Black Iron Crown

The surrounding anti-rebel lords were completely defeated, which put great pressure on the still insisting Northern Frontier Army.

Although a large number of rebel soldiers are chasing the fleeing counter-rebel army, many lords still set their sights on this array that shows no sign of collapse anyway.

"Everyone get ready! Change formation! Take strict precautions against the flanks!" Baron Ryland shouted loudly, and the vassals on the flanks began to lead their soldiers in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

On the other hand, Lehner's main army still maintains its formation in the very center, carrying out an efficient massacre of the enemy.

"Attack! Attack!" The lords who attacked the headquarters of the Northern Frontier Army shouted loudly, their eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes.

After paying such a large number of casualties, they were unwilling to give up halfway. Anyway, in their view, this group of enemies was already a turtle in the urn, and they must completely swallow up this group of people and strip off their armor.

Earl Lorrance didn't notice the still strong northern army, he was leading the army under his command to chase after the fleeing enemy army.

The counter-rebels who were fleeing were far slower than the rebels behind because their armor was too heavy.

The life-preserving armor they relied on on weekdays turned out to be a life-saving talisman at this moment. They were bloated and used both hands and feet, but they were still kicked to the ground by the chasing enemy army behind them.

Then the opponent pierced the body with a sharp long sword along the gap in the armor, or the helmet was lifted and the throat was slit.

For a time, the casualties of the entire anti-rebel army surged, even surpassing the casualties caused by confronting the enemy head-on.

On the frontal battlefield, in addition to the northern border army still struggling to persist, there are two other armies trapped in the enemy's siege because of the retreat of the counter-rebel army. persisted.

They are the Earl of Antares and the Earl of Merel respectively.

The Earl of Antares is the son of the Grand Duke of Marbula, he has not had time to inherit the title of Duke after his father's death, and the Earl of Merel is the nephew of the Grand Duke of Marbula.

These two people have very firm beliefs in revenge. Their father and uncle were attacked and killed by the enemy. They vowed to make the damned rebels, especially Sir Frant, pay with their blood.

Therefore, even if the other anti-rebel lords fled because they couldn't bear the loss, they still stuck to their strengths and had no intention of retreating at all.

"Go to hell!" Earl Antal rode on the back of his war horse, swung his sword fiercely, and an enemy's head flew into the sky.

"Antal!" Earl Merel rode his horse and rushed to Earl Antal's side. His helmet was covered with blood, and he lifted his visor, revealing his cheek.

He pointed to the golden lion emblem on the red background raised high on the right side, and said loudly to the Earl of Antal: "Look! There is another army that has not evacuated, and that is our royal family! They are worthy of the Merland family. The Millennium Glory, let us draw closer to them!"

The Earl of Antal followed the hand of the Earl of Merel, and a huge army that was fighting fiercely with the enemy appeared in his eyes. A golden lion flag with a red background representing the blood of the Shemeland family was in front of him. Still grinning in the rain.

The golden lion with its tongue out stretched its teeth and claws,

As if to choose someone to eat.

The Earl of Antal lifted his visor, wiped off the liquid mixed with blood and rain, wrinkled his nose, and gritted his teeth: "Go left! Let's move closer to them!"

"Close to our allies! We are not alone!"

The Earl of Antal's order was issued, and such shouts came and went in the army of the two men.

Sometimes the army is not afraid of being surrounded. What is really afraid is the sense of despair that arises when fighting alone without reinforcements.

Originally, under the heavy siege of the enemy, the soldiers at the bottom had already developed a certain sense of despair.

After all, the pressure brought to them by the invisible enemy is too great.

Now, they finally heard the good news that not only them, but besides them, there are still other friendly forces fighting against the enemy, which instantly gave them great confidence.

For a while, the morale of the soldiers who had shown a little decline rose again.

At this time, Baron Leyland found that the friendly army on his right was approaching him, so he ordered the light cavalry to start to expel the soldiers on the right.

Although the light cavalry is not very good in terms of impact ability, it can still be done if they simply expel those poorly equipped enemy soldiers.

Finally, the three armies, flying the golden lion emblem flag with a red background with similarities and minor differences, repented and joined together.

The pressure on the troops under the command of Baron Antal and Earl Merel has also been reduced a lot.

"Finally... finally extinguished..."

The black ashes were scattered all over the ground, and the rainwater washed away and turned into puddles of sewage flowing on the ground. Frant looked at the messy granary in front of him, and Frant was in a very bad mood.

More than one-third of the grain in the granary had been burned, and due to the damage from the flames, the roof of the granary was also burned. The rainwater soaked in the grain would rot in a short time.

This time she ambush, it can be said that she lost her wife and lost her army. Not only did she not keep Leiner, but she also lost so much food and grass.

"Frante, the knight captured by us before did not die, he was just in a coma, what do you think we should do with him?" Baron Lindauer walked to Frante's side and asked.

"Not dead?" Frante frowned slightly, but Baron Lindauer couldn't see her expression, and said, "Yes, he's not dead, he just passed out."

After thinking for a while, Farrant sighed, and said, "Forget it, let him recover from his injuries, but control him and don't let him act casually!"

With some sympathy and pity, Frante finally did not choose to execute the knight who caused huge casualties to his army.

After announcing the fate of Baron Valas, Frante continued: "Gather all the troops, let's go to the front line, if we don't get results here, go to the front line to find our glory!"

At this time, after nearly two hours of marching, Leiner had already approached the battlefield where the two sides made an appointment.

"How is it?" Reiner asked, looking at Tillihan who had just returned from the investigation.

"The situation is very bad, Mr. Yan, I saw that there are only three armies that are still fighting on the frontal battlefield, one is your army, the other two belong to two royal families, and the rest of the coalition forces are being attacked by the rebels. Chasing down..."

After hearing this, Lena's expression changed drastically, and he led the army forward for a kilometer, finally seeing the situation ahead.

I saw that the three armies were like canoes, sailing in the rough sea, and they were in danger of capsizing at any time.

Pursing his lips, Reiner made the final decision.

Once this war fails, it will definitely be a catastrophe for not only the imperial capital and other royal families, but also for himself.

"The title of despicable raider?" Reiner thought to himself: "Then let this title be more worthy of the name!"...

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