Chapter 618: Wind Poem

Latest website: Three months later, Mozwa, the former capital of Ruhrna.

The morning breeze flows in the air, bringing distant water mist and coolness.

The towering walls are silent, not without people. In fact, the walls are

almost full of soldiers and extraordinary people who are waiting in line. They

are neatly dressed, armed with muskets, sabers on their waists, and they are

wearing cold clothes. The most excellent armor in the Frost Union is not only

light, but also has a good defense.

Now these soldiers in the city are gathered on the stacked city wall that

stretches for more than ten kilometers, looking at the direction outside the

city.

In the morning mist-filled wilderness, from the slightly revealed outline, one

can see the neat and terrifying square formations. Even the tip of the iceberg

that occasionally appears in the clouds and fog, it clearly shows the huge

number of people in it.

When 100 people line up, people will feel very neat and beautiful. When 1,000

people line up, people will feel it is very heroic. When 10,000 people line up

in line, people will feel a heavy sense of oppression. When tens of thousands

of people line up in fronts that are several kilometers long, fill your

vision, and trample on the ground, there will be a shocking sense of

suffocation.

And in the end, when the number of people reaches 1 million, the advancing

army will be like mountains and plains, endless, flying flags and flags will

rise and fall like a real ocean, and the small sense of personal existence

will be almost desperate. Swallowed by the huge.

It’s hard to imagine how such a huge army and soldiers can be so neat and

consistent. Under that terrible discipline, the standing postures and spears

are like cast iron, and the rows of sharp blades and armor , In the faint

light of the morning light, shimmering shimmering waves are reflected, the

ocean of steel, the wave of blades, and endless layers of army formations.

Even if these troops haven't attacked yet, they are just standing quietly on

the wilderness outside the city. The sense of oppression is like falling from

the sky, pressing in the hearts of all defenders.

"I...we...really...want to fight against such...enemy...enemy...?" A young

soldier trembled and asked his companion beside him in shock. Even the newly

issued Li's fine musket and armor in his hand could not bring him any sense of

security.

"I pray... don't do this." The soldier next to him took a deep and trembling

breath, then closed his eyes and prayed, hoping that the big man above would

give up altogether. After all, they were once members of the Xuehua Seven

Kingdoms, so they should not abuse their opponents like the Verdant Empire.

On the other side, on the Twelve Clock Tower in Mozwa, several representatives

of factions in dark clothes looked at the distant scene.

"Is this day finally here?" The voice of a certain mage representative was

sad, lost, and sad.

"The 1.2 million army of Crancia has surrounded the entire city. We have no

retreat except the coast on the south side."

"I'm afraid the sea road is just another abyss. Don't forget our old friends

and opponents, those of the Hinayue Council, must be waiting for us at sea."

"Up to now, even if you invite those Sequence 9 Highnesses to go down, I am

afraid it will be irreversible. According to our intelligence and the vague

perception outside the city, there are four Sequence 9s behind the opponent's

array."

"The new pope has also come. Although the church cannot interfere with the

world, she can take the name of the sage society and stop our adults from

leaving."

"In this way, our last resistance seems to have become a joke, haha...cough

cough." There was bitterness and coughing in the laughter, and the mage was

afraid of hitting the guardrail in front of him, and his old face was unaware.

When did we shed tears.

"Why, why, it will become like this in the end." The voice was filled with

imitation, loss, and unwillingness.

"Does the inheritance of more than ten generations of doctrines and concepts

have to be interrupted before I wait." Another representative of the mage sat

down on a chair beside him, leaning against the cold wall, and staring blankly

at the dome in the tower. Scenes of scenes came to mind.

Innocent and lively as a child, pride in being praised by parents when he was

young, pride in being a master when he was young, happiness in marrying a

teacher’s daughter as his wife, becoming a new leader of the school, greatly

expanding the advancement of technology, and creating things by oneself. The

pleasure of large-scale domestic promotion.

How beautiful and smooth everything used to be, but these are about to break

like a dream, sinking into the abyss with this country.

Unlike the low-level soldiers and middle-level ordinary mages, the leaders of

their factions, the apex of power in the Ruhrna country, and the advocates and

initiators of war are destined to not be forgiven by the enemy, and once the

Frost Alliance is defeated, They will have nowhere to stay. Even if they

escape here, the companions in the future will be chased and killed by the

enemy until the end of their lives.

"No, no, no! We can't accept such a failure, there must be a way, there must

be." His voice was painful, unwilling, and crazy.

"I'm going to see those two Highnesses." The representative of the faction

stumbled down the stairs and ran towards a hidden corner of the city.

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Outside the city, when the sun slowly rose from one side of the horizon, a

faint glow pierced the mist on the wilderness, and the tip of the gun and

armor all over the mountains also reflected bright light under the radiance of

the sun.

Long poles nearly twenty meters high are arranged in the military formation.

The tops of these poles are hung like banners, with a pure white background,

golden spikes as the sides, and a Crancia badge pattern in the middle. At the

same time, there are bright red ribbons on both sides of the banner.

As the sea breeze blows slightly, this flag is drawn in an oblique arc in the

air, and the red ribbon shows the trajectory of the wind, making a strong

sound of wind. And such banners are arranged in a line like a wind curtain,

drowning everyone's vision.

Every 100 meters, they are connected into a line, like a wind curtain, such as

layer after layer, the white background Jin Sui Feng that these layers advance

is an endless iron cast army formation.

Facing a legion whose vision could not be counted, many of the defenders began

to tremble in their legs and stood unsteadily, as if they would be crushed

into mud by this almost desperate army at any time.

And so far ~www.mtlnovel.com~ As the desolate and distant horn sounded, these

solid and iron formations slowly moved forward.

tread--

The neat footsteps sounded like a giant hammer in the hands of a god, beating

the uneven ground. And as these soldiers moved forward, that flag also moved

forward, as if overwhelming, bringing shocking oppression.

In the vast wilderness, Mana’s radiance is connected together, and the

turbulent magic power is like a boiling sea of flames. Even if there are

many magic cannons and wizards shooting at the city, such an attack is like

dropping a stone in the sea. It was immediately crushed and submerged.

Even the magnificent army that Roland, the founding king of the West Wind,

failed to achieve, was achieved by a new country just a few years after the

West Wind broke.

It's just as depicted in the poem.

The wind-like flags form a white ocean in the wilderness.

And they marched toward glory and faith until the end of the world.