Ember Gun

  Chapter 87 The beginning of the prologue story

  791 year in the English calendar.

The patter of rain fell from the sky, baptizing the chaotic ground, and washing away the blood on the iron armor one by one. The knights raised their heads and let the rain soak into the armor as much as possible to cool the hot body. A faint heat rose in their armor.

The battle has come to an end. The enemy's formation is dispersed by the knights. Most of them use old weapons. Cutting on the sophisticated armor can only bring a little spark. Only a few enemies have armor. They all have skilled knights facing each other, unable to shake the battle.

  Earl Stuart slowly drew the blade from the enemy's body. His movements were extremely slow. As the blade left, a large amount of blood poured out from under the broken body. He fought the knight for a long time, and in the last moment, Earl Stuart seized the opportunity, knocked him out with the hilt of his sword, and then sealed his throat with a sword.

  He is already old, so he can't breathe for a while, holding the cross blade, he also raised his head slightly, enjoying the coolness of the sky.

   "Ah... how many days is this?"

  The eyes under the helmet only felt hot. He turned around, and the corpses were still burning on the battlefield. Some knights fell forever, and some knights barely stood up.

  The earl took off his helmet, his tired eyes swept across the ground, he tried to cheer everyone up, raised the sword in his hand, and the knights responded to him, but the sword withered and looked a little desolate.

  It all started a few days ago. The fishermen here saw a large number of boats passing through the Shiraito Strait and landing in Inervig. They were not fishermen, and they were wearing heavy armor.

The matter was quickly reported to the nearby lord, Earl Stuart. The old Count felt that something was not good. After the Shiraito Strait, there was Gallunaro. If it were the opponent’s army, he would have received it in advance. News, but now there is nothing.

  Earl Stuart thanked him for his vigilance, he immediately called the army, and then the enemy from Gallunaro surrounded his castle the next day.

  They tried to take this place, as long as they occupied the Stuart collar, the local resources were enough for their follow-up troops to rest, and they even said that they used this as a base to continue advancing inland in Inervig.

  For this reason, Earl Stuart made a bold decision. He did not listen to others, but stuck to it.

He is now a nail, firmly nailing Gallunaro’s army to the Stuart’s collar, and if they switch to other territories, they will also bring a huge marching burden, and the attack will fail, the count of Stuart There is no retreat and has persisted to this day.

  They only sent their cronies to ride horses to other territories, conveying the news one by one until the old platinum palace, and he had been waiting for support from other territories during the days of persistence.

  The knights once again defeated the enemy, knocking them out of the gap in the city wall, and then more people rushed up to strengthen the fortification of the broken gap.

  Earl Stuart is too old, so old that he feels tired himself, sits on the steps casually, and his attendant cautiously ran over in the shadows.

It was a child who seemed a little cowardly. He didn't even dare to look at the old man, and skillfully removed the armor from his body. Count Stuart exhaled a long breath, feeling that his entire soul was released. come out.

   "What's the situation today, Navis."

  Navis quickly removed the last armor, piled them together, and replied while working fluently.

   "It's getting worse and worse. We have been under siege for four days. Although we have enough supplies, everyone is panicking, and..."

  Looking at Nevis’s hesitation, Earl Stuart laughed, the wrinkles of the years twisted together like a dead tree.

  He likes this attendant for a simple reason. He is a simple person. He will tell him all the bad and good news directly. He has never lied or betrayed. Although he came from a farmer, he has a noble soul.

   "Because I am old?"

  He smiled and faced his old age, there was nothing embarrassed about it, it was just that the hero was late.

Once Earl Stuart was also a peerless knight who could one-handed warhammer and one-handed sword. He was simply a meat grinder on the battlefield. After every battle, his armor would be stained with blood. Those people called him Stuart’s. The red knight.

  But now the Red Knight is old, and even tired of swinging his sword, his people also feel that he is old, thinking that the tall city wall can no longer protect them.

  Naves hesitated, then nodded.

The earl still had a smile, but the smile gradually became lonely and became helpless, and then the pain spread to his face, he coughed violently, Navis panicked for a while, and quickly helped the earl, but this couldn't stop it. Live his pain until he is unconscious.

When Earl Stuart woke up again, he entered the familiar room. The dark red curtain hung on the four corners of the bed. The room was empty. Only Navis was sitting on the chair outside the door, his head slightly hanging down. , Seems to fall asleep in general.

  The old man got up from the bed laboriously, but every movement would bring huge pain. He growled uncontrollably, awakening the attendants outside the door, so Naves ran in panickingly.

"What's wrong with me?"

  The first hand supported Navis, the earl’s voice was a little weak.

   "The doctor said you are sick."

  Naves helped the Earl back on the bed, his old body sank into the soft mattress, and he clearly woke up, but he still felt tired, not only physical fatigue, but also spiritual.

   "How long have I slept."

"day and a half."

   "How is the battle?"

  "……"

Naves was silent and did not answer. There were people crying faintly. The count moved his eyes to the window. This is his room. The highest point of the entire castle is enough to overlook everything, but now there is a burning fire in his sight. With heavy smoke, it was the barbican of the castle, but now the flag of Gallunaro was planted there.

  Earl has no extra emotions, it seems to be normal, he asked again.

   "What happened?"

   "Yes... it's Lord Madr. After you were unconscious, he took over the city defense. In the battle last night, he led the knights to rush out, and... and then didn't come back."

   "Really...it really is."

There was a smile on the earl’s sick face. The Madel was his nephew. The Earl Stuart had not married in his life and had few relatives. Madel was regarded as his only bloodline, so he had always been with the earl’s. Left and right, because he knew very well that as long as the earl dies, everything here belongs to him.

   "Do you think he is dead?"

Navis did not speak. The count knew exactly what was going on. On the first day of holding it, some knights opposed these. They have excellent war horses, which can easily rush out of the Gallunaro surroundings, but this proposal was rejected. The earl pressed it down, and he ordered the knights to hold on to the castle, because they had horses and armor, but the civilians did not.

   "This is a defect, he will be nailed to the pillar of shame."

  Earl said lightly, but Navis couldn't help it at this moment, he said.

   "My lord, evacuate, it is only a matter of time before the castle is lost, and we have no knights to fight."

  The knights followed the Madel knight and left. That was the last power in the castle, and now only a group of civilians are left here.

  But the earl shook his head.

   "If there are no more knights, then the Gallunaro has already attacked the castle, so why are we still alive now."

   "Yes... the civilians, everyone used the remaining weapons to temporarily guard the inner castle."

   "So don't you think we still have knights?"

  Earl’s eyes were shining, and he was clearly in a desperate situation, but he could still laugh. Naves had been an attendant of the earl for a long time, but today it seems that he has only really known the earl for the first time.

   "Go to Naves, the bottom compartment of the drawer, there is a parchment roll, please bring it."

  Although the attendant did not understand, he still obeyed the earl's instructions. He took out an old parchment scroll and wrote one name after another in ink.

  The earl coughed again in pain, but still took the sheepskin roll, picked up the pen on the bed cabinet, and slowly unfolded it.

   "Naves, what is your full name from."

  Navis didn't understand, but he still said it.

   "Navis Dodd."

  The earl nodded, then wrote something on the sheepskin scroll, and finally put him away and handed it to Naves.

   "I'm sorry, I can only do this. I hope your father can forgive me."

  Naves took the sheepskin scroll in confusion, but his body trembled as if seeing something terrifying.

   "Bo... Lord Earl, this is not possible, how can I... I am just a farmer's child."

   "But the children of farmers will not always be farmers, right, even Stuart's ancestors are farmers, maybe farming is not as good as your father."

Count Michel Stuart reluctantly got up from the bed, his figure faltering, but still stabilized, Navis seemed to be frightened by all this, and did not help him for a while, just his mouth Constantly muttering.

   "But I...but I'm just a farmer..."

   "But it doesn't matter..."

   "Then...why?" Navis looked at Michelle in horror. He didn't understand. There were so many things in this world that he didn't understand.

"There are many reasons. For example, those civilians need a hope, a symbol, and a guide who allows them to follow along with ease even if they die. Of course, if you survive, I don't want to make Madel the bastard. Eggs take advantage."

   "Navis, kneel down!"

Ling Li’s voice interrupted Naves’ fantasies. I don’t know when Michelle had picked up the saber hanging on the wall. The blade was covered with scratches from days of fighting, just like holding a sword. The old man was as old as he was hunched, like a wounded lion.

Naves hesitated, but at last he knelt down slowly, trying to calm himself down as much as possible, his cowardly face gradually became firm, and those evasive eyes finally met Michelle, so the old man Smile at him.

   "They need a Red Knight, not Stuart."

The sharp blade rested gently on his shoulders. Michel was too old. He could not even hold the sword, leaving small wounds. Naves felt the pain, but he was like a sculpture. No movement.

   "You inherit my will, and I give you glory."

  He is smiling and performing this ancient awarding ceremony.

   "Swear to me, child."

  ……

  After Earl Stuart was sent into the castle, the gate was finally opened again, and the commoners looked forward to the deep darkness.

  In the past few days, rumors have spread. Some people say that the earl is dead, and some people say that the earl has fled from the secret road. After Madel led the knights to escape, the panic was even worse.

  But now the door opened, and the red knight in armor came out of it. He seemed a little different from the past, but soon everyone found the reason. The red knight on the battlefield once again clenched the warhammer and sword.

   "But we no longer have knights."

  Someone said to him that now there are only civilians left here.

   "Then anyone can take up a weapon?"

   asked the Red Knight, and countless hands raised their weapons.

   "Don't you see that there are many knights?"

  He smiled and replied.

  "But we are just farmers, butchers, blacksmiths..."

  The man said again.

  The Red Knight was silent for a while, then raised the sword and gently put it on the man's shoulder. He looked further away and shouted to everyone.

   "Kneel down and swear to me."

  Thousands of swearing voices spread into the dim room, and the old man closed his eyes contentedly.

  ……

In 791, the Gallunaro people fought undeclared war in the Inervigli, and attacked the southern part of Inervig. However, they encountered stubborn resistance from Michel Stuart when attacking the leader of Stuart, which prevented Gao. The Lunaluo continued to advance inland and bought critical time for the deployment of the army.

Michel Stuart finally died of illness in the castle, and his son Navis Stuart granted all the civilians in the castle knights after his death, and then resisted again for two days until reinforcements arrived. .

  A few days later, Inervig officially declared war on Gallunaro, and the glorious war that had lasted for a hundred years officially broke out. Navis Stuart rushed to the southern theater with the knights he awarded.

In the long war, the troops were broken up and reorganized. The Stuart knights, who were once civilians, infiltrated the entire Inervig aristocratic class. Relying on the connection granted by the war, they formed the Stuart family as the leader. Huge aristocratic group.

  In 876, the improved steam engine appeared in the Inverwege calendar, setting off the second industrial revolution, and the glorious war ushered in a turning point.

  In 907, the glorious war that lasted for a century ended with the victory of Inervig.

  In 925 years of the Inverwegian calendar, Old Dunling ushered in a stranger named Lorenzo Holmes.

  In 931 year of the Inervigli calendar, the story begins.

  　The new volume will probably be based on the Bohemian scandal of the magical revision and some crazy stories. Then I trouble you guys to recommend a lot of subscriptions to vote for the book. The street starts to slowly climb up.

  (End of this chapter)