In the Name of the Queen

"Boom!", "Boom!"

The roar of hundreds of heavy artillery guns was deafening.

The huge projectiles hit the ground, and the soil splashed everywhere.

The people who were hit by the solid shells turned into a blood mist, and the people who were hit by the side were also broken arms and limbs.

The screams of the injured by the shells echoed in the battlefield, which was particularly miserable.

The smoke was billowing, the flesh and blood were flying, and the screams were continuous.

The battlefield was like purgatory.

When Marco launched a surprise attack, General Deschamps, who had always been mature and steady, went to the front line to urge the army to move forward.

He understood politics, but he never got involved.

He was just a soldier and had to follow the president's orders.

As for who this president was, it was not his concern.

He felt a little sympathy for Alina in his heart, but not much.

In his opinion, since Alina left, she should live in seclusion abroad instead of returning to the country to incite rebellion.

The power struggle of the upper class had to make ordinary soldiers pay with their lives, and he was tired of it.

He just wanted to quickly end this civil war that was bleeding the country.

Although President Marco's personal morality was far from noble, he had a strong hand, which was an excellent ability to lead the Golden Kite Country to survive in the upcoming chaos.

Alina did not have this ability, and Carlo, who cherished his feathers, did not have it either.

Although he did not like Marco, Deschamps still stood firmly on the side of the president.

He was willing to choose someone who could lead the country out of trouble.

Deschamps had a long career and high prestige. He was a rare civilian general with an outstanding reputation in the army. He personally went to the front line, which greatly boosted the morale of the Third Corps and dispelled the soldiers' resistance to Marco.

"The old general is watching us!"

"Don't let those traitors succeed!"

However, in the midst of the voices of support, many people also bowed their heads silently.

There were quite a few of these silent people.

The reason for the different attitudes of the soldiers was simple. Most of the soldiers who supported him were civilians, and their families were not executed by Marco.

But there were also many soldiers whose families were sent to the guillotine in the past year or so.

It was obviously impossible to expect them to understand Marco's great strategic deployment.

They just wanted to find an opportunity to shoot the president in the back and open his mind.

Whether they supported it or not, after Deschamps came to the front line, the Third Army temporarily guaranteed unity and cohesion and took the initiative to launch an attack.

Feeling the positive changes on the battlefield, Marco was very excited. He raised his sword and issued an attack order again.

The loading speed of heavy artillery was very slow.

It was necessary to clean the remaining charge in the barrel, reload the ammunition, calibrate the firing parameters, and continue firing.

This process often takes several minutes.

In the volley just now, nearly a hundred heavy artillery roared, killing nearly a thousand people on the spot.

At least one-third of them were the exile infantry at the front.

At the same time, a larger number of cavalry were taken away.

Marco had only 500 magic armor cavalry, and the rest were elite breastplate cavalry.

The solid reinforced plate armor could withstand musket bullets, but it could not withstand the bombardment.

Hundreds of cavalry casualties, and what was worse was that the horses were frightened.

The best war horses can charge under the fire, but there are too few of them. Most horses recover their animal instincts in the wild bombardment, and violently throw the cavalry on their backs off and run away without authorization.

Soldiers have families and must abide by discipline, but war horses don't care about that.

After the bombardment, at least 3,000 people in Marco's cavalry lost their war horses and became infantry.

His own luck was also very bad.

Marco was wearing the best magic armor, and he would be fine as long as he was not hit by the shells, but his war horse was flesh and blood and couldn't bear it at all.

The shells fired by the 12-pound heavy artillery hit his war horse impartially, smashing his horse into a meat paste.

Marco was thrown off his horse, but he remained calm in the face of danger. He forcibly pulled a passing cavalryman off his horse without hesitation, regained his war horse, and became a majestic cavalryman again.

Marco galloped on the battlefield again, but the soldiers who were willing to stay with him were gone.

Soldiers are not fools. Who would be willing to stand with a tyrant who casually kills soldiers?

They pretended to fight fiercely, but they were far behind Marco.

Marco didn't bother to pay attention to these people. His eyes were fixed on Alina in the crowd, with murderous intent.

The moment Marco stared at her, Alina felt like a frog stared at by a poisonous snake. She felt a chill on her back, but she quickly calmed down.

Marco was a superhuman, she knew that very well.

His strength was already strong, and he must have made great progress in the past year or so.

If she was still the old Alina, she would definitely not be her opponent.

But she was no longer the somewhat naive traveler.

She slowly took off her glasses.

With her glasses on, she was calm and capable, like an old captain commanding a fleet to sail out to sea.

Taking off her glasses, her command ability seemed to be taken off at the same time, in exchange for stronger individual combat power.

Although Alina, an art student, seemed ignorant, her single-player ability far exceeded that of Captain Alina.

After taking a look at the battlefield and the Marco Light Cavalry, Alina also locked her sights on Marco.

This fateful duel would end with a traditional knight duel.

Even though they were not knights.

"Let him come!"

Alina shouted softly, asking the guards in front of her to move aside.

These people could not stop Marco at all, and they could not even consume him.

Rather than letting them die in vain and letting Marco's momentum rise, it is better to get out of the way.

The distance of two hundred meters was reached in an instant.

Although the passage was cleared, the exiles' hatred for Marco was too deep.

They raised their muskets and fired a final volley.

Marco's horse was shot dead again.

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and he lightly jumped in front of Alina.

"Alina, long time no see."

He calmly drew out his long sword and pointed it at Alina.

Alina held the sword tightly in her right hand and a special pistol in her left hand. She did not hysterically question why Marco betrayed his father and why he killed his father.

She did not say a word, but calmly started shooting.

Language is pale, and it is impossible to expect to hurt Marco with words.

If words cannot hurt the enemy, it is better not to say it.

At the moment of shooting, Roland's smile before the war flashed in Alina's mind.

There is no such thing as control in war.

To this day, the direction of the battle has long deviated from Roland's expectations and is completely chaotic.

She hopes she can win. But she knows Marco's talent very well. This person seems to be born to fight with others.

He is good at all kinds of fighting methods, naturally including one-on-one duels.

It would be great if Roland was here.

Alina thought silently that Roland could always come up with a trick to deal with powerful enemies. For example, the battle to besiege the old governor.

If Roland was here, he would probably take advantage of Marco's full strength to attack from behind.

Based on her understanding of Roland, he would definitely do so.

Unfortunately, he is not here.

Alina can only face this life-and-death battle alone.

At the moment of throwing away the pistol and rushing forward, Alina sighed in her heart.

Roland, where are you?

Roland is on his way.

In a corner where no one noticed, a small number of light cavalry were galloping on the field.

They wore golden kite uniforms, but communicated with each other in authentic Sussex.

In the center of the cavalry, Roland and Lisa were impressively.

On the day of capturing Xidai, Roland did not have time to reunite with Sif after a long absence. He changed into the golden kite military uniform taken from the warehouse, changed his horse and set off.

Sif did not understand and thought it was unnecessary to be so hasty, but Roland insisted on going.

At Roland's insistence, Sif stayed in Xidai to handle various affairs, and Roland took Lisa with him.

It was not that Lisa's combat effectiveness was stronger than Sif, but her political level was too poor, and she could not suppress the undercurrent of Xidai City at all.

Sif never dreamed that one day she would be considered by Roland to have stronger political ability.

She didn't even know whether she should be relieved or angry.

Although she didn't agree with Roland's judgment in her heart, Sif still supported him with all her strength.

After all, Roland had been against him too many times before.

There was another reason to bring Lisa with her, to deal with the magic armor cavalry.

As a disciple of the great magician Anthony, Lisa could easily deal with these mass-produced magic equipment.

As long as the stagnation magic was released, the magic armor could be temporarily stopped from working.

Without the support of the magic armor, Marco's cavalry was just a normal cavalry unit.

Although Roland rushed frantically, he still underestimated Marco's decisiveness.

Bad news: Marco was moving too fast and could not catch up at all.

Good news: Marco was moving too fast and no one intercepted Roland.

The light cavalry led by Roland and Jace wore the uniforms of the Golden Kite Kingdom, passed through several lines of defense, and finally arrived at the battlefield when the battle was the most intense.

After finding the magic cavalry, Lisa finally had a stage to perform.

She unfolded the magic barrier, released the stagnation magic, and threw the magic scrolls casually as if they were free.

Of course, mass-produced soldiers and the disciples of the great magician are incomparable.

The magic equipment that was as solid as a rock in front of guns and cannons was vulnerable to real magic.

The magic cavalry fell to the ground in pain and lost its combat effectiveness.

Seeing that Lisa was chanting a spell and preparing to release a large-scale destructive magic, Roland hurried to dissuade her.

"Stop now, I have a use for these magic suits! I'll leave this to you, I'll go to support."

"I can't stop, the magic must be released after it is charged, otherwise it will backfire." Lisa's pretty face flushed red, and the backlash of forcibly slowing down the speed of magic charging made her blood boil.

"Smash it there!" Roland saw the duel between Marco and Alina and pointed to the duel venue.

Although Alina's fighting method was exquisite, she was still slightly inferior to Marco.

She resisted bravely, but she was still defeated and injured in three places.

Lisa was stunned for a moment, and the huge fireball with full power smashed down.

Alina had already seen Roland, and at the cost of being stabbed by a sword, she quickly left the battlefield at the cost of being stabbed, and instantly bounced out more than ten meters away.

Just when Marco was about to chase, the fireball landed.

The magic suit that deprived Marco of magic power could not protect Marco, and he screamed and was burned to pieces.

When he retreated continuously and stood firm, he found that there was no one around him.

He was surrounded.

He was at the end of his rope.