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The Allied Barracks, who were under attack from the Zenit cavalry, seized this crucial moment of respite and launched a counterattack.
The scene in the sky and Gomi's maniacal laughter boosted the morale of the allied forces. However, the Sun Fei Zenit Empire's cavalry, though fierce, lacked skilled protection and was outnumbered, which made their raid more difficult and caused their casualties to gradually increase.
The main gate of Saint Petersburg, below the watchtower.
"Your Highness, something terrible has happened! King of Chambord has been killed in battle! Without his protection, those damned scum of the coalition will soon mount an effective counterattack. We are outnumbered! Quickly, order the cavalry to retreat!"
"Yes, Your Highness, we must act decisively! We have already achieved a good result today. If we let the cavalry continue their charge, we fear we will be wiped out!"
"The enemy outnumbers us, and our cavalry is almost unable to advance..."
The generals of the [ Iron-Blooded Camp ] were all filled with anger and sorrow, yet they were helpless, their hearts bleeding. Although their faction had always been hostile to King of Chambord, at this moment they were unusually united in their hatred of the enemy. They did not show any gloating, but instead maintained their ideals and were trying to persuade the God of War Arshavin to order the withdrawal of the cavalry.
At this moment, Arshavin's face also showed a rare look of struggle.
He stood before the city wall's battlements, his eyes fixed on the lingering red aftershocks of the explosion in the distance, trying to find something. His fingers gripped the city wall's stones tightly, his eyes flashing with intense light as he struggled with his thoughts. Finally, he slowly closed his eyes, his brows furrowing tightly as he began to ponder something.
In less than ten seconds, drops of bright red sweat appeared near Arshavin's temples.
This is due to intense thinking.
The generals around him were all trusted confidants who had followed Arshavin for decades. In every battle before, Arshavin had always commanded with composure, and the enemy had been wiped out with a smile. They had never seen the God of War struggle and be in such a dilemma before. For a moment, they dared not say anything more, for fear of affecting the God of War of War's judgment.
A minute felt like an eternity.
Finally, Arshavin opened his eyes.
His gaze had now become incredibly firm and peaceful.
"Order: Signal the cavalry to continue the charge. Regardless of casualties, disrupt the allied forces' deployment. Simultaneously, order the West Gate [ Thunder God's Whip ] Legion, North Gate [ Great Strength Corps ], East Gate [ Rolling Stone Corps ], and South Gate [ Blizzard Corps ] to immediately detach at least two-thirds of their elite troops, led by their respective legion commanders, and launch a full-scale assault on the allied camp. No delays are permitted. Disobeying this order will be considered treason. A full-scale attack is underway; success or failure hinges on this."
Arshavin issued the military orders in a methodical and deliberate manner, word by word.
"What?!" The trusted generals around him were all shocked.
They hadn't expected that, after intense deliberation, Crown Prince Arshavin would issue such a reckless order. If it weren't for the fact that such an order came directly from the mouth of an imperial God of War like Arshavin, they would have thought the person who made such a decision was a madman.
"Order! From the legion commander down to the grooms and cooks, the Iron-Blooded Camp, assemble within ten breaths! Don your armor and weapons and follow me out of the city to kill the enemy!" Arshavin was clearly determined to fight to the death, committing the entire empire's military force to the battle.
In the past, when he led his troops to issue orders, he rarely explained anything to the generals around him.
This time, unusually, he patted a young general on the shoulder, glanced at the others, and finally said—
"Have faith in King of Chambord!"
Should we trust King of Chambord?
If these words had come from the mouth of the First Prince Arshavin at a different time and place, they would have sounded ridiculous and awkward. But at this moment, to the ears of the Iron-Blooded Camp soldiers around him, they felt a sense of holiness and Glory. A dazzling radiance emanated from this short-statured imperial God of War.
In the grand scheme of things, everything is preordained.
Every sip and every bite is preordained.
As if in response to Arshavin's decision, his words had barely faded when suddenly, a series of deafening roars echoed from the distant sky, like the wrath of the heavens. The immense sound drowned out all other sounds on the battlefield, terrifying beyond measure.
Everyone was startled and looked up.
In the distance, the six Black Warship Dortmund, which looked down upon the earth like gods from heaven, suddenly began to shake violently. It was as if a terrifying, invisible giant hand was gripping them. The cyan magic shields that shimmered on the Black Warship quickly dimmed, and then, as if losing power, they began to sway and fall towards the ground.
"That's..." The generals of the Iron-Blooded Camp were overjoyed, their eyes filled with incredible surprise.
"It's Alexander, King of Chambord Alexander! Haha, it really is him!" Even Arshavin burst into laughter, a rare occurrence. This was the first time in history that the Imperial God of War had laughed so happily and excitedly when the name Alexander was mentioned.
Sure enough, the faint golden flame in the distance began to flicker again.
It was the power and radiance of King of Chambord [ One Fist Spanning the Heavens ].
King of Chambord Alexander is not dead!
At the Zenit Saint Petersburg Wall Party, an uncontrollable cheer suddenly erupted.
"Hahaha, good, excellent! Kill! Immediately issue my order: all troops attack!"
Arshavin roared, his voice booming. His body shimmered with golden Dou Qi as he leaped off the city wall like an eagle. Below, the fully equipped [ Iron-Blooded Camp ] soldiers had already prepared a warhorse for him. God of War mounted the horse and drew his sword with a clang.
The sword is raised high.
Ahead stood the massive steel city gate, creaking and groaning as it was lifted.
Behind them stretched the elite Zenit Iron-Blooded Camp like Black Torrent.
A breeze stirred, lifting the cloak of the Imperial God of War.
It also stirred her long, fiery red hair, making it look like a Leap, burning flame.
"We have never been superstitious about war, nor do we abhor the scars of swords. However, when forced to raise our fog, the valiant Zenit will never yield to power and violence. Now, the empire's hero, the invincible King of Chambord Alexander, has defeated the despicable invaders. Brave soldiers, follow me out of the imperial city and crush these vile invaders!"
The city gate opened, and a ray of bright light shone into the gatehouse.
Riding his horse and brandishing his sword, Prince Arshavin was the first to charge out.
Behind them, a surging Black Torrent stretched out.
Almost simultaneously, the four small Black Warship in front of the Dortmund ships lost their levitation power and began to wobble and plummet toward the ground.
A piercing alarm sounded, and a blinding red warning light flashed wildly on the Black Warship.
On the deck, Dortmund soldiers in yellow battle robes moved back and forth like ants. The loss of power in the Black Warship was not unfamiliar to these well-trained elite soldiers. At first, they worked hard to repair it in an orderly manner, using various manual machines while maintaining sufficient vigilance.
However, the Dortmund residents soon discovered that the four Black Warship were truly out of control and beyond repair.
Panic and fear immediately gripped the hearts of the Dortmund soldiers.
"What's going on?" On the bow of the first Black Warship warship, Gomi, the mythical prince of the Lyon Empire, frowned. His martial instincts told him that something was wrong. He was about to turn around and run away when his body suddenly froze. A familiar yet terrifying voice came from behind him.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, now I have time to kill you!"
Unbeknownst to anyone, Sun Fei had already appeared on the bow of the Black Warship warship, standing behind Gomi with a mocking smile on his face, but his eyes flashed with murderous intent, causing Prince Lyon's heart to sink little by little, as if he were in an ice cave, feeling the Summon of death.
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