She Is Not a Witch Chapter 136: The Year of the Iron Spear

"It's not a witch()"

1684 of the Third Age, 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 independence uprising occurred in the northern part of the Westerly Country, which has existed for hundreds of years, and then spread to the entire country like a prairie fire.

The Frost Rose was established in Rulna and began a centralized rule. In the same year, the Verga Business Alliance, one of the Seven Kingdoms of Snow, was split, part of it was merged into Frost Rose, and the other part was united with the Hinayue Council in the south, and it was announced that it was separated from the Union of Snow. Independence.

At the end of summer, the rebel army of the West Wind Country defeated the Duke of the Rock Wall in the north, and went south in a big way. In the early autumn, they encountered the legendary Flash Knights in the wind-breathing wilderness. The stars fell to the world and the Flash Knights were all destroyed. The rebels defeated tragically, and only one-third of the original core elite remained.

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 capital’s 100,000 garrison, a total of about 400,000 troops, in the city of Soland and The 200,000 troops of Crancia 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 transferred people to support, and then revolted in the wilderness on the west side. The army took advantage of the darkness and began to attack the city, and the drums shook the sky.

The royal 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 siege began, the gate of the uprising army began to push the wells and rush vehicles, and the torches swimming in the dark wilderness caused a great psychological deterrent to the defenders, but it only lasted 2 rounds. The siege The troops retreated, and then a fireboat laden with 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 transferred, the west began to attack again. At this time, the two sides were attacked, the city was full of flames, and the people were panicked. The king gave an order to divide the defending army into two, each guarding things, and no longer exhausting their lives and stamina.

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 to fight with the defenders. street fighting.

Although there are many defenders, the organization has been disorganized due to the previous adjustments, 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. In the melee, a large number of routs, reversals, and surrenders were all defeated for a time.

At this time, the white horse tribes stationed outside the city to guard each other also attacked. The white horse's flag fluttered. Unfortunately, in the dark, the field of vision was limited, which was not good for the cavalry. The traps and trenches were prepared by the Croatian military. It was blocked and waited for the defeat of the rebel army that was delayed outside the city before rushing to the outskirts of the northern side of the capital.

With the help of the fire on the city wall, the 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 blockade the city again. The door, ready to catch the turtles in the urn of the insurgents entering the city, trapped them to death, 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. They had steel armor all over their bodies, and their sharp spears reflected a faint golden light in the morning light, although the number of people Not much, 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 sucked into the lungs, the chest is like a bellows violently ups and downs, and the heart is like a ball of flames. Burning, so hot, so violent, so impatient.

From childhood to adulthood, from books, from the mouths of others, from the sighs of the elders, I 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 burns 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, fiery 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 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 covered with arrows and stood on the hill of corpses, with a wide ear cut off. In the gap, thick and dark red blood slowly flowed, and the knight's helmet on his head had also been torn off by the enemy long ago, not knowing where it rolled off.

The long sword equipped with it 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 ~ IndoMTL.com~ brought a small stream of blood, he staggered back a few steps before slowly stabilizing his body, and looking around, there are no living enemies, nor 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 unable to see his smile, and then he raised his head and fell down.

[Old man, I have done 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 to no longer hurt, and his limbs began to slowly numb.

Is it going to end here, Kanda thought, but he was not as excited as he used to be. Instead, there was a kind of peace and satisfaction.

I used to be weak, the long-cherished wish of the race, and my father’s instructions. These pasts 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 longer so 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 autumn, a group of orcs and rabbit ears joined Crancia. This once humble and weak race in everyone’s eyes shined on the battlefield, and the white steel cavalry broke the last of the west wind. Expectations extinguished the last expectation of the nobles. 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 he began to compose his brilliant and moving epic.

A pair of hands covered Kanda's eyes, blocking the dazzling sunlight, and then 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."