nyslfriends Chapter 1154 - 1087: Scorching Wind (Part 2) (Double-Length Chapter)_3
Chapter 1154 - 1087: Scorching Wind (Part 2) (Double-Length Chapter)_3
"Sir, you are still young, why do this?" Tom looked at Kennard as if seeing him for the first time."The Leia Kingdom has become like this now." Kennard's voice suddenly lowered, like speaking to himself, "Do you know what the rest of the Empire calls us? North Kui Sick Man!
The Leia of the past was known as the Honor Knight Country, and now?"
"But what does that have to do with you?"
However, Kennard shook his head: "The Holy Alliance can win because everyone in the Thousand River Valley knows that they are related to the Holy Alliance, but the Leia people do not know.
This is Leia's first battle to suppress the rebels, and one of the three main generals has already surrendered?
That label of the sick man will truly be placed on us and cannot be removed."
He raised his hand and wiped his face, smearing blood all over it with his iron glove.
"I actually understand the scheming of those great nobles, but someone always has to do something unwise.
Just like that Saint's Grandson, if he had fled to Black Snake Bay back then, would the Holy Alliance exist today?
I only know that my father told me Leia is the Honor Knight Country, and I don't want to tell my child that Leia is a sick man country."
He suddenly raised his longsword, the blade glaringly bright in the firelight: "I would rather die in battle here than surrender!
Today, I will carve out a path of life for everyone!"
As the squire knight, Tom cried out and rushed forward, but Kennard kicked him away.
Kennard turned his horse and shouted at the remaining few hundred knights: "Those willing to charge with me, draw your swords! Those not willing, leave now, I won't blame you!"
The knights looked at each other, and finally, over fifty knights raised their longswords.
There was no fear on their faces, only a kind of near-numb resolution.
"Good!" Kennard's shout echoed loudly in the mountains, "Charge with me!"
The formation of over fifty cavalry was laughably thin, unsteadily stabbing at the vehicle formation.
This time, Jeanne did not order cannon fire, but quietly watched them charge over.
"Bang bang bang!"
The gunners' shots were no longer dense but more precise.
The foremost knights wailed continuously, falling off their horses one after another, the air filled with the thudding sounds of lead bullets piercing bodies and the smell of blood.
As he lay prone on his horse's back, Kennard felt sharp pains simultaneously from his chest, right arm, and thigh, as if a red-hot iron was branding his skin.
He grunted, but pulled the reins even tighter.
"Faster! A bit faster!" Kennard roared, the chestnut warhorse beneath him was already at its limit, but still staggered forward.
The knights around him fell one by one, and in the end, only he and his horse remained.
His shoulder was shattered by lead bullets, at least three ribs were broken, and white bones jutted through the armor, pressing against the saddle.
Kennard's vision gradually blurred, his mouth constantly filled with fresh blood, and he couldn't see anything in front of him clearly.
But he still didn't stop, continuing to urge the warhorse forward.
At this moment, he saw the female knight in silver armor behind the vehicle formation.
Jeanne was watching him, her eyes not mocking, not pitying, only a kind of calm admiration.
"It's now!" Kennard abruptly straightened his body, drew his longbow, and shot an arrow at Jeanne.
But at that moment, two streaks of electric light suddenly sparked at Jeanne's fingertips.
With two crisp "pops," one streak of electric light deflected the arrow, and another shot out like a long snake, hitting Kennard's warhorse.
The chestnut warhorse let out a shrill scream, its two front hooves instantly charred black, and heavily collapsed to the ground.
Kennard was thrown out, tumbling in the air several times before crashing to the ground.
He felt a piercing pain from his legs, glanced down, and saw his knees twisted at a strange angle.
The grapeshot cannon behind the vehicle formation was being loaded, the silhouettes of the busy gunners swaying in the firelight.
Kennard flipped over and got up, he could no longer walk, desperately clawing at the ground with one hand, inching forward bit by bit.
"For the King! Charge!"
The nearest grapeshot cannon was only ten steps away, and with the gunners' commands, the loading was complete.
Jeanne did not ask if he would surrender, she just quietly watched him.
Kennard reached out his right hand, hoping to grasp something, but only grabbed a handful of scorching sand.
He looked at that cold cannon barrel, suddenly mustered all his strength, stood upright, and drew his sword toward it.
"Boom!"
With a muffled boom, Kennard's body fell heavily to the ground, never to rise again.
His eyes were wide open, his face pressed against the scalding earth, a hint of a smile seemed to linger at the corner of his mouth.
Jeanne behind the vehicle formation was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand to remove her helmet.
Her long hair scattered in the wind, as she looked at the place where Kennard fell, and softly said, "Give him a proper burial."
Kennard's death was like the last straw, completely breaking the Leia Knights' morale.
The remaining few hundred knights, some threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground, some stripped off their armor and rolled down the steep hills, while others simply sat there, waiting to be captured.
Jeanne jumped down from the chariot, stepping onto the scorching ground.
The afterglow of the sunset shone through the thick smoke, casting an eerie blood-red hue over the valley.
She looked up at the sky, then toward the mouth of the valley, and suddenly ordered: "Second corps, clear the battlefield, treat the wounded.
Drum, come with me, let's take Sk Wolf Castle!"