"In the face of strong enemies, fearlessness and bravery!"
Ulm raised the riding spear used during patrols, and the iris banner hanging from the spear's end fluttered in the wind, revealing a double-headed eagle about to take flight.
Losa bestowed upon them honor, titles, armor, weapons, and even endowed them with battle skills through miracles.
In their hearts, they deeply understood one thing: if not for Losa, they might still be mere farmer soldiers on some low wall.
"Protect the weak, be true to natural justice!"
The winged cavalry behind shouted in response.
"Winged cavalry, follow me!"
Ulm shouted loudly.
Otto looked at these sun-blackened faces with a complex expression, heads held high, as if before them was not the outcome of dying generously, but the imminent entrance onto a parade ground filled with cheers and glory.
He opened his mouth, wanting to speak but hesitated.
"Truly admirable knights."
