Imperial Crown.

Chapter 98 Take me home
It was already noon, but the dense dark clouds made the Bloody Heights look particularly cold and solemn.

The north wind swept across the land, rolling up snow foam and sand dust, and the rustling sound was like the sobbing of ghosts, but it could not cover up the noisy sound.

Shouts, curses, clashes of swords, corpses falling to the ground, neighing of war horses...

These sounds were chaotic yet clear, and against the backdrop of the low breathing of people before death, they formed a cruel melody.

The land that should have been white was soaked in blood, melted, and then solidified into dark red ice. Broken armor, tattered cloth, broken blades, mutilated limbs, and deformed internal organs were all spread on it, forming the background of this war painting.

The battle continues.

The horse bandits who dismounted and fought on foot compressed the Eagle Army into a corner, while the Eagle Army formed a circle around the remaining packhorse wall and put up a final resistance.

Weisdon was also one of them. His lips were pale and his face was stained with blood, and his expression was unrecognizable.

He swung the long sword in his hand, which had almost turned into an iron bar, to knock away the oncoming attack, but was suddenly hit by a cold arrow and was about to fall down while staggering.

"Hold on..." Simon's voice sounded from the side, and he used his shoulder to support Visdon's body.

Although Simon supported Visdon, he himself was inevitably exposed to flaws.

A horse thief seized the opportunity and slashed down with a fierce knife, breaking the outer layer of leather armor on Simon's shoulder and cutting a wound with blood and flesh.

Simon frowned slightly, letting out a muffled groan, and moved forward with the long sword in his hand wrapped in an almost invisible light green fighting spirit, wanting to stab the horse thief in the chest, but was knocked down by another horse thief with a knife.

With a clang, the long sword fell to the ground, and at the same time, the horse thief's spear stabbed at Simon's throat.

I can't hide because I have comrades behind me.

Without any hesitation, Simon raised his arms in front of him.

The gun blade pierced through his arm, causing a splash of blood, but it was also deflected and stabbed into his shoulder.

The spear was pulled back and blood gushed out.

Simon's strength also flowed away along with the blood. If he hadn't been leaning against Weston, he probably wouldn't even be able to stand steadily.

"I'm sorry..." Visdong fired a slash, his voice weak and low.

"What?" Simon didn't understand.

Weisdong's voice became lower and lower: "...I shouldn't have hit you at the beginning."

Between life and death, the boundary between nobles and commoners has long ceased to be clear.

"...I had forgotten all about it..." Simon hooked a scimitar with his toes and held it in his hand.

"Really... That's good..." Weisdon looked at the distant sky and suddenly thought of home.

"what--"

A scream was heard not far away. Visdon turned his head and saw that while Mosingam was beating a horse thief's head to pieces, he was also ripped open by a sharp scimitar and his intestines were flowing out.

Even so, Mosing Gan still cut off the horse thief's head with one sword, roaring wildly and fighting without retreating.

No one could survive such a serious injury.

Mosingam is dying.

There was a sound of wind in his ears, and Visdon turned his head and saw the long knife coming towards him.

He wanted to raise his sword to block, but he couldn't lift his arms no matter what.

Finally... am I going to die?
The blade was getting closer and closer, and then it stopped on the face.

A hallucination before death?
No, not a hallucination.

The sound of horse hooves reached their ears, and for a moment the battlefield paused briefly, with everyone's eyes focused in the direction of the horse hooves.

On the gloomy earth, a thin group of people were galloping. The dark clouds in the sky were fading away, and the sun was chasing after the group of people.

The cavalry was getting closer and closer to the battlefield, and the sunlight was getting closer and closer to the cavalry.

Until the darkness faded, the midday sun shone on the cavalry, and the leader tightened the reins and stood up immediately, holding a dirty head high:

"The Sand King is dead!"

Behind him, more than a dozen people shouted loudly:

"Sand King is dead!!!"

Eugene, who was fighting with someone, turned around. The moment he saw the head, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip and his heart was shocked.

Heleti...actually...died! ?

He was not the only horse thief who could see this scene.

Fear began to take root in everyone's heart!
Eugene raised his visor and roared:

"Kill!! Revenge for Lord Heleti!!"

Raven's face was expressionless, but his eyes were burning with cold anger.

Fighting to the bitter end? Very good!
He doesn't intend to let any of these horse thieves go!
"Personal Guard Battalion, Eagle Army, listen to my orders!"

"Here! Your Lordship!" Volav and others answered loudly.

"Here!!!" On the other end, the Eagle Army gave a warm response!
"attack--

Don’t leave any one behind!!!”

With this order given, Volaf no longer had to suppress the anger in his heart. He laid down his sword and galloped away on his horse!
It has long been known that the Eagle Army suffered heavy losses, but the casualties are just simple numbers on the documents, but they are the bloody reality in front of us.

He had seen traces of the battlefield where the Vanguard Army fought with Helaidi, but he had no time to stop to collect the bodies of his comrades. Now this real battlefield was even more cruel.

Corpses of Eagle soldiers were everywhere. Some of them were dead or wounded, but they still maintained an attacking posture; some fell to the ground, twisted by horses' hooves, with unwilling expressions on their faces; and some even fought to death, but had insulting wounds on their bodies as if they were venting their anger!

"kill--"

Volaf jumped on his horse and charged into the group of horse thieves. The half-demonized warhorse under his crotch raised its hooves and kicked the horse thief on the back, who had not yet turned around. The bowl-sized horseshoes were like two heavy hammers, making two deep pits in the horse thief's carapace. As he was thrown out, blood and internal organs spurted out of his mouth and nose.

He swung the long sword in his hand and rushed towards the neck of a horse thief. The horse thief was prepared and raised his shield to block.

Even though his horsepower had slowed down, even though his fighting spirit had been exhausted, Volaf's sword was filled with the weight of rage!

With a snap, the sword blade hit the shield, which immediately shook. The shield was completely unable to withstand the force of the blow, and a crack appeared, then it collapsed!
"what--"

The flying wooden splinters first scratched the horse thief's face, and then the long sword that followed pierced into the back of his neck.

After a long battle, the sword had begun to become less sharp. It should have been a beheading sword, but it failed to break through the bone barrier and flew upward along the horse thief's skull, half tearing and half cutting, causing the flesh and skin of half of the horse thief's head to fly up, and only half of the bloody skull was left as the blood splattered!
A horse thief nearby saw this scene with his eyes wide open, and screamed with his mouth open:
“Ugh…Ugh!!!”

He ran away screaming wildly!! He was so scared!!
With the arrival of reinforcements, the Eagle Army also burst out with a strong will to fight. After two days of passive attacks, they finally got their revenge at this moment! !

"Die-!!!"

A soldier named Bobby roared ferociously, thrust out his spear, and pierced the abdomen of the horse thief in front of him!

The horse thief let out a shrill scream, but also burst out with the last of his strength. He swung the scimitar in his hand to cut off the gun barrel, and rushed forward while howling!

Bobby didn't feel any fear at all. He picked up a broken sword from the ground and chopped it forward fiercely. With a clang, the swords collided and a huge burst of fire burst out. Both sides took a step back at the same time, and then rushed forward madly at the same time!
“Drink, drink, drink!!!”

With his mouth wide open, Bobby let out a roar that almost tore his vocal cords, and the sword in his hand kept smashing down like a hammer!
After the sixth collision, the swords and knives broke at the same time, and the broken blades flew into the sky. Bobby didn't care and rushed forward again. The broken sword pierced the opponent's throat, and a ball of blood burst out. The horse thief also fell to the ground. Bobby seemed to be unaware and continued to stab frantically until the opponent's head was separated from the body. Then he picked up another weapon and strode forward! !
"kill--"

The shouts and cries of killing were soon drowned out by the battlefield, but the liquidation of the horse bandits had not yet stopped.

Link swung the enchanted half-sword and cut off the shoulder of the horse thief in front of him. Blood spurted out, and before Link could retract his strength, a spear stabbed at him from the right. Link turned around as if he didn't see it, allowing the spear tip to pierce his shoulder.

The spear broke through the leather armor and pierced into the flesh. The slight pain made Link's face look particularly ferocious. He grasped the spear with his left hand, and the raging fire and fighting spirit ignited the spear in an instant. The flames spread all the way and wrapped up the horse thief.

A shrill howl broke out from the horse thief's mouth, but his life was immediately ended by a sword stabbed in the mouth!

“Come on——!!!”

Link drew the spear from his shoulder and roared toward the sky, like the cry of a wounded beast.

The Eagle Army and the Royal Guards attacked from both sides, causing the already demoralized bandits to quickly fall into defeat, while Nancy and Margaret also showed their skills.

Nancy no longer chanted large-scale destructive spells, and only occasionally cast fireballs, which would fall at the most critical moments.

Margaret was like a fish in water in this environment. She didn't have to do much. She just had to mobilize her curse power to transform into crows to distract the horse thieves who were extremely nervous, and they would naturally be torn to pieces by the angry Eagle Army.

The battle soon came to an end.

The horse bandits left behind a field of corpses, but were not completely wiped out. Some of them jumped onto war horses, evaded the pursuit of the personal soldiers, and fled far away.

"Don't chase after a desperate enemy." Raven rode his horse to the front, shook off the blood on the blade of his rapier, and said solemnly: "Clean up the battlefield immediately and treat the wounded!"

"Yes, sir!" Simon, looking pale, bowed and stepped back.

“Brother!” Weisdong came over, raised his visor, with a smile on his face, and said in a voice that was a little apprehensive, but also a little proud: “I… we succeeded!”

The moment he saw Visdon, Raven was stunned for a moment, then he showed a gentle smile: "Well done, your mother will be proud of you."

“Yeah!” Weisdong’s eyes suddenly turned red, and he nodded heavily: “Brother, I thought I would never see you again…”

"It's all over." Raven sighed and patted his shoulder gently.

Just then, a shrill scream was heard.

"Mosingam--!" That was Volaf's voice, and there was even a hint of crying in his trembling tone.

Raven quickened his pace and walked over, his face tense.

At this time, Mosingam was lying in Volav's arms, his eyes were half open and half closed, his face was pale, and his breathing was weak.

The most horrifying thing was his stomach, which was cut open horizontally with a large wound. The skin and flesh were rolled up, revealing yellow fat. His colorful intestines were exposed and kept wriggling with his breathing.

Volav held Mosingam's shoulders, his body trembling. He wanted to wake Mosingam up, but he didn't know how to do it.

Waves of memories came flooding back.

He and Mosingam joined the army at the same time and trained together, competing with each other to see who was better. Formations, gun handling, battle formations, and even eating were all areas of competition between the two of them.

After the battle of Anderson, the two of them went from being competitors to close comrades-in-arms.

After the battle, everyone was having fun at the Pink Mansion. The two of them drank too much and couldn't find a toilet, so they relieved themselves at the door.

Afterwards they were fined dozens of copper coins. They emptied their pockets but still had nothing. In the end it was Chief Eric who paid to fill the hole.

Later, Simon left and Mosingam took his place. The two met less often, but their relationship remained harmonious. They even said that their children would become in-laws in the future.

It all seems like it happened just yesterday.

"Wake up, brother, wake up...!"

As if he heard Volaf's call, Mosingam's body suddenly trembled, and he vomited a mouthful of blood foam. He finally opened his eyes with difficulty, but his eyes were out of focus and his hands kept groping.

Volav grabbed his hand.

Mosing Gan tried to exert force with his arms but was unable to sit up. More blood foam came out of his mouth and he stammered as if he wanted to say something.

Volaf quickly lowered his head and put his ear close to hear Mosingam's weak voice:

"take me Home……"

Tears instantly blurred Volav's eyes. He tightly grasped Mosingan's hand and burst into tears:
"it is good……!"

"Volaf." Raven's voice sounded.

"Yes, Baron!" Volaf raised his head and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, but blood marks were left on his face.

"Wash your hands with beer first, and stuff his intestines back." Raven put the water bag and a healing potion on the ground, "Then pour the healing potion into his mouth."

"The rest is up to him."

Everyone thought that Mosing Gan was doomed to die, but he didn't expect that he still had a chance to survive. A hint of surprise appeared on Volaf's face. He nodded heavily and began to treat Mosing Gan's wound according to what Raven said.

After the whole process was completed, a hint of red appeared on Mosing Gan's sallow face. Although his breathing was weak, it became stable. However, he had a high fever and it was unknown whether he could hold on.

The work of cleaning up the battlefield is gradually coming to an end.

Raven stood in the position, without much joy of victory on his face.

When they set out, there were as many as 127 people, but now, even including the seriously injured, there are less than 50 people left.

Nearly 60% of the battle damage!
After counting all the people, Raven found that there was one person missing, and his heart sank: "Where's Eric?"

"My Lord Baron, Commander Eric... has gone after Eugene!" Link, who was wrapped in bandages, stepped forward and said, "Commander Eric said that if this man doesn't die and is used by other bandits, he will become a major threat to the Eagle Territory!"

Raven nodded slowly. He could understand Eric's decision. Eugene came from the Iron Legion and had received professional military training. If he learned the tactics used by the Eagle Army in this battle, it would indeed be a big trouble.

"Rest here for two hours." Raven ordered, "After two hours, regardless of whether Eric comes back or not, set off immediately!"

At the same time, in the snow and wind, two horses were chasing each other.

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(End of this chapter)