BXBX NOVEL Chapter 151: Belief and Glory
Chapter 151: Belief and Glory
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Another 15 days passed.
On the 39th day of the game Beta.
War broke out at the Rhine River.
The Iron Nation deployed a splendid battle formation. The field marshal, Kainor, personally led the army, and the four legion commanders were all epic experts with civilian backgrounds. Not only were they very strong, but their hunger for battle was also much stronger than some aristocrats.
They were soldiers who had climbed up using their strengths and military achievements.
Goethe Nasis had given them a chance!
The four legion commanders could choose to carry glory... or return their lives to Goethe.
On the other hand, the king of the Black Lava Nation, Nedrick Blackstone, had gotten rid of all his obstacles. All the aristocrats in the nation had submitted themselves to him. He had finally become the proper king!
But he did not give the authority to command to any outsiders. Instead, he passed all the authority to Violent Dragon, who was stationed at the borders in the long run. In addition, he also allowed the royal swordplay teacher, Sword Sage Baptiste, to follow the troops.
On just the first day of the war,
Both sides each had destroyed two vanguard legions. Along the river to the south, over 13 thousand corpses could be seen floating. After they passed through the Rainbow River, they continued floating towards the ocean.
On the same day,
The Black Lava Nation had killed two legion commanders from the Iron Nation. In return, their Sword Sage Baptiste’s right arm had been broken. But they successfully obtained the rights over the Rhine Bridge.
The players from both sides did not participate in the war.
The nation did not allow them to participate.
On the narrow Rhine Bridge, the chosen ones were not suitable for combat as they had low combat power. Even the weaker legions did not have the opportunity to participate.
All the legions who were allowed to join the war consisted of middle level professionals who were experienced. They were very powerful.
The players discussed on the Gods forum.
They did not participate in the war, but many people still followed its progression. Furthermore, there were live broadcasts.
Two legendary and 13 epic NPCs appeared on the battlefield.
The cruelty of war far exceeded what the players had expected.
The Rhine River was completely dyed in red, and blood had seeped through the bridge. Body parts were strewn everywhere. It did not look like a war. It seemed like a scene straight from purgatory...
The soldiers could only step on the corpses of their comrades and charge forward. No unnecessary actions were allowed...
Forward.
Forward.
Continue forward!
Wherever the flag is, point your blade at it!
The players realized that when the NPCs fought for glory, their beliefs, and for their nation, they would show strong willpower and strength.
No soldier was afraid of death. Every warrior would die a worthy death.
They drew their swords!
Shouts!
Roars!
They would not retreat!
All for an inch of the bridge!
All to move forward by one step!
All to achieve victory in war!
There was no justice and good or evil in a real war. There were only the orders from the king, and the flag that was being raised in front of them!
The victors would be king.
The losers would become bandits.
This was the essence of war.
The verbal war on the forum suddenly slowed down. The Chinese forum was split into three groups: Dawn, Iron, and Black Lava.
They did not scold others in their respective threads. Instead, they started to discuss the war.
Many players showed off their knowledge and listed classic wars in ancient history. They presented plans to the NPCs. However, it was a pity that they could not chip in. Even if they presented these military tactics, no one paid any attention to them.
As for the players from the Dawn Mercenary Team, besides discussing military tactics, they were curious about when the Dawn Mercenary Team would set off!
Those who liked to fight would not be willing to miss out on this fight.
At the ferry crossing of the Rhine River.
Violent Dragon was sitting on a large stone. He looked at the workers, who were building a defense. He started to space out.
He had been scolded.
His family elders had reprimanded him.
He could even feel the saliva in the magic scroll...
His endowment was very outstanding, but the heir who could inherit the endowment had died. His corpse was not even left behind.
He did not explain. It was his order to push all the corpses that were in the way into the Rhine River. It was necessary!
The movement of the army could not be blocked by the corpses of their comrades.
Furthermore, the commander of the Iron Nation had issued the same command. Besides, the corpses had flown downstream and could not be found even if someone wanted to.
Violent Dragon wanted to laugh at the current system in the Iron Nation.
Overthrow the aristocrats?
For freedom?
Was it possible that freedom was the reason behind the war?
What did the freedom of your nation have to do with the Black Lava Nation?
“What about the aristocrats? I am an aristocrat. My nephew is also an aristocrat. Out of my soldiers who have died in battle, 1532 of them are aristocrats!” Violent Dragon’s eyes turned red. He clenched his fist tightly.
“They were all young knights, Barons, and viscounts. Perhaps, they were here to earn experience. Perhaps, they wanted to obtain military achievement. Perhaps they only wanted to improve their position...”
“But they had never retreated. They lived up to their names as aristocrats!”
Violent Dragon looked up. He could not say anything.
To others, he was a large and crude man, a field marshal who was never afraid. He could not cry.
He still remembered.
Back then, when the legions had gathered, he had never said which legion would be the vanguard.
But the legion with the most aristocrats.
The Violent Dragon legion that belonged to him.
All the soldiers almost immediately stepped up. They proudly raised their weapons and walked to the front.
They showed off their strength.
They showed off their excellent equipment proudly.
They caused the other three legions to step back.
Perhaps it was for military achievements.
Perhaps it was for their home behind them.
Perhaps it was for their own position.
But Violent Dragon knew.
The Violent Dragon legion had been annihilated for him...
No legion commander did not want to preserve their own legion. There was not a legion commander who did not like their soldiers...
But every single soldier in the Violent Dragon knew that dying in battle was not scary. It was scary to retreat. It was scary to not dare to face their enemy and draw their swords!
It was even more scary if poor civilians laughed at the aristocrat soldiers...
They were afraid that other aristocrats would laugh at their legion commander. They were afraid that the aristocrats would laugh at the Violent Dragon legion that was cowardly.
Violent Dragon did not find any corpses from his legion.
He could only personally carve out glory badges for each of them. He hoped to personally deliver the badges to their aristocrat families after the war.
Their sons had used their lives to earn this. This was their belief and glory!
If he died in combat.
The next commander would personally do so.
If his successor died.
And the following successor died.
The King would personally deliver it to their families.
Violent Dragon slowly stood up. The top expert in the nation, Sword Sage Baptiste, his right arm had been broken. It was the arm that he used to hold his sword. His combat power had been halved. It was not a surprise that he would be able to join the army and take part in the battle for some time. Furthermore, there were more peak experts in the Iron Nation. The future battles would be more difficult.
He slowly turned to look at the south.
He had received information.
The lord of the City of Dawn would use his identity as the leader of the Dawn Mercenary Team to provide support.
At the same time, he was also bringing 60 thousand chosen ones who were mercenary soldiers.
Violent Dragon did not think highly of the chosen ones, who only had beginner level combat power. With 100 beginner level soldiers, as long as he trained them well, he would kill 100 chosen ones over and over again without any harm!
He was curious what miracle William would be able to pull off with the power of these chosen ones. Had he made them powerful, and if so, what did it cost?
Violent Dragon knew that in the face of an actual elite legion, the current chosen ones would not even stand a chance.
Violent Dragon looked at his fist, which was full of sword marks. Suddenly, he laughed...
He muttered, “Who knows? Are the swords of the Iron Nation experts sharper, or is my fist harder?”
There was no justice and evil in war.
Everything was according to the intentions of the king and the direction of the flag.
The victors would be king, and the losers would become bandits.