What is human.
This concept was originally born a long time ago, and no one knows "who" or "what" it was named after.
By the time they react, people have already begun to use this to refer to themselves and other people similar to them.
From the unified concept of "human beings", it can be subdivided into the characteristics of various "nations" formed by differences in external factors such as skin color, hair color, eye color, and face shape, and internal factors such as culture and language. concept.
Human beings have complex religions, different cultures, and diverse languages.
Clothing, behavior, language; architecture, industry, commerce; calligraphy, painting, music, dance.
There is no doubt that the brilliance and splendor of human civilization ranks first among the five major races.
But this is a big concept, a broad sense, the meaning of "human being" with a capital letter.
If you narrow the scope of your vision and focus on the countless busy little people who make up this big concept, what conclusions will you draw?
- fragile.
--Changing.
--cunning.
- fragile.
Among the languages used by other civilized races to describe human beings, these words appear most frequently.
And if you ask an ordinary person about human beings themselves, they will often give you a variety of strange answers, but they often include the word vulnerability.
The human body is fragile. Soft skin, not unusually developed muscles, lack of effective protection of internal organs - all it takes is a foolish young man who is motivated and a sharp knife that is not even very sharp to make a person who was alive and kicking just five steps spattered with blood. , died on the street.
But if you throw the same statement to a combat professional, a person who should know everything about killing, what is surprising is that you will get the completely opposite answer.
"Deliberately trying to kill someone is sometimes not as simple as you think."
The human body is complex and precise, and even experienced mercenary swordsmen are often unable to kill with one clean sword as described in novels.
Almost all real battles are fought in a constantly changing dynamic, with warriors protecting themselves while inflicting damage on their enemies until one of them falls.
This is an indescribable feeling that can only be understood by actually picking up the sword and joining a battle.
A sharp knife can kill young gangsters who are hot-blooded because of quarrels on the street, but on the battlefield, many soldiers suffered weapons far more terrifying than daggers and still survived.
The doctor may give a rational and reliable explanation based on the fact that the wound hit the spot and did not damage the vital organs, but the soldiers have their own understanding.
"Luck always favors the brave."
This is their simple and clear belief.
Like the indomitable spirit, this is a concept that only humans possess and can understand.
“Ooohhhhhhh!!”
Almost every one of the assembled soldiers was covered in all kinds of dirt and blood.
Even for the bright knight officers, the huge feathers on their helmets that marked their status had become dirty, drooping and even sticking to the surface of their helmets.
This place has long been a hell on earth.
The stench emanating from the undead, the muddy, sticky and disgusting sewage seeping into the boots all the time, the hollow roars of the dead and the wails and cries of the dying are just a sight for ordinary people to witness. All this is enough to make them vomit all the contents of their stomach.
And they've been fighting here for hours.
Numerous times, the soldiers tried to regroup.
The few officers and knights took the risk to show their presence, waving their military flags, holding their swords high, and roared to make the living people come closer to them. And countless times, they were scattered again by the undead scurrying in all directions.
After the larger ghouls deliberately began to kill knights and officers, even the number of people speaking out became less and less.
And they are in the flesh and blood of this battlefield, composed of mud and human flesh, skin and bones. The scene of gaining "life" from death can almost make all the soldiers who witness it lose the confidence to continue fighting.
Countless comrades fell.
Then he returned as an enemy again.
Anyone who wants to escape here is culled. This is a quagmire that cannot be left, an abyss that swallows life.
They formed a formation and gathered together to unite the front, but like a small boat in the angry waves, they would soon be torn apart again.
They were divided into small groups one after another and continued to fight.
Fighting.
Slash, stab, block; retreat, advance, move sideways. The actions have been repeated hundreds of times, and coupled with the cold weather, many people have begun to lose feeling in their limbs and faces.
The only time they can rest is the short gap counted in seconds when they are surrounded and protected by their teammates. Because it is so precious, they can even feel the passage of every second.
But I can't be the only one resting, my comrades are also tired.
I was so exhausted that even breathing started to hurt.
This fragile human body has reached its limit, not only the muscles but also the bones are screaming. The internal organs are tangled repeatedly, making you want to bend over, vomit and roll, your face is so cold that you can't feel anything even if you poke it with your hands, and your joints are so sore that if you move them again, they will break like dead branches.
The end of the road is how anyone would describe it.
But they.
Still hasn't fallen down.
Like a faint starlight, small but persistent and strong.
What is, human?
Yes--
This is what humans are.
Human beings who embrace hope and overcome everything with fearless courage. Although they are humble and insignificant, they are always able to surprise other races.
"Huha——"
The sound of breathing was dense, and there were a lot of people.
"Qianglang——"
Metallic sounds, made by armor and weapons.
"Dong dong dong——"
No, it wasn't thunder, it was.
Thousands of horses galloping.
"It's the cavalry——!"
"The cavalry is here!!"
Like lightning that exploded in an instant, all the surviving soldiers were ignited with fighting spirit because of these words.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." They raised their shields high and held their swords tightly, shoulder to shoulder. Although they were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, these people did not even bother to separate themselves in the entire battlefield. An eye-catching little individual.
Even if it's only for a short moment.
He actually succeeded in repelling undead twice his own size.
"Lance——"
Then they heard it.
Even though the battlefield is so vast, even though it is filled with so many noises and roars.
This sound.
But it seems to reach straight to the soul.
All the people heard him.
Everyone heard the shouts of the man in silver armor and a blood-red cloak in the dim light of dusk, which resounded throughout the audience.
"Lay flat—!"
"Bang!!!" Like New Year's fireworks, more than two thousand heavy cavalrymen shuttled through the array of surviving infantry in an instant, running straight past them with a thunder-like momentum. of those undead.
"Ouch!!"
The heavily armed heavy cavalry, which weighs as much as it, wields extremely lethal lances that even giant ghouls cannot resist.
They are thunder and lightning.
They are storms.
They are unstoppable.
"Long live!!!" the infantry roared loudly, and their tired bodies seemed to be injected with infinite vitality in an instant. They roared and chopped down the enemies in front of them, and the surviving officers and non-commissioned officers did not give up this opportunity quickly. The blood-stained black flag of Padrosi was raised again.
"Long live the Empire!!"
"In the name of humanity!!"
"Go back to hell, you damn undead!"
Their morale was instantly exploded, and the remaining infantrymen, who were advancing vigorously, took advantage of this momentum and the opening created by the cavalry to quickly regroup.
The undead may have many advantages.
They are difficult to kill and their numbers are even greater.
But there are some things that only the living have after all.
"Abandon the gun and draw the sword!" The sage's command was precise and just right. The cavalry array that ran over the undead drew a perfect arc like a fountain rising into the sky and finally falling to both sides.
They won't stop.
Just after finishing the charge, he turned around and started again.
When the lance broke, he drew his sword. When the sword was blunt, he grabbed a spear from the ground and continued to attack.
Can't stop.
Speed is life.
"This way! Evacuate this way!" The light cavalry led by Ming Na waved flags as a signpost in the direction approaching the town. The powerful heavy cavalry cut off one third of the entire central battlefield. The troops that made first contact earlier were almost all dead, and the only ones left were the follow-up troops that Juliande foolishly threw in, and they were located to the south near the town of Scotti.
The reason why the soldiers were unable to retreat was not only because the undead were mixed in their formation and the team was broken up, but also because of the dense army of undead further to the north.
Once they turn to retreat, they will only be attacked from behind and wiped out.
This was the reason why they would be stuck in a stalemate for several hours, and the heavy cavalry led by Henry charged straight in, cutting off the contact between the undead army and the infantry, and passed back and forth by dividing into three cavalry groups of hundreds of people. The shuttle continued to use the impact of the heavy cavalry to hinder their attack.
It sounds simple, but it requires tremendous courage and action.
When two thousand cavalrymen face an even larger number of undead, if they make a wrong move and lose the impact brought by their speed, they will immediately fall into the quagmire and be unable to break free, and will eventually be swallowed up by the sea of undead.
"Quick! Retreat!" The scarred officers commanded vigorously.
The surviving troops received clear instructions, and the remaining infantry, officers, a few knights and mercenaries, totaling about two thousand people, began to withdraw towards Minna.
Before leaving, many people looked back at the cavalry who had cut off their rear.
If Juliand was still in command at this time, this scene would never have happened.
Letting cavalry of the same size take risks to save infantry is something that most noble commanders would not do.
Because cavalry is much more valuable than infantry.
But Constantine and Henry knew it, and so did the participants who were themselves cavalry and witnessed the battle.
The only ones who can rush forward to rescue these people and retreat effectively are cavalry with excellent mobility.
"The rest is up to you!" Minna handed the flag in her hand to an officer, but before the other officer could recover from the impact of the blond hair and blue eyes of the foreign lady, she turned around He waved his hands towards the light cavalry behind him.
"It's our turn to show off, go up and cover them!" Armed with short spears and carrying long bows, the people of Avenela formed an array under the command of the Dame, but before they left, many of the people in the team were originally in The knights on the battlefield also ran over.
"Please let us come too!"
Most of the dozens of knights who survived had pits on their armors, but they all felt their blood boiling after seeing such an exciting scene.
"Yes." Ming Na nodded, and then shouted: "Flanker, remember, don't be too eager to fight, our goal is just to attract the enemy's attention and cover them."
"superior!"
"Dong dong dong dong dong——"
"Beep--" The loud flute sound echoed in the air. Henry and the others, who kept moving on the battlefield, noticed the arrival of Minna and others because of this signal.
"Everyone get ready!"
"All, throw spears!" More than 60 cavalrymen rushed towards the center of the undead array from the flanks like two arcs of brackets. Avenella's light cavalry threw their short swords. The remaining Padrosi knights used their spears to kill with their swords.
"Retreat!!" Henry and Minna shouted this word almost at the same time, and the undead who were lured away from the flanks lost their pressure on the front line. The heavy cavalry quickly seized this opportunity to turn their horses and start heading towards Move in the direction of the town of Scotty.
"We succeeded-"
Taking advantage of the characteristics of the undead fighting on their own and launching attacks on the living, with careful formation, precise timing, and control of morale, a series of events came naturally. They achieved their goal, but they still paid for it despite this. The cost of 10% casualties.
The joyful smiles of the knights around Henry could be felt through their visors and the howling wind, but not before the word "victory" they shouted was heard.
Everyone felt it.
A shiver ran up the bottom of his spine.
Thousands of undead fell silent and stopped moving in an instant.
For a moment, it gave the impression that even the wind and snow had stopped.
"return--"
The female voice coming from the distance is gentle and beautiful, but if you see the effect it creates, you will never want to know the owner of the voice.
After a bloody battle, they failed to win. Just to keep the remaining soldiers and retreat to the town, they paid the price of two hundred outstanding knights.
Such a terrifying opponent, but with a brief word from the other party, he retreated towards the Bao Forest like a tame puppy.
"That's-" The knight who spoke before swallowed.
"Witch?" The excited atmosphere disappeared in the blink of an eye. After joining Ming Na and the knights, this cavalry team, which had many fewer members than before setting off, silently caught up with the evacuated infantry.
And when the last ray of light dissipated and a row of torches and bright giant bonfires lit up on the swaying ice and snow wall, the last soldier finally passed the inspection of the magicians and entered the town.
For many, this is despite the exhaustion of a long day.
This will be a sleepless night.
