Heartbreaker

Fallows occasionally has a dream.Dreams are the same, and the words of the dreamer remain the same.Words are like daggers, and the dagger stabs his heart again and again in the dream, as if his heart is plasticine that can stick together even if it is broken.

In fact it is.Some people's hearts are made of fragile things like glass and crystal. Even if they are broken and bonded together, cracks will remain.And his is probably very simple, either mud or lime, not so much crystal clear.

So let that—no, those two princes take turns throwing the ground.

"You are clumsy, Fallows. How can you be my knight?"

He was only seven years old when he first met the great prince of the Wanjiang Empire—Airon Thor.At that time, he was ignorant and ignorant, he only knew how to obey his father's etiquette.The hot summer sun almost scorched his golden-brown hair. He sat upright on a large stone that was scorched by the sun, even though his brain was sunburned into a ball of paste, he did not move at all.

Since his father went to see the king and asked him to wait in the back garden, he didn't go anywhere.

After a while, just when he was shaking and was about to faint, a cup of cool and sweet fruit tea was poured on his head suddenly.Trembling with excitement, he raised his dim eyes and saw a blond boy mockingly standing beside him with an empty glass in his hand and a nasty smile.

"This solar energy will cause the dog to suffer from heat stroke. Aren't you afraid of fainting? You idiot."

Fallows was dazed by the boy's laughter for a long time, and didn't realize what had happened until the water droplets on the ends of his hair evaporated.He grew up in the military camp from a young age, surrounded by brave and ferocious predators, and he was born with an indomitable and cold temper.Seeing someone insulting him, the future little knight commander immediately shouted angrily, grabbed the blond boy by the front, and raised his fist——

Unexpectedly, in the next second, the boy clenched his fist faster than him, and at the same time dropped the teacup with the other hand, and punched him neatly.

Fallows thought, at that time he did not know that it was Prince Iron who poured tea on his head, and even if he knew, the fist might still be thrown out.He and Prince Airon scuffled together because of that accident, until his father came to him, separated the two children in great surprise, and scolded him to kneel down and apologize to Prince Airon.

At that time, he was beaten so badly that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was forced to the ground by his father, and he yelled dissatisfiedly, "It's obvious that he provoked me first! He not only provoked me, but also scolded me. He is also at fault, and I refuse to accept it!"

Even the king knew about this scandalous affair.The king was furious, and also reprimanded Prince Airon.Pharos and Airon knelt side by side, the whole body was filled with darkness, kneeling from sunset to starry sky.When the continuous candlelight like fireflies rose in the palace, Prince Airong clicked his tongue, changed from a kneeling position to a sitting position, rubbed his sore knee, and said indifferently, "Hey, take a rest too. My father and you Don't you see what my father meant by 'punishment'? They want the two of us to get back together."

The back of the young Fallows was soaked in cold sweat, and he said bitterly, "I don't know you!"

Prince Ai Rong raised his eyebrows and said, "What a stubborn mouth, how dare you say you don't know him now?"

Fallows responded tit for tat, "You poured tea on my head, this is not what a prince should do at all!"

Airon grinned and said, "If it wasn't for my cup of tea, you would have passed out long ago. I am helping you." As he spoke, the prince pulled his shoulders with his strong hands, and Pharos groaned in pain, and then He sat down on the ground.Ai Rong moved his hands and feet, and said thoughtfully, "Listen to my father, you have been taught the rules of knighthood since you were a child, and you will become a knight in the future?"

Fallows massaged his legs and said in a muffled voice, "Yes."

Airon fell silent.There was silence between the two for a while, and the blond prince suddenly said, "Do you know that there are two princes in the Sol royal family of the Wanjiang Empire."

Fallows said, "Of course I know, one is you, Airon Sol. The other is Lemon Sol, your younger brother."

Airon asked, "Have you seen Lemon?"

Fallows said, "Not yet."

"Then let me ask you a question." Ai Rongman said, "There is only one knight, but there are two princes. Who should the knight choose to be his monarch?"

Although he was still young at that time, Fallows vaguely felt that this question was very sharp and sensitive.He hesitated for a moment, decided to avoid the important, and said cautiously, "There will not be only one knight, Your Highness."

Ai Rong said coldly, "What if I say there is only one?"

"Then..." Fallows swallowed, and under the icy gaze of the blond prince, he said nervously, "Whoever needs a knight...he should have a knight..."

The next moment, the blond prince said without thinking, "I need you."

****

"Hey, Knight Commander, are you sleeping well?"

The sky is pale, and the morning wind is even more biting, mixed with the fragrance of snow in the distance, and the snow particles blown on the face are like grated mint leaves.Pharos put on his armor and walked out of the tent that was still warm.It had been a full month since he left Vulture City, and he had a barbed beard on his chin, deep and quiet tired blue eyes, sharp brows, and a high nose.He nodded to several soldiers who greeted him, walked under the watchtower, and said to the soldier, "Have you collected the information we want?"

The soldier said, "It's finished, Knight Commander. Rick, who was in charge of supervision last time, should have sorted it out and presented it to the tent for discussion."

"Okay." Fallows nodded, cleaned briefly, and shaved off the long hair below his neck with a sword.He shaved off his braids on the first day of the battle to show his determination.After the advance troops of the Twilight Empire established a stronghold in Badgerhead Bay, the second batch of troops set off from the Empire to the north.The advance troops have plans to go deep into the enemy's hinterland, and have been moving forward for several days, only a few hundred kilometers away from their station.

Although the victory or defeat of the first battle on the battlefield does not determine the overall victory or defeat, it is very important.It may affect the mood of the soldiers, especially the current Winter Ting Legion, which needs a real victory to boost morale.Fallows felt that his shoulders were extremely heavy, stuffed a piece of semolina bread into his mouth, and hurried to the military tent where the matter was discussed.

As soon as he walked in, other generals of the Winter Ting Army surrounded him.They were all able-bodied generals of Marshal Buckhouse during his lifetime, both righteous and brave. After the passing of the marshal, they naturally became supporters of Fallows.

"Chief Knight, according to intelligence, the leading general of the advance force this time is Dess Pribal. General Dess is a well-known villain in the Twilight Empire, known as the 'Desperate General'. It is said that Dess Pribal is unruly , its strength is incomparable, even tigers and leopards are slightly inferior in comparison."

Fallows raised his eyebrows, "Tiger and Leopard?"

Others said, "The legend is like this."

Thinking of the king who is now sitting on the throne of Vulture City, Fallows smiled indifferently, and he motioned for everyone to sit down.He began to browse through the information carefully, trying not to miss a useful message.The generals around were whispering to each other, as if they were thinking about how to deal with the enemy.Fallows pondered for a moment, and said, "The advance force led by Des Pribal only has 2000 people?"

"Yes."

"Why do you call him 'The Desperate General'?"

Everyone looked at each other with serious expressions, and an older general said, "Knight Commander, actually, we received a summons from an outlawed general last night."

A letter was sent to Fallows. The young knight frowned, unfolded the letter, and saw a sentence written bloody on it:

"I love the bones of 17-year-old boys, their marrow sucks."

"The reason why he is called the 'Desperate General' is because this Dess Pribal is not only the leader of the army, but also a gambler who is not afraid of death." Someone explained, "He will rush alone the next second when the battle starts. Enter the local army, accurately find the leader of the enemy army, and chop off his head."

To chop off the head of an enemy leader?Fallows smiled helplessly in his heart.Why does it feel so similar to His Majesty the King?

Another added, "It would be understandable if the enemy was outnumbered. But this desperate general has successfully beheaded the leader of the enemy army five times in the disadvantaged situation. Kingslayer often uses this madman As the general of the advance force, it is used to suppress the morale of the enemy at the beginning of the battle. It is said that Dess Pribalt holds a sharp axe, and there are several arrow holes on his head, which are full of centipede-like wounds, and his fat chin is like a A tumor..."

"I don't need to talk about the extra details." Fallows said, "This time, we will send 500 people."

There were boos from all around, and some generals frowned and said, "Chief knight, don't you think we're saying nothing? Once on the battlefield, Dess Pribal will definitely break through the defense line of the Winter Ting Army and attack you! You He is our commander and the son of the marshal, if something happens, it will be a big blow to the soldiers!"

"Listen, the essence of this battle is not to protect the coach, but to win." Fallows raised his voice and said, "The Winter Ting Army has 6000 people. The late Twilight Empire's attack is just an advance troop, so why don't we use it?" It is a waste of troops to compete. We must reserve our strength and attack in three major strategic locations——Black Maple Plain, Luosai Wetland, and Faint Vine Castle!"

Someone objected, "But 500 people is really..."

"Well, there are only so many people. But I have a new tactic, and I want to discuss it with you..."

The whole morning passed in a blink of an eye, and the noon sun melted on the soft snow.After discussing the matter, Fallows returned to his military tent, spread out the pen and ink, thought for a moment, and wrote the title.

"Your Majesty..."

He dipped the quill pen in ink, wrote a few more lines, dried the letter paper, and handed it to the corresponding soldier.Fallows asked the other party, "Once His Majesty the King has a reply, go to the military tent and report to me immediately, do you understand?"

Seeing the serious face of the knight commander, the soldiers did not dare to be negligent, so they immediately responded solemnly and let the raven fly.Fallows returned to the military tent, took out a tactical manual compiled by his father from under the table, and read it patiently.During the analysis, Fallows found that although his father had rich combat experience, his thinking was old-fashioned. Many wonderful large-scale tactics relied on huge troops, which could not be applied to the current battlefield at all.

To rebuild the rules, you must first break the rules.The young knight lowered his eyes and pondered, his thoughts flowed like water from the tip of his nerves, and suddenly he thought of the king's performance in the melee in Vulture City.That was a scene that impressed many people, and he thought for a long time before he had to admit his father's words.

[What the current Winter Ting Army lacks is a certain quality of Lemon Bone Spur. 】

【You need to understand it and guide your soldiers. 】

It wasn't until nightfall that the Silver Scale Knight got the king's reply.Fallows hastily opened the letter.In his letter, he described the basic situation of the "Desperate General" Dess Pribalt, and asked the king, "The other party's goal is to take my head. How should I deal with this situation?"

King Lymon's reply was very simple - "he cut off his head first".

There was only one sentence written on such a large blank piece of paper? !Fallows was so shocked, his eyes swept up and down, left and right, almost drilling a hole in the letter paper.He turned it over, and finally found the second sentence on the lower left side of the back.

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Fallows was completely startled, and sat in a chair in a daze for a while.Obviously the situation is extremely dangerous, why did the king say that I "can't die"?He didn't even ask about my tactics, so he can make such an assertion, could it be...

The Silver Scale Knight stood up abruptly, clenched his fiery fists, and said to himself excitedly, "Your Majesty must believe that I will not disappoint his expectations and successfully capture the head of Des Pribalt! Since Your Majesty trusts me so much Even if I go through fire and water, I will meet his expectations! Fallows Plummer, you must not fail and let His Majesty down again!"

The young knight was pacing and circling excitedly in the tent, expressing emotions and sighs from time to time.When it was late at night, Fallows fell into a deep sleep, and a figure that melted into the darkness quietly appeared in the tent.Two faint blue flames lighted up silently, Luo stared at the reply on the letter paper, and instantly disappeared into the shadow where he couldn't see his fingers.

****

Leading 500 people to deal with 2000 people, although the strength was preserved, the scene still seemed a bit bleak.The two armies faced each other, and the armor and long swords of the soldiers reflected a light that was more scorching than blood.After forging new weapons, the equipment of the Winter Ting Army has improved significantly.Fallows remembered being stunned by the shining armor of the Twilight Empire before. He once opposed the need to squeeze the people to make weapons, but now, he is extremely grateful for the king's resolute and decisive execution.

With the flags of the Wanjiang Empire and the Winter Ting Legion fluttering behind him, Fallows' cold eyes were hidden behind the mask, and he finally saw the frightening "Desperate General".General Daisy had a rough and ugly face, and he grinned loudly, his laughter was deafening, "Your body is really good, little knight, straight and straight, suitable for licking to the bottom. I guess your bone marrow sucks up It must be much more delicious than others."

Fallows ignored the enemy's jests, which were mind-shattering nonsense. [He chopped off his head first! ] A voice echoed in his head.He raised his sword, which was a sign of preparation, and the soldiers behind him followed his movements into fighting postures.This is the Winter Ting Army, an army that has experienced the double baptism of glory and failure, and still sticks to its true heart in the cruel exile.

It will go all the way!

"Come to me—!"

A roar resounded all over the world, and Fallows couldn't tell whether it was his, General Dais's, or the two of them shouting together.Hooves and shouts are now insignificant - "before he chopped off his head" - thrust your sword as fast and hard as red-haired Lemon Bonespur once did!He fought him in that dusty arena, and he remembered every heartbeat from the opponent's sword, every muscle contraction, and that lightning speed and fearless bravery!

Pharos rode his horse and galloped, roaring in the frantic howling cold wind and flying sand like pellets, "For the Wanjiang Empire!"

"For the Wanjiang Empire!"

The soldiers of the Winter Ting Army shouted, even if their voices were quickly drowned out by the more abundant men of the Twilight Empire.Quantity is never the key to victory—Faros drew the holy sword in the air in a silver arc that only the Winter Ting Army could understand, and shouted, "Attack!"

In the blink of an eye, the cavalry of the Winter Ting Legion mobilized their horses, and gradually merged into four teams from the scattered sand-like formation at the beginning, and rushed into the army of the Twilight Empire staggered in a dazzling mobile formation.

The formation of the army led by Des Pribalt was the oldest square formation. The cavalry in the front row held shields and only knew to attack the front in a uniform manner.At this time, the scattered four teams of Winter Ting Army broke into the gap of the square formation from four directions, dividing the solid formation into five large pieces.The two teams of warriors handed over their weapons in it, dazzling silver light and piercing metal impact sounded in an endless stream.

The characteristic of the square array is that the front row is stronger and the rear row is slightly weaker.The Winter Ting Army is aiming at this point, first eliminates the weaker soldiers, disrupts their formation, strives to minimize the loss, and then concentrates on attacking the strong soldiers.

"Don't panic, kill the lion soldiers when you see them! We are strong, don't care about these little tricks!" Dess Pulley roared like a bear, his eyes flashing fiercely, "I'm going to take the head of their commander!"

Now the armies of the Wanjiang Empire and the Twilight Empire are completely mixed together, fighting endlessly, but the enemy is caught off guard by the Winter Ting Army.But Des Pribal didn't care about the movement on the battlefield at all, just like a beast catching prey, his eyes searched for the trace of Pharos.The Silver Scale Knight felt sweat dripping down his brows onto his eyelids, he stared at his blood-red eyes, pinched his horse's belly, and rushed into the enemy's position before the desperate general found himself in the chaotic crowd!

—He chopped off his head first!

This voice vibrated back and forth in his head like a golden bell, and he seemed to see the red-haired boy determined to go his own way in the melee.Blood splashed on the boy's slightly pale cheeks, but the boy's eyes only had the belief and pride of victory! —He chopped off his head first—Faros, you can do the same, you are not the boy who always follows his father!Prove it to His Majesty the King, to the people of Vulture City, to the enemies of the Twilight Empire, to your dead father, and to yourself—

You have become a qualified knight!

"For the highest glory!"

With a roar, Fallows swung his silver-gleaming sword with ease, and followed the galloping horse to kill all enemies within sight!His sword and the enemy's blade hit a series of sharp and smooth notes, which is a melody that only belongs to fighters fighting on the battlefield.He rushed into the enemy's confidant, looking for Des Pribal with wolf-borzoi eyes-before he chopped off his head!

He really saw Dess Pribalt's head covered in armor, and the opponent's armor was decorated with bright red feathers, which was very obvious and ostentatious.Perhaps that arrogant feather scares away many coaches who are afraid of his notoriety, but Fallows is not afraid, and now all his strength and courage are immersed|indulged in the sharp sword!

"Ah!!" He roared and ran, the sharp sword seemed to gather all the beams of light, and the cold star on the tip of the sword pierced Des Pribalt's armor—moving down, to the center of the head and neck At the seam, where the strongest arm is, find his crevice—before he chops off his head!He swung his sword violently, and with a clang, he heard the sound of his head breaking in the gap of time faster than the blink of an eye!

"Look out, soldiers of the Twilight Empire, this is your coach!"

Fallows' eyes were red, and he pulled the broken head and held it high, so that soldiers in all directions could see it clearly!He heard some chaotic voices and shouts, mixed with screams and screams, like a kaleidoscope and broken glass, reflecting the patterns of the world brilliantly.The "Blood of Christ" in his hand hummed in time with his heart for the first time, Fallows tied Dess Pribal's head on his belt, and steered his horse through the soldiers of the Twilight Empire.

The head that belonged to the desperate general was still glaring and terrifying, and there was no enemy who could stop the sword of the Silver Lin Knight!

They won.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to briefly write the war part, but I felt that it should not be too perfunctory, so I didn't intend to muddle through. . . . (but not particularly long)