Chapter 297 The first time in mainland China to kill a general and capture the flag (Part 2)
"Charge!!"
Heileila took the lead and felt that she had never enjoyed such a smooth charge.
Nilfgaard's heavy cavalry had long been out of formation due to Duke Lannister's tactics. The armored horses collided with each other and flipped over, losing more than eight points of their strength. On the other hand, he and others had accumulated enough horse power to peak.
It was clearly a cavalry charge, but Heileila felt the joy of mowing grass at this moment!
Although the grass irritates the hands slightly, it is not harmful.
With a "Puff" sound, Black Leila splashed blood all over her face. When she raised her head again, she felt suddenly enlightened. There were no more cavalry in motion in front of her.
This cavalry team pieced together by the two countries actually killed Nilfgaard's Ad Fein division with force!
No, that can't be said. There are still enemies in front of her, but...it's
as if the cold god has descended and brought the harsh winter that originally belonged to Mahakam to the battlefield. Duke Lannister slowly stood up from the posture of hitting the ground with his left hand, and centered on him, a thick layer of ice spread out to the surrounding ground. On it, you could especially see the legs of horses that were frozen into ice sculptures.
Yes, just the legs. The horse body on the legs and the soldiers on the horse had long been frozen into ice blocks and torn into ice slag by the fierce storm. They were still rolling in the air and on the ground under the power of the lingering wind.
At a farther distance, some lucky black cavalrymen were only overturned by the strong wind, but soon a roaring black beast rushed over, sending these still-breathing soldiers to the retreat of their comrades.
The ice surface that would cause ordinary war horses to slip would not hinder Black Wind at all, because each of its feet would powerfully dig into the ice surface. The horse came to Lan's side with kicking steps and snorted, as if to say - Enjoyable!
More coalition knights rushed forward. They no longer had to wield their weapons, and the rest of the horse's stampede was enough to destroy the enemy. Heileila looked around, suddenly feeling unreal.
Didn't they come out as harassing troops, or even as bait? How come the Adel Fein division was almost completely wiped out in the first collision during the cavalry charge?
Looking at the Duke of Lannister who got on his horse, Helena felt dazed for a while.
If only, if he were an Aedirn, they could always fight together in the future.
Or go to Sintra by yourself... No, I am fighting for my motherland.
--etc.
Heileila reacted again. He seems to be a Lyrian, but he is serving in Aedirn?
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"The sun is up."
Adal Aip Darcy heard his adjutant mutter to himself.
Not to mention the adjutant, even Duke Darcy's own movements are a little stiff now.
Looking through the telescope in the direction of the battle, he could only see two rushing torrents impacting each other, and then suddenly bursting out with a large amount of fire at the point of collision.
Then the silver sun flag that was clearly at the rear of the team suddenly broke and fell like straw, and the heavy cavalry unit that the Eastern Group Army had finally managed to get over from Lower Soden was washed away by the enemy's torrent like clay sculptures.
Just a few days ago, this scene was played out in front of him. But it was the armies of Aedirn and Livia that were overwhelmed at that time, which made Duke Darcy look intoxicated.
At this moment, no matter how brave the soldier was, he would not dare to describe Duke Darcy's expression.
"Damn it!" Duke Darcy slammed the beautifully carved telescope on the ground and kicked it hard, as if he was stepping on the strange cavalry.
"That's Master Ad Fein!" Duke Darcy shouted viciously, unable to maintain the elegance of a court noble on his face. "It's Lannister! It's definitely him, the last lion of Cintra!" "That
nanny This is the first and biggest obstacle since Fugard went north! Although I don't know how he did it. But it's only him, only him..." Duke Darcy's eyes were
dim and he murmured to himself.
Just at this time, several people wearing leather armor and robes came up to him.
The attire of these people was incompatible with the black-clad soldiers around them, not only because they were wearing armor, but the weapons they carried were only daggers, and they did not look like they could go into battle to kill the enemy.
The leader of this group was a man with a bald head and an indigo-blue cloak embroidered with gold.
"It was far away, so I couldn't feel the fluctuations of chaotic energy. But I saw the fire and the cold wind, which seemed to be the power of magic, Duke Darcy..." "So? What do you want to say, Abelius
? Odd?" Duke Darcy's attitude was quite bad, "Do you have a way to deal with that team?" The
warlock named Alberich suddenly stopped talking. The warlock may be able to play a role alone on the frontal battlefield, but it is definitely not With this method.
However, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Please pay attention to the tone of your words, Duke Darcy. Don't forget who made it possible for you to cross the Yaruga River smoothly." The
commander of the Eastern Group seemed to be in contact with the warlock under his account. The relationship is not very good. But this is normal. Whether it is the south or the north, the aristocracy has mostly negative feelings towards the sorcerers, unless it is the male nobility towards the female sorcerers.
"Do soldiers need to be rewarded every time they wave the sword in their hands?" Duke Darcy sneered, his tone even more unkind.
This metaphor made Alberich's face turn livid, and he suppressed his anger: "I must remind you, Duke Darcy, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The lion has left the pride. As long as we catch him, we can even I am also able to take control of the young lion Cirila. His Majesty the Emperor has urged me many times..." "
You don't need to remind me, but I am not dealing with the Lannister for the young lion. There is no need to talk about your mysterious missions! "
Duke Darcy no longer paid attention to Alberic's expression and turned around, "The Lion of Cintra seems to have learned a lot of sorcerer's methods. Being a royal family is really unseemly. It's time to teach him what real life is. There is a war..."
After saying that, Duke Darcy shouted to the messenger: "Put up every flag of ours! Meve is not as important as Lannister now! Take him down, and we will never go north again. Don't worry about the damn Yaruga River. It took so long for that idiot Western Group of Werther to take Sintra. Let us on the Eastern Front teach him a lesson!" The men of the Eastern Group were already ready,
horns The frequency of the sound is even more disturbing. A huge blue fox and black sun flag lit up in the center of the army formation and made a loud sound.
"Lannister, Lannister, what a great opportunity. Do you really think of yourself as something blessed by the banner of the three lions? Fighting the lion of the black sun with wind and fire, huh?" Adasi's eyes died
. Staring at the Sintra flag not far away: "Damn it, why doesn't he run closer!"
...
Not far from the battlefield, on a hillside.
The people of Cintra gathered here, soldiers, retainers, and witchers.
They did not follow Lan to carry out the "bait" plan because Lan gave them other tasks.
In the center of the Cintra camp, a strange bald man stood with the widest view among them, but he was concentrating with his eyes closed.
He is Radcliffe, the royal advisor to Aedirn, the sorcerer.
Lann's surprise beheading required a warlock to open the portal, and Queen Meve did not have the services of a warlock, so this responsibility fell on Aedian. Since the departure of Yennefer of Vengerberg, it was Radcliffe who provided magical assistance to Aedirn under the assignment of the Warlock Brotherhood.
This was not his first time on the battlefield. He had participated in the Battle of Sodden Hill and survived.
After learning about Lane's request, Radcliffe readily agreed.
Because of the problem of casting distance, the people of Cintra needed to find a place closer to the Nilfgaardians and Lann, so Radcliffe asked to leave the Aedirn camp to find a hillside, and politely refused the Adenian camp. The king of Dian appointed a guard and asked the people of Sintra to follow him.
Lann had little reaction to sending his own men to follow the warlock. He even thought so at the beginning. After all, such a critical position must have his own eyes to supervise.
At this moment, after the three demon hunters drank the magic potion, their pupils suddenly shrank and they stared at the front line. The remaining soldiers and attendants were prepared for dangers that might appear at any time - this is not far from the place where Lan and the others fought, who knows if it will happen. A group of black-clad scouts will suddenly run out.
"Demon hunter." When everyone remained quiet, Advisor Aedirn suddenly said, "Duke Lannister, he has become a demon hunter, right?" Everyone's
attraction was suddenly distracted, and eye contact was made. After a while, Cohen, as a comrade in the classmate faction, took the initiative to answer: "Any questions?"
Advisor Aedirn faced the direction of the witcher and remained motionless, staring closely at Cohen's chest: "I saw Lannister The badge the Duke is wearing seems to be a gryphon?" "
I also heard that the young lion of Cintra, that is, Princess Cirilla, became the fateful child of the famous 'White Wolf'. Poems on related themes have also spread throughout the streets."
Geralt frowned, cursed the poet Dandelion a few times in his mind, and then replied: "That's just poetry."
Advisor Aedirn sneered: "That's right. Witchers, witchers, you should be satisfied with the lion of Cintra. It would be too greedy to ask for cubs." "
After so many years, you have finally begun to become smarter."
These words Geralt, Korn, and Kolgrim all turned back to look at Advisor Aedirn. The arrogant warlock did not conceal his contempt for the three alchemical mutants in front of him.
The witchers have seen this look so often that they have long been used to it. At this moment, he was just cold-faced and didn't say anything more.
On the other hand, House, Milva and others at the back of the team frowned slightly, but were even angrier than the demon hunter.
If the prestige level is quantified, then the group of witchers in Cintra is inherently "friendly"; witchers like Geralt and Korn who live with the army day and night, fight side by side, and are extremely brave can even Those who have reached the "respected" level.
At this moment, facing the attitude shown by the Aedian consultant in front of them, the people of Cintra were dissatisfied even before the demon hunter.
However, Advisor Aedirn was no longer interested in talking to the witcher. He looked around and found a person with outstanding temperament and decent appearance. At least he felt he had enough status to talk to him.
"Madam, I wonder if you can help arrange a meeting between me and Duke Lannister after the battle?"
Saskia was stunned for a moment in front of Advisor Aedirn.
Due to the many times she transformed into a dragon, she was now wearing Lann's clothes; although they were one size larger, the cloak with the lion's emblem covered the outside, and she even looked a bit majestic at first glance.
"I have long heard about the power of Duke Lannister from the mouths of other warlock brothers - the power contained in the name 'Leianlun'." Advisor Aedirn said meaningfully, looking at Saskia's face without changing her expression. With an expression on his face, he admired the accomplishments of this female officer.
"I hope to get a chance to visit Duke Lannister. There are many things I want to communicate with Duke Lannister..."
Saskia, who had just joined Lan's team, paused and didn't quite understand the situation.
After exchanging vague glances with Geralt and House, she said vaguely:
"I will convey your request to Duke Lannister... Wait, the Nilfgaardian flag is raised. It's gone!"
Saskia, who neither took a telescope nor used any magic means, was the first to discover the changes in the enemy's camp.
Everyone's attention was drawn in the direction of Livia. The soldiers could only see small dots moving, but in the eyes of the warlocks and demon hunters, there was only the black sun and blue fox flag raised in the middle of the military formation.
"Very good, it's him!"
Advisor Aden's gaze shifted, and his consciousness focused on the galloping cavalry team with the Three Lions flag.
He waved his hands, and a bright red portal suddenly set off a violent wind, connecting this army to the Nilfgaardian central camp.
...
"The enemy is attacking!"
A shrill sound sounded outside Livia City.
The sudden appearance of the portal startled everyone, and the cavalry rushing out of it made everyone almost jump.
But how come the Nilfgaardians, who are equipped with warlock troops, are not prepared for this kind of surprise attack?
Alberich, the warlock leader of the Eastern Group Army, waved his hands fiercely, but the portal that spit out a few dozen people suddenly exploded and disappeared.
The teleported knights scattered immediately, trying their best to disrupt the Chinese camp and attract attention.
But their number was too small, and they were killed or injured in just a dozen breaths.
Commander Duke Darcy was not surprised but overjoyed when he saw this, and quickly urged Alberich: "Quickly, can you locate the opponent's warlock? Immediately - assemble the army!"
He turned back and told the warlock troops: "Bring fifty Soldiers, let them equip themselves with magic-blocking gold and prepare to kill the warlocks of Aedirn!"
The opening of the traditional warlock portal will leave information in the space, which can easily be reversely located.
Alberich, who was not distracted, felt the remaining fluctuations carefully, and his face just showed joy.
Also at this time, on the spot where the portal had just exploded, a figure who had been covering his head and seemed drunk stood up. The dozens of coalition elites who risked their lives bought him valuable recovery time.
The smoke raised by the portal slowly fell, and the Nilfgaardians never noticed that someone actually stayed in place after being teleported. After seeing the figure's appearance and clothing clearly, someone immediately exclaimed:
"The Lion of Sintra!"
(End of Chapter)