Chapter 65: An ideal country that is approaching

These knights wearing mountain copper armors lined up in a triangle-like

formation on the Gobi Desert from slow to fast. As the speed of the war horse

increases, the scenery next to them retreats rapidly, and the black cloak on

the back follows that of the war horse. Ups and downs, tumbling in the gale

like waves.

The charging knights brought billowing smoke and dust in the wilderness, steel

horseshoes slammed into the ground, and potholes were cut in the ground, and

the dull sound shocked the soldiers on both sides like the violent beating of

drums.

Orichalcum is an extremely heavy metal. A small piece of gold is heavier than

the same volume of gold. These cavalry are all in the same order of war. 2.

Bronze knights. This job agency focuses on strengthening its own physique and

bones, otherwise it cannot be worn. Its such a heavy armor. The war horses

under the crotch are also a special breed of part of the blood of beasts. With

the special ability of the bronze knight, part of the weight is directly

transmitted to the earth, so that it will not be crushed.

A mountain bronze cavalry running at full strength, the overall quality of

which is no less than that of a small truck in the previous life, so heavy and

solid, like a sledgehammer to crash into the enemy's formation.

"The rear discharge is slow, and every two teams are three meters away from

the front row!"

"The two wings move forward, moving slowly in the middle, in an inverted

triangle formation."

With the flag waving in the rear, the middle-level officer on Pullman's side

began to quickly adjust the formation, and the front line in the middle

gradually turned into an inverted V shape to better meet the impact.

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Among the spearmen in the middle of the rebel formation, a young man named

Kevin is also one of them. At this moment, he is standing in the array, his

eyes are looking forward, and the copper-colored heavy ride that lifts up the

dust is rapidly growing in the field of vision. The trembling sound, the roar

of the officer, the collision of guns, and the rapid gasping in his chest. At

this tense and frightened moment, his brain was blank, just instinctively

following the movements of his comrades.

Before he could react, these galloping heavy-armored knights had hit the

spears in front of them. Suddenly, one spear was broken directly, and there

was a sad sound, and the soldiers in the first row were directly smashed into

flesh. , The scattered blood flew high and fell on his face.

The blood fell from the eyebrows, across the face, and into the lips. The

blood smelled of iron.

In just an instant, those familiar faces that had been training together

turned into ** flesh, and fell down in front of him, unable to wait for him

to have any sorrow and fear. These terrifying cavalry had already pierced

through the seven rows of long spears. At this time, he could even see the

lines on the armor of the opposing cavalry.

"Go ahead, Crancia!" his comrades screamed, and his ears were temporarily deaf

with a violent sound.

"Go forward, Crancia!" Kevin also yelled out, a hoarse voice coming out of his

chest, venting out fear and fear.

They clenched their long spears, and instead of retreating, they moved

forward. The sound of gold and iron screamed on the battlefield. The spears

were broken, their bodies were knocked off, and their bones were crushed by

horseshoes.

For these mountain bronze cavalry, this is also an extremely shocking scene.

Many of them have experienced wars with barbarians. Even those barbarians who

are warlike and fearless of death will panic and flee when they reduce their

troops by 30%, and finally lose. Falling down like a mountain, they were

chased and killed like sheep.

However, this time the enemy was completely different. The occult cavalry used

a lance to knock the head of a pikeman away. The white and red were mixed

together and splashed directly on the enemy behind. In previous battles, I saw

such ** nausea. They should have broken up and begged for mercy a long time

ago.

But no, not only was the enemy not kneeling down and begging for mercy, but

also everyone else. These enemies are not dead spirits, they are still yelling

and moving forward.

But what about it, they are not afraid to kill one, then kill three, kill one

hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, until they are scared, the occult cavalry

keep advancing.

"Put down the spear and move forward!"

The officers in the rear were still screaming for command. Soldiers lined up

in a neat line, with their spears moving forward, like an endless wave, even

if they crossed one floor, there was a next floor.

The inverted V-shaped formation is like a huge pocket that wraps these

mountain bronze cavalry. Once the cavalry pierces its front line and turns the

horse's head, it will get a wide running and acceleration space. When it is

attacked back and forth, the front line will be shattered. . Therefore, the

soldiers in the middle must defend this line of defense even if they

desperately die, otherwise all sacrifices will be in vain.

Crancia, which means the land favored by the stars. It is not an illusory and

distant dream. The classics handed down by the Great Sage Lorrain Hill truly

describe how this country is formed. From the independent election of the

people, the structure of society, the composition and boundaries of national

rights, to the obligations and benefits of each individual, it is fully and

practically displayed to everyone.

If you have never seen the light, it will not be strange even if it is dark.

But that day, a light broke through the wall and shone into this dark and

rotten corner. For the first time, the sunken life saw the beautiful and

magnificent scenery outside the window. The fragrance of flowers floated in

from outside the house, so alluring, so admiring, so longing .

A seed germinated, and the impulse in my heart could no longer be endured,

even if it was only one step forward, even if it was just a little closer, I

wanted to see the bright world, I wanted to live in the country full of

flowers, I wanted to break free of it. Heavy shackles for hundreds of

years~www.mtlnovel.com~Go forward, Crancia! "

A soldier of the uprising army struggled from the ground, firmly grasping the

horse hoof of the cavalry, his legs were already broken, blood was spitting in

his mouth, and he murmured and roared.

The companion who saw this scene in the back couldn't help but blurred his

eyes with tears, clenched the spear, and struggling forward, shouting loudly.

"Go ahead, Crancia!"

will never stop, even if the head is broken and the blood is spilled on the

earth. Because, following the revelation of the Great Sage Lorrain Hill, the

ideal country is already in sight.

"Go ahead, Crancia!"

The eyes of the rebels on the battlefield were blood red, and their former

fellow villagers, friends, and relatives died in battle, but they would never

give up or kneel down to beg for mercy again, even if death pierced the body

like a sharp sword.

The fierce battlefield is like a flesh-and-blood mill, frantically strangling

lives, and the Westwind's coalition forces and the rebels are also fighting

together.

Layers of long spears, under the terrifying discipline, are in concert,

interspersed and harvested one by one. The private soldiers of the nobles who

were just for some money were reduced by 20%, and they retreated and fled.

Anyway, find one when the time comes. As soon as the place hides, after the

wind is over, they can come out and eat. After all, the nobles in any place

need their experienced veterans.

The front of the west wind gradually collapsed. After losing the support of

the two wings, the mountain bronze cavalry in the middle was gradually

surrounded by the rebels. They wanted to speed up and escape. It is a pity

that these fierce fighters fought firmly with them and did not give them. Its

any room to move and accelerate.

The spear pierced and pierced a cavalryman from the horse. The sharp dagger

was inserted through the gap in the mask, and blood flowed out of the helmet.

After the war, the mountain bronze legion of the Duke of the Rock was

exhausted, leaving only a few war horses, screaming in the sunset.