However, what responded to Leoni was the roar of the steel behemoth, the trembling wasteland, and the fire and smoke released from the muzzle of the gun."boom!"
With a loud bang, the direct shell landed in front of Leoni and exploded suddenly.
In an instant, dazzling flames filled his pupils, a violent explosion occurred, a strong airflow burst out, and broken shrapnel flew everywhere.
Thanks to the automatically triggered magic shield on his armor, Leoni withstood the explosion, but the other Winged Hussars were not so lucky.
They either lost their limbs, or were blown into charred corpses, or even turned into pieces - and Leonie could only watch all this happen, but he could do nothing.
Leonie clenched the saber in his hand and growled, "We are Fadrans."
In his memory, the former Fadlan Empire was so powerful and glorious. They had wantonly occupied the lands of other races, treated powerful dragons as prey, and regarded themselves as natural conquerors of the world.
——And the Aesir Winged Hussars are a glorious member of it, one of the legions of Holy Fadlan.
But now?
The glory of the sun god became increasingly dim, their power gradually faded, the three kingdoms were in constant war, and the despicable country from the north even took them as prey.
More importantly - he almost lost his confidence as a citizen of Fadlan and was overwhelmed by the might of those steel behemoths.
For Leonie, this was an unforgivable mistake!
He is a Fadlan! He comes from the most powerful empire in the entire Feanso, believes in the eternal sun, and is loyal to the immortal great emperor!
They should never be afraid, never surrender, and should always follow the rays of the sun!
"huh, huh"
The sound of explosions in his ears continued, and his memories became increasingly blurred. Leonie's eyes gradually turned red, and even his breathing became rapid. He raised his saber high, and veins bulged on the back of his hand.
"We are noble Fadlanders! We will never surrender to any despicable barbarians!
Aether Winged Hussars - Charge with me!"
At this moment, even the roar of artillery fire and the roar of engines could not cover his hoarse shouts.
Leonie rode the white horse, leaning forward, with the broad metal wings behind him spread out, and the wind passed through the gaps, making a shrill whistling sound.
The magic patterns on the wings also glowed, releasing a sun-like light that actually caused him to gradually leave the ground. The warhorse galloped as hard as it could, and the horse's hooves hovered in the air several feet above the ground.
At this moment, Leoni, like a true descendant of God, dragged a trail of light and charged into the air at an extremely terrifying speed - this was the real Winged Hussars!
Leonie brandished his saber and shouted: "Holy Fadlan lives forever! Give your heart to Fadlan!"
The hundreds of remaining cavalrymen focused their attention on Leoni. They nimbly dodged the bombardment of artillery fire and gradually gathered around him.
"It's Master Leonie!"
"We are the Ethel Winged Cavalry!"
"Amaunator, the Holy Fadlan Empire will live forever!"
Against the noisy background, the shouts of the Aesir Winged Hussars rose one after another, which was particularly exciting.
At this moment, life or death is no longer important. These fanatical cavalrymen just want to launch a mighty charge like they did before, die on the battlefield like true warriors, and give everything for the "Fadlan" they have built in their spiritual world.
"Long live Fadlan!"
The Winged Hussars were arranged in two dense rows with knees touching each other. Their excellent horsemanship allowed them to charge in dense formations, and their long lances ensured that they would pierce their opponents first.
The magical patterns on the armor coordinated with each other and reflected each other, eventually forming a long, fast-advancing thick barrier in front of the cavalry lined up in a horizontal column.
"Shh-"
The wings behind them emitted a shrill whistling sound, releasing a strong propulsive airflow, giving the Winged Hussars greater speed and power.
The sound of horse hooves was neat and dull, and the Winged Hussars were silent. Even if some of their comrades were knocked over by the explosion, they would quickly adjust and complete the formation.
At this moment, they were only a hundred meters away from those iron lumps, and the billowing smoke made it difficult for them to open their eyes.
"For Holy Fadlan!"
The Winged Hussars summoned up their courage and shouted at the top of their lungs.
The wings behind them suddenly spread out, making a terrifying scream, and the horses' hooves hit the ground like drumsticks, making a rapid sound.
Such a huge impact force and such a fast speed can often bring devastating blows to the enemy, and it is difficult for anyone, whether it is a human, an orc or a giant, to resist.
The Aesir cavalry once relied on such charges to roam the continent and were invincible.
But unfortunately, their enemies this time are not flesh and blood, but giant beasts made of steel, the empire's most advanced war machine - the tank.
Under the roar of the steel behemoths, the whistling of artillery fire, and the roar of engines, all noises were easily drowned out, and even the earth was wailing.
The Winged Hussars only felt a deafening buzzing in their ears, and even the sound of the wind was difficult to hear.
Leonie also clenched the saber in his hand, his heart pounding and his breathing becoming more rapid.
In a trance, he seemed to have returned to that afternoon thirty years ago, when he was still young and energetic. It was also during such a charge that they slaughtered the last orcs of Aesir like slaughtering pigs.
Will it still be so now?
We will win, we will definitely win, we are Fadrans, Leonie kept repeating this sentence in his heart.
One hundred meters.
Leonie raised his saber forward, his eyes wide open, and gave a mighty war cry.
Fifty meters.
However, under the cover of thick smoke, those hideous black shadows as big as hills expanded rapidly in their eyes, and finally broke through the smoke and appeared in front of them.
At this moment, the iron torrent of the Burning Empire collided with the once invincible charge of the Aesir cavalry, rushing towards the land like a tsunami.
"boom--"
A strong airflow swept over, and the Winged Hussars raised their spears and stabbed forward with all their might, trying to inflict a fatal blow to the giant beast.
Even a thrust carrying the kinetic energy of a charge could only barely penetrate the thick armor and could not really damage the core of the steel behemoth.
The spears broke and fragments flew everywhere. Amid the roar of the steel behemoth, the winged cavalry were sucked under the tracks along with their horses and were crushed into meat paste with short screams.
Whether it was the wings behind him, the sophisticated armor covering his entire body, or his strong physique, they all seemed insignificant in front of the impact of the steel torrent.
This once invincible Winged Hussars was now like a fragile glass doll that would shatter at the slightest touch.
"Do not--"
Leonie's face was hideous, and he let out a sad, angry and tragic roar.
He watched helplessly as the Winged Hussars, on which he had placed all his fantasies about Fadlan, were crushed by the torrent of steel. He felt that his heart was also crushed by the tracks, becoming broken and full of despair.
At this moment, the eternal illusion of the holy city in his heart was crumbling and was about to be reduced to ruins by the dragon.
Leonie shouted frantically: "Fadlan will not lose--"
As he shouted, he was like a knight charging at the windmill, using all his strength to swing his saber at the seemingly invincible steel behemoth in front of him.
"never!"
"Shh-"
The golden blade light shot up into the sky, and a strong wind swept across the ground, and the space seemed to be split apart. Under the powerful blow of the Fadlan Extraordinary Warrior, the armor of the tank was easily cut open, and even the body of the tank behind it was even split into two neat sections, opening up a huge crack!
The cross section was neat and the fracture was extremely smooth, which also exposed the dragon vein goblin driver hidden inside.
"Damn humans!"
The goblin yelled sharply. He huddled in the corner of the cockpit, holding onto the armrest with one hand and picking up the pistol beside him with the other, shooting indiscriminately at Leonie.
And from the moment he saw the goblin, Leonie suddenly burst into extreme anger, like a erupting volcano, difficult to suppress.
Goblins! The ones who crushed his army and crushed his last hope were the goblins that were regarded as worthless by the Aether Winged Cavalry!
This is simply a naked humiliation! It can even be said to be a humiliation to Fadlan!
The goblin kept pulling the trigger, still shouting: "Die, cowardly southerner! Long live His Majesty Cassius!"
However, the Winged Hussar did not fall down as the goblin had imagined. Instead, he rushed forward despite the bullets, swinging his saber wildly, and split the weak but arrogant goblin into two pieces.
Leonie rode his horse to the top of the tank wreckage and raised his saber high: "Soldiers! These things are not invincible! They are just strong on the outside but weak on the inside!"
However, when he looked around, all he saw was thick smoke, corpses crushed into pulp mixed with armor fragments, blood all over the ground, and two deep ruts left by the tracks.
At this moment, no one would listen to Leonie's call.
There were also some Winged Hussars who managed to escape from the gaps between the tanks, but having lost their comrades, they had already lost their faith and fighting spirit, and they just drove their horses away numbly.
Leonie shouted: "Have you forgotten the glory of the past? We are from Fadlan——"
"boom!"
The powerful explosion almost blew him away and also caused the wreckage of the tank to become shattered.
Leoni looked up and saw the wyvern flying across the sky again. Several bombs whizzed down, sweeping away the remaining winged cavalry and blowing the ground into pieces.
"Come on, kill me! Decades ago, you would have been defeated by me!"
The steam tanks in the distance turned their heads and surrounded them in a looser formation, chasing the Winged Hussars on the grassland like ferocious wolves.
The gun barrels of more than a dozen steam tanks were aimed at Leoni, and flames suddenly spewed out of the black muzzles.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Intensive and violent explosions occurred one after another, almost overturning the ground, causing sand, dust and rubble to rise into the sky.
Leonie relied on his superb riding skills to shuttle back and forth in the thick smoke, avoiding explosions again and again.
But soon, the warhorse under his crotch also let out a weak neigh and fell to the ground - the warhorse's originally smooth and beautiful fur was covered with dust and scars, its body was covered with broken shrapnel, and its blood was almost drained.
This warhorse that had been with Leoni for decades died just like that.
However, Leoni had no time to feel sad. He jumped off his horse with a saber in his hand and rushed towards the tank cluster alone.
The next moment, accompanied by a loud "bang", several shells fell where he had originally stayed, and the horse's corpse suddenly exploded, with charred pieces of flesh flying everywhere.
"kill him!"
"This human is very strong! He destroyed a tank, everyone be careful!"
The drivers communicated through the communicator, and the steam tanks dispersed and surrounded from different directions, forming a huge semicircular formation.
The machine gun turrets on top of the steam tanks were aimed at Leoni, with fierce flames bursting out from the muzzles.
"Dangdangdang——"
In an instant, a torrential rain of bullets poured down, washing over Leoni's body, leaving dents on his hard armor.
However, Leoni faced the dense artillery fire and bullets, fearless and almost crazy, and launched a charge.
"Gather the fire!"
"He's only one man! Don't save the shells!"
The firepower of the steam tanks became more intense, and the wyverns kept flying low in the sky, and the shells almost flattened the land around Leoni by three feet.
The continuous explosions and shootings gradually shattered his armor, and Leonie's strong body was covered with a charred shell, which was inlaid with dense shrapnel and bullets.
However, he did not give up. He staggered forward and dodged countless fatal attacks.
Finally, he walked with difficulty to a place forty meters away from the steam tank and raised his saber with trembling arms, but he no longer had the strength to charge and let the bullets shoot into his body full of holes.
"Click——"
With the crisp sound of gears meshing, the turret slowly turned, and the black muzzle was facing Leoni.
Leonie raised his head with a look of despair in his eyes. At this moment, the count finally realized the cruel reality.
——The Holy Fadlan Empire, to which he served, had long since perished.
In the army of the Burning Empire, Leoni actually saw the pride, confidence and arrogance that should have belonged only to the former Fadlan Empire.
"The old king is dead."
His lips moved, wanting to say something else, but the thrilling firelight had already occupied his eyes.
"boom!"
There was another earth-shattering explosion. In an instant, the ground trembled and dust and smoke rose into the sky.
The last Aesir Winged Hussar of Fadlan died in this way, and this unit will completely disappear in the dust of history with the passage of time.
On July 1789, 7 in the new calendar, the Burning Empire declared war on the Northern Ethel Territory with almost no warning and launched a fierce offensive.
According to the words in their declaration of war, North Ethel committed the great crime of "insulting the Burning Emperor".
The Burning Empire, with its 4 armored divisions, 3 light armored divisions and 2 air force divisions as its main assault force, tore through the crude defense line of 8 people in the Duke's territory in the flat western part of the North Aysel Plain with great force.
They had no time to prepare, and had not even received the news of the Burning Empire's declaration of war, before they were overwhelmed by the torrent of steel that suddenly appeared on the plain.
The empire's armored forces, air force and magic forces formed a force that could advance rapidly and deeply, quickly tearing apart and encircling the outdated and huge army of the old Fadlan Empire.
Millions of players swarmed out like locusts, almost frantically chasing the army that appeared in their sight, and their traces were scattered all over the plains.
This series of bad news forced the remaining troops of Duke Walter to huddle in various cities trembling with fear, waiting for external rescue.
At this moment, countless people in the city looked up at the sun and prayed silently to Amaunator. Their only hope was the former "Wing of Fadlan" - Walter Graham.
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The "Casius' Secret Treasure" event is still ongoing. The prize draw will be held at 12 noon tomorrow. Please stay tuned. (End of this chapter)
