On the banks of the Tvar River, with lush grass and warm sunshine, this is a famous grassland in the North IJssel area. It is said that only here can the purest and tallest IJssel war horses be well-equipped and well-trained cavalry is stationed here. The neighing of war horses mixed with the whistling wind, making it seem a bit noisy.
In this team of thousands of people, almost every cavalryman was wearing gorgeous armor with alternating colors of gold and bright silver interspersed with bright red cloth, riding tall and strong war horses, and holding five or six meter long lances with bright flags fluttering on the top.
What is most striking is that they all have huge wings made of metal frames and feathers behind them.
——They are the Ethel Winged Hussars, and also the most elite spearmen under Walter.
This army, which was established hundreds of years ago, has achieved brilliant results in battle. It once completely destroyed the orc clans and giant tribes in the North Aysir Plain, bringing decades of peace to the area.
Although it seems insignificant in front of Fadlan's divine army, it is enough to sweep across any kingdom in the north.
The striking wings on the back of the Winged Hussars come from the glorious military tradition of Holy Fadlan in the old days. The cavalrymen use this to imitate the descendants of angels, hoping that they can also possess the courage and strength of the descendants of angels.
Moreover, these wings are far more than just decorations. With the careful design of the former Fadlan wizards, they have become important equipment for increasing speed and impact force.
In recent years, the Aesir cavalry has been equipped with muskets, which enable them to conduct long-range shooting and gain an advantage in melee battles with scattered formations.
Just a set of Winged Hussar armor like this weighs hundreds of kilograms. To be able to move freely and swiftly while wearing this heavy equipment, one must at least be a professional warrior.
Four-digit professionals were unimaginable to any of the former dukes of Anzeta - and the Ethel Winged Cavalry was such a terrifying legion composed of thousands of professionals.
It is said that when they charge in droves, the footsteps of their horses can make the earth tremble and rivers overflow, and the screams of their wings can make dragons tremble.
Even the bravest warriors would lose their legs when facing the charge of the Winged Hussars and be ruthlessly killed by the god of death.
The current Winged Hussar General, Count Leonie Garcia, rode on his horse, looking towards the north with a serious expression.
The general looked to be in his fifties, with two delicate mustaches and wearing armor that was heavier and more luxurious than that of ordinary winged hussars. He looked dignified and majestic.
It is said that Leoni almost obtained the qualification to become a descendant of God, but unfortunately after the Holy Fadlan split, he never had the chance again - and this became a regret in his life.
As a former general of the Holy Fadran Cavalry, Leoni is exceptionally powerful.
Even the warhorse he rides is extraordinary. It is said to have the bloodline of a dragon. Not only is it extremely powerful, it also has hard gray-white scales.
In the Winged Hussars' formation, there were rows of spears and a murderous aura. The battle flags with the sun and wing emblems painted on them fluttered in the wind.
Leoni rode his warhorse and patrolled in front, sweeping his sharp eyes over the cavalrymen, then drew the saber from his waist and raised it high.
The bright silver blade sparkled in the sun, the delicate patterns on the blade shimmered, and there were silver wings on the handle.
——This is the saber handed down by the earliest general of the Ethel Winged Hussars. It is forged entirely from mithril and is extremely expensive. It symbolizes the Winged Hussars' belief in victory.
At this moment, Leoni wanted to use this to boost morale and recall the Winged Hussars' former glory and beliefs.
"Warriors, I believe you also know that war is coming!
The evil dragon from the north and his clan are not satisfied with their barren territory. They are coveting the rich and beautiful land of Ethel and want to destroy our home!
Can we just sit back and watch this happen?"
"Do not--"
The rows of spears vibrated, the battle flags intertwined, the cavalrymen shouted loudly, and even the horses under their crotch were neighing constantly and stomping the ground rhythmically with their huge hooves.
"Boom, boom, boom"
For a moment, the ground trembled slightly and made a dull sound. The cavalry seemed to be using the horse's hooves as drumsticks and the earth as drumheads, constantly beating this huge "war drum".
"No! We can never allow such a tragedy to happen!"
Leonie swung his saber in the air, making a beautiful knife flower, and then pointed it straight to the sky, and the tip of the knife seemed to be lit by the sunlight.
"Warriors, do you see? The sacred sun is still hanging high in the sky, and it never sets. We are still the favorites of His Majesty Amaunator, and we are still the noble and confident Fadran people!
For hundreds of years, only the Fadlanders have conquered other nations, and we have never been victims! And any force that dares to anger us will face a catastrophe!
Remember, as long as the sun remains in the sky and moves according to the laws of the gods - Fadlan will live forever!"
"For Fadlan!"
Suddenly, unimaginable and enthusiastic cheers broke out in the army. The momentum was even greater than before, even drowning out the sound of horse hooves.
The Winged Hussars looked fanatical, raised their spears, waved their battle flags, and shouted the slogan "For Fadlan" at the top of their lungs.
At this moment, they puffed out their chests with pride, as if they had returned to the heyday of more than a decade ago, when that vast empire still dominated the continent, and they were still the most distinguished and confident citizens of the entire Feanso.
Some people even sang a long-standing ballad - even the devils in hell dare not provoke the Fadlans.
After years of war and conflict, Fadland during the imperial period has been beautified over and over again, becoming the "ideal country" in their minds and their spiritual pillar.
For these Ethel Winged Hussars, recalling past glory and pursuing the glory of Fadlan are always the best catalysts, keeping them motivated and willing to sacrifice their lives.
For some reason, the ground shook even more violently, and it was obviously not caused by the horses' hooves - but the Winged Hussars, caught up in the heated atmosphere, did not realize this.
Leonie looked at the enthusiastic faces of the cavalrymen and whispered, "Very good, that's it. We must never forget our pride as Fadrans.
So what if it’s a dragon?
In the glorious history of the Fadlan Empire, His Majesty Aragorn has led us to kill countless beasts that overestimated their own strength, including white dragons, blue dragons, and countless others."
"Om-"
At this moment, a shrill noise sounded overhead, interrupting Leonie's thoughts, and a hideous shadow cast from the sky appeared on the grassland in the distance.
"It's only been less than three days, how could it go so fast?"
Leoni quickly raised his head and looked towards the sky with a serious expression, only to see hundreds of two-legged flying dragons spread their wings, forming a wedge-shaped formation and flying towards them.
What surprised him was that the edges of the wings of these wyverns were equipped with metal shells that could cut through the air, and they seemed to be carrying humanoid creatures on their backs.
Moreover, the formation of these monsters was extremely neat - they were not at all like the simple-minded, disorganized beasts he had imagined.
"what is that?"
"Damn it, the attack from the Burning Empire came so quickly!"
"Were those scouts in the north just wandering around? How could they be allowed to rush in here?!"
Looking at the group of flying dragons gliding rapidly in the distance, the Winged Hussars couldn't help but curse, but they did not lose their footing due to panic.
To them, the wyverns, although troublesome, were not opponents that could pose a threat to them.
Leonie didn't care about that. He just raised his saber and ordered loudly: "Be careful! It's a wyvern! Maintain a defensive formation and shoot down these damn flying lizards!"
The horses neighed, and the winged cavalry cooperated skillfully, changing formations quickly, and the horses' hooves kicked up clouds of dust. These winged cavalry were very experienced in dealing with attacks from the sky. They had fought against white dragons, griffins, demons and other flying enemies.
The Winged Hussars holding huge shields hurriedly rode to the front row and formed a tight formation, almost shoulder to shoulder. They raised their shields high to defend against the swooping dragons.
The winged cavalry in the second row raised their spears and extended them through the gaps in their giant shields, ready to pierce the attacking dragons at any time.
The other Winged Hussars took off their muskets and bows and arrows, aimed at the sky diagonally above, and were ready to shoot these unpredictable monsters into sieves at any time.
In the center of the army formation, Leoni stared at the dragons, but found that they were still diving at a height of one hundred meters in the air, and seemed to have no intention of landing on the ground and pouncing on them.
Their shadows stretched long on the ground, like a harbinger of death, making people feel chilled.
Are these wyverns just here for reconnaissance?
For some reason, Leonie's heartbeat quickened, and he seemed to have a bad premonition.
"Whoosh-"
A piercing roar sounded, making Leonie feel creepy and his hair stand on end, and his premonition was soon confirmed!
The wyverns loosened their claws, and strings of black dots appeared in the blue sky. Hundreds of bombs fell freely, like raindrops - attacking the Winged Hussars who were ready for battle.
wrong!
These things are real weapons! These cunning wyverns don't even want to engage in close combat with them!
Suddenly, Leonie's face was filled with horror, and he let out a heartbreaking roar: "Scatter quickly——"
"Run! Run!"
But it was too late! Although the Winged Hussars reacted quickly and galloped on their horses, they were still slower than the speed of the bombs landing.
"boom!"
In an instant, there was a deafening explosion, flames shot up into the sky, and tore the earth into countless pieces.
Then, accompanied by a series of deafening noises, flames of explosions burst out one after another, engulfing the tightly-packed Winged Hussars, and shrapnel, limbs and flesh flew everywhere.
The air was filled with smoke and dust. Under the reflection of the fire and the cover of thick smoke, everything around became blurred.
"So hot!"
"Ah! My legs!"
"I can't hear you! I can't hear you!"
Under this sudden attack, the war horses neighed in panic and the winged cavalry howled and screamed, no longer as brave as before.
Among the wounded Winged Hussars, some lost their arms and legs, some had half of their heads cut off by shrapnel, and some even had their whole bodies on fire and were burned to death on horseback.
Having never experienced such an attack before, this round of bombing alone caused nearly two hundred Winged Hussars to be killed or injured.
However, the wyverns climbed up skillfully, preparing to change direction and launch the next round of bombing.
Seeing the heavy losses of his Winged Hussars, Leonie's eyes were bloodshot, and his smoke-blackened face became even more hideous.
He shouted angrily: "Damn monsters! You will pay with your lives!"
Leoni spurred his horse to a gallop, trying to catch up with the dragon group.
His eyes were red as he casually pulled out a spear that was stuck in the ground, raised it behind his head, and threw it out with all his strength, as if he wanted to completely vent the pent-up anger in his heart!
"Whoosh-"
The spear pierced through the air and flew up to a height of nearly 100 meters, crossing the sky like a comet and rushing towards the group of dragons.
"what!"
A short scream was heard in the sky. An unlucky dragon rider was pierced by the spear and fell from the sky.
Looking at the falling wyvern, Leonie gnashed his teeth and said, "Never anger a Fadlan!"
The battle situation was gradually turning into chaos. Under the threat from the sky, the Winged Hussars did not even dare to gather together and could only ride aimlessly.
Suddenly, Leoni's expression froze. He suddenly found that the ground was shaking unnaturally and making a dull sound. However, the Winged Hussars did not charge in groups at this time. How could this happen?
Leonie suddenly realized that the shaking of the ground was not caused by the Winged Hussars!
The ground shook more and more violently, the stones on the ground began to boil, and the sound became heavier.
Leonie turned around in panic and looked towards the source of the sound. Suddenly, the expression on his face froze.
"Your Majesty Aragorn."
Thick smoke billowed, covering the sky and the sun. Giant steel beasts appeared on the distant horizon and rushed towards them like moving mountains, pressing down on them. Even the river behind them was trembling.
These battle-hardened Winged Hussars had just escaped death and now exclaimed in disbelief once again.
“Oh my God!”
"By Amaunator, can they fly?"
"This place is hundreds of kilometers away from Katpa! How did these things get here?"
They only thought they had seen a miracle of war, and did not know that this was the result of the tank cluster and "aircraft" coordinating with each other and advancing rapidly in depth.
Leonie couldn't help but mutter to himself: "When the Winged Cavalry launches a mass charge, the footsteps of the horses will make the earth tremble and the rivers overflow, and the screams of the wings can make the dragon tremble."
This was clearly a word used to describe the Winged Hussars, a description that made him feel extremely honored, proud and proud.
Leonie was horrified to find that at this moment, these sentences seemed more appropriate when applied to these enemies.
Because - they are indeed making the earth and rivers tremble.
If it were in the past, he would have faced it bravely without hesitation, and even launched a charge, because he had the powerful Fadlan Empire behind him.
But now, he hesitated.
Without the support of the Holy Fadlan Empire, can they really defeat the Burning Empire and defend the land of North Ethel?
Leonie, who had always been a staunch "Frenchman", felt somewhat lost at this moment. His lips moved, his hand holding the saber trembled slightly, and sweat oozed from his palm.
"Can we really win this war?"
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