In an instant, amidst the artillery fire, a chariot was accidentally struck on its wheel and broke down by the roadside.
The third line of defense was now close at hand, as the military flag crossed the trench, countless soldiers of the Holy Alliance erupted in a earth-shattering battle cry.
"Long spears forward, advance forward!"
The sky was already faintly showing hues of dawn, behind the mountains, the sun had not yet risen but its light had arrived.
Looking at the light in the sky, Konyaz leaned against a tree, unable to run anymore.
Blood was flowing from his chest, his right leg dragged on the ground, no longer able to bear his weight, he could only watch the chariot rumbling past.
Lost, still lost.
No matter how well our side performed, how prepared the opponent was, ultimately it was still a loss.
He raised his head, the light spilled on the red and black military flag, and the flag had proudly crossed the third line of defense.
