Chapter 39 The Perseverance of Knights

Climbing to the sky and looking at the sky, but without words, the black rain is all outside the world. A word of spring, a word of winter withered, gloomy sadness and free tears, lonely and lonely heart knows who knows that others can laugh and hurt. Recall the years, the horse light the young man, Wu hook stepped on the horse's river and mountain, now it is like a melancholy, silent and speechless, long roar is difficult to calm his chest. I like it.

He raised his glass and hid the moon. He was lonely and Xiaoxiao thought about the withered Zen. He didn't look for fellow passers-by. The secret words were ignorant and autumn fell. How many thoughts and how many leaves he had. He was angry and his ambitions. Kaige was loud and the snow hidden knife. Du Kang was not there to solve his worries. What a long road is? How cold the road is. The heaven is silent. I accumulate annoyance and hatred in my heart. I don't know people. Tears.

——Xijiangyue Purgatory

Just as Tang Feng sighed, in the far west, the camp of the jihadist army and the Villa coalition was staged a bloody storm.

On the same day, after the secret meeting, the marquises of Villa decided to secretly clean up those unstable factors loyal to the Holy See in the tribe, and fully integrate their strength in this war to preserve their strength to get through this extremely difficult time.

However, things are far from that simple.

The night was desolate. At a time of silence, suddenly, there was a shocking shout on the camp of Villa Five, followed by a horrible scream.

Although the four marquis of Vera, Mokoyev, Solayachi, Rosasky and Ancofatai, are surrounded by the guards at this moment, they have already been injured in many places. Among them, Mokoyev shouted, "Bill's Ke, you traitor, why do you do this, you are a traitor of the Villa people." Mohekov clearly remembered that an arrow had just been shot. If Solayatchi hadn't resisted him, he would have died on the spot, and he recognized the arrow, which was undoubtedly the arrow of the precise Marquis Solayatchi.

And not far from them, Bill's Ke held a bow in his hand and stared at it. In his eyes, there was not much joy, but more a sadness and struggle.

For the precise marquis Bill's Keyo the other four marquis to discuss the matter accurately, the four marquis agreed without much vigilance, but unexpectedly, in the middle of the banquet, countless soldiers were suddenly killed, if it hadn't been for the elite and brave knights of the four marquises. They are also very powerful, so they will die in the big account tonight.

In the field, Mojekov was like a fierce lion.

He, with a body more than two meters high, is wearing knight's armor and holding a huge armor-breaking hammer in his hand. With the tenfold increase of the strength of the heroic ring, he is like the god of war in the night.

Look, the fierceness is abnormal, leaving no room, surrounded by broken arms and intestines. In the dark night, the desolate warriors bravely kill the enemy.

The close clown, like a thin coat, was smashed by the weapon that seemed to be the hammer of fate, which was smashed to bones. We sighed, we praised,

He waved, he roared, and he went down like a god.

Countless enemies saw his appearance and were afraid to scatter. In the place where he went, who could stand and cast a heroic legend with countless blood and countless lives.

——Moekov

I just saw the field, although countless soldiers of precise tribes gathered here to kill the people in the field.

However, these elite knights, who seemed to be a group of tireless machines, guarding their marquis, only saw where they stood, leaving corpses all over the ground. The knights' faces were tense, but they showed perseverance. They waved long knives, as if to break free from the shackles of fate. The soldiers of the precise tribe rushed in array with long guns, one by one, sacrificing and killing the enemy. They gave up their lives and rushed forward bravely in exchange for glory. When the long guns were broken, the soldiers of the precise tribes were like animals to be slaughtered.

Solayetch, the marquis of the jumping tribe can no longer jump, because just now, two arrows have been fixed on his legs, which is Bill's precise arrow. At this moment, Solayatchi is just cursing and shouting, and he sings the old Vera ballad: "

The warrior from afar, you are extremely heroic, your soul, your life,

Desting eternal glory, your footprints, stepping all over the world, your beautiful name,

Wang all over the world, the battle flag sounded, we roared proudly in the world, and our swords were added,

We smile right, who are we, the knight of Vera,

Pride and courage, the voice of our souls will always spread

Look, the enemy is humble, look, the enemy is timid and cowardly,

We rushed in, they ran away, and we won a victory.

This is the ballad circulating on the Vera grassland in the era of Isusa the Great. It was the heyday of the Villa people and the source of pride for the whole Villa nobles. At this time, Solayaci sang but had a shocking power.

First, only Sora also sang alone, but then, these knights, including the other four marquises, began to sing, but saw such a song resounding throughout the venue.

The soldiers of those precise tribes are more and more afraid of the Vietnam War. At this moment, they seem to be fighting against the glory of Vera, fighting against ancient warriors, and fighting with ancient heroes who have come across history.

Bill's face changed greatly because he saw that the soldiers of the precise tribe were in danger of collapse at any time.

There stood a man standing next to him, that was Dilasky, who just saw that his face was red now, but it was not ashamed, as if a clown was praising the victory just now, which was clearly full of pride and happiness.

Just as the array of the precision tribe was about to be penetrated by the four marquises of Vera, suddenly, the soldiers of the precision tribe dispersed, and then a group of knights in dark red armor suddenly appeared.

Encofatai's eyes shrank and said, "The knight of the Holy See?"

At this time, one of the leading knights said, "Haha, I didn't expect that the Marquis of Encofatai would still know us. The honest knights met the four marquises." After saying that, this man did a standard chivalry.

On this bloody battlefield, this person was meticulous when saluting, which made the four Marquis of Vera feel a favor, which has nothing to do with his position.

At this time, there was a sudden silence on the battlefield, because Encofatai said, "It turned out to be a respected honest knight." After saying that, he also made a return. In the eyes of the nobles, even in the face of the threat of death, the etiquette cannot be abolished.

Moyekov and the three of them were the same. They returned a salute, and so did the knights who guarded them and saluted the honest knights.

Honestly said, "Then, if you take it, you will offend." Why don't you know what's going on? Mohekov smiled coldly: "Ha ha, I didn't expect that our five Vera alliances made an alliance, and there was a traitor. Bill's Ke, you violated the ancient covenant, and you will be punished." After saying that, he didn't care about anything. He rushed to honesty with a broken armor hammer, and honesty immediately greeted him, and the two fought together.

And Bill's face turned very pale in an instant. At this time, Dilaski held him and said softly, "Bill's Ke, believe me." Bill's face turned red and said, "I believe you." The voice was obviously a woman's voice, but due to the situation on the battlefield, no one else noticed it.

And at this time, Moyekov had smashed the honest defense with a hammer, and then put the hammer on his honest shoulder and said, "As a nobleman, although you have been captured by me, I respect your power." Honest and very elegantly said, "Please speak, my lord." Mojekov said, "Your Holy See and Bill's alliance is nothing more than to rule the other four, but the knights behind me are heroic and noble, and I hope to exchange your life for their lives." The honest knight was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said, "I have swore the honor of a knight. I promise the safety of the knight behind you. Please rest assured, Marquis."

When the scarred knights heard that Mojekov had let him leave, they all hurriedly shouted, "Marquis."

Moyekov stopped, motioned them not to say anything, and then returned to the circle of the three marquis and smiled, "I didn't expect that we would fight with each other for so many years and fight side by side so much." Solayat said, "Haha, the world is ermanent. Who would have thought of it?"

At this time, Kintelson suddenly appeared. Today's trial leader put on his gray clothes, and his whole body was gloomy. Rosaski said angrily, "Humph, Jintelson." Kintelson smiled proudly and said, "Marquess, if you hand over the ring now, I can still forgive you in terms of the immunity of the nobles."

The Marquis of Vera looked at each other and stood up.

Moyekov said, "God has given me honor."

Rosasky said, "God has given me youth."

Solayić said, "God has given me a light breeze."

Encofatai said, "God has given me thunder and lightning."

Then the four marquis said proudly, "The ring of Vera, the perpetuality of the knight."

Then, the four marquis made an understanding of the knight's challenge, at this moment.

Ginterson's face turned gloomy and horrible, Bill's and Dilaski had a trace of shame, and those Holy See knights were a kind of admiration.

Only pure knights can understand the meaning of life's pursuit, spirit and glory.

And the guard knights behind them also seemed to let go of the pain and fatigue on their bodies. Their figure at this moment was extremely tall, ignored the anxious and heavy eyes of the four marquis, slowly pulled out their swords and made a challenging move.

One of the knights said, "Your Excellency, please let us die with the glory of a knight, instead of living silently in such a glorious battle."

Yes, isn't a knight pursuing a proud honor?

The four marquis listened and smiled happily. They knew that further persuasion would be an insult to the dignity of these people. A knight who lost his dignity and honor would die than death, and the four Marquis of Villa would not say anything.

Perhaps, this is the charm of knights. Even if they fail, countless years cannot wash away people's pursuit of glory and dignity. Perhaps, this is the best interpretation of chivalry.