"You mean the deputy commander of Clovis's southern legion, the guy who is said to have made a name for himself at Thunder Castle?"
Lawrence Igor frowned. He vaguely remembered that in the information about the Hantu War, there seemed to be such a name that was not worth mentioning and was extremely ordinary.
"Exactly." Ambassador Matias replied briskly, but his expression was extremely serious:
"Compared to the insignificant Hantu Army, he and his Stormtroopers are the enemies worthy of your attention. They may even be the only enemies."
"A mercenary leader?" A disdainful sneer appeared on Lawrence's face.
"A mercenary leader who single-handedly persuaded Thun to betray the Elf Kingdom of Yser, capture Eagle Point City, and forced Aiden to join forces with Thun."
Ambassador Matias said seriously: "With the relationship between Aiden and Thun, and the fact that the Seven Cities Alliance is fragmented, it is really possible for them to join forces without external force?"
"No, it's impossible!" Without waiting for the other party's answer, Ambassador Mattias gave the answer: "The two most likely and powerful principalities fought to the death for the final ownership of Hantu, and both sides suffered in the end... This is the original ending of the Hantu War!"
"But now, instead of going to war, they have reached an alliance; I just interrogated a small noble from Mist, and he actually told me that Hantu has already established a country!"
"The country was founded?!"
Lawrence's face finally showed a trace of surprise: "You mean..."
"Claude Francois has been crowned king at Iron Bell Castle and calls himself Claude I." Mattias nodded slightly, with a complicated expression.
Conquering Hantu has always been the dream of the Yiser elves. For this dream, Yiser has been committed to maintaining the division of Hantu for nearly a hundred years, while constantly colonizing and infiltrating this land, in order to one day Able to dominate the vast land.
After all, all the countries in the west have become the territory of the empire, and all the small countries in the middle have been conquered by Clovis. If the Ysel elves want to expand, other than facing Clovis's army directly, the only option is to invade Hantu. .
Now for the severely damaged Yser Elves, the empire's support is the only life-saving straw left to realize this dream, and it must be firmly grasped to have any hope of comeback.
"The man you are at war with is Lenore Emmanuel, heir to the Duchy of Ayden; in return for the Emmanuel family's support for his claim to the throne, Claude François gave him ten thousand Used by humans to recapture the port of Carindia.”
Matthias said coldly: "Based on my understanding of Claude Francois, he would not give up Carindia Port so willingly, so he must be at least prepared."
"Anson Bach?" Lawrence still didn't believe it.
"Anson Bach."
Matias solemnly repeated the name that was still fresh in his memory: "In the Battle of Green Valley, he defeated Duke Eden with only a few thousand men of Storm Division, whose strength was several times his."
"Right now, Claude Francois has led his army to the battlefield of Eden, preparing to fight to the death with the Imperial Expeditionary Force; if he has any backup, it can only be him."
"……I see."
Lawrence was silent for a while, and his expression finally became more solemn. But the continuous rainstorm still made him unable to suppress the irritability and anxiety in his heart: "How long will it take for you Yser elves to take back Eagle Point City?"
"Soon? You won't be disappointed." The smiling Mattias looked very confident, but his hands clasped together behind his back revealed his uneasiness at this moment.
Lawrence, who said no more, retracted his gaze and raised the monocular to continue observing the distance.
Thick gunpowder smoke shrouded the Carindia Square in the violent storm. In the flash of gunfire, one after another, flesh and blood bodies fell in wailing and screaming.
Amidst the roar of guns and cannons, the Hantu Legion, which had become red-eyed, roared at the top of its lungs. They faced the barricades guarded by three infantry cannons and three full Imperial line infantry regiments, and launched one round after another without fear of death. A wave of fierce offensive.
Facing the impregnable barricade, Lenore Emmanuel, who did not have any heavy weapons in his hands, had no better means except to attack by force; the force attacks again and again did not achieve anything except leaving more corpses. and the empty, straight streets also provided an excellent shooting range for the enemy's artillery. Each volley of shotguns could tear a huge fan-shaped gap in the dense crowd, dyeing the rain red.
But they remained undeterred.
Although he has been repelled countless times, Lenore Emmanuel still insists on attacking; the thorns and flowers that have fallen time and time in the smoke will surely bloom again in the next roar.
He had no choice, he had to attack.
Through the layers of rain, the sound of gunfire behind them is gradually fading away... This is by no means a good sign. The enemy is gradually gaining a foothold and starting to clear out the outer stations.
Once the legions on the left and right wings are defeated and annihilated? The next step is yourself.
So we must attack, attack... in order to turn defeat into victory!
"boom--!!!!"
With a loud bang like thunder, the three six-pound infantry cannons and their gun mounts shook violently. Before the smoke cleared, the imperial line infantry in the rear immediately stepped forward. The sabers raised in line with the knights were raised uniformly in their hands. rifle.
"Full volley—fire!"
"boom--!!!!"
Rows of lead bullets were sprinkled like water on the incoming Hantu Army. Do the dozen figures in the front row fell to the ground on the spot? Or were they wailing uncontrollably after their arms and calves were pierced by ricochet bullets? Eventually it turned into a cold corpse in the rain.
But more soldiers calmly took advantage of the gaps between volleys and artillery fire to dodge and continued to charge towards the barricade in a seemingly scattered formation.
If Leon were standing here, he would definitely exclaim that this is the skirmisher array of the Clovis Legion - the Hantu Legion that has withstood the baptism of blood and fire. It has mastered this method at the fastest speed and is also quite "common in Clovis" modern" tactics.
"boom--!!!!"
There was another round of volleys, and there was a small pause in the charge of the Hantu Army. Screams and wails could be heard one after another. However, the charge had not stopped. The platoon soldiers who were stepping on the corpses of the robes could already see the Imperial Line soldiers behind the barricades. Horrified expression.
"Prepare for hand-to-hand combat - everyone, bayonets on!" Luther Igor, standing behind the line, roared.
The young staff officer who was desperately wiping his monocle had a slightly ferocious expression on his face. He really didn't understand what the Hantu people on the opposite side were so crazy about, and they rushed up again and again even though they knew they were dead.
He didn't care about the life and death of these cockroach-like bastards, but their ignorance had already caused him a lot of trouble - the three infantry regiments he led were assembled in a hurry, and the ammunition was not particularly sufficient.
If they continue to waste like this, they might really be able to break through the barricade!
"clang!"
The blood-stained long blade blocked the bayonet piercing the heart. Blood spurted out from the mouth of the stunned Imperial line soldier, washing the broken flesh on the blade that penetrated his chest with plasma.
This was not Renault's original saber, it was just a weapon of an Imperial knight that he picked up casually from the ground. It wasn't even the first one.
Repeating the action that he had repeated mechanically countless times, the expressionless Lenore Emmanuel slowly raised his head, and more enemies were rushing toward him in his vision that was dyed blood red.
This is the "advantage" of being a flag officer - Renault found that he did not even need to take the initiative to attack, he could attract a lot of firepower to the soldiers around him; and all he had to do was to stand there and use the sword in his hand. and rifles to harvest lives.
The moist air mixed with the smell of blood poured into his body from his nose. If he was just aware of it originally, now he clearly felt that some kind of power contained in his blood was desperately struggling against the last layer of restraint, waking up from his deep sleep. .
"Soon, soon."
Lenore, who was hanging his head, was like a hyena in a heavy rain. He leaned on the flagpole and stared in the direction behind the barricade. His right hand, which had been numb for a long time, continued to wave the long knife full of gaps.
The lead bullets screamed in the air, but none of them touched his body; as another Imperial line soldier screamed and fell in a pool of blood, the thorns and flags once again buzzed in the heavy rain.
"attack--!"
A bloodthirsty roar exploded from Renault's already hoarse voice, followed by countless similar shouts from around him; one after another, the Hantu soldiers seemed to have awakened some kind of power in their bodies, running wildly with their scarlet eyes. Charge after the flag.
"attack--!!!!"
The imperial soldiers standing in the front row widened their eyes and looked in horror as they watched this group of fearless figures break through the defense line, like hungry beasts, eagerly exposing their fangs. .
"puff!"
Plasma spurted out from the chest torn open by the sharp blade, and Renault was surprised to find that the unpleasant stench was getting better and better little by little, giving him the urge to throw away his weapon and jump directly to bite the enemy's neck.
Just when he was about to continue the attack, some kind of telepathic instinct made Lenore suddenly raise his head and look directly behind the barricade.
He could feel that there was a guy there who looked very similar to him.
"ah!"
The frightened Luther Igor was shaken, like a prey being targeted by a ferocious beast.
"Stop him! Quick, stop the guy holding the military flag - he is their leader!"
The ear-piercing scream penetrated the heavy rain and pierced Renault's ears, and a smile appeared on the blood-stained face of the young heir to the Principality of Ayden.
Great, I found you.
During the melee, more than a dozen Imperial infantrymen formed a line in front of Luther, raised their rifles in unison, and pulled the triggers amid shrill screams.
Gunshots rang out, and a dozen figures fell down in the smoke.
"attack--!!!!"
Hoarse roars echoed in the torrential rain. Dozens of Hantu soldiers with scarlet-eyed pupils let out soul-shaking shouts and collided head-on with the Imperial line soldiers with their rifles in hand.
In a certain fanatical atmosphere, the actions of these Hantu warriors became unparalleledly efficient, even forgetting pain, hunger and fear, and turned into the purest killing machines, fighting hard in the defense line of the Imperial Line. A hole was torn open.
In the center of the chaotic battlefield, the dejected Lenore, holding a military flag, staggered towards Luther Igor behind the defense line, with an indescribable "smile" hanging on his lowered head.
Well, like a hungry beast seeing its prey.
He walked very slowly, but every step was like a drum beating in Luther's heart, with an indescribable sense of oppression.
"Stop him, do you scumbags hear this?! Stop him! This is an order, an order! In the name of Lawrence Igor, in the name of my father, I order you, stop them!"
The shrill screams continued, and the surrounding imperial soldiers continued to try to fill the gap that had been torn apart. However, under the crazy and fearless impact of the Hantu Legion, the gap was still being breached and expanded. It was like a flood that broke down a dam and was out of control.
Renault, who was holding the military flag, no longer even had to fight. The crazy Hantu soldiers around him had blocked all attacks for him... There were obviously fighting and killings everywhere, but he could walk through the quilt like a leisurely stroll. Barricades blocked by layers of defense.
In the dark red field of vision, he saw his "prey" pick up the pistol on the ground with a horrified face, spent more than ten seconds before pointing the muzzle of the gun at his forehead, and used all his strength to pull the trigger.
"boom!"
The moment the gun rang out, Lenore kicked Luther in the chest. The lead bullet flew out close to his scalp, leaving a hideous blood mark on Lenore's forehead.
The bloodless Luther fell to the ground, his monocle broke into pieces in the blood, and he gasped for air. He changed from an artist standing with a knife to an extremely depressed dog, and he collapsed into a puddle of mud with nothing to do.
"No, no, no, no, no... don't come here, don't come here, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"I am Luther Igor, the heir of the Igor family! Just like you, I also have the blood of the Wharton family's Wild Hunt Knight. We are all descendants of the Wharton family!"
"According to the tradition of gifted people, you cannot kill me, otherwise you will become enemies of all gifted people who have inherited the bloodline of the 'Wild Hunt Knight'. They will avenge me and hunt you to the ends of the earth!"
"Don't kill me, please don't kill me. I will tell you everything I know about the bloodline of the Wild Hunt Knight! Please, don't kill me!"
"puff!"
The long knife full of gaps tore Luther Igor's neck open, and thick blood flowed out from the wound uncontrollably until he could no longer spit out a mouthful of dark red liquid mixed with minced flesh. saliva".
Renault lowered his head and gasped, his excited face showing endless pleasure.
But at this moment, some kind of power derived from the boiling blood made him suddenly turn his head and look behind him - in the violent storm, gunshots and the charging shouts of soldiers rang out again.
The Imperial advance guard's counterattack began.
