She Is Not a Witch Chapter 212: Unsung heroes
The pale red empire, the province of Yinding in the south.
On the high mountain peaks, there are still remnants of barriers full of scorched marks, guarded by soldiers, and below is an endless sea of flags.
After the initial defeat, more reinforcements were sent from the rear of the empire. The flags representing the nobles in the middle of the empire gradually gathered, and the lords and their private soldiers began to support the general who was marching south.
The roaring cannons continued to shoot, and the meteors roared and fell, bombarding the barriers on the hillside.
Mud and smoke are flying, and the deafening sound makes people unable to calm down. There are sounds of artillery bombardment everywhere, enemy shooting, own counterattack, and the sound of horns charging forward.
Bronze-colored chariots rose from the bottom of the mountain and began to move up the mountain. go ahead.
These chariots are the trump cards of the 'Golden Mane Bear' army. They are extremely heavy, and one of them is like four elephants superimposed on the ground. It is unshakable and unstoppable.
There are fangs and horns in front of the chariot, which can spray high-temperature boiling 'blue snow flames'. Even steel can quickly melt into liquid in it. Arriving slowly, speed is probably the only fly in the ointment.
In the sky, giant dragons with shining scales hovered continuously. They were the few elites of the Sequence of Dragons in the empire.
These giant dragons, under the cover of artillery fire from the rear, flew over the open sky, raining flames from the sky, and burning the places behind the mountain that the artillery fire could not bombard.
In this noisy battlefield, a warrior covered in armor stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the bottom.
Feel the choking smoke coming slowly, the scorching fire blowing over the outer layer of the armor, and a scalding feeling coming from the skin.
Lorraine Hill's eyes under the mask slowly opened, and his eyes swept across the battlefield below, silently watching the chariots getting closer and closer, so close that they were about to reach the mountain where those barriers are.
It's time.
The 'unnamed' hero muttered in his heart, and then pulled the sword out of its sheath, making a gentle rubbing sound.
The long and narrow blade is extremely straight, giving people a solid and reliable aura. And as the warrior shook the sword together, bursts of air continued to surround the sword.
The high-speed swirling airflow brought a shrill whistling sound, and the edge of the blade even rubbed against the airflow to produce fine sparks, which made people startled.
Looking below, the barriers and bunkers began to lose to the advancing orichanite chariots, and this 'unknown' warrior also jumped from the sky.
A long red ribbon fluttered at the end of the hilt, while the sword body went straight up against the wind, smashing towards the heavy orichanous copper chariot amidst the shouts and shock of countless people.
When the metal was twisted and torn, there was a creaking sound, and the thick mountain copper was torn apart bit by bit in the constantly vibrating and rubbing sword body, revealing the panicked soldiers inside, and then the chariot rolled over and overturned, and The aftermath of the sword swing, behind the tearing car, brought up a burst of red sparks, floating on the smoky battlefield.
Raging power and violence swayed on the battlefield, and then the warrior held a long sword and began to gallop across the battlefield. The long and narrow sword was like fangs, tearing and overturning heavy chariots.
Sparks flew, blue flames passed by, and the burning armor sometimes reflected red like a soldering iron, causing traces of white gas to emerge from under the armor from time to time.
Pain, concussion, stuffy heat, choking, all kinds of uncomfortable feelings came from all over the body, so the girl under the armor sometimes had to tremble and close one eye.
Yes, she is a witch, she is also the original of the past, and the heir to the crown. There is no need to step into the battlefield in such a state of embarrassment, as long as she stands behind and commands easily.
However, if you want to have fewer casualties and sacrifices, sometimes you have to make such difficult moves.
People need hope, and the people need heroes, because a timid heart needs encouragement and role models, because inferiority needs courage to overcome, and because such a back view brings people incomparable belief and touch.
The indomitable figure cannot be replaced by any commander safely in the rear.
The people are smart, the people are stupid, and the people are simple. They are only willing to follow such heroes.
If it is just a remote command that is always at the rear, I am afraid that everyone will be disappointed in the end. What they need is a solid high wall that can withstand fire and cold wind, not fragile and precious gems.
So, it has reached the point where we can no longer wait and see.
After her companion arrived, she was finally able to join the battlefield with peace of mind.
Under the mask, those eyes slowly swept across the battlefield, and then swung the sword and galloped again, slashing down amidst countless gazes and screams, and chopped into the extremely heavy orichanite chariot.
The blue flames gushed out, scorching and suffocating the surrounding air, and the body under the armor was also hot and uncomfortable, but in the end there was no injury.
Thanks to Keti for her blessing, which protected this body from the high temperature of the flames. The free high-temperature particles flew away after touching the body, and did not continue to contact.
The long and narrow epee inserted into the chariot was slowly pulled out, creating a torn gap, and then the chariot was separated, and the soldiers inside scattered and fled.
The bronze front that had been climbing upwards began to collapse. A sprinting figure attracted the attention of countless people on the battlefield. With his actions, the battlefield began to slowly tilt.
"Bring me my battle axe." On the high platform, Bazel shouted.
"Yes,...but Mr. General, this..." The adjutant wanted to say something, but was stared at by Bazel's gnawing eyes, and he couldn't say anything.
This general is so powerful and conceited that under such circumstances, he cannot bear to stand in the audience and watch the battle.
The huge general's helmet was put on slowly. Under the bear's head carved in metal was a narrow horizontal bar, and then there were small holes pierced for breathing.
Holding a huge war ax in his hand, the general mounted a five-meter-tall horse and began to rush to the battlefield.
Looking at this unstoppable scene, the adjutant had no choice but to let all the elite guard knights follow up.
"Hurry up! Follow the general. If something happens to your lord, none of us can bear the consequences."
Under a burst of urging, knights in heavy armor also mounted their horses and kept up with them. They were all wearing full-body armor with a thickness of more than 10 millimeters, and the horses under them were also special 'Black Nightmare Blood Horses' , This kind of horse is a Sequence 3 magical beast, it can bear huge loads, and it can also withstand high temperatures. It is also an elite war horse after hundreds of years of breeding and improvement by the empire.
Touch one hair and move the whole body.
When these golden and bronze armored knights marched forward with heavy hoofbeats, the various legions of the empire were also encouraged, and began to blow the high horns of attack ~IndoMTL.com~ shouting forward.
"Boiling blood, the glory of the empire!"
"Rose blood moon, don't fall into the world!"
For the military merit, for the family, for the glory, for the wealth, and for everything that is extravagantly desired, the soldiers of the empire's legion also raised their fighting spirit and marched towards the front line.
On the other side of the hill, when the enemy's artillery fire gradually extinguished, flags fluttering in the wind slowly rose, and then soldiers in green and white uniforms appeared on the hill.
At this point in the war, there is no need for any verbal arguments, they will decide everything with their guns and swords.
"To open up a new future, ushering in an enlightened and just world, Dryerwood, move forward!"
Obviously they are the little white flowers on the snow mountain that no one cares about, but now they are blooming in the wild one by one, spreading silently.
In the cold winter and the year of famine, the seeds of civilization are forced to germinate.