"Waving the spear is our best military salute, and knocking the shield is our best military song!"

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Sometimes, especially at the critical moment of life and death, people will always burst out with an incredible power, and those who have experienced many battles and are attached to the world will even stimulate their subconscious mind to survive! As Freud said, the psychological field of human beings is an unfathomable and huge world, and its deepest layer has magical things that cannot be realized by others. This is a charming field. When life is threatened, the subconscious mind of the iron-blooded tyrant Clovy told himself - "Live! Don't die!" This strong and urgent desire to survive stimulates his brain nerves and passes them to every cell in the body through the central nerves, perfect and fast. The human body always has mysteries that we don't know!

Above the mountain of corpse, she looked at the silver-white starlight like the rising star in the sky. The glory of the golden Reinhardt magic bow and the grace of the starry sky shine together. The light is shining. Under the dazzling light, many Franks had to cover their dog eyes and ran away like headless flies. The chaotic cavalry ran and rolled up and the dust did not hinder Ottoia's sight. There was always a limited existence in the infinite. Magic power had been input. The magic power gathered on the grace of the starry sky reached the level of D, and the whole body was shrouded in strong light.

Tianya was waiting, waiting for the chance to kill with one blow. Not only did he shoot through Clove's beard, but he also wanted to destroy most of Frank's biological troops. This opportunity - only once! The opportunity must not be missed and never comes again! He did not allow failure! The magic wrapped around the sword gradually became restless. Due to the continuous output, the holy sword mounted on Reinhardt's bow emitted a buzzing sound. This is the sword intent! The holy sword wanted to hit the enemy, and the sword body kept trembling. This was the signal before shooting, and the arrow (sword) had to be fired on the string!

The light intertwined with gold and silver suddenly turned into a flash in the pan in a moment, and the strong light gushed out directly. The condensed magic power was not wasted at all, and it was closely attached to the sword of grace in the starry sky. However, the sparks generated by the flying sword contact and friction with the air were like stars, floating on the bloody battlefield, like offering elegy to these dead soldiers. The golden silver and white spots seemed to purify the soul. The flange that had just opened its eyes

When a man saw the shiny stars in the sky covered with clouds and drizzle, how unsatisfactory the touch of the soul and the cruelty of the present world seemed. Reality, why are you so cruel? Asking in his heart, the Frank warriors were immersed in the faint stars, and they hung their hands that were already exhausted and held the sword. At this moment... they were all praying for their dead companions. Human beings were always so small and had no ability to resist in the face of reality.

The grace of the starry sky that had brushed across the sky was swiftly inserted and accelerated the blood towards the lymphatic body. The Lord of Frank, whose mind was relied on subconscious action, immediately turned his horse's head, tied the reins and jumped up. At some point, the Celtic sword drawn out to boost courage blocked the starry sky grace that wanted to take its owner's life. The two swords collided together, making the battle scene that everyone liked was unexpected.

It did not appear. The Starry Sky Grace directly cut off the Celtic sword in Clove's hand. (It's not that I complained that the best forging technology in Europe was the Celtics. Frank, a nation that could not even create words, could not create good swords. The best weapons in Europe at that time were the masterpieces of the Celtics). A long bloody wound was cut on Clove's face, and then it flew behind Clove and disappeared.

The Chongpin Guard suddenly reacted, remembered his duties, and hurriedly helped Clove up who was falling down to the horse and checked the terrifying wound for him. Clove pushed away the panicked people. He stood up straight, as if he had not caused any serious damage to him just now, but now anyone with a discerning eye can guess that Clove is encouraging his morale. If he is defeated by one person and the head coach is injured, he will not only show any example in this situation, it will not be embarrassing. I am afraid that even the king's prestige will be thrown into which Java country!

The raindrops in the sky gradually became smaller. The water droplets that were as big as beans just now almost turned into thin lines. When Ottenia saw Clovina's red and smelly face, she couldn't help but mutter to herself: "Is it still a little short? Goddess of victory, why do you always pass by me?" He put down the bow and arrow in his hand, shook his head to show his helplessness. When he was secretly sighing about the cruelty of reality, the Franks who had just lamented the ginseng immediately surrounded him. Perhaps Clovi's fearlessness really played a role in boosting morale. The Franks' attack this time was even more rapid and powerful, and they were sweating profusely.

Immediately, the cavalry climbed the hills made of corpses of ten thousand people, and the strong smell of blood continued to put pressure on their fragile lungs, because there was no holy sword in their hands, and Ottenia, holding guns in both hands, was crazy than before. The gun in his hands fell on the enemy's head like raindrops, instantly carrying countless lives, the black and red gun body was poked desperately, and the dead Franks could only see a small dot and an arc... In short, Simon's front was still stubbornly defended by Ottenia, so the key to the battle turned to the troops led by Rukius...

"What exactly does he want to do?" Rukius looked at the battlefield in the west in confusion, his frown showed his confusion. For the people, Rukius saw their power and importance, but chose to ignore their feelings. The reason why the people followed him so wholeheartedly was because of his selfless dedication, but the essence of this behavior was a kind of "investment" and an investment in potential stocks. Even if he could think wholeheartedly for the people, the times limited his vision, and he could not feel more intuitively how powerful the people's power is. Rather than saying that he was a good man, he was a dead soldier who gave up his "home" for the sake of the "country". He would fight for the interests of more people, but if these more people hurt them, more people would have hurt them.

They also want the interests of many people, and he will give up without hesitation. It is in this contradiction. Rukius is like a machine. He lives to save the world. As a concubine, he has experienced all the sufferings on earth and does not want to see them as painful as him. The reason why he selectively ignores the feelings of the people is because Rukius thinks he is right. In order to save more people, he has to give up some lives. It is not to maintain the balance between the two sides, but just doesn't want to see more people crying... This is also the biggest difference between him and Ottenia. What Ottenia wants to see is the smile of the people. This is Ottenia's long-cherished wish, and Rukius just wants to make the people live a better life and does not want to see the people cry...

In this contradiction, Rukius, who swore allegiance to Ortinia, led an army of more than 6,000 people to fight!

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Chapter completed!