Oath Of Iron And Fire

Imperial Year 523 Dukedom of Forthland A nameless hill The four-year-old warhorse had lost control after being dragged, cut and stabbed several times. Its strong skin was cut open, and the pink flesh was turned inside out. The pressure difference between the inside of the capillaries and the atmosphere caused the blood to flow out of the body uncontrollably. Every time the horse's strong heart pumped, it lost more blood. It jumped, kicked, and neighed like crazy to prevent any human from approaching, and even tried to turn around and bite its rider several times. The young rider on horseback took more attacks than the horse. Although the sturdy armor prevented the rider from being injured by sharp weapons, he was still hit by several powerful blows and his breathing was still stagnant. The rider no longer cared about his injuries, he just wanted to get away from this deadly place as soon as possible. He clamped his legs tightly around the horse's belly, and his left hand firmly grasped the reins and saddle head, trying his best not to be thrown to the ground by the out-of-control horse. When he charged, his spear pierced the first enemy's body, but he was unable to pull it out due to the speed of his horse, and it slipped out of his hand. His shield was nowhere to be found. Now, the only weapon he could use to protect himself was an armed sword, and his mind was blank. Techniques, moves, and the teachings of his swordsmanship teacher had long been forgotten, and all he could do was chop, swing, and knock away any weapon that came close to him. He couldn't understand how this mob of vendors and craftsmen could survive a flanking charge without being defeated? Not only did they not flee in all directions, but they took the initiative to fight with their own side. Most of the cavalrymen who launched the charge had already rushed out of the melee area at their own speed and were regrouping, but a small number of cavalrymen had not been able to cleanly break through the enemy, their speed was slowed down, and they were horrified to find that they were being attacked from all sides. If the enemy was defeated, the cavalry could drive the defeated soldiers from the flank and sweep the entire battle line in one breath. But if they failed to disperse the enemy and were trapped among the enemy, the cavalry fighting on their own would soon be wiped out. And he was one of the small number of cavalry trapped among the enemy. He was startled by a loud bang, knowing it was the sound of a matchlock gun, one of the enemy's most powerful weapons and one he feared the most. The sound of the gun was reflected many times by the nearby hillside, making it sound particularly long. He was delighted to find that there was no more hole in his body, but this joy was soon overshadowed by a shadow - the fact that he was not shot meant that another of his companions might have fallen. At this time, his warhorse's madness began to weaken, and he could feel that the warhorse was no longer trying to throw him off its back. The pain in the warhorse's body began to be relieved by the analgesic hormones secreted by its body, and the desire to attack caused by panic and rage gradually subsided, and the instinct to escape from danger prevailed. The horse now only wanted to leave this area filled with blood and noise as soon as possible. The rider also felt this change, he stabbed the horse's ribs lightly, and at the same time used the reins and legs to guide the horse to try to run towards the place where the enemy was sparse. The warhorse received this command and stopped flailing around randomly, instead it began to accelerate in the direction the rider directed. The enemies did not dare to stand in front of the running horses, and they all moved away from the front of the horses. They hid to the side of the horses, and stabbed the man and the horse with their spears. It was only a few seconds from the time the horse stopped going crazy to the time it started going crazy again, and there were three more wounds on the horse's side, belly and thigh. The rider was also hit by two spears, but he was full of joy. Because the rider found that although the morale of these ordinary people was high, they were not brave enough to stand still in front of the charging warhorse and exchange their lives for his. This meant that as long as the warhorse speeded up, he could escape. I'm saved! I'll be able to get out soon! The rider praised God loudly over and over again in his heart. But suddenly, a huge pulling force came from the left shoulder. Caught off guard, the rider was dragged off the horse. While the rider's horse was still going crazy, a halberdier at the edge of the group had noticed him; When the rider rode his horse and began to speed up in the direction where there were fewer people, the halberd bearer had already ambushed him on his escape route and was waiting for him; When the rider's horse's head passed right in front of the halberdier, the halberdier acted decisively and extended the halberd to his side. When the halberd hit the rider, the horse had already passed half of its body in front of the halberd bearer. So this was an attack from the left rear side, which was his blind spot and also his weak side for the rider who had lost his shield. The barb of the halberd caught the rider's left arm, and a huge force instantly passed through the halberd and acted on both him and the halberdier at the same time. But the halberd bearer's hands gripped the wooden handle tightly like tree roots. In the last second, the rider thought he was going to be saved, and in the next second, he was dragged off his horse by the halberd bearer. The rider felt as if he had flown off his horse and landed heavily on the soft grass. The horse, freed from an encumbrance, sped away from this inferno. The rider struggled to get up, but found that his left arm was powerless - the huge pulling force just now had dislocated his left shoulder. When the enemies beside him saw him fall off his horse, they immediately dropped their weapons and rushed over. The rider could feel a pair of hands trying to take off his helmet. He was terrified, holding the helmet tightly with his right hand, and letting out an incoherent whine from his throat. He struggled desperately, but could not move. One of the enemies lifted his skirt armor, and another musketeer pushed his gun against the mail under the skirt armor. The rider, realizing what was about to happen, cried and struggled desperately, but the enemies' hands still pinned him to the ground like iron tongs. The musketeer's assistant poured gunpowder into the gunpowder pool at the end of the matchlock and hung the matchlock. The musketeer pressed the shooting rod without hesitation, and the weakly burning matchlock moved towards the gunpowder pool, igniting the gunpowder in the pool. The flame spread all the way into the barrel and ignited the gunpowder tightly packed in the barrel. The powerful thrust generated by the gunpowder gas pushed the lead bullet out of the barrel. With a loud bang and choking smoke, the lead bullet with huge kinetic energy penetrated the chain mail, armored clothing and the rider's skin, entered his soft abdomen, rushed around in his abdominal cavity, and crushed his organs. The young rider twitched a few times, lay on the ground, and never moved again. ———————————— Imperial Year 528 Duchy of Piedmont/United Provinces Shitang Ferry "A golden opportunity has appeared! The false emperor is at the ferry! Follow me!" The general with a red feather on his helmet took the lead, leading his cavalry through the gap between the two phalanxes straight into the heart of the enemy and charging towards the flag belonging to the emperor. "Uukhai! Uukhai!" The warriors of Plato roared in unison like the boiling sea, and followed the general closely in the arrow-shaped formation. The horses' hooves roared like thunder, the sharp sabers were raised above their heads, and the swallowtail flags fluttered at the tips of their spears. Several teams of knights who tried to stop the charge were instantly defeated. Their shining silver armor was like a few splashes of water in a red torrent, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. The remaining spearmen and crossbowmen were terrified and dropped their weapons and fled in all directions. Like the prophet who parted the Red Sea, the Hussars swept away all the enemies that stood between them and the false emperor. Cannonballs, lead bullets, and arrows were fired at them, but the Hussars did not dodge or give way. They had only one goal, and that was Richard IV's head. The last line of defense of the Royal Guard was also breached. The hussars in the front row and the halberdiers who refused to retreat were almost destroyed together. After the halberdiers' formation was broken, the cavalry in the rear row who rushed past chopped down all those who were still standing. Finally, the officer with the red feather on his helmet could see the gilded helmet of Richard IV. "False Emperor! Mad Richard!" This cavalry warrior raised his saber high and led the last hussars to charge towards the emperor of the Holy Muro Empire. The last perspective of his life was a rolling one, with all the scenery rolling in front of him, and he was flying like a bird. He finally understood why the false emperor dared not retreat or give in. "Damn it, court mage, damn it." As he thought this, he closed his eyes and a flame went out. The hussars did not see any movements made by the two masked men in front of the emperor, but they saw that the general and his horse were turned into several pieces, as if they were torn apart from the inside by a huge force. These men from the Palat Plateau did not know the [Disintegration Technique]. Seeing the person they respected like a father die tragically, they rushed towards the enemy like crazy with red eyes. A masked man raised his hand, and cold rays shot out from his hand. The hussars were called out one by one, with a bloody hole in their chests, and fell off their horses. The other masked man did not move at all, but the hussars in front of him all turned red in the face, their limbs stiffened, and they stopped breathing in an instant. "Dark magic! Devil! Servant of the devil! You are wizards!" the last Hussar shouted in panic. This warrior with a will as strong as steel was also frightened by the scene before him. He swung his saber towards the false emperor. A masked man hooked his finger, and the saber deviated from its original trajectory. It turned a corner in the air as if being pulled by an invisible hand and flew into the bushes. Another cold light shot out from the masked man's hand, piercing a hole in the last hussar's head, ending this charge that should have been successful. ———————————— Imperial Year 531 Republic of Forthland Drenthe The gate was slowly opened, and the lack of lubrication on the door hinges made a harsh friction sound. This was the first time that the west gate of Drenthe had been opened since Richard IV's army arrived at the city two years ago. The soldiers dragged out the components prepared in advance and built a simple floating bridge to the other side of the moat. A group of officers rode onto the pontoon bridge, walked across the moat, walked across the land that was wet with blood, and walked across the trenches and earth walls built by the enemy to blockade Drenthe. They walked through the enemy's camp under the enemy's numb or hateful gazes, walked all the way into the emperor's camp, and finally sat down at a long table under the angry stares of Richard IV's ministers. The emperor himself entered the tent after everyone was seated. He sat on the main chair and looked at the officer sitting on his left, and asked calmly: "Do you want to surrender now?" "No, your majesty. It is we who brought you peace," the officer answered sincerely. ———————————— Imperial Year 532 The United Provinces Guitu Castle "It's done! It's done! Hahahaha! It's done!" Army Brigadier General Antoine Laurent shouted excitedly in his study, hitting his legs and waving his fists in the air while holding the letter. He felt that this was not enough. He then pulled out a long sword from the cupboard and swung it around the room, smashing many items of furniture. His wife heard the shouting and clanging coming from the study and hurried over to see what was going on. Antoine Laurent saw his wife push open the door and throw the sword to the ground. , picked up her wife and walked around the room several times. "Oh, oh, what's the matter with you? Are you crazy?" His wife was startled. Antoine Laurent put his wife down, but did not loosen his hands. He hugged his wife and kissed her hard on the face: "We will finally have our own magician! Hahahahaha..." ———————————— “We should understand history, because everything that is happening now can be traced back to the past.” —Ned Smith, Field Marshal of the Confederate States of Cernas