strokinit Chapter 151 The Final Charge, The Imperial Capital Of Rotis With Open Arms 【5/5 For Automatic Subscr
Chapter 151 The Final Charge, The Imperial Capital Of Rotis With Open Arms 【5/5 For Automatic Subscr
"Ah!"
In the dark mud.
When the sky was getting dark, an extremely bloody battle on the banks of the Louben River finally came to an end.
With no more soldiers on the other side of the river rushing over, after the heavy rain stopped, both sides of the Louben River exuded a bone-deep chill in the early morning.
When the soldiers of the Prouker Kingdom joined forces, they killed the last Rotis Empire soldier who rushed over and vowed not to surrender.
Several triangular army thorns pierced through his body, and the opponent fell powerlessly on the muddy riverside while blood was sprayed.
As far as the eye could see, there were corpses lying on the entire river bank at this moment, including those of the soldiers of the Rotis Empire, and of course those of the Prouker soldiers.
In the face of war, life is equal to everyone.
Ulysses was covered in mud and blood, but the long sword of Merusos in his hand was still bright.
In one night, there were three or four hundred soldiers of the Rotis Empire directly killed by him.
"Quickly count the wounded! Medics! Hurry up and save people!"
Ulysses didn't cheer, and a hoarse voice immediately gave orders.
In this battle, the loss of the Prouker Kingdom was not small, and it is estimated that more than a thousand people died in the battle.
But the record is also quite fierce. In the "nine-nine-zero" situation that lost the advantage of the musket, it should be able to play a record of 3 to 1, or even 5 to 1.
Wesker also came back to his senses, and immediately led the surviving soldiers to treat the wounded.
"Uh uh uh"
Alcohol was spilled on the place where the knife was cut, and even the Prouker soldiers almost popped out their painful eyeballs at this moment.
The Prouker military doctors, who had already felt it in the rear, carried the wounded to the back, and at the same time urgently carried out first aid measures for some seriously injured Prouker soldiers.
As for some of the remaining Rotis soldiers who were still alive, it was right to assume that the other party was already dead.
On the other side of the river, the icy morning mist cleared away, except for a military flag of the Rotis Empire and a flag of Benero's commander who were planted on the opposite side, there was no one to be seen.
During last night's battle, Ulysses vaguely noticed that after the last battle against the Rotis Empire, Benero passed out and was taken away by the adjutant.
"Order the uninjured soldiers to cross the river immediately and occupy Luoluben City!"
Ulysses looked towards the west direction, and three to four hundred kilometers to the west, there was the Rhodes Plain and the capital of the Rhodes Empire.
When Benero, this tough bone, was defeated by Ulysses and the others.
The imperial capital of the entire Rotis Empire can be said to have opened its arms to the army of the Prouker Kingdom.
September 25th, as Ulysses said.
Occupy the eastern part of the Rotis Empire before the National Day of the Prouker Kingdom.
Ulysses looked at his Goldfinger map, not only him, but the grassland also seemed to usher in the end of the war soon.
In order to prepare this pocket for the Golden Knights, Ulysses mobilized a large number of cavalry in the country.
There are not only Prouker heavy cavalry and light cavalry stationed in the country, but also a large number of grassland militia organized.
The total strength reached nearly 70,000.
Under intensive surveillance and harassment, the Golden Knights had no chance at all.
In addition to a large number of staff attrition every day, there is no way to even rush to the vicinity of the railway for one or two kilometers.
"Back then, your son stayed in our Prouker Kingdom as a guest. Today I can give you a chance to surrender."
Cologne's voice was cold, and more than 5,000 Prouker heavy armored cavalry behind him looked coldly at the Grand Duke Genister and others who had no chance of escaping.
At the moment, it is on this grassy slope about five or six kilometers away from the railway.
Successive breakouts all ended in failure, and the remaining 3,000 Golden Knights, including Grand Duke Genister, were almost all wounded at this moment.
However, the strong belief and the glory of the Golden Knights from generation to generation filled the faces of each of them with resignation to death.
"Clang!"
The Grand Duke Genest threw the sharpened knife in his hand on the ground, and pulled out his saber from the horse beside him.
The golden Golden Knights flag fluttered high beside him, without any words, but at this moment the entire cavalry regiment was posing one after another.
Cologne raised his lance made of fine steel and pointed the cold tip at the Golden Knights in the distance.
"Wow!"
Among the uniform movements, the Prouker heavy cavalry first began to move slowly, and the speed became faster and faster, rushing towards the Golden Knights.
"Golden Knights! Charge!!!"
Although the Grand Duke Genest is old, his voice is full of heroism and fearlessness.
Roaring, he was the first to charge the cavalry regiment in front of him on his horse.
"Boom"
The heavy sound of horseshoes gradually approached as the two sides approached, and the killing air collided with each other in an instant.
"what!"
"charge!"
"Pfft!"
The black torrent of the Prouker heavy cavalry and the pale gold of the Golden Knights crossed, and many figures immediately lay down on the ground.
The war horses that lost their masters screamed.
However, none of the two sides lost anyone by their side. They quickly turned their horses' heads, their eyes covered in blood, but their fighting spirit remained undiminished.
"charge!!!"
Surrounded by tens of thousands of Prouker cavalry, the Heavy Armored Cavalry Regiment led by Cologne and the Golden Knights led by the Grand Duke Genister, after three or four rounds of confrontation.
When Grand Duke Genister, covered in blood and breathing heavily, adjusted his charging posture again, he was shocked to find out.
This time, only he survived the charge.
Although he has avoided the fatal damage of the heavy cavalry many times with his old and hot experience, the battle armor on his body is already dilapidated at this moment, and the blood-soaked gold knights lead the battle armor.
Gritting his teeth, the Grand Duke of Genest suddenly focused his eyes and saw the Golden Knights army flag lying aside. He got off his horse and quickly picked up the general flag.
Get on the horse, holding a banner in one hand and a sword in the other.
No one disturbed the entire process. For the Prouker nation, which admires strength and bravery, the actions of the Grand Duke Janister today have undoubtedly successfully defended the honor of the last generation of the Golden Knights of the Rotis Empire.
"Golden Knights! For the late emperor! Charge!!!"
Namibia Defense Line.
Since the Grand Duke Genest set off, the defense line here has been handed over to the original defender.
Even though they are more or less aware of the Golden Knights' departure, it is estimated that there will be more or less good luck, even if they come back, there will definitely not be many left.
But everyone is still looking forward to the reappearance of the banner of the Golden Knights.
As the highest cavalry regiment founded by the founding emperor of the Rotis Empire, the Golden Knights, in the hearts of the Rotis soldiers, not only symbolize the highest combat power of the royal family, but also the highest glory of soldiers...
"Clatter.
A dense sound of horseshoes came from the wilderness in the north of the defense line, and the highly tense Namibian defense line defenders immediately rang the alarm bell.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
"Prouker Cavalry! The Prouker Cavalry is coming! Everyone on alert!"
"Ready to fight!!!"
However, after the guards looked at it, they found that the cavalry of the Prouker Kingdom stopped outside the range of their bed map after arriving at the open space outside the Namibian defense line.
Then, under the stunned and sad eyes of everyone.
A platinum battle armor that had already been broken and scattered, and a golden flag stained with a lot of blood appeared in front of these Rotis defenders.
That familiar golden color, as long as one is a member of the Rotis Empire, one will never admit it wrong at this moment.
After seeing the broken battle armor, a guard finally let out a cry of grief and indignation.
"Grand Duke Janister! Martyred! Huh, huh!"
"【War Achievement·Shattered Will·Completed】"
"【Successfully destroy a legion representing the highest glory of the country, and kill or capture its leader alive】"
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Rotis Royal Prison.
As a prison cell for imperial nobles and the most heinous prisoners.
When Panarin, who was imprisoned here, saw Falma, he was about to say something, but when he saw the other's eyes full of sadness, an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.
"Did something happen?"
Falma deliberated for a while, and finally uttered a word slowly.
"Grand Duke Genest, it's okay.
Panarin: "...."
When Panarin was brought to the court meeting hall by Falma, there were quite a few fewer people who came to the scene today for some reason.
On the throne, Kaisanger looked at Panarin guiltily.
"The Kingdom of Prouker sent the Duke and the remains of the soldiers who died in the battle to the Namibian defense line. I have asked people to send the Duke back as soon as possible. 2.6 should arrive tonight."
Panarin clenched his fists, and all the palace guards around looked at each other nervously.
I'm afraid that the other party will do something out of the ordinary at this moment.
But Panarin asked, "Does Your Majesty still plan to continue fighting?"
Everyone's eyes turned to Kaisanger on the throne again.
Even these ministers at the scene were eager to know Kesanger's current thoughts.
Today, some people from the court meeting did not come, it is entirely because these people have now left the capital of Rotis, and fled towards the Gruber Empire and other countries with a lot of wealth.
Those who can stay here, now the younger generation of the family have been transferred, leaving only some old people who are unwilling to give up the glory of their ancestors. They choose to stay in the imperial capital and will be buried with the Rotis Empire.
That's right, a burial.
The war has reached this point, and there is no hope at all.
Everyone looked at Kaisanger, but the latter looked at Falma and asked a question that shocked the audience.
"Falma, should you sit firmly on the throne?"
PS: Brothers, the author has tenosynovitis, and the code word code is uncomfortable, and the state may be a little bad. Please forgive me, I will adjust it as soon as possible, and buy some medicine tomorrow to try.