Chapter 47 (1/2)
The flag of the red axe blade danced against the cold winter wind, and the white skeleton hidden in the wind and snow loomed, with a bloodthirsty smile.
When dreus saw the iron thorn cavalry Corps on the low slope, he slowly raised his black axe and opened his mouth in a deep voice.
”Lance, ready!”
to be sonorous!
The neat and consistent action of the lance sounded, and the black blade pointed obliquely at the snow to cut through the falling snowflakes. After the visor, the eyes of every noxas imperial cavalry were filled with indifference and firmness.
They are waiting for orders, for orders to attack, for glory to come.
Glory is not a false name. Glory is the blood stained on both hands, just like the flag flying at the highest place, like the color dyed red by blood.
That is the mark painted by countless noxans with their lives.
Dreus did not look at the soldiers behind him. The rise of Knox was based on countless wars and countless sacrifices of Knox people. Now, it is still so.
”For Knox!”
The black axe suddenly chopped the snowflakes and rippled the clearly visible air waves. Dreus took the lead and charged in the front. The scarlet cloak danced and pulled out the dazzling glow.
”For Knox!”
Excited shouts and roars resounded through the Aaron hills, and the Knights of the Knox Empire followed dreus and launched a ruthless charge.
The red horses trampled on the pale snow, and the dark armor set off the scattered dawn brilliance, like the sound of thundering hoofs tearing up the snowflakes in the air.
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Iron thorn cavalry corps, viscount Lloyd looked up at the dark cavalry at the top of the slope, with a dignified face. It was an Elite Corps no less than iron thorn cavalry, with a number of 300-400.
Looking back at the pale Baron Emerson, a deep sense of killing flashed in the eyes of viscount Lloyd. The iron thorn cavalry Corps on this trip, but he stood on the support of the Jeffrey family, hoping not to lose too much in this war.
”Iron thorn, prepare!”
Abandon superfluous ideas. In the face of the war, viscount Lloyd roared loudly, and the hot blood boiled in his body, burning the desire to fight.
The iron thorn cavalry wearing exquisite pattern armor quickly completed the formation preparation, with the end of the three meter cavalry gun in their hands on their waist, and the sharp edge of the gun glittered with cold light.
When the thunderous sound of horses' hoofs sounded from the uphill slope, viscount Lloyd's pupils contracted slightly, and the sense of terror with all destruction swept through.
”Is it really a decoration to be Laozi's iron thorn cavalry?”
Whether during the ten-year patriotic war or the perennial war with the Principality of tempefasha, the iron thorn cavalry Corps has left a strong mark.
It was the glory of the Jeffrey family and one of the most powerful heavy cavalry legions in the stoke kingdom.
Victory will belong to the iron thorn!
The glory of the Jeffrey family can not be blasphemed. Only blood can remind people of the memory of the Jeffrey family when they oppressed the north of the kingdom.
”Iron thorn, fight!”
Dada! Dada! Dada!
The dull sound of horses' hoofs crushed the snow, and the falling snowflakes were annihilated by the footsteps of the iron thorn cavalry. No one can hinder the iron thorn's charge.