Mage Veigar

Chapter 465: Thunderous Force
It's getting dark.

The setting sun hanging halfway up the mountain can no longer bring hope to the earth.

This war, like the afterglow of the setting sun, is about to step into the darkness of eternal night.

Mori bit the dagger with his teeth, stretched out his only remaining right hand, took out a letter from his bosom and stuffed it into the hands of the logistics soldier: "Private, if I die in this war, please send this letter to 1065 Saint Laurent Glory Street."

"I'm sorry I can't do that."

The logistics soldier rejected Mori's request: "I don't think your relatives will welcome a guest like me. If you have anything to say, please wait until the war is over and return to Saint Laurent to tell them in person."

"Do you think I can go back?"

Mori's eyes revealed despair: "The commander-in-chief is no longer the invincible commander he used to be. The glory of the past has blinded his eyes. He is still a child after all... Children are proud and complacent."

His eyes looked forward.

There was already some smoke and dust visible there. Mori knew that the pursuing army of the Empire was approaching: "We can no longer defeat the Imperial Army. The defeat of this battle is inevitable. You are a logistics soldier and can retreat in advance, but I am the main force of the army, and I lost my right hand in the last siege. There is no hope for me to survive."

“Although I also want to go home…”

A crystal tear could not be suppressed and fell from the corner of the young soldier's eye: "But I once swore allegiance to Her Majesty the Queen under the flag of the dynasty. I...will not forget the oath I once made."

"May the glory of the dynasty be with you."

The logistics soldier took the letter and said, "Private First Class Weigen pays you the highest respect. I believe your sacrifice will not be in vain. Your blood will surely awaken the commander-in-chief, and he will surely lead the dynasty to prosperity."

"grateful."

Mori watched the logistics soldiers go away, and then he turned his gaze forward again.

The soldiers of the Empire were already visible to the naked eye, and in a dozen minutes or so, they might engage in close combat.

Is there a chance of winning this battle?
Even a 1% chance of victory! ?

Mori glanced at his comrades around him, and saw that every soldier's eyes were filled with despair. Under the sound of the enemy's boots that echoed through the earth, the soldiers couldn't help but retreat step by step, and the formation became crooked.

The soldiers were terrified.

This fear will eventually kill them.

At this moment, we can make the final assertion:

No! There is not even a shred of hope of victory!

Even though they have nearly 300,000 troops, no soldier thinks they can defeat the Imperial Army. In a life-and-death battlefield, a soldier who can't even hold his spear tightly is not qualified to win.

The goddess of victory will never favor cowards!
Da da da--

Vanguard, that is the enemy's vanguard.

They were wearing heavy armor and riding on majestic war horses. The shining spears emitted a terrible chill that made them feel cold from the soles of their feet to the bottom of their hearts.

Morrie's hand holding the dagger was shaking.

He wanted to control his fear and be loyal to the queen.

But when the enemy was right before his eyes and the shadow of death was looming, fear made him involuntarily take a step back.

This half step made him feel extremely ashamed.

He felt that he had betrayed his oath and his faith, but no one was not afraid of death. Especially for soldiers, meaningless death was not a glory, but a shame.

But he soon discovered that he was not alone.

When the enemy's vanguard came aggressively, the phalanx was in chaos. Everyone wanted to hide behind as much as possible because they did not have the courage to face meaningless death.

They were defeated without a fight before the enemy even arrived.

"Run! Everyone, run!"

"We've already lost."

"We cannot defeat the Imperial Army."

Mori heard roars coming from afar. Those were the soldiers who were afraid of death and were preparing to escape early.

In this desperate atmosphere, this call was echoed by hundreds, causing the defensive formation to completely collapse, and deserters had already appeared. Mori knew very well that if they couldn't even maintain the defensive formation, what would greet them next was a one-sided massacre.

But at this critical moment.

Morrie heard a voice.

This childish voice covered everything between heaven and earth, and was clearly heard by their ears——

"Soldiers, please tell me!"

"Please tell me! Why are you retreating?"

"Have you forgotten the oath you swore to Her Majesty the Queen?"

"Or have you forgotten the flag of glory on the tower of Saint Laurent?"

"If even you retreat, then who else is left?"

"Who else can defend the glory of the dynasty? Who else can protect the king's life?"

Can't go wrong.

The voice, though immature, was intimidating without being angry, came from their commander-in-chief.

Mori turned around and looked in the direction of the voice.

The flags are fluttering.

A golden light reflected into his eyes.

It was the last ray of sunset, penetrating the clouds, splitting the canyon, and finally falling on the queen's purple and gold crown, reflecting the golden light representing the supreme glory.

The afterglow of the setting sun enveloped Xia on the podium.

Her angelic face was dyed sacred and inviolable, and at this moment she became the center of the world.

"Your Majesty?"

"It's Her Majesty the Queen!"

A voice trembling with excitement roared out from his throat, but Mori found that his roar with all his might was drowned out by the overwhelming roar of 300,000 troops.

The discarded weapons were picked up.

The flag that had fallen to the ground was held high.

The retreating soldiers paused.

……

The soldiers rushed to the front, their originally desperate eyes turned into bloodthirsty madness. This army on the verge of collapse regained its morale in less than a minute and turned into a fierce army.

Can't retreat!

Never take a step back!
Whether it was Mori or any other soldier, there was an extremely cold murderous intent in their eyes.

Now, let alone the mere 100,000 imperial troops standing in front of them, even if the enemy was an army of one million, they would not retreat a single step!
Why are they unwilling to retreat even a single step in the face of such a powerful enemy?
Because,
Behind them stood the existence that they would protect even at the cost of their lives——

Shia Saint Laurent.

He was the only king of the dynasty and a symbol of its glory and dignity.

The king's glory must be defended with blood, and those who dare to trample on the dignity of the dynasty must pay the price with their lives.

Astonishing momentum burst out from every soldier.

They began to advance instead of retreat, rushing towards the imperial army. They knew that with every step back, the queen would be in more danger, and with every step forward, the queen would be safer.

Therefore, their belief now has only one -

Fight to the death and move forward.

(End of this chapter)