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Step by step, batches of soldiers with distinctive armor walked neatly, passing by the wide city gate tower, building a straight long dragon to move towards the distance.

Countless residents looked over the streets and watched the legion of the world. At this moment, they set out on the road to the battlefield to resist the powerful enemies and save their allies. Of course, there were many intelligence spies, or diplomats from other countries also staring here in the dark, but at this moment they had no time to care about anything else, and could only sigh at the excellence and power of the army in front of them.

The steps taken by thousands of people were sensation like thunder. The army gathered, and the warriors were wearing bright armor and shoulder to shoulder, making loud sounds of steel collision.

The three thousand spearmen were holding giant shields, and their spears were specially built and they were extremely sharp and cold. No matter how they faced any cavalry or enemy that charged head-on, they could slaughter the opponent with absolute advantage, not only because of their extremely exquisite weapons, but also because they already had extremely rare "Golden Sword and Silver Shield" troops, which were truly vanguards.

Then there were the Pulun hook and sickle hands. Because they were troops with high attack and low defense, they were arranged to serve as support infantry in the center of the army. Holding the long blade of the hook chain, they could not defend long-range attacks like spearmen, nor could they weaken the enemy a lot before close combat, nor could they cause serious injuries to the enemy like knights. However, they were the most outstanding auxiliary troops, and they were very rare practical troops.

Four thousand archers carrying longbows walked at the front of the team. Because of their profession, they all had agile figure and full of vitality, with sharp eyes and strong arms and wrists. After several baptisms, they had successfully advanced to the "Silver" army, only one level lower than the strongest ace of the Pulun Royal City, "October Legion".

Moreover, these elite archers formed the world-renowned Pulun Arrow Rain Formation. Its best record was to destroy more than 6,000 enemies and lose 0. Although there were many favorable terrain relationships, it also fully proved the huge power of these archers on the battlefield. All countries have obtained news from their respective spies. While shocking the power of the Pulun Arrow Rain Formation, they have also begun to gradually face up to the archers that have been ignored by them before.

Among them, the Kingdom of Denmark is the most diligent, with the first prince of the Kingdom of Denmark, Crisleur, personally embezzling a large amount of money to form a full-time archer legion, and it has gradually become effective. The Roman Empire and the French Will Empire are still mainly based on brilliant infantry troops, but they are also secretly developing their respective ace troops. For a time, it seemed that a craze of bows and arrows emerged on the entire continent, and no matter big or small, they followed the example!

The Royal City of Prun, which caused this mainland storm, was now marching straight, marching day and night without stopping to London, the capital of Great Britain.

"October Legion!"

"Glory, life, invincible!!" The streets were crowded with people, cheering in crowds of people. They waved their arms vigorously to say goodbye to the departing legion.

Pray for them, be proud of them, and finally for their strength, heartfelt trust.

We will surely be able to win the final victory of this war... This is what all the subjects of the entire Plun Royal City believe.

The people witnessed this majestic army sailing far away until they disappeared on the other side of the horizon.

The glorious rose flag in the cold wind, no matter what happens, always stands upright with the flagpole and faces the hurricane blowing, unswervingly.

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[[[cp|/chapters/20124/13/2175154634699286578580000966752.jpg]]]How long has it been since I enjoyed it? The air is filled with the smell of freedom.

Artoria rode her beloved horse, stretching her heart and enjoying the caress of the breeze.

"So, it's rare to indulge once!"

Slowly opening the emerald's big eyes, Artoria seemed to have decided something.

"You guys! If you can keep up with me, then come on, otherwise you can only climb slowly behind me!!"

After Haha, Artoria squeezed the horse's belly hard, and at the same time pulled the reins with both hands, the good horse she sat down was able to understand. With a long snore, she spread her four hooves and turned into a hurricane that went away!

Regardless of the astonished gazes behind him, Artoria rarely enjoyed the feeling of hiring on the boundless earth!

In the blink of an eye, Artoria had already run away for miles, and her speed was still increasing.

More than 300 cavalrymen were chasing the figures ahead, but they were really not good at sitting down and riding the horse. They were always left far before they got close.

"Atoris! You're so fast!" Lancelot shouted anxiously.

Bedevier's face was calm on the horse's back, and the strong wind blew his delicate white silver hair, which was slightly interesting when he looked at Lancelot's depressed expression.

"Haha, no matter how much you shout, it's useless. She is enjoying this moment at this moment, so it's better not to disturb me." Bedevier advised Lancelot with a smile.

"Oh... it's like a child." Lancelot sighed and said, looking at her who had disappeared from her eyeliner.

However, I really have to thank King Pulun for not only generously providing weapons and armor, but also drawing out three hundred horses for their use. This... should I say that King Pulun is extremely generous, or is he having other plans?

Bedevier turned his head and looked at the group of excited soldiers behind him and smiled slightly.

"A rare opportunity! Play indulge in the air before the war!!" Bedevier waved his hand and shouted to the soldiers behind him.

In response to him, the roar of a group of screaming soldiers.

"How can Bedwell connect...! Hey!"

"Hahahaha! Drive!"

Before Lancelot finished speaking, Bedevier ran wildly, relaxing his tense nerves for several days, breathing the fragrance of the grass on this green plain.

To be honest, these people were bored in those days in Prun. Although there was no need to worry about the attacks of foreign enemies, no one could stand being stared at by thousands of archers all day long? Not to mention the death giant that was arrowed on the string at that time... The Moon Knights were not at all strict with them.

When these three hundred strange cavalry venting their willful cavalry swept over like a strong wind, a large number of flags appeared in a distant depression behind them, and thousands of soldiers appeared!

The glorious rose flag was inserted into the chariot and walked at the forefront of the team.

Following closely behind are the Prun Legion, as well as the leader of the legion, the Moon Knight, the Prun Knight, and the King of Prun who was firmly protected by the October Knights in the center of the team.

Hundreds of carriages were arranged behind the team, carrying the main military rations, weapons, shields, crossbow arrows, black armored arrows, and more than 300,000 sharp iron arrows. There were also twenty-six crossbow cannons and three death giants that were connected behind the carriage. This type of weapon of killing cannon was transported by Xia Ya in one breath.

It can be seen how much Xia Ya attaches great importance to this expedition, and it also stands out from the side. Xia Ya does not want to engage in too much entanglement with the Three Lion-Seal Leopard Legion, and plans to fight quickly.

Thousands of soldiers surrounded themselves, without swords or shields. Their strong flesh and blood body was the strongest shield.

"King, what are you laughing at?" From the moment of departure, the Knight of the Psalm found that Shaya's face was always smiling.

Xia Ya chuckled, then pointed her hand forward and said, "Look at the cute posture of a lion released into nature, venting her heart's content. Hahahaha, it's really interesting."

He turned his head curiously, and the Knight of the Song stared at the front with his eyes narrowed. With her eyesight that was several times more than ordinary people, she seemed to have not seen any lion. Only a few hundred British cavalrymen were running around and making strange screams from time to time.

"King... I didn't see anything." Shengong said with a puzzled expression after retracting his gaze.

"Hahahaha! Is that right? That's a pity! Get it!" Xia Ya laughed loudly and accelerated her horse to the top of the team.

The two hundred and October Knights immediately roared together and hurriedly followed Xia Ya's pace.

The soldiers around them reacted even faster. They even cracked a road very quickly and neatly the moment Xia Ya ran, allowing their king to run straight ahead.

"King! King!......Ah!! Really!!" The Knight of the Psalm was not even shouted by Charlie. He gritted his teeth fiercely. The Psalm turned his head and shouted at the generals and guards behind him, "What are you doing in a daze? Didn't you see the October Knight chasing you?! Warn you, if there are even those who lose to the October Knight in this expedition, you will wait for me to change the skin! Did you hear it?!"

The guards were immediately frightened by the words of the Knight of the Songs, and hurriedly waved the horse whip and chased after them with explosive power far beyond their usual conditions!

"Hmph!" The Knight of the Psalm snorted coldly at the group of guard knights whose faces turned blue, with their prestige extremely prominent.

The soldiers walking beside them couldn't help but keep a distance from the Knight of the Songs. The leaders of the two legions of Prun, the Knight of the Moon and the Knight of the Songs, are really ruthless characters no matter which one...

So, in this relaxed and funny atmosphere, the Plun Legion drove towards its first stop to London.

One of the famous cities in Ireland: "The Centennial Blood City-Belfast."

This was once a bridgehead for the Irish people to resist the invasion of Scots and English. Legend has it that the scenery there is composed of red and black, and red is spread all over the earth. It is dyed red by the blood shed by the dead in battle. Black, despair cannot be redeemed, and can only scream in pain and finally die in desperate situations.

Here, the deputy head of the Three Lions Leopard Print Legion, brother of Carol Badren, Felipe Hall Badren.

"Reorganize the army! When the Plun Legion arrives, give them a big surprise! In the name of the great mother, the French Communist Empire!!"

“Oh oh oh oh!!”
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