I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

At the same time, on the other side, on a higher hill on the battlefield of Romir Plains, Char and Alicia were lying on a bed, quietly looking at the battlefield in the distance.

In the middle of them, there was a table with a tea set on it. The tea in the teapot was steaming, and the fragrance of the tea was refreshing.

It was the smoke and dust from the galloping cavalry in the distance and the smell of blood that drifted in the breeze that affected the senses.

"This cavalry regiment is really amazing." Xiaya sighed with burning eyes, "It should be comparable to the Cossack cavalry.

On this plain, they were enough to stop ten.

But it’s a pity.”

Xia paused for a moment, "The enemy is more than ten times more powerful than them."

Alicia looked at the distant battlefield with a little worry. With the third wave of attacks launched by the Celtic cavalry, there were already many corpses under their feet.

There are enemies and there are their own, but the endless West France army is like a downpour, with countless raindrops scattered densely on the ground.

The rain extinguished the cavalrymen who were as red as flames bit by bit.

But it failed to cool the blood in the hearts of the cavalry.

"What are Victor's troops planning to do?" Alicia asked.

"Perhaps he is planning to wait for the end of this cavalry group." Xia Ya whispered softly.

"An elite group that doesn't obey his orders will actually be an obstacle to his future plans."

Alicia gritted her teeth and said, "Before the foreign invaders were driven out, he began to plan how to start a civil war.

For the sake of selfish interests, he went to harm these heroes who defended their homeland and country.

With this size and structure, he is not qualified to be an emperor at all! "

"Isabel is already trying her best to mobilize the army." Xia picked up the teapot on the side and poured herself a cup of tea, then picked it up and took a sip.

"However, the mobilization of the army takes time, in a short period of time."

He looked at Wolff, who was carrying the flag and fighting in the enemy's formation in the distance, and murmured softly.

"We can only wait and hope."

Wolfe's body was now stained red with blood, and his eyes were red. He didn't know whether it was because of the boiling blood or other people's blood flying into his eyes.

His physical strength has reached its limit, and his breathing is a little heavy, but even so, he is still holding the flag.

He looked around and saw that his former siblings were falling one after another, and their attacks were getting weaker each time.

As their military strength gradually weakened, the enemy's troops also surged in like a tide.

In the past few years since he became the leader of the Knights, Wolfe has experienced many wars, large and small, but he has never felt so powerless.

But it's just as he said.

This battle is a losing battle.

He turned his head and looked at the mountain in the distance. They had tested it many times. That place was definitely where the leader of this army was.

I want to defeat this army and defend the imperial capital.

This is the only chance.

He controlled the horse to quickly distance himself from the army, and the remaining cavalry regiments also joined him.

However, there are still some dragoons struggling with those troops.

Looking at the army in the distance, Wolfe licked his chapped lips. The smoke on the battlefield blew the flag on the flag gun in his hand.

The other comrades behind him were also more or less injured, some even had their arms chopped off, but they were still holding on after simply stopping the bleeding.

Their mental and physical strength have reached their limits.

All of them knew that this might be his last charge.

Wolfe patted the war horse beneath him that had been following him for many years.

"Old man, I'm asking you for one last favor."

He took a few deep breaths to adjust his body's functions and ease the turbulent emotions in his heart.

Then, he took a breath and shouted loudly.

"Knights!"

His eyes suddenly became sharp, he raised the flag gun in his hand, pointed it at the distant mountain, and roared with a ferocious expression.

"charge!!!!"

"Uh-huh!!!"

The war horses roared again, and the group of cavalry mustered up their last energy and launched one last charge towards the enemy.

This charge still has full momentum.

But West France's follow-up troops had already arrived, and they even used artillery to bombard the cavalry array. Although the horses were fast enough to avoid the artillery fire, some were still hit, and the horses were directly bombarded into minced meat.

But soon, the cavalry rushed into the square formation again.

But unfortunately, the lances in their hands have been discarded, and the impact is limited. Moreover, after they formed a circular bayonet formation, they were very restrained in their hussars' fighting style.

They were no longer able to defeat the enemy's formation at once like the previous charges.

But even so, they still tried their best and rushed toward the distant mountains over the bodies of their companions!

But in fact, everyone present knew that the cavalry regiment at this moment wanted to break through the layers of defense and raid the enemy's command camp.

Unless they made a major mistake, it would be absolutely impossible.

But as Wolfe said before.

They express an attitude, a belief.

The purpose of their charge is no longer victory, but their dignity and their glory.

The wolves on the plains will eventually die on the plains.

The knight on the horse will eventually die on the horse.

Suddenly, an enemy stray bullet hit Wolfe's horse, and he fell to the ground along with the fallen horse.

Wolf rolled on the ground several times, and the surrounding West French troops immediately swarmed up.

Some Celtic cavalrymen near him roared with dismay upon seeing this.

"Captain!"

"Leave me alone!" Wolf roared in response, "Don't stop, charge! This is the last chance!"

With a flag gun in one hand and a saber in the other, he roared and charged directly at the soldiers. He relied on his physical fitness and the length of the flag gun to kill several soldiers from West France who came up.

But then, due to lack of physical strength, he was stabbed in the shoulder by a West French soldier's bayonet, and he staggered to the ground.

The blood stained his red clothes even more brightly, and his spirit was a little scattered and in a trance.

Look at the enemies coming up all around.

Wolfe knew that at this moment, his time had come.

However, from the moment he chose to become a soldier, dying on the battlefield has been his lifelong wish.

Therefore, his mood at the moment was very peaceful.

He relaxed his body and slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

"Qiang!"

Accompanied by the sound of swords clashing.

The expected pain did not come, and he opened his eyes in confusion.

A sword was placed in front of him, blocking all bayonets.

The blade of the sword exuded a sharp cold light, and a word was engraved on the sword.

"Whoever draws this sword will be the emperor of all Britannia."

Wolfe's pupils dilated at that moment.

As a knight responsible for guarding the imperial capital, he naturally knew the legend about the Sword in the Stone.

He even tried to pull it out not long ago.

Although he did not succeed, the appearance of the sword in the stone was deeply engraved in his mind.

His eyes followed the sword's blade upwards, and the familiar decoration of gold and gems gradually came into view.

Then, he saw the handsome young man holding a sword.

Fiery red short hair, eyes as clear as the sky.

He gently raised his sword, and the soldiers from West France were instantly bounced away by a huge force, and then, a flash of sword light flashed through.

A blood gash appeared on the necks of those people, and they fell directly to the ground as the blood spurted out.

Then, after dealing with these enemies, Arthur looked at Wolfe.

"Your name is Wolf, right?

I have heard of you, Blade of the Empire, Wolf the Red Wolf.

Although it is a very honorable thing to die in battle.

But I think the empire still needs your existence. "

The young man stretched out his hand to him and showed a hearty and sincere smile, like the sun tearing through the clouds, dispelling the fog in his heart.