In the Name of the Queen

Looking at Shank's bloodthirsty eyes, Roland felt like a small animal being stared at by a ferocious beast, and his heart stopped beating.

Obviously, the old warlord was going to fight to the death.

The safest choice was of course to frown and retreat behind Master Anthony, letting the rank seven fight the rank seven.

But Roland chose to fight head-on without any hesitation.

Fighting a weakest rank seven who was eroded by the drunken debuff, stabbed in the buttocks, and had lost most of his status and still had to escape, there was no need to mix in the future.

He raised the giant shield again and stared at Shank without giving in.

The rain had stopped.

The sound of weapons colliding at the foot of the mountain continued to come, mixed with the sound of guns and screams, and the fire kept lighting up, and the whole battlefield seemed like hell.

At the moment when Roland fired the flare, Christine also attacked from the front.

Although the number was inferior, the new army had an absolute advantage in morale, organization and firepower.

All the artillery of the Oden Kingdom Army was concentrated on Mount Helen. After being damaged by corrosive agents, they could not be used. As a result, they had no artillery support despite having received foreign aid and being in an advantageous position.

The Helenz area at four o'clock in the morning became a nightmare for the Oden people.

Sven VII woke up from his sleep with a confused look on his face. Looking at the flames of war burning in all directions, he was completely confused about the situation.

When he realized that it was the new Hansa army that was coming, he yelled at his adjutant in a rage.

"What are you waiting for? Let the Helen Mountain artillery fire! Immediately!"

"Your Majesty, we can't do it, Mount Helen."

"What happened to Mount Helen? The old governor is there. Who can threaten Mount Helen?"

The adjutant lowered his head, his voice trembling, "Something happened to Mount Helen. We can only see the warning signal."

"Where is the old governor?" Sven VII's voice trembled. This time he was really panicked.

"No news." The adjutant's voice was full of despair.

Sven VII grabbed the adjutant's collar tightly, his mind blank.

Just when his eyes were blank, the roar of artillery sounded.

"You are lying about military intelligence! Our artillery is still firing, this is our artillery!"

The adjutant stammered, not daring to speak.

Judging from the roar of the artillery, it should be a light artillery, and the weight of the shells is about 6 or 4 pounds.

The Oden Kingdom Army is not equipped with such light artillery.

Their artillery is a large-caliber artillery imported from countries such as Jinyuan.

The adjutant knew the truth, but he didn't dare to speak. His Majesty the King was in a bad mood, and he only wanted to hear what he liked to hear, not the facts.

Just when the adjutant didn't know how to respond, Swen VII let go of his hand holding his collar and laughed unpleasantly.

"Pass on my order, let General Rune take charge of the front-line command, I will return to Oro Town to gather troops to support him."

The adjutant was speechless for a moment.

The battle tonight was very chaotic, but the number of enemies might not be large. As long as the king's flag was raised and held until dawn, it was not impossible to turn defeat into victory.

If Sven VII leaves now, it means giving up hope of victory.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

It can be seen that the usually arrogant Sven has been frightened.

It is unrealistic to expect a coward to act bravely.

The adjutant took three steps back and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, take care. I will convey the order now."

Seeing the contempt in the eyes of the adjutant who has followed him for many years, Sven VII's blood boiled instantly, and he was almost dominated by the little courage left in his body and called the adjutant.

But he still held back.

He is the king and must not put himself in danger.

He hurriedly put on his armor and shouted loudly to the guards to protect him and break through.

Just when Sven VII lost his courage and was ready to escape, Christine was riding a hot air balloon, observing the battlefield from a high altitude.

Her eyes were like Arctic glaciers, cold and emotionless.

The battlefield once again became a chess game, but the chess player on the opposite side changed.

She looked towards Mount Helen and saw Roland, Sif and Lisa fighting Shank desperately. She was a little nervous.

But she quickly found Anthony who was watching the battle through the telescope and was relieved instantly.

Since Master Anthony was there, Shank would definitely die.

He just took the opportunity to train Roland and others in practical combat.

This opportunity to face the seventh-level strong without taking too much risk is too rare.

Although Shank was at a disadvantage, he had the blood of a giant after all, and his explosive power was amazing. If he played too hard, there would still be a risk of casualties. The intensity of this battle was very high.

But under Anthony's protection, the risk was controllable.

Christine's envy flashed in her eyes.

After a pause of one second, she turned her eyes to the main battlefield.

The 70,000 to 80,000 Oden Kingdom troops fell into complete chaos.

But the chaos was only temporary. When it was dawn, they could restore their organization and even launch a counterattack.

After all, the number of people on both sides was huge.

There were only about 25,000 new troops participating in the battle tonight, and a considerable number of infantry were very tired after a long journey.

Only the Temple Warriors, Light Cavalry and Queen's Guards remained intact.

The window of opportunity to tear apart the enemy's front was only two or three hours.

Christine was like a cold surgeon, constantly looking for opportunities to operate, and asked the messenger to convey orders to the battlefield through flag signals.

The hot air balloon patrolled the battlefield, observed the enemy's flaws, and then issued orders through flag signals.

This was the most advanced command method.

The only drawback was that the hot air balloon had poor controllability and would fly around in a strong wind.

Christine thought silently in her heart, how nice it would be to have wings that could fly freely.

Looking down at the earth gave her a sense of calmness that everything was under control.

She gave precise orders to separate the stubborn resistance of the Oden Kingdom Army.

Another advantage of air command is that it can provide accurate shooting coordinates for artillery.

She can see clearly where artillery support is most needed.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The two hours before dawn are the most precious time for Christine, and she will never let it go.

While Christine was racing against time nervously, General Rune, who temporarily took over the command, felt that this night was as long as a century.

After learning that the king had brought the guards to Oro Town, he was dumbfounded on the spot.

In his mind, Sven VII was a true hero and a wise lord who could change the situation of the Oden Kingdom being strong but not big.

What happened tonight made Rune almost desperate.

But he quickly cheered up.

His Majesty just didn't want to take extra risks in the chaotic battlefield.

Sven VII is a monarch, and he shouldn't have charged into battle. How could a monarch personally go to the front line to participate in the war?

Times have changed. In the era of cold weapons, armor can resist damage, but guns and cannons have no eyes.

Rune didn't dare to think too much. He quickly used the Helensburg City Hall as the command center and began to command.

To be fair, his military quality is very high. Although his prestige is slightly inferior to that of General Good, his tactics are more advanced.

Sven VII asked General Good to go back and hand over the command of the troops to him. There were not many opinions within the army.

Good's defeatist remarks were not only hated by Sven VII, but also by others.

Everyone fights for benefits. Who likes to listen to the crows chattering about mourning?

Rune cheered up and even had a few more fantasies.

As long as he can save the crisis tonight, his position in His Majesty Sven's heart will definitely be different. As long as he is given a stage, he can display his ambitions.

He must win this battle!

Rune was in high spirits and kept giving orders.

He asked all troops to gather in regiments and battalions and use the camps for self-defense. At the same time, he sent out relatively complete mobile troops to connect the isolated troops.

As Rune made adjustments, Christine, who was confident of victory on the hot air balloon and even had time to appreciate the dog-walking tactics of the Roland trio, changed her expression slightly.

The current commander of the Oden Kingdom Army is not Sven VII.

The king's movement, once exposed, will have a serious impact on morale, but now is the darkest night and the soldiers cannot see it.

Sven VII's escape did not cause a negative impact on the king's transfer, but replaced him with a better commander?

Christine frowned slightly.

The goddess of luck never takes care of someone for a long time, and her luck is very bad tonight.

Although she was unlucky, Christine was not upset. She calmly adjusted every army on the battlefield according to the battlefield situation, as indifferent as a robot.

While commanding the battle, her eyes were cast on Mount Helen.

The battle between the old warlord and the Roland trio was also in the final stage of life and death.

Shank has giant blood flowing in his body. Although it is a little thin, his physique is much stronger than that of ordinary humans.

Just now, he was attacked by Roland with a smoke bomb, and then stabbed in the back. If it were an ordinary person, he would have lost his ability to fight and lay on the ground wailing, but his self-healing ability is extremely strong, and the wound scabbed and healed in just a few minutes.

Although it was painful and his movements were affected, he was still able to move freely.

Roland, Sif, and Lisa formed a triangle formation, kept a distance from each other, covered each other and attacked in turns, giving Shank no chance to attack at the same time.

All the magic below level 3 that Lisa mastered was instant, and she didn't need to stand in place to chant, which was very flexible.

Flames surged from her palms and hit Shank's huge body fiercely.

The flames spewed very fast and covered a huge area, so Shank could only dodge part of it.

After several rounds of fire baptism, the battlefield was hot, and Shank's thick beard was burned and curled, extremely embarrassed.

Sif, who was the strongest among the three, changed to an armor-piercing spearhead and kept a distance from Shank with a three-meter-long spear, with the tip of the spear always aiming at Shank's eyes, throat, lower body and other vital parts.

If it were half a year ago, Sif would never use such an indecent attack method, but under Roland's words and deeds, the rigid dogma of knights had long been forgotten by her.

A knight who is alive is a good knight, and a dead one is nothing.

Roland held a short spear in his right hand and a huge shield in his left hand, standing at the forefront.

Although he could use a long sword, the attack power of the sword was far less than that of a short spear, and it was even difficult to break the defense. He still chose a magic short spear with four special effects of armor-piercing, weakness, bleeding, and paralysis.

This was a gift from Master Anthony, and it was very useful.

Shank was bleeding profusely after being hit by a single shot, and his movements were much slower.

Faced with the three people's unscrupulous tactics, Shank was completely enraged. But he did not lose his mind.

If Anthony took action, he would definitely die. He was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the moment when Roland's trio was eager to win.

He could just grab a random guy and take him hostage in exchange for freedom.

His eyes flashed with madness.

From the previous battle, he found the most suitable target.

First, exclude the girl who threw the fireball. From her fighting style, she could be recognized as the disciple of the old man Anthony.

The furious Anthony had killed a strong man of the same level before, so he didn't dare to provoke him.

Roland was the object he hated the most, but this kid was very slippery and could not be caught at all.

There was only one goal, that was Sif who always wanted to kill him with one shot.

She was the queen of the Sussex Empire, the most valuable, she was the one!

Shank was slightly stunned, and Sif's spear pierced his legs accurately.

Although Shank wanted to lure the enemy, he never dreamed that Sif would be so cruel.

The sound of an egg breaking after being hit by an iron rod was heard, and even Roland felt a chill in his crotch.

When did Sif become so cruel?

Seeing Shank screaming and falling to the ground, Sif jumped high like lightning, holding the spear tightly with both hands, ready to pierce Shank's throat with one shot.

At the moment she jumped high, Roland felt something was wrong.

Shank's fall was a bit strange.

Although the damage of the broken egg was almost fatal to a man, Shank was an old man over a hundred years old after all, and he probably didn't use that thing much, so he didn't lie down directly.

Thinking of Shank being raped by him and still being able to walk fast, Roland suddenly shuddered and threw the shield in his hand.

His target was not Shank, and it was unrealistic to expect to kill Shank with a shield.

His shield flew towards Sif.

Sif looked back in horror and saw the huge shield flying towards her.

It was Roland?

She did not hesitate at all and first ruled out the possibility that Roland would hurt her.

In a flash, she did not understand what happened, but she knew what Roland was going to do.

She remembered the teachings of the gun teacher.

Unless you are absolutely sure, do not leave your feet on the ground. People are not flying birds. Once they are in the air, it is difficult to change the direction of the leap.

Roland threw the shield to give her a chance to change direction.

The tip of the spear poked the shield, and Sif flew away with the force.

The huge shield fell and hit Shank.

Shank, who was just groaning on the ground, hugged the huge shield and shouted with a fierce smile:

"Stop it!"

He was looking at the shield in his arms while roaring, and was stunned.

This moment of surprise determined his fate.

In a duel between strong men, life and death only takes a moment.

Shank was injured continuously, and his mind was a little dizzy. The captured hostage became a shield, which made his plan completely fail.

Roland's freed left hand skillfully threw the flying knife.

The pistol in his right hand also flew out at the same time.

Sif almost attacked at the same time as him, and the long spear pierced Shank's throat like lightning.

Lisa was not to be outdone, and clapped her palms lightly, and a phantom of a fire phoenix flew out and rushed straight to Shank's head.

"Ah!"

A scream rang out.

Shank's eyes were pierced by Roland's flying knife and short gun, his throat was hit by Sif's long spear, and his huge head was also swallowed by the fire phoenix.

Roland drew out his backup weapon, but before he could do anything, he saw Sif rushing forward like a civet cat, stabbing Shank's heart with a dagger.

The three of them rushed forward, slashing Shank, who was unlucky tonight, to death.

Anthony, who was standing on the cliff next to him, was stunned until the big fireball in his palm burned his skin and woke up in pain.