Kingdom’s Bloodline

The soul-stirring battle cry exploded from the throats of more than two thousand Exeter men, rushing towards the lonely star people.

Under Thales' unexpected circumstances, his first large-scale battlefield experience came.

The sword and shield soldiers of the Fury Guards stood in the first row, their long swords in hand, and stood sideways against their fellow robes.

Araka had already rolled over from his mount. He held up a terrifying sword nearly one person tall with both hands, and strode forward with a fiery fighting intent in his eyes.

The soldiers in front consciously gave up a three-person-wide position to their commander.

"The first round of impact!" Alaka looked around and said loudly: "Hold the defense line!"

The enemy is coming in like a tide, getting closer and closer.

At the very center of the formation, Wyatt immediately pulled Thales off the conspicuous horse, and tightly surrounded him in a circle of six soldiers, and then joined Ada, Putilei, and Rolf ranks, guarding the four corners of this small battle formation.

"Go help the front row!" Thales urged, "If they collapse, you won't be able to protect me!"

But his heart was extremely chaotic—he still couldn't figure it out, how could he face such a situation when he went to Exeter as an envoy?

What happened?

Wyatt and Rolf looked at each other, and with Puttilai's nod, they leaned towards the front row.

Ada let out a sigh of relief, and whispered to Putilei: "This is a real battlefield, and even extreme masters must be extremely careful."

"And such a disparate battle..."

"If you have any way to avoid fighting, please mention it!"

"If not, think about it!"

Thales gritted his teeth and looked at the enemies charging all around, the six brigades of Exeters.

The number of enemies...too many.

Under siege.

We simply don't have enough troops... No, it should be said that we are not ready for battle at all!

what to do?

Shout out my identity?

But the other side didn't seem to care at all.

Facing the upcoming battle, the soldiers of many stars exhaled hot air, clenched their blades, put their shields in place, and looked solemnly at the aggressive Extres.

The first roaring Exeter infantry came to the fore.

"boom!"

His shield collided violently with the shield of a sword and shield soldier.

With the help of fellow soldiers on both sides and rear, Xingchen's sword and shield soldiers gritted their teeth to withstand the impact of this tall opponent, and swung their swords to block the opponent's volleying axe.

However, more Exeters rushed towards the formation of the Star Mission.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The soldiers of Exeter howled angrily, bumping into the formation of the Starmen one after another from all directions!

"kill!"

"Hold them!"

In the roar of the soldiers on both sides, the clash of shields and the clash of weapons were intertwined, like countless thunders exploding on the flat ground.

Genard stood in the first row with two Wrathguard soldiers, his shoulders struggling against the shield.

A swung mace slammed into the shield, and Genard trembled, almost falling backwards.

The companions behind supported his back and helped him stabilize his body.

Genard, with a distorted face, resisted the impact desperately.

Damn it, he thought bitterly.

These Exeters... are much stronger in strength and stature than those rebels in the southwest.

Genard let go of a sword that was stabbed at his forearm, and sent his comrades to deal with him, while the veteran himself took the mace and kicked its master hard at the knee, kicking him reeling, and then The sword plunged into his defenseless neck.

Blood gushed out, and the opponent hesitantly fell on his back.

Luckily...they're not very flexible either.

Just thinking about it, a spear grazed his ear and pierced the abdomen of a soldier to the left of Genard, who fell limp with a howl.

Genard roared to fill the position of the dead, cut off the spear, and resisted a blade that wanted to enter through the gap, and a soldier behind him quickly filled the vacancy left by Genard.

Such scenes appear in various places in the front row.

Roars and howls were still mixed in the metal collisions and sword strikes. Exeter's light infantry rushed forward again and again desperately, and were resisted or even killed by the anger guards and missionaries time and time again. Corpses were left behind, but people continued to fall on the side of the stars, and blood gradually stained the snow.

But the veterans of the Fury Guards in the front row, still relying on their rich experience and seasoned skills, tried their best to keep the front line from being breached.

Thales looked at everything around him with trepidation, the battlefield where thousands of people intertwined.

Brutal and terrifying fight

Blood splattered everywhere.

A life-threatening roar.

The ever-increasing number of corpses.

The battlefield in front of him is undoubtedly more shocking than the previous confrontation with the Holy Blood Corps.

Commander Araka was also in the first row, with a bad face, he guarded the gap between the three of them alone.

He didn't show any fancy and exquisite extreme combat skills, but repeated simple and plain combat movements.

However, no one can take advantage of him.

In the first round of impact, Araka's two-handed sword slashed in the air with a roar of death, and chopped off a head with a horizontal slash.

He then split open the shield and chest of the second Exeter, and then, amidst the gushing blood, swiftly parried a stabbing long sword, and pierced the big sword into his chest before the other party could react. .

But next door to him, a soldier of the Wrath Guard had his skull broken by an axe, and fell powerlessly.

Bastards of Exeter.

Araka gritted his teeth and exhaled, with a ferocious and ferocious face, turned around with a sword hilt, and staggered the enemy.

"Observe the situation in the rear, wait for the opportunity to break through and return to the fortress!" Araka, whose face was covered in blood, lowered his head to avoid an ax blade while swinging his sword, and shouted an order.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult!" An officer of the guard forcefully pushed a fierce Exter back, and reported him: "More than half of the enemy is behind us!"

"Hold on! They're just relying on the morale of the first round of offensive!"

Gritting his teeth, Araka kicked down a shield, and pierced its owner's ferocious roaring face with a sword. With a timely swing of his left hand, he blocked a spear with his forearm, wiping out blood.

But at the same time, an ax blade slashed towards his head, Araka lowered his head calmly to dodge, and the ax blade took away a few hairs.

Huaiya, who was persistent with single-edged swords, arrived, he sent out his long sword, and the Edge of No Return activated, slitting open the opponent's throat with his backhand, but his ribs were scratched by the ax blade, and he groaned in pain.

Beside him, a colleague had his head smashed with a hammer because of rescuing him, and red and white splashed.

"Stop using those boring swordsmanship, and put away your beautiful posture!" Araka blocked a straight blade that was slashing towards Huai Ya with a sword, and shouted angrily: "On the battlefield, extreme masters are no better than ordinary people How many!"

"It's just standing for more than ten minutes and killing a few more soldiers!"

"Save some strength for every attack, leave room for dodge, stab and dodge honestly!"

An infantryman was knocked off his weapon, roaring and wanted to rush up to hug him, Araka held his sword in one hand without hesitation, punched him in the face, and sent him back with a ferocious elbow. The sound of the opponent's ribs cracking.

"Otherwise, retreat to the rear, don't be a burden!"

Huai Ya, who had not recovered from his injuries and suffered new injuries, could only grit his teeth and back away in shame.

A strange wind came suddenly, blowing snow particles, and several Exeter infantrymen who came up couldn't help raising their hands to protect their eyes.

Araka roared wildly and swung his sword with both hands, cutting open a man's shield and chest at the right time, and then thrust into the other man's abdomen.

"This ability is not bad..." Araka wiped the blood from his face, and frowned at Rolf's one-handed Hidden Blade: "But that thing can also be used on the battlefield?"

The dumb Rolf with a broken arm couldn't distinguish anything, but he did feel the powerlessness of the Hidden Blade on the battlefield-without the gauntlet, every time he swung the sword, he might say goodbye to his arm.

He can only use abilities to support the battle, and the Hidden Blade is used for self-defense.

On the other side of the formation, Willow Ken hid behind a sword and shield soldier, held a sword strike with his left hand, and sent a shot with his right hand out of the shield, piercing the enemy's side face.

One soldier had his right hand cut off, he bit his shield and gritted his teeth and retreated, while another stepped forward.

"You're a doctor, at least do something!" Willow anxiously shouted to Ramon who was curled up behind him.

"I'm not a military doctor!" Ramon glanced at the enemies in all directions, hugged his head and shouted: "And the prince didn't say that there is such a scene!"

"I knew we should bring some pikemen out!" Ada stood guard around Thales, looked at the surrounding situation, and sighed.

Her defenseless scimitar is only suitable for small-scale battles. Unless it hits the vital point directly, it will not do enough damage to the armor, and it is impossible to dodge to the maximum extent in a crowded battlefield.

If I had known earlier, I should have brought my father's two-handed machete, which is said to be able to break armor... That was the standard equipment of the elf kingdom's guards in ancient times.

"No one expected this battle!" Temporarily no enemy broke through to the second row, but Puttilai still looked back worriedly, glanced at Thales, and shouted anxiously: "This is unreasonable!"

"There is nothing unreasonable on the battlefield!" At the forefront of the formation, Araka swung his sword frantically: "It is reasonable to survive!"

"Withstand the first round of impact, when their offensive will weaken, look for opportunities to break through!"

"Otherwise we will all be consumed here!"

At the very center of the formation, Thales lay prone and hid in the shadow of the soldiers, breathing rapidly.

He was flustered.

Thales wanted to calm his hands buried in the snow so that they would no longer tremble.

But amidst the deafening shouts and collisions of thousands of people, his forearm was like a runaway wild horse, ignoring the owner's will, shaking in spite of the endless fighting.

Damn.

Thales trembled his teeth and lips, ashamed of his first performance on the battlefield.

Calm down.

But no one seemed to care about his appearance. The soldiers beside him looked around nervously, for fear that the layers of defense lines would suddenly be broken through from that direction.

A miserable howl came—it was the sound of a star soldier being cut in half.

Thales shrank and closed his eyes.

Calm down!

At this moment, the already familiar wave spread from the heart.

The world around me seemed to quiet down.

Thales grasped the situation of his whole body in an instant, and he clearly realized which muscles were trembling.

With the help of that wave, he took deep breaths rhythmically, and finally calmed down the unconscious trembling.

Both heart and breathing calmed down.

But that's not enough.

Thales turned his head extremely slowly, thinking desperately in a time that seemed to slow down countless times.

How to get out of the current predicament?

No, I don't know anything about military affairs, that's Araka and Sonia's specialty.

I can only think from a more comprehensive and fundamental place...

For example.

Why, why did Rumba kill me?

No.

I should think the other way around.

I die here... What is the purpose of the rumba? What is his interest?

Think through his motives and interests.

impossible.

He robbed and killed Xingchen's mission and Xingchen's heir.

He has no interest at all!

So what is the Rumba for?

At this time, the long-lost past life memories reappeared.

[War is a highly complex and dynamic form of social conflict, but it has been neglected in our discipline for a long time...]

[The research results of many scholars are all in response to Clausewitz's classic discourse...]

[Male?evi? proposes that structure, organizational capacity, and legitimized ideology are both prerequisites for large-scale collective violence...]

[Weber never explicitly included war as a social phenomenon in his theory, but he mentioned in his definition of the modern state that state power monopolizes the legitimate use of violence in the territory he claims...]

Thales struggled against the flashback of his memory and the emergency in front of him.

hateful.

In its claimed territory...

etc!

Thales' pupils shrank.

Maybe it's not that complicated.

War is never about killing.

territory……

The original intention of Rumba was to take the northern border.

so……

The fluctuations passed, time seemed to return to normal, and fighting and death came back to my ears.

Thales was profusely sweating lying on the ground panting.

He had found the source of the conflict.

Now.

Gotta fix it!

"No!" An Exeter soldier watched Alaka slit his throat in horror: "You are...you are..."

But he couldn't say the rest anymore.

"Fill in my place!" Araka gritted his teeth and struck out another sword, chopping down a rough-skinned man with a mace, and retreating angrily, while two sword and shield soldiers filled up his line of defense with resolute faces.

"The momentum of their charge this round has been almost exhausted by us," Araka gasped, dragging his sword to the center of the formation, and said to Ada: "Leave the ones behind, pack up the prince, and I'll come Kill the way back to the fortress!"

"Wait a moment!"

Thales couldn't care less about rest, he anxiously raised his head and shouted, which attracted the attention of Putilei and Alaka: "Rumba!"

"Army of the Rumba!"

"They didn't send heavy infantry, they didn't have cavalry, they didn't even have crossbows and archers! It was just these temporary conscripted light infantry," Thales nervously recalled his only military common sense: "They didn't intend to defeat us in an instant !"

"So do you want to stay and repay him?" Araka turned around and said sarcastically, "For Luba's kindness, let us live an extra quarter of an hour?"

"What he wants is to drag us here for a quarter of an hour, not to annihilate us quickly!" Thales refused Ada's support, and stood up with difficulty: "Rumba is betting, betting on the opponent's choice!"

"Our choice?" Wyah on the side stabbed out with a sword behind the shield, forcing an ax back.

Before Huai Ya was cut in the face by a long sword, Rolf dragged him back in a timely manner, Huai Ya panted, "Bet whether we break through or stick to it?"

"No," Thales opened his eyes and stared at Alaka: "Rumba didn't bet on us."

"No!" Puttilai understood instantly, his face turned pale: "He would never dare to use your life to..."

Thales said anxiously: "Duke Lombard is betting on the Broken Dragon Fortress behind us!"

"The bet is Lord Sonia Sutherley's choice."

"Bet on whether she will send troops to rescue us!"

Araka's pupils suddenly shrank.

"His bet," Thales roared, "is my life and his future!" Source: Kingdom Bloodline