Chapter 141: Year of the Iron Spear

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In the Third Age, 1684, the year of the iron spear.

This year will also be described in the history books in the future. At the

beginning of the year, an independent uprising took place in the northern part

of the Westerly Country, which had existed for hundreds of years, and then

began to spread to the entire country like a prairie fire.

Frost Rose was established in Ruhrna and began a centralized rule. In the same

year, the Verga Business Alliance, one of the Seven Snow Countries, was split,

part of it was merged into Frost Rose, and the other part united with the Hina

Moon Council in the south, separated from the Snow Alliance, and declared

independence.

At the end of summer, the rebels of the West Wind Country defeated the Duke of

the Rock Wall in the north, and went south in a big way. In early autumn, they

encountered the legendary Flash Knights in the wind-breathing wilderness. The

stars came to the world, and the Flash Knights were completely destroyed. Win,

only one-third of the original core elite remains.

The Westwind royal family summoned 50,000 warriors from the White Horse tribe,

hired 20,000 halberd iron guards from the Black Rock Principality, and

recruited 200,000 troops from the royal capital’s 100,000 garrisons, a total

of about 400,000 troops, in the city of Soland and Crancia. The 200,000 troops

confronted each other.

The night before, a small group of elites should open the river gate to the

east, and a small boat full of dead branches and hay sneaked into the city.

Then it caused fire and chaos. The city’s defenders urgently mobilized people

to support. Later, in the wilderness on the west side, the rebels took

advantage The night began to attack the city, and the drums shook the sky.

The capital was in chaos for a while, and Prince Flick, who was in charge of

defending the city, immediately made a decisive decision, leaving a small

group of enemy troops on the east side to block the infiltration, and then the

garrison went to the west to support.

After the start of the siege, the rebel gate began to push the wells and rush

vehicles, and the torches swimming in the dark wilderness caused a great

psychological deterrent to the defenders. However, after only 2 rounds, the

siege troops retreated. After getting off, a fireboat full of explosives

descended upstream from the upstream and blasted the river gate on the east

side.

At this time, the defenders woke up like a dream, and transferred most of the

elite to the east again, but after most of them were mobilized, the west began

to attack again. At this time, the two sides were attacked, the city was full

of flames, and the people were in panic. Divide the defending army into two,

each guarding things, no longer exhausted and exhausted.

By this time, the night was dark, and the city gate on the north side of the

capital was opened by the people organized in the city in the chaos. The army

of Crancia filed in, quickly controlled a large area, and began street

fighting with the defenders.

Although there are a lot of defenders, the organization has been scattered due

to the previous movement, and the physical strength is also extremely

exhausted. In addition, the 200,000 people who are temporarily recruited are

mostly farmers who have not experienced military training and combat will. A

large number of them have been in the melee. Fleeing, reversing, and

surrendering, the army was defeated like a mountain for a time.

At this time, the white horse tribes stationed outside the city to guard each

other also attacked. The white horse's banner fluttered. Unfortunately, in the

dark, the vision was limited, which was not good for the cavalry. It was

blocked by the traps and trenches prepared by the Croatian military. After

defeating the insurgents that had been delayed outside the city, they rushed

to the outskirts of the northern side of the capital.

With the help of the fire light on the city wall, these warriors on the

grassland and the rebels stationed outside the city gates fought ** battles.

Soon the few rebels left behind were charged through the formation, and the

warriors of the White Horse tribe began to re-block the city gates and prepare

Caught turtles in the urn of the insurgent army entering the city, trapped

them to death, and the sky was also bright.

At this time, another white banner appeared on the hill, facing the rising

sun. The pure white banner was covered by a black sun. Their steel armors and

sharp spears reflected a faint golden light in the morning light, although

there were not many people. But it has an indomitable momentum.

The pure white battle flag blasted fiercely in the early morning wind, and the

silver-white lances of stainless steel were slowly plated with a layer of

gold. Facing enemies dozens of times their own, they began to charge.

It seems that the front is not a battlefield full of death, but a glorious

stage where thousands of years of shame can be vented. The cool air in the

morning is inhaled into the lungs, and the chest rises and falls like a

bellows, and the heart is like a flame burning, so Hot, so intense, so

impatient.

From childhood to adulthood, from books, from the mouths of others, from the

sighs of the elders, they have been narrating the shame of their clan, but who

would like this feeling. Everyone came to this world with the good

expectations and blessings of their parents, and they also had repressed pride

and unwillingness in their hearts.

This kind of pride and desire burned fiercely in the chest at this moment,

overwhelming all anxiety and fear.

The galloping knights plunged into the enemy's formation like a sharp knife,

bringing countless blood, blazing and golden lances, melting gold and breaking

iron, penetrating the armor and body of one enemy after another, facing the

enemy's bow and long knife, never before. Tired, never flinched, never

regretted.

They started mass casualties, but they also took away ten times more enemies.

At noon, the scraps of flesh and blood slipped from the armor. The original

white flag was dyed a messy dark red. Kanda was full of arrows, standing on

the hill where the corpses was piled up, with a wide gap in his ears. The dark

red blood was flowing slowly, and the knight's helmet on his head was also

torn off by the enemy long ago, not knowing where it fell.

The equipped long sword had been broken in the melee, only the lance full of

gaps was thrown in his hand and stuck on the enemy's corpse.

Pulling out this solid lance ~www.mtlnovel.com~ brought a small stream of

blood, he swayed back a few steps before slowly stabilizing his body, and

looking around, there are no living enemies or standing. Teammates.

On the distant castle, a banner of Venus on a blue background gradually rose,

and cheers came from the city.

He grinned, his blood-stained face couldn't see his smile, then he raised his

head and fell.

[Old man, I did everything you told me back then. Now you won't blame me

anymore. ]

The sky at noon was bright, and the dazzling light of the sun gradually

blurred his vision, the wounds on his body seemed no longer painful, and his

limbs began to slowly numb.

Is it coming to an end here, Kanda thought, but he was not as excited as he

used to be. Instead, there was a kind of peace and satisfaction.

Once weak, the long-cherished wish of the race, and the father’s instructions,

these past have been suppressed in my heart like wrinkled cloth, but today

they are smoothed by the hot iron. No regrets, death seems to be acceptable,

no No matter how abhorrent and fearful.

He slowly closed his eyes and quietly waited for the last moment to come.

In the year of the iron spear, at the end of the autumn, a group of orcs and

rabbit ears joined Crancia. This once humble and weak race in everyone’s eyes

shined on the battlefield. The white steel cavalry dispelled the West Wind’s

last expectation. The last expectation of the nobles was extinguished. In the

chaos, the insurgents broke through the Westerly palace and ended their

hundreds of years of rule.

The name Crancia officially appeared in history and began to compose his

brilliant and moving epic.

His hands were covered in front of Kanda's eyes, blocking the dazzling

sunlight, and then the warm magic power began to flow in his body, and then a

soft voice sounded in his ears.

"I can't rest yet, Mr. Captain."