Proof of the Sun King

In late autumn, the cold air and the damp wind blow over the high ground of the gray mountains. It is gloomy and humid, the sky is still drizzling, and there are many defects on the fragile tent canvas, but it can barely withstand the rain. .

Inside the tent, the weak flames on the pyre were burning with crackling, and everyone in the tent was sleeping peacefully. They used simple blankets to spread on the muddy and slippery green grass, and slept in their clothes.

Naturally, it is the Earl's halberdier regiment that has such excellent living conditions.

The army has gradually approached the Blackstone stronghold. Although there were no large-scale wars along the way, there were still many small-scale encounters. The scattered undead were active in the wild, and the knight army defeated them one by one and completely eliminated them. Only the army of the undead, the knights will gather the soldiers together and preach how they have saved the country from the hands of the greenskin, the chaos, the undead, and they will show their courage to punish evil and evil, young ranger knights He also especially likes to point fingers at the serfs' practices that are not in line with the spirit of chivalry, but order them to search the dead for the relics of the dead.

For the sake of income, for the sake of living, the serfs had to do the same.

Outside, the sky was already showing a hint of fish belly white, and dawn was about to come.

The halberdier Raymond felt that he could not sleep. He turned over and put on his equipment, a sturdy breastplate, a blue and white tights, leather gloves, and a halberd and a short knife around his waist. Raymond's own equipment Wearing it on his body, he noticed that the flames of the pyre were already very weak. The young halberdier took out a piece of wet wood and stuffed it into the pyre, opened the curtain, and walked out of the tent.

He took out a small square box from his arms, and in the first ray of morning light, he started his prayer: "My Lord God of Justice, your believer Raymond prays to you here."

The young halberdier's brown hair was a little disheveled, and his slightly wheatish skin had blue eyes under his skin. His complexion was ruddy and healthy. There was some early confusion in his sanity, and he had an indescribable frenzy. Days ago, he and his halberd tasted the first blood of the undead monster.

The small square box was opened, and the holy image of justice carved out of stone appeared in front of Raymond's eyes. This icon was not well made. The **** of justice held a war hammer and a scale, and looked at Raymond with empty eyes quietly.

"My Lord God of Justice, I pray to you here. With your blessing, I have walked another day's journey. When the dawn comes and the darkness fades, I know that this is another day blessed by you. ."

"Today is my twentieth birthday. Thank you my Lord. Twenty years later, your grace has made me strong."

"I'll still be weak, I'll still be afraid, I'll still fall, it's the power of your high celestial throne that blesses me and gives me the courage to face it all, my loyalty will be as always, for you I'm not afraid of death Don't be afraid of pain, my Lord God of justice, please use your righteous warhammer to judge everything, please use your just heaven to balance everything, although I don't know tomorrow's road, but I know very well that you are in charge of tomorrow, you hold my hand."

"And I will use my halberd and my faith to prove myself. May you honor me."

"Prayer is over." Raymond raised his head, the morning light of dawn broke through the clouds, the entire camp of the Knights Road army had awakened, the knights were looking for their horses and squires, the war machines belonging to the dwarves were moving slowly, in the muddy land Deep ditches were ploughed up, and the sound of drums resounded through the ground.

The rain in the sky is getting heavier, and in the distance, the horn belonging to the undead army seems to be resounding in the distance. Raymond clenched the halberd in his hand. He knew that it was not an illusion or something else. On Soleaux's road to the Blackrock stronghold, small-scale battles have been fought several times, and the soldiers are no longer unfamiliar with the undead.

"Great prayer, young man." The sergeant in green with a three-cornered hat came to Raymond's side: "So today is your birthday?"

"Yes, Mr. Bertrand." Raymond picked up his helmet, the feathers on the helmet had long since disappeared in a previous battle. This made the halberdier in the helmet look bald, but he was sincerely thankful that it was the feather, not his head, that was missing.

"Happy birthday, soldier." Bertrand handed over his kettle: "Imperial Stout."

"Thank you." Raymond took the kettle and took a full sip. The strong taste of the dark beer made the halberds excited, and he returned the kettle to Bertrand: "I hope today will not be my last birthday. "

"Huh." Bertrand shook his head, and he motioned for Raymond to look around.

The army was assembling under the orders of the knights. There were 4,000 knights shouting to indicate that they were ready to fight. The lords led their respective armies and shouted their numbers to let the soldiers gather.

The army of the Duchy of Bastogne in red and yellow, the army of the Duchy of Winford in blue and white, the army of the Duchy of Montfort in black and white, and the army of dwarves in armor, they are at dawn Gradually gather under the light.

Lords, knights, warriors, serfs, each perform their duties.

The cold wind is howling, and the white snow on the peaks of the gray mountains is watching the army of the Knights Road. The towering peaks witnessed the stories of the first generation of knights Arthur and the first generation of Holy Grail Knights, Duke of Montfort, thousands of years ago. the legend.

In the process of marching, mountain winds continued to pour in from the northeast toward the army, and the horizon in the distance had become blurred. As the army advanced, the land gradually became dark, and the corruption of the undead spread on the earth. , the woods have all withered under the influence of vampire corruption, they are like dying old people, completely huddled together.

The oncoming mountain wind carries the smell of dead bones and the characteristic damp smell of tombs, and the rushing water of the upper Grismaurray quickly washes both sides of the river.

The undead army is approaching.

"Prepare for battle! The Earl's soldiers, you understand your responsibilities, you know what you should do, you usually enjoy the Earl's salary, you live in a good house, you enjoy many tax breaks in the territory, you are in the Earl Everyone in the territory is respected, and you know why!" The Holy Grail Knight, Ryan's flag-holder Armand holding Ryan's flag, he shouted at the serf soldiers: "Now, use your performance to repay It's time for the count, for glory! For Ryan! For the gods you each believe in! For your homeland!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! For the homeland!" the soldiers shouted, raising their weapons.

Raymond swept his gaze from the army formation.

Out of honor, the large group of knights led by Lord Lane and the Duke of François were almost all assembled on the left flank. They were gorgeously dressed and neatly arranged. The lances supported the backbone of the army like a forest. There is a kingdom knight leading, and each team of kingdom knights... has a Holy Grail knight at the forefront of the line!

The Holy Grail, the family coat of arms, the glorious banners describing various great deeds fluttering in the drizzle, so gorgeous, so solemn, so military, is what the most powerful knight in the old world should look like!

The front of the central army is composed of a large number of infantry regiments, halberdiers, spearmen, sword and shield soldiers, and the Imperial Free Militia regiments were formed one after another. They got a lot of archers, crossbowmen and dwarves. With the support of the gunners, behind them, a group of rangers from the wood elves and the thunder gunners and artillerymen from the dwarves were standing at the end of the front line with a proud posture.

Those guys who wear green hoods and keep secret all day long can shoot up to 300 meters with their bows and arrows!

On the right flank, Belgar-Hammer, king of the Angrond clan, swore that he and his army would fight for honor and never step back.

The female courtier from the Earl of Lane, the elder lady of Garland, Veronica Bernadotte and her light magic vehicle provided enough security and confidence for the army. Raymond swallowed and found himself holding a halberd. hands are shaking.

Damn, not at this time, Raymond! You have to remember who gave you everything, your mother and your brother are waiting for you to go back!

The young serf clenched the halberd tightly, and looked into the distance.

The undead appeared. As always, those undead zombies who were huge and tireless appeared first. These zombie legions were everywhere, and their formation was a mess. The only way for these stupid and willless beasts to win is to rely on numbers to win. .

They couldn't break through our army formation, and Raymond subconsciously set his eyes on his comrades.

The sturdy army formations were neatly arranged with clear lines. The dense formations of halberds and spears gleamed in the morning light. The soldiers covered each other and their compatriots. The moisture of the morning was inhaled into their lungs. They were both nervous and a little bit nervous. Holding the weapon in his hand tightly, soldiers kept shouting to boost morale.

The footsteps of the undead were approaching, the huge noise, the stench of the carrion and the unconscious muttering of the zombies made Raymond feel a mess in his brain, and he kept hinting to himself, don't worry about these zombies, they will not cause any harm to him. Threat, in his previous battle, he could easily deal with five or six zombies alone.

"Steady! Soldiers, don't waste your ammunition and arrows on those zombies!" The voice of the kingdom knight Hux shuttled through the crowd. This knight is usually in charge of training, and he has a high prestige in the infantry regiment. , especially under the appointment of the Dukes of François and Frcade, he was given the power to command all infantry: "Don't shoot! Don't shoot at the zombies!"

The soldiers nodded in order to obey the order. Under their control, the group of zombies that had not been attacked by artillery and long-range weapons approached the army formation.

What responded to them was a dense array of spears. The infantrymen shouted and stabbed the spear tips of the spears into the bodies of the zombies, waving the halberds, and the fragile and unarmored zombies were immediately torn to pieces by sharp weapons, such as Slipped like rags.

"Kill!" Raymond stood on the spot, the halberd in his hand pierced the head of a zombie with a forceful thrusting action, and the muscles of his arms either stretched or tightened with the master's movements. .

It's like cutting meat, just like cutting meat.

Raymond tried his best not to let himself carry that heavy guilt, and he chanted the holy name of the God of Justice in his heart: "I can do it."

The zombie tide is just like what the knights said. It looks terrifying, but it is actually a group of scumbags. After a short period of engagement, the serf infantry group immediately found that they could easily deal with these zombie groups, and the zombies moved slowly. , under the combat effectiveness.

The first wave, the second wave, and the two waves of zombie groups did not pose any threat to the soldiers at all. Likewise, the long-range weapons and muskets of the combined human and dwarf forces never fired once.

However, the undead army is not only a group of zombies.

It seems that the enemy also realized that the zombie group could not absorb damage, so in the distance, those really powerful armies began to appear.

It was dozens of dire wolves. The hungry wolves were dripping with saliva and running fast with their blood open. They cunningly hid themselves behind the zombies, ready to devour delicious human flesh.

Behind them, several skeleton legions are slowly pressing on.

But the coalition forces were already prepared, and the kingdom knight Hux on the warhorse raised his lance: "First formation, fire!"

"Fire!!!" the squad leader and company leader shouted, the crossbowmen and dwarf musketeers immediately obeyed and pulled the trigger towards the dire wolves.

Hundreds of muskets and hundreds of hand crossbows, bows and arrows were fired together. The gunpowder projectiles arrived first, and the most greedy dire wolves rushing to the front were engulfed by the flames. Figure runs through.

The first wave of firepower drowned the entire dire wolves, and when the salvo was over, only three dire wolves with arrows on their bodies survived.

The roar of the artillery then sounded, and the shells of the dwarf cannon exploded in the dense formation of the skeleton warrior army, blasting the skeleton army into pieces. , venting his joy, each cannonball can destroy the fragile bodies of dozens of skeleton warriors, blasting them to crumbs.

What boosted the morale of the soldiers even more was that even the Tomb Guard and the artillery that could not fight against the dwarves, when a Tomb Guard was trying to command the troops, a cannon shot hit its body on the spot. The seemingly indestructible plate armor was shattered by the cannon's flowering bomb. From the chest to the waist, the entire filthy body was blown into two pieces, the fire of the soul in the eyes was extinguished, and the remaining half of the body stood on the spot, and then fell.

"Nice!" Raymond couldn't help shouting. He used the halberd's tip to pierce a skeleton warrior's chest, and the halberd cut off another skeleton warrior's head. All the infantrymen began to face the attack of the undead. In the roar of artillery and the volley of muskets, the crossbowmen battalion and the serf archer regiment also opened fire with all their strength. They shouted the holy name of the fairy in the lake and shot their hatred. to their enemies!

However, the efforts of mortals are far from enough.

The howls and shrieks from the undead resounded through the foothills of the Grey Mountains, echoing in the mountains, and more skeleton warriors and barren tomb guards rushed into the battlefield, the piercing howls almost drove Raymond crazy, he He could no longer hear his own breathing, and the halberdier barely pushed the enemy in front of him away. He found that the tide of the undead was not hindered by the powerful long-range firepower.

These undead creatures don't know what is tired or what is fear, they just move forward, the front falls, the back continues, the front blocks the footsteps behind, then push them to move on!

Thousands of undead tides began to drown the phalanx of the human army. The army's formation was still solid, but every skeleton warrior or barren tomb guard could make the array retreat or shake. When the gap became bigger and bigger, the first A group of serf infantry regiments that began to collapse appeared. The spears in their hands had been broken. The serf infantry had to face the rusted swords and rotten spears of the skeleton warriors. The infantry regiment was forced to retreat. Many serf infantry had died in battle. On the spot, more infantrymen slowly retreated.

The human body seems to be more fragile than the undead, the flesh is torn, the internal organs are pulled out, the serfs and infantry die in pieces, and a tomb evil spirit slaughtered at least half a dozen infantry in two or three times, but then it was killed several times. The muskets hit together and fell to the ground.

Crossbowmen and archers are still pouring arrows, dwarven thunder gunmen are still firing, and cannons cover the formation of the undead army, which can still emerge from the other side of the horizon.

"Ah ah ah!" The halberd in the hand of a halberdier next to Raymond unfortunately broke, and he was immediately stabbed by three spears in the arm, chest and abdomen. It fell apart and became several paragraphs~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Damn! "Raymond seized an empty moment and swung a halberd to chop down a skeleton warrior. The corpses of his siblings had been submerged by the corpse tide. The young soldier then gave up to grab the corpses of his compatriots. He knew that he could not move. His equally young halberdier immediately made up for it.

Three seconds later, the halberdier was beheaded by the deserted tomb guard, and another soldier made up for it again.

Human beings are resisting the attack of the undead with their flesh and blood.

The front is gradually retreating, and they cannot hold out for long.

The Count will not abandon us, Raymond firmly believed, the halberdier's arms were numb, he slowly retreated with the crowd, his comrades fell one by one, the fatigue tormented his body, and it was soaked even more. his soul.

The Count will not give up on us, and once again grasped the halberd hard, Raymond stabbed a rushing Dire Wolf with a standard thrust, he thought again.

"Beep~" The horn sounded from the west, and the dense hoofs covered some voices. Raymond's fragile hearing couldn't hear it exactly, but he was certain that it was a speech full of glory and faith.

The knights are ready to charge.

"Oh, I like this." The young soldier muttered to himself. He was about to call on his comrades to help the knights and gentlemen to fight back together, but he was quickly surprised by what he saw.

The same horn sounded in the undead army, and a large group of undead knights were entering the battlefield.

Above the sky, a giant beast with outstretched wings and a terrifying face spewed green flames and flew towards the human army - Raymond didn't know its name, but he knew that this beast must not be from their side. .

"Oh my God, the **** of justice is above." Fear lingered in Raymond's heart, and he retreated again and again with trembling all over.

"I do not like this."