The earth was trembling as if thunder was rolling.
The crowd chanting slogans at the intersection dispersed in a hurry. Soon, a heavy cavalryman in man and horse harness appeared where they moved out of the way.
Then came the second, third...
More and more armored riders gathered at the end of the street facing the wall of veterans, forming a dense battle formation with knees touching knees. Their breastplates, the shields on the side of their saddles, and the coats of their horses were painted with various heraldry, and their brilliant armor sparkled in the sun.
General Macdonald summoned selected armored cavalry from the distinguished family of Byerland. They divided into several groups and appeared near the Senate Square at the same time as accurately as clockwork.
When hundreds of heavy cavalry covered in iron appeared at the street intersection, the Senate Square, where slogans arose one after another, suddenly fell silent. The infantry and light cavalry already deployed there watched silently as the fine armor and tall horses of the armored cavalry retreated to the two wings under the leadership of their frustrated officers. Civilians waving flags in support from nearby buildings also temporarily lost the ability to speak.
In the cold winter, the shining silver wall pierced everyone's eyes.
"It's time." General MacDonald tapped his pipe with satisfaction.
"Cavalry, advance!" George Longbottom, the veteran among veterans, raised his arms and shouted.
The passionate drumbeats resounded through the sky.
"hurrah!"
The armored cavalry began to slowly start. They spread out like flowing water at the entrances of streets and squares, forming a majestic wall with unparalleled organization.
Under the command of flags and drums, thousands of horse hooves made a terrifying roar.
They are the elite among the elite. They can ignore spells and fear and face all powerful enemies by attacking in a majestic formation. Some extraordinary beings who did not believe in evil had tried to challenge the armored cavalry head-on, but their experiences and insights had never been passed down.
The veterans gathered in front of City Hall pursed their lips. They were very familiar with the heavy cavalry in front of them.
This is a cluster shock tested in the East.
However, no one has the experience of facing the impact of this force.
The deployment of armored cavalry was very rapid. In many positions there were civilians standing in support, but they disappeared as soon as the cavalry arrived.
Griffith and most of the Shutoral were on this team. After they received the horses and armor sent by the feudal family, senior officers and knights came over to arrange everyone's positions.
Although the cavalrymen from different families and units have no experience in cooperation, it is not difficult to advance together. Today's mission does not require the use of a difficult lance. As if they were in a festival military parade, they lined up in a tight straight line, beating the drums and pressing forward with swords like a forest raised.
Griffith, who had just been beaten severely, was at a loss as his body and the horse beneath his crotch moved subconsciously to the beat of the drum.
He is covered with beautiful plate armor that can be used to participate in festival parades, and the horse under his crotch is trained to be extremely loyal, which is no less than the equipment provided by the Alandel family. Although it is the first time to run in, the cooperation between the cavalry and the mount is flawless.
But this……
The veterans in front of the Senate Chamber were silent. They neither advanced nor retreated.
The distance between the two sides was only two or three hundred meters.
A woman in shabby clothes came out and sang in front of the silver wall. Her singing is bright and clear.
"As I'm walking down the road to Oldtown, woohoo, woohoo
"As I'm walking down the road to Oldtown, woohoo, woohoo
"When I was walking on the road to Old Town
"I was holding a cane in my hand and tears were falling from my eyes.
"Hear the cry of the mourning widow
"Ronnie, I almost don't recognize you."
Her singing voice is gentle and poignant, going straight to the heart but making the listener's heart feel like a knife.
"Take your bongos and lances, drums and howls, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo
"Take your bongos and lances, drums and howls, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo
"Bring your bongos and spears
"The enemy almost killed you
"My dear, you look so miserable
"Ronnie, I almost don't recognize you."
Her singing voice is melodious and melodious, and the stage of the Beyeland Theater should be opened to her.
The armored cavalry advancing towards her seemed to have been struck by lightning. The thundering hooves of horses beating the earth accompanied her song.
"Where have your once gentle eyes gone? Woohoo, woohoo
"Where have your once gentle eyes gone? Woohoo, woohoo
"Where have your once gentle eyes gone?
"At that time, my heart was also deceived by you.
"Why did you leave me and the baby?
"Ronnie, I almost don't recognize you."
The armored horsemen charged forward like a wall, and the thunderous sound of horse hooves made people's hearts tremble.
"Saber ready!"
Griffith was almost overcome by the singing. He subconsciously looked at Rana riding his horse beside him.
"Hey, Lana, you said... what are we doing?" Griffith asked stammering.
The brave hussars bit their lips and stared at the wall of veterans ahead.
Hey, Rana, what are you doing!
Griffith looked to the left again. The bronze face of Murat sent by Isius is now whiter than snow, and the hand holding the reins is actually trembling.
"Hey, Murat, what are we doing?" Griffith could no longer control his tongue and made a grunting sound in his mouth, "Isn't the person in front a veteran of the Eastern Legion?"
"Huh? Are you stupid? Griffith, are you stupid?" Murat turned his face and looked directly at his companion like a living dead.
"Of course it's to execute orders! Don't you understand how to execute orders?"
Griffith's head turned stiffly back to the direction he was going. His vision was filled with black lines.
"Where have your running legs gone, woohoo, woohoo
"Where have your running legs gone, woohoo, woohoo
"Where have your running legs gone?
"At that time, you joined the army in order to be able to carry a gun.
"Your dancing days are gone
"Oh, Ronnie, I almost don't recognize you..."
The woman's song has become desperate, like a rose covered with frost and dew. She and those veterans in ragged beggars were just a few dozen steps away from the wall that was dancing like a dragon, and their bloodless faces were already ashen.
"charge!"
"Byeland - Won Victory!"
Calls for mobilization went unanswered. Amidst the sad singing, the armored cavalrymen stiffly raised their sabers and accelerated from the trot.
This scene has happened countless times in the East, except that the infantry who followed the cavalry became the target of the charge.
Griffith's mind went blank, as if he was the one being charged head-on.
"I'm glad to see you home, woohoo, woohoo
"I'm glad to see..."
The war horses collided violently, and amid the thunderous sound of horse hooves, one after another, figures flew out and were caught in the rolling iron hooves.
The charge of Beyeland's most elite armored cavalry fell short of standard this time. The speed increase in the final stage was a mess, and several of the cavalry even knocked their own men off their feet.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
Griffith screamed like a baby on the battlefield for the first time. Among the noisy crowd, a veteran suddenly rushed towards him, waving his hands. He subconsciously slashed with the back of his saber.
The veteran let out a scream and disappeared in the splashing dirty snow in an instant.
…
Sonia watched this extremely crazy scene from a distance in the crowd. The shining silver cavalry swallowed up the gray crowd like a violent wave, leaving behind squirming and twisted figures like insects on the ground wherever they went.
Fiona was frightened and fainted with a dying animal scream. Sonia covered her mouth and twitched. She found that she had lost the ability to speak. She lowered her head and couldn't look straight.
At this time, a big hand held her delicate cheek and forced her to raise her head. Sonia was startled by such a rude move and glared angrily, only to find that Count Lamore had already arrived.
"Open your eyes and look," the count said coldly, "and look carefully."
Griffith, who was sleepwalking, found that there was no gray crowd blocking him in front of him.
The screams, which had never been heard before and were not human, were like a tide, and countless men and women were running for their lives. They fled into the shadows of corners and alleys and were driven out, into shabby tents and crushed together.
Many thin old people and children were mixed in the crowd, desperately trying to snatch an escape gap from the cavalry's feet.
The armored cavalry was also overwhelmed by this charge.
They were in a mess, some stood there blankly, and some slashed at the air with their sabers. There are even a few cavalrymen who are slender and strong, and they look like masters at first glance, and they have fallen on the ground motionless. They are all elites from all over. In the fierce battles with the orc army, they can repeatedly penetrate the enemy's defense line despite the rain of arrows and spears. It is common for them to tread the mill of flesh and blood with iron hooves.
But after just one charge, the steel-wrapped wall was already defeated.
A large group of infantry and policemen followed, and their commanders roared at them to follow the armored cavalry that was not in formation and began to clean up.
"Take people there to search, second-level squad leader!" A school officer tapped Griffith's shoulder armor with his cane and pushed him and the soldiers forward.
A small group of soldiers staggered like walking corpses as they followed Griffith deeper into the nearby park. The ground was filled with debris, garbage and ashes from campfires, and from time to time one or two screaming civilians passed through the front of the team.
The young officer leading the team was also in a state of sleepwalking, following Griffith around in a daze.
One after another, they inspected abandoned veterans' camps. According to the order, if anyone is found lingering, they will be arrested and taken away.
Griffith's iron hooves ran over a small tent, and there was a jingling sound under the cloth. A small pot filled with half a bowl of wheat porridge rolled out from there. A small figure rushed out of the shadows, rushed towards the small pot like a cockroach in the sewer, grabbed the wheat porridge and put it in his mouth.
Griffith couldn't hold back the horse's hooves and bumped it head-on. The small figure screamed and flew out, making a bone cracking sound that shouldn't have happened.
Griffith and the soldiers stopped and looked at the figure that was knocked away. It was a little boy. His arms were as thin as bamboo poles, almost just bones. The elbow joint of his right hand was bent at an impossible angle and he fainted.
"No!" Another figure came out. I really don't know where they are hiding. The new arrival was a little girl, hugging the boy who fainted on the ground and crying.
"Take, take them back." Griffith stammered. But no one of the soldiers present paid him any attention. The officer leading the team simply covered his face with his hat and shook his shoulders.
Griffith felt that his world view was about to collapse. He jumped off his horse in despair, took out a healing potion and held it in his hand.
"Stay away from him!" The little girl picked up a stone and threw it towards him. Before Griffith could react, she hit the solid breastplate and fell to the ground.
Griffith opened the little boy's mouth with trembling fingers and poured some potion worth a gold florin. Then he grabbed his arm and used a little force to put the bone back into place.
After doing all this, Griffith suddenly felt a little more relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. He took out the chocolate that he was reluctant to eat and patted the little boy on the head: "Hold on, you will be fine soon."
However, the little boy showed no reaction...
Griffith was stunned, the warmth on his skinny arm was rapidly draining.
How, how could it be...
At this time, the young officer beside him had just helped the girl who was lying upside down. His palms were covered with blood, he looked at Griffith in disbelief and murmured:
"She hit her head when she fell. It wasn't me, don't blame me."
…
Griffith had forgotten how he returned to the Earl's Mansion, as if everything had been disillusioned and torn apart.
The officials greatly appreciated their loyalty and determination during the attack. Each armored cavalry member who participated in the charge received a reward of 2 merit points and 200 silver francs, which was comparable to the reward of a highly dangerous mission. There was no delay or review at all, and everyone got the reward immediately after withdrawing.
A total of 3 merit points will be awarded before and after the entire mission on Neopolis Island.
Griffith had forgotten how to take off his armor and returned to the attic of the Earl's Mansion with the money bag and certificate.
The servants were very considerate and didn't bother him, and they didn't even bring him dinner.
The night on this day was particularly long. Screams and wails could be heard faintly outside the window, and the firelight was looming. Everyone in the Earl's Mansion held their breath, and no one even dared to speak loudly.
As the night got darker and darker, Griffith, who was rolling on the small bed, suddenly sat up, sweating profusely and breathing heavily.
The veteran's screams and the boy's cold cheeks lingered in his mind, almost tearing his brain apart. He didn't even dare to think about it, the fear left by Behemoth was nothing more than that.
At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door of the attic room.
Griffith put on his clothes and opened the door and found Sonia standing outside in her nightgown, holding hot milk and some biscuits.
"are you hungry?
"Anna said you didn't have dinner?"
Griffith didn't smile or say thank you. He took the food indifferently and took two steps back, sitting on his little bed again in a daze.
It's a bit cold. Griffith's room doesn't have a stove. Sonia pulled her robe around her shoulders and sat next to the trainee knight, not too close to him.
"It tastes delicious with some milk." The girl nodded towards the milk and cookies.
"Hmm." The trainee knight took a bite mechanically.
Ah, what am I talking about! Just thinking about eating. Sonia lowered her head a little and glanced at Griffith awkwardly.
His chiseled side face looked particularly cold in the moonlight. It was different from when he first came to Beyeland. It was less simple and hard, and more cold and mature.
Griffith seems to be looking better than before. Sonia suppressed the sudden discovery and said a few words if she had nothing to say.
"The plate armor you are wearing today was ordered for the New Year and is ready for you to wear at the military parade in early summer..."
Oh my God! I'm already talking about something, am I going to ask him if he's happy wearing his new armor and trampling on people? Sonia, what's going on in your head?
As soon as these two words were spoken, Sonia was already ashamed and wanted to hide herself.
From now on until the distant future, I will raise my sword to the civilians for them? Griffith silently put the milk and cookies on the small table, turned his head and looked into the girl's eyes. It's not the look between partners who get along day and night, it's more like a monster just crawling out of hell.
The fierce gaze frightened Sonia and moved a little closer to the bed. Feeling something was wrong, she stood up and slowly backed away from the door.
"Well, good night, Griffith, see you tomorrow." Sonia pulled the cold door handle and tried to slip out through the crack in the door.
It's not Sonia's fault, it's my duty to protect her. Isn't what I did today reasonable? So why do I feel sad and repentant about what happened today?
No, no, what's the difference between today's things and the cultists? Is there anything crazier than this? Is this correct?
Griffith's sharp eyes turned melancholy. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it. The more he thought about it, the more he got a splitting headache. The contradictory, absurd and unanswered questions made him feel irritated and violent, and he even wanted to grab anyone and tear them into pieces.
It doesn't matter who he is, it's fine to tear Sonia apart, maybe it's her fault. Her nightgown seemed quite soft.
No, no, it’s not Sonia’s fault, it’s not my fault, it shouldn’t be my fault! ?
I have to think of something else, think of something else, I still have so many unanswered questions. Think of something else.
Think of something else.
Gotta think of something else.
Suddenly, an idea that he had been thinking about for a long time came out, completely saving Griffith from the trouble of having no answer, and threw him into another idea.
He stood up and caught up with the girl who had just moved to the door, and patted the small door.
"Bang!"
"ah!"
The small door that had just been opened a crack was slammed shut, and Sonia let out a small exclamation. Her hands holding the collar and nightgown trembled slightly, and she looked up at the imposing trainee knight.
"Sonia." Griffith didn't pay any attention to the girl's reaction.
Sonia opened her mouth to ask what was going on but was speechless. Broad shoulders and strong arms surrounded her like mountains, and the hot breath close at hand touched her pretty cheeks, almost melting her. Sonia felt her knees shaking, and if there wasn't any space, she would have fallen to the ground.
"I must go to the incredible House of Wonders again." Griffith made the request in an irresistible tone.
"Okay." Sonia agreed reflexively, and it took her a while to react.
Wait, where are you going?
