The year 1684 of the Third Era, the year when the iron spears set out.
This year will also be described in great detail in future history books. At the beginning of the year, an independence uprising broke out in the northern part of the West Wind Kingdom, which had existed for hundreds of years. It then began to spread throughout the country like wildfire.
The Frost Rose was established in Lurna and began to rule in a centralized manner. In the same year, the Wilga Business Alliance, one of the seven countries of Xuehua, split. One part of it was incorporated into the Frost Rose, and the other part joined forces with the Hinayue Council in the south, broke away from the Xuehua Alliance, and declared independence.
In late summer, the rebels of the West Wind Kingdom defeated the Duke of Rock Wall in the north and marched south. In early autumn, they encountered the legendary Knights of Lightning in the Wind's Rest Wilderness. Starlight descended, and the Knights of Lightning were completely wiped out. The rebels won a tragic victory, and only one-third of the original core elite remained.
The West Wind Royal Family summoned 50,000 warriors from the White Horse Tribe, hired 20,000 Halberd Guards from the Black Rock Principality, and used the 100,000 defenders of the royal capital and conscripted 200,000 soldiers, a total of about 400,000 troops, to confront the 200,000 troops of Clancy in the city of Soland.
The night before, a small group of elite soldiers teamed up with an insider to open the river gate on the east side, and small boats loaded with dry branches and hay sneaked into the city, causing a fire and chaos. The defenders in the city urgently dispatched people for support. Later, in the wilderness on the west side, the rebels took advantage of the night to start attacking the city, with the sound of drums shaking the sky.
There was a moment of chaos in the royal capital. Prince Flick, who was in charge of defending the city, immediately made a prompt decision. He left a small force on the east side to block the small group of enemy troops that sneaked in, and then the defenders went to the west side to provide support.
After the siege began, the rebels began to push the siege gates and battering rams. The dark wilderness was filled with torches, which caused great psychological deterrence to the defenders. However, it only lasted for two rounds before the siege troops retreated. Then, fireboats loaded with explosives came down the river from upstream and blew open the river gate on the east side.
At this time, the defenders woke up from their dream and transferred most of their elite troops to the east side again. However, after most of the people were transferred, the attack from the west side began again. At this time, they were attacked from both sides, the city was ablaze, and people were in panic. The King of the West Wind ordered the defenders to be divided into two, guarding the east and west respectively, so that they would no longer have to run around and consume their physical strength.
By this time, it was already late at night. Amidst the chaos, the north gate of the royal capital was opened by the organized people in the city. The army of Clansia filed in, quickly controlled a large area, and began to engage in street fighting with the defenders.
Although there were many defenders, their organization had become disorganized due to the previous movements, and their physical strength was greatly depleted. In addition, the 200,000 people who were temporarily recruited were mostly farmers who had no military training and fighting will. Many of them fled, defected, or surrendered in the melee, and the army was defeated in an instant.
At this time, the White Horse Tribe stationed outside the city to guard the city also attacked, with the White Horse flags flying. Unfortunately, in the dark night, the vision was limited, which was not conducive to the cavalry. They were blocked by the traps and trenches prepared in advance by the Clansian army. After defeating the rebels who were delaying outside the city, they finally arrived at the northern suburbs of the royal capital.
With the help of the fire on the city wall, these warriors from the grassland fought a bloody battle with the rebels stationed outside the city gate. Soon the small number of rebels who stayed behind were penetrated by the charge. The warriors of the White Horse tribe began to block the city gate again, preparing to catch the rebels entering the city in a trap and trap them to death. It was already dawn.
At this time, another white flag appeared on the hill, facing the rising sun. There was a black sun on the pure white flag. They were covered in steel armor, and their sharp spears reflected a faint golden light in the morning light. Although there were not many people, they had an indomitable momentum.
The pure white battle flag fluttered in the morning breeze, and the fine steel silver lances were slowly coated with a layer of gold. Facing enemies that outnumbered them by dozens of times, they began to charge.
It was as if the road ahead was not a battlefield full of death, but a glorious stage where thousands of years of shame could be vented. The slightly cool air in the early morning was inhaled into the lungs with big gulps, and the chest heaved violently like a bellows. There was a flame burning in the heart, so hot, so intense, and so impatient.
From childhood to adulthood, from books, from the mouths of others, from the lamentations of elders, they have always been told about the shame of their family. But who would like this feeling? Everyone comes into this world with the beautiful expectations and blessings of their parents, and they also have suppressed pride and resentment in their hearts.
This pride and desire burned fiercely in my chest at this moment, overwhelmed all anxiety and fear.
The galloping knights plunged into the enemy formation like a sharp knife, bringing up countless flowers of blood. The blazing and golden lances melted gold and broke iron, penetrating the armor and bodies of one enemy after another. Facing the enemy's bows and long swords, they never tired, never retreated, and never regretted.
They began to suffer heavy casualties, but they also took out ten times more enemies.
At noon, fragments of flesh and blood slid off the armor, and the originally white flag was dyed into a messy dark red. Kanda was full of arrowheads and stood on a hill full of corpses. A wide gap was cut on his ear, and thick dark red blood slowly flowed out. The knight's helmet on his head had been torn off by the enemy and no one knew where it rolled to.
The long sword he was equipped with had been broken in the melee, and only the lance full of holes was left in his hand, sticking on the enemy's corpse.
Pulling out the sturdy lance, a small stream of blood flowed, and he staggered back a few steps before slowly steadying himself. Looking around, he found that there were no living enemies and no standing teammates.
A flag with a gold star on a blue background gradually rose on the castle in the distance, and thunderous cheers came from the city.
He grinned, but his bloodstained face couldn't make out his smile, then he fell backwards with his head tilted back.
[Old man, I have done everything you told me to do back then. I hope you won’t blame me anymore.]
The sky was bright at noon, and the dazzling light of the sun gradually blurred his vision. The wounds on his body seemed to no longer hurt, and his limbs began to slowly become numb.
Is it going to end here, Kanda thought, but he didn’t feel as excited as before. Instead, he felt a sense of peace and satisfaction.
The past weakness, the long-cherished wish of the race, the admonitions of the father, all these past events have been suppressed in the heart like wrinkled cloth, but today they are smoothed out one by one by the hot iron. There are no more regrets, and death seems to have become acceptable, no longer so hateful and fearful.
He slowly closed his eyes and quietly waited for the last moment to come.
In the year of the Iron Spear, at the end of autumn, a group of rabbit-eared orcs joined Cransia. This race, once considered humble and weak by everyone, shined brightly on the battlefield. The white steel cavalry broke through the last hope of Xifeng and extinguished the last hope of the nobles. In the chaos, the rebels broke through Xifeng's palace and ended its hundreds of years of rule.
The name Clancy officially appeared in history and began to compose his brilliant and moving epic.
A pair of hands covered Kanda's eyes, blocking the dazzling sunlight, and then warm magic began to flow through his body, and then a soft voice sounded in his ears.
"You can't rest now, Mr. Commander."
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