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“This problem can’t be solved very well. If these guys only count as a countryman, then I can’t help but doubt our fighting power.”

“You really should review your performance.” At this moment a majestic voice came in. All the Knights present couldn’t help but look at the sound and turned to respectfully interject the person: “Adult !”

The person who walked into this circle was the commander of the army, Sir Reich. He looked at one of his own eyes seriously and replied: “Without discussion, the above order has come down.”

“What, are you willing to give us air support, adults?”

“No,” Sir Reich replied succinctly: “This is the order of Abner Duke, who ordered us to stop the attack immediately and return to the Golden Needle Valley for stand-by.”

“What!? Why, just take down Fatan Harbour right now Ah?”

“No reason, the offense has been blocked. Have you seen the Buga people’s fleet? This is the order, and it will be executed immediately.”

“Yes–” Knights was silent, but still nodded.

……

The sun shone on the Holy Cathedral Square was a bit dazzling, the spear tip shimmered in the snow, Halutz held the long sword, and stood on the steps of the Fossa Holy Cathedral, clenching his teeth. Stand firm. Summer wind boasts the long flag on the spire of the Holy Cathedral. The golden sacred emblem shines, and the snowy silver tree petals rise and fall.

The Empire’s army is rushing into the square, and the White Lion Guards’ defense circle is shrinking.

But never retreat –

“Halutz! Stand up, come again!” The voice of the elder sister was majestic and gentle, full of irresistible power. She placed her soft, cold hand on his forehead, carefully looking at his eyes, and stopped. Said: “You are the only man of the Corcova family. You have no choice but to take up your responsibilities and obligations! You are the king. Your blood should flow for the Corcova family, for the royal family, in order to promise you. The people are flowing.”

“The so-called king is the one who first bleeds -“

In a chaotic scream, the anxious shout of a White Lion Guards seemed to pass from the distant sky to his thoughts: “Her Highness the Princess, please go back to the place… here, I can’t keep it. It is.”

The hair ring of the hair bundle did not know when it broke. The long hair of a silver with Feng Feiyang, the hair brushed across the blood-stained face, like a Princess-like and soft and coexisting face, a smile. Halutz looked down at the bloody Knight, lightly smiled: “I can’t retire…because we will win soon… I believe the teacher, he will do it.”

“can–“

Long sword points to the front, and the sword tip shines a little under the sun.

Halutz slowly flattened the ridge of the sword, his eyes formed a straight line, and the childish face was almost sacred and solemn: “Yes. Today I am Princess Fosha, and today, I will lead you to Victory! – You listened well. Kirrlutzian and in the future, they have not yet stood firm. I captured their left wing with me!”

“Her Highness the Princess, you can’t take risks!”

“What’s the matter?” Halutz replied back, pressing one hand to the chest: “This is the blood of the royal family. It flows for the throne. One day, the flower of the royal family withered Wither, but the stars of the ancient king will rise and shine. Aouine A thousand years old.”

This is the claw of White Lion, the Fang of White Lion…

This is the wing of White Lion. It is the glory of White Lion…

This is the soul of White Lion, the pride of White Lion.

The tension on the face of the young Knights turned to sacred. They had a song from the ancient times, and they were sorrowful and majestic, yet they were impassioned. This is the belief that Brando and the first king Eicht passed to them, as if they were escaping through distant time and space. Let people see the truth and belief behind everything.

“Come with me, my Knights, I am with you. Fight side by side with you.”

“Her Highness the Princess, you are with us, we fight side by side -” Knight’s response was low and majestic.

An epic is being written on the battlefield. Aouinian suddenly moved and launched a rapid attack. Above the square, the Knights of countless White Lion Guards made a scream of joy, and they praised and shouted ‘Long live the White Lion’, ‘Long live the Princess’, ‘Long live the Aouine’ to the array of empire defenders. Die and charge.

They are so excited, so indifferent, so dead, as if they are going to face not death, but the glory of Supreme.

Kirrlutzian was blinded, and they found that the flashing of their enemies’ eyes was a crazy color. They lined up into the lance forest and rushed into a row of shield walls. Allow long spear thrusts to wear their bodies, but still attack the Emperor* behind the shield wall.