"Yes,...but General, this..." The adjutant wanted to say something, but was stared at by Basel's murderous gaze and could not utter a word.

The general was so powerful and conceited that he could not tolerate standing on the sidelines and watching the battle like a coward under such circumstances.

The huge general's helmet was slowly put on. Under the metal carved bear head was a narrow horizontal bar, and then there were small holes drilled through for breathing.

Holding a thick war axe, the general rode on a giant warhorse that was five meters tall and began to rush to the battlefield.

Looking at this unstoppable scene, the adjutant had no choice but to let all the elite guards follow.

"Hurry, hurry! Follow the general. If anything happens to the lord, none of us can bear the consequences."

At a urging, one after another knights in heavy armor also mounted their horses and kept up. They were all wearing full body armor more than 10 mm thick, and the war horses they rode were also special "Black Nightmare Blood Horses". This kind of horse is a Sequence 3 monster that can bear huge weights and is resistant to high temperatures. It is also an elite warhorse that the empire has bred and improved for hundreds of years.

A single move can affect the whole body.

As these knights in gold and bronze armor marched forward with the sound of heavy hooves, the various legions of the empire were also inspired and began to blow the horns of attack and shout forward.

"Boiling blood, glory of the empire!"

"The Rose Blood Moon will never fall from the world!"

For military merit, for family, for glory, for wealth, and for all that they desire, the soldiers of the imperial legions also raised their fighting spirit and marched towards the front line.

On the opposite hill, when the enemy's artillery fire gradually died down, flags fluttering in the wind slowly rose, and then soldiers in green and white uniforms appeared on the hill.

At this point in the war, there is no need for any verbal debate. They will decide everything with the guns and swords in their hands.

"To open up a new future, to usher in an enlightened and just world, Fairies, march forward!"

The little white flowers that no one cared about on the snow-capped mountains are now blooming in the wild, spreading silently.

In the cold winter and the year of famine, the seeds of civilization were forced to sprout.