How is that possible?
How can I get him to accept this?
He must know this opponent's name, he absolutely must know it, he must remember it firmly, he must defeat him again, and reclaim the Glory and everything he lost because of that punch.
"Tell me, Zenit, you must tell me your name!!"
The young Ajax commander abandoned his pride and indifference, and his furious roar echoed throughout the battlefield, the sound waves striking the distant walls of the Twin Flag City and reverberating outwards.
Finally, the giant beast rider, who had been riding away in a cloud of dust, came to a stop.
Slowly turning around, looking at the crazed figure atop the distant hill, a mocking smile appeared on the young face of the Zenit Knight. He cleared his throat and said unhurriedly, "Alright, since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you. Listen carefully..."
The sound wasn't loud, but everyone on the eerily silent battlefield could hear it clearly.
Almost everyone's curiosity was piqued; everyone wanted to know, just who was this Zongheng young Zenit Knight?
"I, Alexander, a second-class hereditary nobleman of the Zenit Empire, King of Chambord City!"
Sun Fei was very satisfied with the current scene. Haha, all his previous actions were preparations for this moment of showing off. His Majesty the King had no doubt that after this battle, the name Alexander would be firmly engraved in the hearts of everyone present today.
What a cool moment!
Reveal your name amidst the spotlight, etching it into the soul of your enemy.
After saying that, Sun Fei carefully observed the shocked and bewildered expression on the enemy's face. After his vanity was greatly satisfied, he eagerly urged his [ Black Whirlwind ] to gallop towards the distant Twin Flag City like the wind.
No one dared to chase after him.
King of Chambord Alexander
Upon hearing the name, Prince Fairenton of Ajax initially looked bewildered, then astonished.
He remembered the person this name represented—a King of a vassal state? He had indeed seen the name Alexander in the Military Department's records. The top fighter in the Zenit vassal state's Martial Combat Competition, he was naturally an object of attention for the Ajax people. However, he remembered that in the Military Department's evaluation records, Alexander only received the eight-character evaluation of "six-star strength, huge potential." How could a King with Six-Star Class strength have knocked him, who was almost stepping into Eight-Star Class strength, flying with a single punch?
There seem to be some errors in certain places.
At least the assessments in the Imperial Military Department's official documents are far too outdated.
Moreover, it seemed he had missed something last night. Fairenton suddenly remembered that before dawn, a group of defeated soldiers had fled back from the depths of the desert, claiming to have important intelligence to report, but he had refused to see them—a group that had abandoned the dignity of Imperial soldiers... Now it seemed he had been wrong?
"Bring those defeated soldiers awaiting punishment to me," Fairenton said to his guards, slowly suppressing his own injuries.
"Yes, sir."
"Huh? What's going on?"
Sun Fei urged the Big Black to carry the injured Ribery to the foot of Twin Flag City, only to find that the six thousand cavalrymen who should have already entered Twin Flag City were still lingering at the city gate. Although it only took him less than ten minutes to go in and out of the sixty thousand Ajax troops, even in such a short time, the six thousand men should have already entered the city.
"Military orders are absolute! Why haven't we entered the city yet? Huh? Why are the city gates closed?" Sun Fei approached and shouted angrily.
On the battlefield, opportunities are fleeting, and any delay can lead to devastating consequences. At this moment, the cavalry is stopped in front of the city gate, losing Charge mobility for a charge. If the enemy takes advantage of the situation to attack, there is a high chance that the entire army will be wiped out. If it weren't for the fact that the enemy army was intimidated by the pretentious aura he had deliberately created, and if it weren't for the fact that the prince commander was injured by him and temporarily leaderless, the Ajax army would probably have seized the opportunity to charge over by now!
"Reporting to Your Excellency, the city gate was half open, but someone on the city wall claimed to be an envoy of Lord Soroyev and ordered the gate to be closed again. No matter how we tried to persuade him, he refused to open it."
Upon seeing Sun Fei approaching, Shevchenko immediately rode up to him with a delighted expression.
"Refusing to open the door?" Sun Fei roared, "Why are you refusing to open the door?"
"It's said to be to prevent the Ajax army from taking advantage of the situation to pursue and breach the city..." Shevchenko explained with a helpless expression.
"That's utter nonsense!" Sun Fei was truly enraged. " The Ajax people are a thousand meters away from the city walls, and with me leading the charge to hold them back, how could the enemy have taken advantage of the situation to breach the city? How could you just let them run amok like that?"
After a few harsh words, His Majesty the King was somewhat displeased with Shevchenko's hesitation. However, seeing Shevchenko's embarrassed expression, Sun Fei paused and immediately understood. Shevchenko and his group were from minor noble families of a vassal state, while the city lord of Twin Flag City, Soroyev, was a hereditary nobleman appointed by the imperial family. In terms of status and position, he was several times higher than the high-ranking members of the vanguard legion. Naturally, he was still hesitant to act freely in the face of the so-called special envoy of the city lord Soroyev.
"Forget it, this matter isn't your fault." Sun Fei's expression softened somewhat.
He handed Ribery, who had finally succumbed to his injuries and collapsed, to several of the Saint beside him. Then, he said to Shevchenko, "Come with me to the city walls." After taking a few steps, he turned back to Shevchenko and said earnestly, "Remember, sometimes, as long as you're right, don't worry about so much. Just do what you believe is right. No matter what problems arise, I'll be there for you."
Shevchenko, feeling both ashamed and moved, nodded firmly.
The two quickly arrived at the city gate.
"How many times have I told you? Stop nagging! You can't enter the city. Just find a place to set up camp anywhere. What if the Ajax take advantage of the situation and storm the city once the city gates are open? Hurry up and leave! If you don't leave, one of my soldiers will fire arrows..." A hoarse voice shouted loudly from the city wall.
Sun Fei looked up.
But then they saw a man standing on the city wall, hunched over, with a sickly pale face, a small nose and small eyes, and an arrogant demeanor. Surrounded by a group of brightly armored warriors, he pointed at the crowd below and cursed them.
"My lord..." Upon seeing Sun Fei approach, the surrounding crowd quickly bowed.
Sun Fei waved his hand, his heart filled with murderous intent. Too lazy to explain to the people on the city wall, he simply raised his head and shouted, "Open the city gates within three breaths, or face the consequences!"
Sun Fei's shout was extremely loud and carried clearly upwards.
The person above was clearly taken aback, not expecting anyone to speak so rudely. They immediately erupted into a furious raucous barking, like a pack of jackals whose mates had been stolen during mating.
"How dare you! Who do you think you are, to be so arrogant?"
"A mere vassal King, considering your meritorious act of storming the camp just now, get out of here immediately, or you'll be sent to the Imperial Knights' Hall' Black Prison!"
"How dare you! Get out of here! I'm not opening the door today, what are you going to do about it?"
Downstairs Čech and the Heng and Ha Generals were furious and about to retaliate, but Sun Fei calmly waved his hand and ordered, "Order the entire army to prepare to enter the city."
The pale-faced, thin man and the group of richly dressed guards above were still shouting curses.
Three breaths passed in the blink of an eye.
Sun Fei's figure blurred as he activated his level 88 Barbarian skill [ Leap ]. In the blink of an eye, His Majesty the King had already soared up like a bird spreading its wings, instantly reaching the city gate.
tread.
Sun Fei, brimming with murderous intent, stepped onto the city wall.
The babbling geese suddenly saw a blood-soaked warrior appear before them, and like chickens being choked, they were rendered speechless.
The men instinctively took a few steps back. The pale-faced, thin man in the center, his face as white as if smeared with frost, his sparse black hair cascading over his shoulders, and his pale yellow eyes gave him an air of frailty yet extreme malice and ruthless arrogance. Glancing at the guards surrounding him, the thin man suddenly stepped forward, pointed at Sun Fei, and shouted, "Soldiers, who gave you permission to climb the city gate without authorization?"
Sun Fei ignored the group.
It was obvious that they had not participated in the siege that had just ended, judging from their intact armor and slicked-back hair. There wasn't even a speck of dust on the bright red tassels of their magnificent white and silver helmets.
"Open the city gates." Sun Fei's gaze stopped on several soldiers in the distance, their armor tattered and covered in blood. These were the warriors who had fought valiantly in the battle to defend the city, the soldiers who truly deserved respect.
The soldiers looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and finally a tall man stepped forward and shouted, "Open the city gates and let our brothers in!"
The sight of 6,000 reinforcements charging into the enemy lines and Sun Fei's previous heroic solo charge into the pass filled these soldiers with genuine admiration for the imperial expert before them. They practically idolized Sun Fei. These soldiers charging ahead had long since grown disgusted with the so-called city lord's envoy's attitude. Even an ordinary soldier understood what to do in this situation.
"Click click click..."
A soldier activated a mechanism on the city wall, which then triggered several special magic circles. Immediately, the sound of mechanisms turning could be heard, and the tightly closed city gates began to slowly open.
This scene immediately enraged the skinny city lord's envoy, whose face was ashen and powdered. Like a jackal whose tail had been stepped on, he screamed, his eyes red with rage. "You dare? You damned lowly soldier, who gave you permission to open the carriage door? Disobeying the city lord's orders, do you want to die? Men, kill him..."
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