Slaying the General
"Traitor! Coward! Disgrace to the kingdom! Reinard! You damned coward!!"
Friedrich roared inwardly!
He remembered the loyal soldiers who fought alongside him at Winterholm Fortress until their last drop of blood; he remembered the rearguard who bravely faced death when there was no way to retreat; he remembered all the innocent souls he had encountered along the way who had been slaughtered for their resistance!
Compared to these brave men who faced their deaths, how despicable and shameless was the surrender of Old Osric Fortress!
These high-ranking noble generals, in order to save their own lives and wealth, actually handed over the entire northern gate of the kingdom to the bloodthirsty barbarians!
They exposed the Royal Capital and millions of people directly to the enemy's slaughter!
Friedrich's last shred of reason was completely consumed by the raging fire of rage.
He stopped thinking about a way out, stopped weighing the pros and cons, and only one thought remained in his mind!
Kill!
Even if he were alone, he would use his sword to declare to these traitors and invaders the indomitable will of the Gorse Knights!
Let us pay tribute to all the fallen heroes with the blood of the enemy!
"For the sake of the Broomflower!!!"
He let out a battle roar, spurred his horse, and propelled the already exhausted steed forward like a blood-red arrow released from a bow. Alone and resolute, he charged towards the rear of the Sauron army, which was entering the city in an orderly fashion!
At this moment, the Sauron were immersed in the immense joy and complacency of capturing the strategic pass without bloodshed.
Behind the column were mostly supply troops and auxiliary units, whose discipline was relatively lax, and no one expected that someone would launch an attack from behind!
Friedrich appeared like a divine warrior, instantly charging into the enemy ranks!
A flash of sword light!
A Sauron supply soldier carrying provisions, with his back to him, didn't even understand what was happening before his head flew into the air with a look of astonishment on his face!
The headless corpse, gushing blood, staggered and collapsed!
"Enemy attack! Enemies are behind us!"
The sudden attack and screams immediately caused great chaos and commotion in Sauron's rear guard!
The soldiers turned around in panic, only to see a Gorse Knights covered in blood, looking like a madman, charging left and right through the ranks like a berserk war god.
The longsword in his hand transformed into streaks of deathly cold light; each swing inevitably brought forth a spray of blood and a shrill scream!
Friedrich poured all his anger, grief, and despair into this longsword!
Driven by his extreme emotions, his martial arts skills reached their peak!
Ordinary Sauron soldier were no match for him!
He charged through the chaotic enemy ranks, trampling and killing, leaving a trail of men and horses in his wake, and limbs flying everywhere. He actually managed to carve a bloody path through the dense army formation!
The Sauron were completely stunned by this unexpected and extremely fierce single-rider charge!
For a moment, they were all intimidated by his imposing presence and instinctively retreated and gave way. Some even dropped their weapons in terror and offered their necks to be killed!
Screams and chaos spread rapidly forward like ripples across the ranks.
Soon, the commotion alerted Stark, a third-tier Sauron Third-Order Knight who was supervising the march in the middle of the column.
Hearing the chaos and screams behind him, he flew into a rage, turned his horse around, and roared, "What's going on in the back! Which bastard is making a racket?"
When he saw the scene of chaos and carnage behind him, and the Gorse Knights was hacking and slashing wildly in his own ranks, he was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage!
"Useless! He's just one man! Stop him! Kill him!" he roared at the guards around him.
However, as soon as his personal guards charged forward, they were all slaughtered by Friedrich as if he were cutting melons and vegetables!
Upon seeing this, Stark's pupils contracted, realizing that the newcomer was no ordinary person.
He roared, drew his heavy curved sword from his waist, and spurred his horse to charge. "Arrogant Broomflower bastards! Die!"
He was confident that his strength was enough to kill any audacious enemy.
The two horses passed each other!
In the blink of an eye!
There was no fierce clash as expected, no clanging of weapons!
Only a single, incredibly fast, and breathtakingly sharp sword light flashed past like lightning!
Stark's rage and confidence froze instantly, replaced by utter shock and disbelief!
He had just raised his scimitar when he felt a chill on his neck, and his vision began to spin...
Pfft!
A head, its eyes wide open and its expression frozen in astonishment, shot into the sky!
Warm blood gushed from the severed neck, and the headless corpse swayed on the horse before crashing heavily to the ground.
Friedrich didn't even look back at the result. His warhorse didn't stop, and with his left hand, he swiftly reached back and precisely grabbed the braid at the back of the head, lifting it high into the air!
The blood-soaked knight, holding aloft the blood-dripping head of the enemy's high-ranking general, stood like a vengeful demon returned from hell amidst the chaotic ranks of the Sauron Army!
In an instant, the entire rear guard of Sauron fell into a deathly silence!
All the Sauron soldier who witnessed this scene were utterly horrified, gasping in shock. They involuntarily stopped in their tracks, staring in terror at the god-like figure and the still-dripping head in his hand...
One man's charge, a blood-stained sword, and the head of an enemy general—these alone were enough to intimidate tens of thousands of enemy soldiers!
Friedrich held Stark's grotesque, blood-dripping head aloft, standing like a war god amidst the chaotic enemy ranks.
His roar echoed in the ears of every panicked Broomflower soldier and officer:
"Broomflower warriors! Take up your weapons! Charge with me! For our fallen comrades! For the glory of our kingdom! Drive these Sauron mongrels out! Kill!!!"
His roar was filled with an almost divine appeal!
At the city gate, the Broomflower soldiers, who had previously laid down their weapons, were bewildered, and even ashamed, were completely shocked by this sudden turn of events and Friedrich's incomparably brave and imposing manner!
They gazed at the lone knight who charged into battle, slaying enemy generals and capturing flags, at the severed head in his hand—a symbol of the enemy's authority and defeat—and recalled the atrocities committed by the Sauron along the way and the humiliation of their surrender...
A long-suppressed surge of passion and rage erupted from their chests!
"Damn it! Fight these barbarians!" A young lieutenant was the first to react, grabbing his dust-covered longsword and roaring hoarsely, "For the Broomflower! Follow the Sir Knight! Kill!"
"Kill! Kill these sons of bitches!"
"Avenge our fallen brothers!"
Once there's a first, there's a second, a third...
More and more soldiers who had already given up resistance, especially the young and ambitious officers and soldiers who were unwilling to surrender, roared and picked up the weapons they had just discarded. Some even pounced on the stunned Sauron soldier next to them with their bare hands!
A chain reaction occurred instantly!