Two years ago, in the Wind Howling Province, the border where Clancy and the Empire confronted each other.

The heavy rain continued for days and nights, and even during the day the room was dark and needed candles for additional lighting.

In the military camp outside the city, General Antar was staring at the map at the table, looking at the several movable flags and sand dunes on the simulated terrain.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was drawn open, and an officer in a waterproof cloak walked in. The heavy rain outside hit the ground, splashing high water, and gusts of cool, moist wind also came in with the officer.

"Report to the General."

"Enter."

"What's the situation?" The general looked up from the map he was holding.

"Not good. The enemy is heavily guarded and relies on the city walls to hold their ground."

In the rainy weather, attacking the city is a difficult task, but this Clansia army has been trapped here for quite some time. If it drags on, the opportunity to fight will be missed.

"We must recapture this city so that we can clear the obstacles to our logistics and continue our advance."

In the spacious open-top room, the general explained the key strategic points to his staff, and then began to discuss solutions.

"Perhaps, we can only attack at night. The rain will serve as our cover."

The next night, braving the pitch-black darkness, a group of Clansian soldiers, wearing waterproof cloaks, carefully approached the city wall, and it was then that they discovered the large magic lamp shining on the wall.

These headlights protected by metal cages are alchemical creations, filled with energy that can stay lit all night long.

"This Earl of Linlang is very cautious." Outside the city wall, several people lowered their bodies and communicated in low voices in the darkness.

"I'll cast a spell to protect you guys, and then bury this new type of explosives under the city wall."

"Yes." Then several soldiers who were proficient in lurking stepped forward holding backpacks wrapped in oil paper.

Perhaps they were lucky that night, as they were not discovered by the other side. Then, the explosives detonated, and the sky-high waves broke through the rain, and boom—

The heavy gray stone bricks were blown to pieces, and a piece of the city wall collapsed, forming a V-shaped gap.

“Charge!”

Behind the rain curtain, many soldiers took the lead, braving the rain, and rushed into the narrow gap with spears and halberds in hand.

After they entered, they directly hacked down the few guards who rushed over after hearing the noise, and then continued to pour in. But just when half of them were in, an orange-red fireball broke through the night rain, slowly fell on the gap and exploded.

The high temperature flames evaporated the rain, baking the stones red and hot, and the advancing troops were cut off on the spot.

"Hahaha!" Then a burst of laughter rang out, and a group of soldiers from the Crimson Empire appeared on the roof of the house. They were holding bows and arrows and a few muskets, attacking the Clancia soldiers below.

"Die here!" Looking at the armored soldiers in the rain, an imperial noble shouted excitedly from the top of a tall tower.

Fierce and brutal street fighting began.

The battle did not go as either side expected. The Clansian soldiers who entered the city did not expect an ambush, and the imperial soldiers were also surprised that these people did not give up or retreat in the face of their own full-scale ambush and sniper fire.

"Kill!" Amidst the rain, the desperate roar pierced through the darkness.

Holding their shields high, the soldiers climbed up the city wall one by one. In the gaps blocked by rubble, they waved torches soaked in kerosene and fought against the enemy troops who were rushing towards them.

Following the figure in front of them, the soldiers piled up one after another, their fingers firmly dug into the gravel, and continued to climb in the rain. From time to time, teammates were hit by enemy arrows and bullets and fell down along the way.

They must support their companions in the city in time, otherwise their sacrifice in this battle will be in vain.

In the sky, several fireballs like meteors rose straight into the night sky, briefly exploding the rain clouds and illuminating the earth. A dozen or so mages from the Starlight Alliance ventured into the air, calling upon brilliant flashes of magic to support their allies below.

"Beat them down!" Facing these mages, several long-horned owl-feathered eagles carrying elite soldiers entered the night sky in the city where the empire was stationed.

They were the 'Jungle Eagle Guards' under the command of Earl Linlang. Although they were few in number, each of them was an elite soldier above Sequence 5.

Under the obstruction of these Warcraft Knights, some mages were pierced by thrown spears and fell from the sky into the rain.

"Fire! Fire!" Under the dark city wall, the soldiers of Clancia aimed their bullets at the monsters above their heads, forcing them to fly higher and giving their own mages time to dodge.

In the cold rain, the two sides began to fight around the city wall. People kept falling, but there were still soldiers on Clancia's side keeping up.

This goes on until dawn.

The morale of the defenders in the city finally collapsed and they began to flee and retreat. They surrounded the earl and evacuated to another city gate.

"Don't let them go!" In the morning mist, a group of armored cavalry passed through the city gate and fled to the northeast, followed by the shouts of the Clansian soldiers.

"Oh, just wait."

Earl Linlang whipped his whip hard, accelerating forward. He had sent a message when he was attacked last night, and reinforcements should be arriving by now. The enemy was a well-known legion commander in the empire. Although he looked down on his background, he still trusted his fighting ability.

The horse's hooves stepped on the dew-covered grass, and the mist in the air made people feel slightly chilly.

Suddenly, a burst of orderly horse hoofbeats sound came from the fog, startling the group. Could it be that the pursuers were surrounding them from the front?

Amidst the anxiety, a group of dark figures suddenly jumped out from the fog. The armor covering their entire bodies was pitch-black steel, and their faces were shrouded in helmets with layers of grids. These cavalrymen held red and black dark blood lances in their hands, and shuttled out of the fog like a terrifying army from hell.

"Durcey." Muttering this name that people both hate and fear, Earl Linlang waved his arms and asked his followers to rush forward to report the situation.

"Got it." The man with a resolute expression pulled down his mask and raised his right hand. In that brief moment, one could even hear the sound of air being sucked out.

"Blood Lance Knights, forward!" The voice was like thunder.

"promise!"

The cavalry responded loudly, and then they began to speed up, faster and faster, like black and red afterimages passing through the fog.

These cavalrymen from hell advanced rapidly towards the lost city.

While the Clansian soldiers were still dealing with the resistance in the city and cleaning up the battlefield, these cavalry suddenly rushed into the city, piercing the soldiers with their lances, tearing them apart in the air, and then beheading them.

The situation in the city suddenly reversed at this moment. These cavalry corps from the central part of the empire were elite corps directly under the royal family. Under the leadership of the famous general Darcy, they were unstoppable and changed the situation on the battlefield.