Then, two flight attendants' mounts suddenly came galloping up the hillside. Following a certain habit, they instinctively approached where the same kind of people were originally. Then, another Avar cavalryman with blood all over his body fled back lying on the horse's back. This also surprised the others who were under siege.
Afterwards, these Avar cavalry paused their attack without hesitation, and quickly gathered together. At the same time, they separated to meet the blood-covered fellow, shouting loudly, only to see the opponent lying on the back of the horse dying. , only blood kept flowing down from his head and face.
Under the calls of these comrades, he could only barely open his eyes, raised his hands and gestured behind him a few times, and then stopped moving on the horse. Therefore, these Avar cavalry did not hesitate to speed up their horses, spread out and gallop towards the hillside behind the opponent where they might be attacked.
Then, after surrounding the hills and slopes in a fan shape, they saw the suspicious attacker running away with billowing dust in the distance; he was about to rush out of sight again; the leading ten commanders couldn't help but become more and more worried. He shouted angrily, calling to the left and right and speeding up to catch up.
At the same time, the seriously injured man who was brought back by the remaining Avar cavalry was also hurriedly helped off the horse and carried to an accompanying cart. At this time, the two mounts that had returned to the same kind were naturally stepped forward to hold and restrain them.
However, the next moment someone suddenly smelled the smell of burning fur; then, they saw several bloody wounds on the backs of the two horses that were obviously freshly stabbed; The tribal dialect was shouted out in hisses from left to right;
The moment these people heard the noise and started to commotion, the gunpowder bag wrapped with lead and iron sheets exploded on the saddle. The Avars who had gathered nearby were knocked down and overturned. Turn over one piece. Then there was another explosion on the other horse.
Amidst the billowing smoke and the wails and hisses of pain, the group of Avar cavalry was thrown into chaos; seven or eight war horses, frightened by this, rushed out in a panic. The crowd went and even dragged a few fallen cavalry to the ground.
And when the remaining Avars who were still intact dismounted and tried their best to comfort and control their mounts, who were obviously frightened by the loud noise and pungent smoke so close to them, at the same time, someone remembered the very The suspiciously seriously injured person couldn't help but secretly thought that something was wrong...
However, when most people turned their heads to look, they had long since disappeared; only two corpses of herdsmen lying on the cart were left; then, several horse-drawn carts piled with trophies suddenly appeared. Out of the fire. This has affected the minds and attention of most people.
This is the lifeblood of their cavalry. They couldn't help but separate some people on the spot, and hurried forward to cover it with leather clothes and shovel soil to put it out. Others continued to guard and search for the spy who took advantage of the chaos to escape. However, just as the fire was suppressed, the explosion happened again.
The flames exploded in front of us and scattered fragments of coins, utensils, and ornaments. The Avars fighting the fire around them were almost knocked down and swept away by surprise; many sparks and flames were thrown up one after another, just like that. It splashes on humans and animals who can't dodge.
This time, the mounts that were finally calmed down by the Avars once again started to commotion and violent changes; they roared, raised their hooves and kicked endlessly, trampling and knocking several of them down. After the Avars, they rushed out in all directions and broke up the formation.
At this time, the Corsican volunteers who were besieged in the car barrier finally came to their senses from the series of changes. With a fierce shout: "Monjoi" and "for Saint Cyran", many The ragged and disgraced militiamen rushed out of the car base.
In order to control the frightened mounts, most of the Avars had already dismounted; they could not help but drop the reins and whips in their hands, regained their sabers and short spears, and rushed forward on foot to fight in a chaotic manner...
Among these Corsicans, a tall, bald man with a round waist and a thin man in black were the first to bear the brunt. One of the short leather armors could not restrain them. The bald man with a huge belly waved a short-handled chain hammer like a lotus pod with one hand, hitting several people one after another like a whirlwind.
Another man in black with a straight beard, a big eagle nose, and a sinister expression skillfully protected the gap beside him; he swung his shining silver sword lightly and nimbly, and among the afterimages intertwined. In the meantime, blood splashed everywhere and easily pierced through any Avars who dared to get close.
Therefore, inspired by the duo's lead, the Corsican volunteers behind them, who obviously lacked adequate protection and only wore civilian clothes and miscellaneous weapons, broke into the midst of the Avars who were fighting hard with just one encounter. Immediately afterwards, a melee broke out.
Jiang Tian, who was lying under the body of the cart, also waited for the opportunity to come out again; with quick eyes and quick hands, he cut off the nearest pair of legs and feet, then jumped up and stabbed an Avar cavalryman in the back; he threw a hatchet from the other end, He hit another Avar cavalryman waving an animal skin flag.
A moment later, facing the oncoming Corsican righteous hero with red eyes and a ferocious face, Jiang Tian also felt blessed and shouted the slogan of the Kingdom's overseas legion: "In the name of Saint Denis, move forward, Cameroon." ." The person on the other side was stunned when he heard this, and finally moved away.
So, when the dozen Avar cavalry who had chased away finally turned back, all they could see were the Corsican volunteers who were stacking the corpses and sharing the spoils; and then, like a demonstration by these people, Amidst roars, he finally silently turned around and walked away.
"..." However, when they met again, the leading bald man unexpectedly punched Jiang Tian in the face; only to be caught by him with quick eyesight and quick hands, and he was easily thrown away. Huh; then he laughed, rubbed his wrists, and said with a strong nasal voice: "Hey...it's Du Vallon from Adrianople. You can also call me Porthos. I'm their leading instructor for the time being."
"Thiago of Costilla, Corsican swordsmanship coach..." Then, the swordsman with an aquiline hook and a big nose, whose eyes were as sharp as the tip of a sword, also stared at the urn and said: "Your... skills Very good..., a worthy opponent..."
"I..." Jiang Tian hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said according to the inscription on the identity plate he received: "Rorschach of the Upper Alps, the Kingdom's Overseas Legion, the Second District Legion, the Fifth Regiment, second adjutant of the 1st Regiment.”
However, both Portos and Thiago could not help but change their expressions. Finally, with a strange look that was both shocked and sighing, they looked at Jiang Tian and said loudly: "It turns out that you are actually a slave of the kingdom." Nicky Eagle member? That’s great…”
However, the next moment, a scene flashed through Jiang Tian's mind again. It was in a temporary study salon converted from a large living room with luxurious furnishings and obvious use of history. An old man with a powdered face, a wig, and a meticulously attired gown. Using the popular oriental-style Tang accent in the capital, he said with restraint and arrogance:
"If it weren't for the golden lily's corolla being temporarily covered in dust, how would you, the country knights from other provinces, have the opportunity to serve the royal court?"
"Therefore, as the second heraldic attendant of the royal family, I am ordered to teach you how to recognize and express appropriate respect and avoid offending those ancient clans."
"The most noble bloodline in the Western Continent originates from the descendants of Saint Laurent and the Holy United Kingdom of Britannia that he established and ruled. It is also called the Holy Crown Dynasty because it serves the Savior's Crown of Passion."
"And the Knights of the Holy Thorn, who have followed Saint Laurent for many years and have been known to everyone from the Baltic Sea to Imberia, include the ancestors of most of the royal families and princes of the Western Continent."
"Below the golden blood of all countries are the descendants of silver and the bronze clans on which the dynasty relies, as well as the important ministers and vassals who have served the royal family and the principality for generations... Finally, it is you who, under the glory of the white iris, are... The family of knights who reward the army are also called the people of the black iron..."
However, the last time Jiang Tian saw each other in his memory was during the ongoing turmoil that permeated the capital. This professor of heraldry, who usually has a face full of disgust and contempt, has already put on old armor that is too fat and ill-fitting, and wears Baoxun and ribbon:
He swore to fight to the last drop of blood for the glory and survival of the royal family, and rushed out of the campus with only his followers and servants. Then there was news in the city that the Flower Moon Tragedy broke out, and the Ganlin Palace Villa, where the abdicated royal family took temporary refuge, was almost wiped out by a mob that broke into the palace.
Then came the short and hasty joint regency period of the five Dukes who led the newly formed Self-Defense Forces into Seine City; the Snow Moon/Blood Moon Incident, which used this to massacre mobs, rebel parties, and dissident forces...even " The Kingdom's military cadets, including "himself", were not spared.
In the end, in the brutal killings that were said to be bloody to the knees, "I", as a member of a down-and-out knight family in the provinces, had to temporarily stand side by side with the desperate sans-culottes, Fronde, charcoal-burners, and other miscellaneous lower-class citizens and poor people. Together, we fight to find a way out.
Then, as the order of the country gradually collapsed, among hooligans and bandits, refugees and hungry people everywhere; the long road home after narrowly escaping from death several times... and then, the ruins of his hometown and manor that were looted and burned; The alien settlers with different things and people and the squire with ambiguous attitude...,
In the end, due to hunger and poverty, he had to embark on the road of wandering; until he met an acquaintance/senior from the capital military academy, he was recruited into the temporary army and acted as an interpreter; because he came from the border provinces I know several languages myself.
Immediately afterwards, he was dissatisfied that the army formed by his senior students actually acted as accomplices for the invaders from neighboring countries; he even ignored and condoned his subordinates and participated in atrocities against the places he passed. Therefore, one night, he suddenly led people away from the so-called orthodox guard of the kingdom.
However, on the way to join the New National Army, he was disarmed by the representatives of the Capital Special Committee he met; and then he was almost hanged because of the coat of arms on his underwear... During the prisoner riots After escaping, he finally boarded a ship in Marseille and went to sea.
In this way, he became a member of the overseas legion of one of the six major colonies of the kingdom. While fighting against all kinds of enemies, he gradually rose to become one of the adjutants of the Grand Master. According to the military practice of the dynasty, only the first adjutant was paid, and the other auxiliary adjutants on the left were hired at the regimental commander's expense.
Therefore, the corresponding adjutants are actually relatively high-profile, and are often children of small and medium-sized nobles or members of large business families, used to pass the seniority ladder...
