.
The terrain of Scarlet Keep is plain.

Except for some hills, there are not many mountains nearby. This endless flatness once shaped Transia's most prosperous area, but successive disasters have made it more and more withered.

But on the other hand, it is also beneficial to conduct a war on a land that has been repeatedly ravaged. It means that the warring parties do not have to think more and can just fight to their heart's content.

The serenade barrier of the Scarlet Castle in the distance is being restored. Under the illumination of the Astral Creation emitting purple light above the head, you can see that the scarlet barrier has gathered to two-thirds, covering most of the ruins of the entire city, allowing the jackal to The turbid current composed of human vanguard can no longer easily cross the place guarded by loyal and brave men.

However, the remaining one-third facing the west is still anxiously fighting, and the chaotic and violent wave of gnolls is attacking their last hope of breaking the city.

Once the Serenade barrier is closed again, they will lose the possibility of stepping here forever.

But it's like a tidal wave crashing against a rock.

No matter how crazy they go, they are still unable to take another step forward. The battlefield is so wide, and the gnolls' numerical advantage cannot be brought into play at all when the serenade barrier gradually closes.

"The vampires have won."

The vulture knight Wallander put down the telescope in his hand. This vulgar but brave knight looked at the battlefield in the distance with displeasure. He complained to his companions who were ready to go:

"We are still late. We wanted to give that cunning Murphy a favor, but now even without us, they can still defend their ruined city."

"Think of the best, my lord."

Next to Wallander, a hussar captain who was as tall and strong as him grinned and said:

"This proves that the Blood Eagle Clan is still strong despite being severely damaged. Hasn't the Count already decided to form an alliance with them? Who would find a group of cowards and weaklings to form an alliance?

When the black disaster is coming, the stronger they are, the more beneficial it is to us, just like two weak wolf packs can once again dominate the forest when they merge. "

"With the way Transia is, what's there to be thankful for about becoming the Wolf King here?"

On the other side of Knight Wallander, his wife was only half a head shorter than Wallander. The "giant" Lady Sunny tied up her hair, put the flying-winged battle helmet on her head, and put the horse on her back. He held a fierce long-handled war knife in his hand.

She said disdainfully:
"Both they and we are now lone wolves licking their wounds. The first step to rebuilding the wolf pack is to have another fight when both sides are weak to choose the wolf king.

They're stronger than us and you think that's a good thing, stupid men. "

The contempt from the hussar think tank made the surrounding knights very embarrassed.

Well, as the mixed descendants of mountain people and barbarians, the Xiko Winged Cavalry inherited the bravery and strength of both sides, but wisdom never seemed to belong to them, and they didn't feel they needed those things.

Just like the brain!
It's not that they don't have it, they're just too lazy to use it, so they maintain a high quality that's [-]% new, and it's extremely smooth enough to ensure that any knowledge can slide smoothly from the surface of the brain without leaving a trace of wisdom.

"Mount your horse! Prepare to charge!"

The embarrassed Eagle Knight couldn't get angry at his wife, not only because she was still pregnant with their first child, but also because he was a good man who respected his wife.

Well, of course it has something to do with the fact that he probably won't be able to defeat him if he really makes a move.

Mrs. Sunny is a genius among the Xiko Winged Cavalry.

Her martial arts and riding skills were personally taught by the previous Earl of Xiko and cavalry commander. As a forest priest inherited by the mountain people, Mrs. Sunny can also use some ancient natural psychic combat skills, which makes her what she is today. The best of the remaining hussars.

However, a smart woman would never embarrass her man in front of outsiders, so Mrs. Sunny quickly got on her horse and pulled down the helmet mask to cover her face.

Knight Valander patted his horse "Cold Wind".

He stepped on the stirrups, turned over and mounted, and took over the lance he was good at from his knight apprentice. Because his height reached an exaggerated 2.5 meters, Wallander's lance was three meters long, but he was still used by him. Hold it in your hand like a stick.

Standard hussars not only have lances for charging, they also keep a long sword for slashing on their backs, and two armor-piercing hammers in their horse pockets. After the reforms of the previous hussars commander, they were originally used as The long-range armor-piercing crossbow has also been replaced by a more practical short-barreled bombardment gun.

When performing special missions, such as attacking 500 gnolls with [-] knights tonight, which is a horrific tactic that seeks death, they will also place some additional alchemical bombs in their horse pockets for killing and retreat cover during the reunion.

So many weapons must be carried by war horses, and the war horses themselves are also heavily armored. This is enough to prove that these winged cavalry horses only look like horses.
Inside they are almost something else entirely.

In the ancient legends of the mountain people, the source of these war horses called "Shadow Mane" is said to come from the elves of the Castile Peninsula. In those legends whose authenticity is doubtful, these war horses were adopted by the elven druids. They are domesticated in a special way and specially provided for riding by elf rangers.

It was just a beautiful encounter that they fell into the hands of mountain people.

But this does not prevent hundreds of years later, because of the existence of the shadow-maned war horse with super endurance and load-bearing capacity, the terrifying unit of Xiko Winged Cavalry was born.

"Slowly move forward! Prepare to charge!"

Knight Valander gave the order in a loud voice.

He urged the majestic companion on his crotch to let it stroll forward. The other knights also took off their camouflage in the night and followed the commander in a row and slowly accelerated forward.

The silver-gray plate armor of the hussars reflected a strange light under the purple light of the Astral Creation, as if they were covered with a dark cloak.

They followed the advance of the large group very silently. The 500 heavily armored knights advanced at their own pace under the leadership of 20 captains who acted as guides in front.

They have to get into position before the wall charge is fully launched, and their horses also need some time to "warm up", passing nearly a kilometer of road from cantering to sprinting, and then entering the three stages of acceleration with full impact.

This is also the only shortcoming of the Shadowmane Warhorse.

Their own weight makes it difficult for them to start up instantly like the Witch Hunter's Demon Hunting Horse. It takes them a while to really charge up, but please believe that once they fully charge up, this continent can stop them. There are very few things.

At least in the past 300 years, the "crash tests" between the Xiko Hussars and countless enemies have been carried out until now. The Hussars still proudly maintain a record of complete victory.

Of course, this is limited to face-to-face warriors charging and fighting. For the pioneering legion, they were afraid of their impact and used the pathetic psychic plague like cowards, stealing victory from these brave heavy cavalry. That happened two years ago. Another bad story too.

Even though two years have passed, whenever I think of the scene when the hussars who were known as "Never Retreat" were defeated on the day of the fall of Xiko City, the Wallander Knights, who are the sharp targets of the charge, will still surge up. ashamed.

He knew that the memory of that shame would accompany him throughout his life, and he could also be sure that this shame also affected the hearts of all the brothers and sisters who were following him at this time.

That was the first time they escaped from the battlefield before the battle was over!

Even if it was the last order of the old earl.

Between battle and duty, they chose duty, but at the same time they also became the cowards they despised the most.

After they lost their city and retreated into the mountains and forests, they still fought the invaders on their own land for two years. In addition to being unwilling to give up their hometown, I'm afraid there was also the element of shame. Take effect.

Everyone kept silent about what happened that day, as if it had become a taboo for this last wing cavalry.

The same goes for Wallander himself and his wise and powerful wife.

But there’s no escaping those things!
Especially when they once again face war, a responsibility they must shoulder, the torture from the past is undoubtedly a kind of torturous pressure.

If not properly adjusted, this stress can turn into anxiety and eventually resistance and fear.

And the best way to face fear is to
"Knights! Raise your heads!"

The low voice of the Vulture Knight sounded as the horses accelerated in the dark night. Along with the vibration of the iron hoofs trampling on the ground, he roared:

“Since the founding of the army, there has never been a precedent for the Hussars to lower their heads and charge. That is not only to let us see the enemy in front of us clearly, but also to let our enemies see us.

The trembling of the ground announced our arrival, the sweep of the lance heralded their departure.

This is our tradition!
Lift your heads, look at them, look at our enemies! "

This is not enough.

Wallander knew that using this as a pre-war declaration was far from enough. However, he was only a charge commander before, and all pre-war declarations were made by Count Xico.

And their current Earl
Alas, maybe this step is enough?He thought so.

But the next moment, in the second regiment behind him on his left, a voice that surprised Wallander so much that he almost fell off the cold wind saddle rang out in the dark night following his words.

That's a woman's voice
No, that's a girl's voice!

Clear, soft, even a little childish.

"Knights!

I know that you all dwell on your past failures and see them as the shame of running away without a fight, and I know that each of you is tossing and turning every night because of this shame.

That was the first time that the Hussars turned their backs to the enemy on the battlefield, and it was also the first time that the Xiko territory protected by you was unable to fight back under the trampling of the enemy.

That was our first failure!
That bitter feeling is always fresh in my memory. "

The girl's voice shouldn't have been loud enough to be heard by all the cavalry who had completed the change of formation in the dark night, but the psychic skills from Mrs. Sunny made the child's voice even overpower the gradual acceleration at this moment. The noisy sound of horse hooves.

This scene is very similar to the war declaration made by Old Count Xico every time he led them to the battlefield, when the cavalry accelerated and converged into an indestructible torrent of steel. It was like a burning gold catalyst added to a steam furnace, making the originally ordinary and insignificant The strange steam also became violent.

Knight Valander turned to look.

He saw the small figure held in his arms by his wife on the saddle of her war horse "Glacier". The latter was also wearing the same armor as the hussars.

Of course it's a small one.

The top of her helmet is dotted with long black and white tassels, which represent her identity.

The current Count of Sicco.

The youngest daughter of the old count and the last heir of the Sicomaire family.

She shouldn't be here!

They should not participate in this dangerous charge. This is not a fearless assault formation composed of 5000 knights. Now they only have 500 people, 200 of whom are disabled.

No vanguard, no defender, no flanker!
They were simply executing a "mistake" that should never occur in Hussars' drill.

"Listen! Knights! I am your count and your commander! Just as an outstanding cavalry will never give up his horse, there has never been a count in the Sicomaire family who was too cowardly to dare to charge on the battlefield.

I know I shouldn't be here!
But I'm still here.

This would make me get scolded by the Knights of Valander after the war, and I might even cry, but I came anyway because I knew it was my duty.

Just as you know, it is your duty to speed up and defeat the enemy in front of you and help our allies win this battle!
Knights!
Our dignity and our glorious tradition were destroyed and trampled by our enemies. Our past was severed by that failure and all we are left with is a life carrying the burden of the past.

We failed.

We acknowledge this.

The hybrid of mountain people and barbarians is not even afraid of death, let alone admitting that he was a shameful loser.

But it is precisely because we failed that we are here!

Like our ancient ancestors, we will face the enemies of civilization in another black disaster. Just like the stories in ancient legends, we will charge towards the terrifying black tide.

We will fight and win!
We must personally pick up our lost dignity and tradition, and then recast the legend of the invincible Hussars!
Start tonight!
Start now! "

The voice of Little Count Xico stopped, and at this time, the wall charge of the knight phalanx was fully formed.

Five hundred heavy cavalry, led by Vulture Knight Wallander, have entered the second acceleration of kinetic energy accumulation. The terrifying vibrations caused by their armored horses stepping on the ground can no longer be blocked by the night. Even the stupidest gnolls I can already feel the ground shaking under my feet.

The earth is groaning!
It seemed that even it couldn't withstand the charging heavy cavalry, their raised weapons, and the anger transformed from the humiliation ignited in their hearts.

Wallander had already seen the flanks of the Jackal vanguard army that was attacking Scarlet Castle in front of him, and it was less than a kilometer away from him.

And the cold wind howled.

It seems that even it can't wait to experience the fun of trampling and destroying again, as if it wants to get back what it has lost.

"Spread your wings!"

The Eagle Knight could feel a fire burning in his heart, and he roared and gave the final order.

All the cavalrymen activated the psychic spells on their armor at the same time, and the wings that stood as decorations behind the armor spread out like real wings.

The psychic spell was activated, and the natural psychic energy was transformed into a roaring wind-like propulsion, pushing the knights and their horses into three accelerations in an instant.

Make them faster and the kinetic energy they exert when they collide is more terrifying.

It was like a war hammer that had been swung in the air, eager to land on a damn head.

"Knights!"

The somewhat broken cry of Little Count Xico also sounded at this last moment, and she shouted in a roaring way:
“We will go into history like our ancestors, write history and glorify history. The old legends have ended, but new legends are just around the corner.

As the Earl of the Sicomal family, I order you!

Follow me and rush over!
Crush them! "

"Ahhhh!"

Facing the overwhelming heavy cavalry phalanx in front of him, the captain of the jackal barbarians was in despair.

The cubs behind it had already turned around and ran away. Driven by fear, they even slashed their weapons at their companions in hopes of escaping.

They absolutely do not want to be attacked by such a cavalry.

That must have hurt.

But it has nowhere to go.

It saw the flattened lance of Knight Valander, who was the sharp arrow of charge. It roared and used its last courage to swing the flail up in an attempt to block the monster coming at it.

It got its wish.

"boom"

In what can be called a "light" impact, this brave but stupid jackal flew into the air.

It died the moment it took off.

This may be a good thing, because the next moment, its body flew into the air as if it had wings. It flew and flew until it was 100 meters away before it crashed into the chaotic position behind.

And in the next moment, the phalanx that pierced through trampled over its corpse in the trembling formation. Like a hot knife that separates butter, it easily penetrated and tore apart their formation.

Stupid jackals flew into the air one after another, while more barbarians turned into eroded mud under the iron hoof.

The knights rushed over silently and noisily.

Like an old story from the past, the foolish enemy tried to stop the Hussars, the Hussars charged, and the battle was over.

Well, how hard could it be?
(End of this chapter)