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- In the early morning of the next day, Roy and everyone in White Rock City had followed the caravan through the border of Ansos Province and entered the southwestern plain of Valen Province.
Once here, the road begins to become crowded and lively.
An endless stream of lords and troops came from all over the empire to gather in the north of the province. Every small town we passed along the way, and even the abandoned farm fields on the roadside, were filled with tents and horse-drawn carriages loaded with grain and grass. The soldiers who delivered the order galloped on the muddy ground, and the soldiers who had traveled a long distance sat in a mess on the hillside in a daze.
The heraldic flags of different lords were fluttering on the roofs of tents on the roadside. The sound of horns, the sound of people shouting and horses neighing, and the sounds of soldiers gathering for drills came and went.
On the road, the horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts loaded with grain and grass looked like a long queue. From time to time they got stuck in the mud and had to be pushed forward and pushed forward, struggling to move forward. Not far away from the roadside, you can see overturned carriages with broken axles or simply falling apart on the roadside. The soldiers marching in formation were covered in mud and water, so dirty that they could no longer see their true colors.
Traffic in the northeastern part of the empire was already bad, and with refugees moving south and troops moving north, it became even more chaotic. It is said that some lords from the south and their troops have been stationed in the wasteland on the roadside for more than a month. It's not that they don't want to go, but the condition of the road makes it impossible for them to leave.
Some great lords and their powerful armies would unceremoniously seize the right of way on roads. Ordinary little lords, especially those little barons who led hundreds of men and fell behind again and lost contact with their own lords, did not even have a basic say here and were crowded on the roadside like a group of pitiful quails.
This reminded Roy of Polabel.
If there had not been an invasion by the Feili people, if Baron Brian had not died yet, and if he was still in Borabel, then there might be a shadow of his little handyman in the tent on the roadside today. Either he was squatting by the earthen stove to boil water, or he was carrying fodder to take care of the horses of the few armed knights.
Thinking about it now, just two or three years ago, it felt like a lifetime ago.
Because the road is muddy and narrow, road jockeying often happens.
Along the way, Roy has seen several fights that broke out due to fighting for the road. There are nobles from Ansos fighting with the nobles from the Southwest Nobles Union, there are nobles from Prussia fighting with the nobles from Saxony, and there are also nobles from the imperial capital plain fighting with the nobles from Sinasili.
Everyone spoke with different accents and wore different clothes. They bumped into each other like fighting cocks, with fists flying and screams. Winners move ahead with pride, while losers retreat and retreat.
However, following the caravan was going quite smoothly.
The caravans that have been traveling on this road for a long time have already established good relationships with the lords along the way. They have specific channels and can be regarded as local snakes on this road. As long as the steward of the caravan steps forward to push a few Jin Lulang and whisper a few words, the guards of the lords along the way will find a way to let the caravan pass as quickly as possible.
For these local lords, especially for the Governor of Wallen Province, ensuring the flow of materials is far more important than dealing with the rags of foreign noble lords.
It is only the early stage of the coalition forces gathering. The lords heading north are a mixed bag, and there are all kinds of people. Some landless lords brought twenty or thirty peasants armed with simple wooden spears and dressed in tatters who dared to come to gather. I really don¡¯t know if they came to resist the demons, to die, or simply to beat the autumn wind along the way without food.
At least before the coalition forces were officially assembled, these people had nothing to do with them, but the caravan was the artery of the Warren Province. Whether it is food, medicine, magic crystals, weapons and other supplies, they are all closely related to their survival.
In the evening, the caravan stopped in a small town called Thorn Town. As usual, Roy entered the world of Judgment silently and began a day of practice.
In the spear spirit realm, the battlefield is vast and boundless. Looking down from a high place, one side of the battlefield is filled with demon cavalry from different races. The large and small cavalry formations are like black clouds, spreading far away, with no end visible at a glance. On the other side, there was the lone gun spirit and Roy, who was riding behind him on a living treasure.
Since the last time he was besieged by the four Sword Spirits and completed the special training assessment, Roy's strength has stabilized at the Great Bright Three Stars. In terms of combat effectiveness, relying on the domain and clones is enough to compete with ordinary saint domain experts.
Therefore, training with the gun spirit has been put on the agenda.
The training started when I left Munich. During the day, Roy followed the Knights of the Southern Cross, learning horse riding skills, and meticulously practicing knight tactics. At night, he would pass through the Judgment Passage and return to Austin in front of his Castle of the Undead, relying on the final battlefield. Cultivation in the ruling array established by the power.
Five days in the magic circle are equivalent to one day in the outside world.
This is the power transformed by the Judgment Array from the final battlefield where time has completely stopped passing after being sealed for three hundred years. It is also Roy's most valuable resource at present.
Facing the invasion of demons, time is too precious for Roy.
"If he hadn't borrowed the time to seal the final battlefield, even if he practiced doing nothing day and night, he would not have been able to complete the evolution of Judgment and solve the mystery of the final battlefield before the demons swept across the continent.
And these days, with the devouring of the abundant spiritual power accumulated for three hundred years on the final battlefield, the main spirit of judgment has become more and more powerful. Its giant sculpture standing in the center of the Judgment World is becoming increasingly clear.
Roy can clearly feel that when he awakens the gun spirit, Judgment will begin its evolution again.
This made Roy full of expectations. At that time, not only will there be an exit for the spatial channel of judgment. Moreover, the secret of the final battle is getting closer and closer.
The spear spirit, the sword spirit, the staff spirit!
At this moment when mankind has been pushed to the edge of the cliff, they should all wake up.
However, the previous practice with the Spear Spirit was not smooth.
Although Roy had watched the Gun Spirit fight countless times before the formal training, it was only when he actually followed the Gun Spirit into the tide of demons that he realized that the relationship between him and the Gun Spirit was different. What a huge difference.
In the swarm of enemies swarming in like a tide, the gun spirit was like a giant steel ship, splitting the waves. Roy, who was following behind him, felt like a small sampan in the storm, sinking as soon as a wave hit him.
I can¡¯t keep up with my speed, my footwork, my marksmanship.
He could only be caught in a tight siege again and again in a hurry, watching helplessly as the majestic back of the gun spirit was like a strong wind, blowing the surrounding enemies to and fro, and then disappeared.
Later, on the way from Munich to Dusha Town, Roy gradually came to understand after learning some knightly fighting skills from Leng Jin and other veteran Farrington knights.
As a knight, you can only become a complete knight when you become one with your horse.
But in this form, the fighting style is very different from usual. Especially when the war horse charges, there is no retreat, no turning around in the light body technique, and no kicking, kicking, sweeping, spinning, ducking, knee-bumping and other actions during the fight. Some just charge forward at high speed and have a lance in their hand.
People have two legs, while horses have four legs. The gait of the two is very different.
Therefore, a knight riding on a war horse must first adapt to the movements of the mount, so as to develop his own habits of fighting on horseback. Know which actions you can do and which actions you can't do.
And different knights have different requirements in this regard during combat.
For example, the terrain dragon has two anti-joint hind legs. Each step has a larger step and stronger impact, but the flexibility is slightly less. For example, the sand wolf, although it also has four limbs, has a stronger jumping ability and can pounce and bite. It is a completely different gait from a war horse.
And after you get used to the movements of the horse, and achieve the unity of man and horse, and you can do whatever you want while sitting down on the horse, then the knight's battle formation charge training really begins.
Roy has concluded that there are two key points during this period.
First, knights charge and fight, relying on speed and impact. This is fundamental. Therefore, some ordinary moves must be discarded no matter how reluctant they are.
? ? Simple and direct, focusing on speed and impact are the key points of the knight's charge.
Second, it is also a charge, but it does not mean that you can only go straight and recklessly.
Although it seems that the gait of the war horse cannot make the swerves and moves of ordinary foot combat, but in fact, as long as you master the skills of the knight, its flexibility is not even worse than that of ordinary foot combat!
And the key lies in the lance in your hand!
Take the Spear Spirit as an example. When he rushes into the enemy formation one man and one horse, on the surface, the front is densely packed with obstacles, row after row, layer by layer, endless. Many demon knights even risked their lives to intercept him, trying to slow him down, block his way, get him entangled, and slow him down!
But the gun spirit never stopped, and refused to lose even a little bit of speed.
His lance turned into arc-shaped trajectories during the high-speed sprint, making his whole body like a meteor wrapped in a circular spear light.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? piercing, sweeping, picking, trembling, shaking
¡°If you don¡¯t let me pass, then I will use the lance in my hand to open a way. you?Squeeze my space, then I will fly you, assassinate you, knock you away, and trample you under my feet.
Therefore, after careful observation, Roy found that no matter what time, the gun spirit's side was empty.
The tidal wave of enemies was blocked outside the radius of his lance. The top of the arc drawn by the spear light is the explosive point of his power. Any opponent caught by this point will be shattered to pieces.
This is the secret of Gun Spirit¡¯s marksmanship!
In the distance, the horn sound of a group of demon cavalry charging came again.
The earth shook, and the ferocious demons began to gallop, like an avalanche, coming overwhelmingly. Smoke and dust rose into the sky, like black mountains rising from the ground, and strong winds roared in the face, making people suffocating.
As usual, the gun spirit also started to move.
He urged the war horse to start trotting, with a calm expression on his face, and his burly body rose and fell with the horse. The sound of a lonely horse's hooves clattered like a careless drum beat in the silent night.
Although there was no horn or the overwhelming noise, following him and looking at the majestic mountain-like back, Roy could only feel his blood rising.
He rode his horse to keep up!
"Two people, two horses, and two guns, facing the tide of demons in this empty wasteland!"
The war horse changes from small steps to long strides, from long strides to galloping. The horse's hooves rolled, the sound of the hooves became more and more urgent, and the enemy in front of him changed from a black line on the horizon to a huge tide right in front of him!
The wind whistled in my ears.
Although there were only two of them, even though he knew that the spear spirit had not yet awakened, at this moment, Roy had already followed the tradition of the knight.
With the wind and lightning, the last two hundred meters were instantly smoothed out, and he shouted loudly!
"Fight!"
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