Only a few people today remember that the Loans were once a wandering nomadic people before settling in the rich lands on the other side of the Grigori Gorge.
In fact, the word Luoan in the Luoan language also means "people riding boats." Historians believe that this shows the origin of this nation to some extent. They obviously arrived in the West from the sea. But this, like everything else, can never be proven unless time can be turned back. Due to wandering around, the Luoan people did not leave many written records about the early years. People had to guess from the allusions and stories passed down orally.
Their faces, skin color, hair color, and generally taller heights make people speculate that they should be a branch of the northern ethnic group. The fact that although they live in the warm south, they have a natural cold resistance further supports this point. However, this statement is not accepted by everyone, because many of the creatures involved in their culture, including the flowers, birds, cordyceps and other common decorations on the Luoan national costumes, can only be found in some remote places in the world of Rigal. I heard about it in the corner.
After the Otolo conquest, as part of the assimilation of civilization, the history of the Roan people suffered a devastating blow. All people know now is the fact that they once wandered around, and perhaps it was this culture that gave birth to the legend about the "Bird of Paradise".
This is a story passed down orally among the people of Luo'an, and even our little Mila, who lost her parents at a young age, is familiar with it.
It tells the story of a bird that has been able to fly since its birth in a manner rich in Luoan national style. It can eat and rest in all weathers, rain or shine.
This bird has no legs, and the only moment it stops is the moment it dies.
We don’t know whether this is an allusion to the Roan nation itself, or whether this magnificent creature actually exists in the world. In short, when our two Roan girls stood next to Henry and the others, they listened to the sage and Grand Duke Leski’s analysis. When the Southern Allied Forces joined forces, they all inevitably thought of this Luoan legend.
The Avenella southern coalition led by Ashbern II was like the legendary bird of paradise. They pressed hard against the northern army step by step and won consecutive battles. But this kind of victory was not a series of staged victories achieved by a close and orderly plan. It was not the result of careful thinking and implementation. The Southern Allied Forces were simply shaped tightly under the huge impact of successive victories.
They have no logistics, so they can only fight with war. They also have no reward system. They can only maintain their morale by winning again and again. Like a bird of paradise that can only fly forever, the Confederate Allied Forces tensed up and down, relying only on the impact of consecutive victories to continue to advance.
If Avenella's land was larger, it would have a wider depth. Or if this war takes place on the territory of another country, Edward's side only needs to let it go. If the internal conflicts of the Southern Allied Forces break out over time, they will collapse and dissipate. But there are no what-ifs in the world. The Northern Army has no retreat, and behind it Even the Dordogne, which had just been captured less than a month ago, the merchants who had finally opened the border and the influx of merchants as well as Otolo's prisoners of war were still staying there. Based on Edward's understanding of the southern nobles, once they enter the city, they will never give up.
In addition, this civil war has been going on for a long time since April. No matter how hard it controls the news, the Padrosi Empire must have learned about it. If it is delayed any longer, it will not only cause hardship to the people due to the shortage of labor force, but also take advantage of the opportunity to attack. Foreign enemies will also be a great threat.
No matter what, everything must end in the Nella Forest.
The purpose of extending the front line and retreating more than a hundred kilometers away was to preserve strength, and the defection of refugees and mercenaries who did not understand them was also part of the plan. As victims, they effectively fueled the arrogance of the nobles of the Southern Allied Forces, and more or less softened the momentum of their opponents. This sounds cruel and cold-blooded, but as a high-level commander of the army, you must not treat human life as human life. The so-called The "save everyone" argument is nothing but empty rhetoric. The fact is that when you choose something, you often have to give up something accordingly. Since those people insist on leaving, going to save them is just a waste of time, so it is better to make good use of those people to protect those who are still willing to follow. .
"You can't be responsible for everyone. They made their own choices, so the consequences must be borne by themselves." Henry explained this during the retreat north. Mira can now understand this truth to some extent. But it still made the Luoan girl feel very uncomfortable.
People always crave perfect, easy, simple and clear answers, but the fact is that everything in this world is complicated, and the most complex and changeable among them is the human heart. Although the top leaders of the Northern Army, including the girl herself, hope to minimize the sacrifices, God's will makes people not accept your good intentions and long-term considerations. In the end, Edward's people-friendly policies and respect for choices seemed weak and powerless at this juncture compared with the oppression of pure aristocratic power.
Life is like this, you make a choice that you think may be the right one at a certain moment, but this choice leads to the wrong result. You can choose to be upset or give up on yourself, but that can only happen after everything is over. At this critical moment, no one is allowed to show weakness. They have to shoulder the pressure and responsibility, get back on their feet, and learn lessons to avoid doing it again next time.
Mira didn't know how strong she had to be to withstand this pressure. What she noticed was that Lina, who was traveling with the army, grew up quickly after hearing and seeing her. As the last princess who has carried Luo'an's long-cherished wish for national rejuvenation, this girl, who is even petite than herself, possesses an astonishing consciousness in her small body.
With these people here, the Northern Army will not lose.
Mira thought this way, immediately after the action on July 17th. On July 21, 192 in the Avenera calendar, the northern clearing of the Nella Forest, which was later known as the "Misty Field" for some well-known reasons, was not the largest in scale since the war began, but the intensity was the most severe. A confrontation between the North and the South.
Officially launched.
The first shot in this battle was fired by the cavalry commander Charles, who returned from injury and now wore an eyepatch on his left eye.
The 800 heavy cavalry he led lost 287 people in the difficult breakout. The originally handsome and majestic goatee-bearded Northland noble was also hit in the eye by a stray arrow while running. In addition, he had not seen anything for a long time. The stubble that has grown out after taking care of it is now even more vicissitudes of life.
The plate armor was full of pits, and many of the copper decorative edges were cracked and twisted. The long sword was full of holes, the lance had been broken, and now he was holding a makeshift wooden gun.
But the morale of this cavalry was frighteningly high.
The Northern Army could not devote all its cavalry to this battle. Their troops were so scarce that Charles went into battle again shortly after returning. But Edward still found time to do something in his busy schedule. This may seem pedantic and stupid to others, but it played a very high role in the subsequent battles and truly created a legend.
"In the name of the King of the United Kingdom of Avenella and Roan, I give you the title of Holy White Knight. You should hold this flag, you should be one step ahead, and you should lead the future of the kingdom."
"You are the First Royal Knights of the United Kingdom of Avenella and Loan, named after the city-state, called the Holy White Knights. People from the north of Wawasika. The passing of a white flag means surrender, granting It means the exact opposite."
The situation is tense.
The newly drawn swallow-tailed flag of the Knights is flying high, and the images of the mountains and Wavasika represented by Avenella are drawn in it. A long sword is erected in front to express the concept of its vow to protect all this, while the surrounding The ivy and golden wheat ears also express the noble status of this knight's royal family.
It is unimaginable how difficult it is to find time to make flags during the withdrawal of troops. From our modern point of view, this behavior may be a stupid and pedantic show, but if you think like this, then you will never understand what the knights yearn for.
Edward and the current Avenella could not give them any guarantees. The visible road to the future for this small country was full of thorns and blood and tears, and the only thing she could give was glory.
This is an inexplicable emotion. It is not a weapon but it is more powerful than any weapon. It is not a wealth but it is more precious than any wealth.
It is a sense of identity, it is the beating of a heart connected by blood, and it is everything for the people who live on this land.
It's stark, fascinating, and scary at the same time.
The war horse let out a heavy breath, and the hand wearing a cowhide glove inside the frayed fingernails held a wooden gun tightly. Because of time constraints, this makeshift weapon had not been polished smooth. It was full of small and sharp wooden thorns. If you pick it up with bare hands, you will easily get pricked and your hands will be covered in blood.
The Confederate militiamen came to this open area, like a bird of paradise without feet, flying to another unknown area, while the Northern Army, who was waiting silently on the spot, launched the attack. Under the command of our wise man, they used all the power they could.
Those mage apprentices who played an important role in the Battle of Dowulfberg have not left the army. There is no place for them in Sivalier, and Ashbern II attaches as much importance to magic as he does to the people. . This was the only way they could go, and while most would argue that they stayed because they were curious about Henry, who was in charge of commanding them, the fact was that they had no choice.
Destiny is always joking. In the ups and downs of current affairs, it is not a voluntary choice. By mistake, they witnessed it personally and participated in the world's first organized corps-level strategy in Rigar. The process of magic casting.
Although magic did not play a real offensive role in this battle, among the choices made by our sage based on countless knowledge, whether it was the magician apprentice or the high-ranking commanders of the Northern Army, they saw All have unlimited potential.
If Henry hadn't existed, all of this would have probably taken many more years to brew, or even never happened at all. The reason why he is a sage is that he can always be one step ahead, judge things that others cannot see through the details, and change the situation in a flash.
The traditional form of war is based on the time, place, and people, but after magic is mixed into it, "geographical advantage", a factor that could only be adapted to originally, becomes one of the controllable chess pieces.
Looking forward, in fact, castles, tunnels and various engineering facilities should be regarded as the use of geographical advantages by predecessors. However, the biggest difference between using magic to create geographical advantages lies in its use. The time required is too short.
Dawolf Borg was just a small test, but in the Battle of the Mistfield, all the magician apprentices owned by the Northern Army were mobilized to cast spells together, truly creating a one-way geographical advantage on the battlefield.
"call"
Charles took a long breath, and then covered his somewhat distorted mask.
The cavalry beside him and other cooperating infantry were all shrouded in the gradually spreading fog. This white mist with a touch of coolness was the result of the joint efforts of many magician apprentices. It obscured the field of vision and prevented the Northern Army from being able to He was discovered and approached the unsuspecting and stupid leading troops of the Confederate Army.
The weapon was wrapped in thick linen, and the gaps in the metal armor were fixed as much as possible. Any possible sounds from the northern military order were reduced to the point where they could not be heard, and just like that, as the fog gradually spread, they slowly, slowly, and grandly crossed this empty and unobstructed wilderness.
The senior leaders of the Southern Alliance, including Ashbern II, were at a loss. This could not be blamed on them. The whole of Rigar had never seen this situation before. Because such a number of magician apprentices have never been able to gather in the same place in the past, let alone cast spells together.
So they suffered a heavy blow. When the flag of the Holy White Knights stood up with a "swish" from the mist with lingering smoke, when the soldiers of the Northern Army took off their linen, they made a "shushing" sound. As soon as the sound was heard, the first fully armed war horse shot out of the fog like a ghost.
"From now on, war will probably no longer be what I know."
Archduke Leschi.
A long sigh.
