I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 369 A small victory

Farana stood on the battlefield where the smoke had not yet dissipated, her eyes slowly swept over the wounded on the ground, her heart filled with conflicting emotions, like a seasoning bottle overturned, bitterness, anger, and helplessness intertwined. These people in front of her were once participants in this turmoil. Their choices indirectly led to their country being annexed by the Ottoman Empire and falling into the current broken situation. Although all-out resistance may still be unable to escape the fate of being annexed, there is a world of difference between fighting and surrendering without a fight, which is the difference between dignity and cowardice.

What made Fayana even more angry was that these people were so ignorant and short-sighted. They wanted to govern themselves, which was understandable, but they actually colluded with outsiders and wielded the butcher knife against their own country and compatriots. Looking at these wounded, Fayana was full of resistance and really didn't want to lend a helping hand to them.

"Save your own people first, Grand Duke Hilma." Farana took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She knew that in this chaotic situation, being willful would only make the situation worse. Although she could not ignore the injured, she had to make a trade-off in the order of saving people. Every medical resource was extremely precious and must be used to the best of her ability to protect the lives of herself and those around her. In this difficult decision, she seemed to hear the fierce battle between her inner morality and reality, and every thought was pulling at her soul.

Every life is precious, no matter friend or foe, this is the deepest cognition in Farana's heart. She struggles on the scale of morality and reality, and the cruel scenes of war emerge involuntarily in her mind: crying children in the ruins, people who have lost their loved ones, and devastated towns.

The cruelty and helplessness of war made her sigh deeply, and she also felt sad about people's loss of power and interests. These thoughts were like keys that opened the door to her exploration of human nature, allowing her to have a deeper understanding of human nature and strengthen her belief in justice and hope.

In this tense and depressing moment, Matthews walked slowly to Princess Farah with heavy steps. He lowered his head, his face full of guilt, and he dared not look Farah in the eye. His voice was full of regret: "Princess Farah, we were really wrong. We trusted others too much and shouldn't have placed all our hopes on others. It was really foolish."

Fayana raised her head, her eyes were firm and full of power, like the brightest star in the night sky. She looked at Matthews and said gently but forcefully: "No, it's not your fault. Those betrayers have evil intentions, spreading rumors everywhere, misleading people, and are not enterprising, but only thinking about personal gain. True happiness is always in our own hands. We have to fight and strive with our own hands, instead of relying on others' charity. Believe me, as long as we work together, we will definitely move towards a brilliant future."

At this moment, a soft white light suddenly appeared behind Fayana. The light was pure and warm, like the warm sunshine in spring, and instantly attracted everyone's attention. This was a sacred light, a healing light, and the source of the light was Darwin's apprentice Jones.

Today, Jones's healing magic has almost reached the pinnacle in the eyes of outsiders. Although she is still slightly inferior to Alpha, unlike Alpha who has stood still, Jones has never stopped moving forward, studying hard day and night, and her magic attainments are improving day by day.

Feeling this sacred magic of light, the ignorant people around them instantly fell into a frenzy. They stared with eyes wide open, full of awe and shock, and fell to their knees, regarding this light as a miracle. They put their hands together, prayed devoutly, and muttered to themselves, begging for forgiveness from the gods and the princess, and vowed to be loyal from now on.

Fayana looked at the scene with mixed feelings. Finally, she took a deep breath and made up her mind to do her best to rescue everyone in need. She firmly believed that life is equal, and no matter what nationality or identity, every life deserves respect and care. This is not only out of humanitarian instinct, but also her responsibility and mission as a princess, and her deep love for this land and people.

Farana understands that the power of one person is limited, just like a drop of water, which can hardly stir up a storm, but when the power of everyone is gathered together, it can become a mighty river, unstoppable. She believes that as long as everyone can give a little love, this world shrouded in the haze of war will eventually usher in light and hope.

Of course, love alone is far from enough. If you want to change the world, you must have strong strength as a backing, and you must have your own "fist" and "sword". Alpha is undoubtedly Farana's sharpest sword, the most solid shield, and her strongest knight. With the tacit cooperation of the two, step by step, they will slowly change this country that has experienced vicissitudes and bring it back to life.

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Tasri stood at the edge of the battlefield, her eyes fixed on the fleeing enemies, her brows furrowed, her inner anxiety surging like a tide. The whistling wind passed by her ears, carrying the lingering smell of gunpowder on the battlefield, pungent and strong. She looked up and saw that her own pursuit troops only had a thousand people, which seemed so thin in this empty battlefield. Compared with the number of fleeing enemies, it was really dwarfed. The huge difference in troop strength made her feel uneasy.

"Lord Alpha, the enemies are fleeing in different places. What should we do now?" There was a hint of urgency in Tasli's voice. She turned to look at Alpha, her eyes full of desire for guidance.

In fact, the 3,000 cavalrymen who arrived later were just a false illusion carefully planned by Alpha. In this thrilling battlefield game, Alpha, with his extraordinary wisdom and courage, divided the 1,000 cavalrymen into three groups, each with only 300 to 400 people. However, he cleverly used the terrain, the arrangement of flags, and the fast movement tactics to successfully create a huge scale of a thousand-man knight group. The neat formation and the deafening shouts of killing actually scared away the enemy, making the enemy mistakenly believe that they had encountered a powerful reinforcement.

Alpha had a resolute face, and his features looked particularly stern in the sunlight. His eyes revealed an innate confidence and composure, as if the fleeing enemies before him were simply not worthy of his attention and could hardly become his real opponents.

After a brief thought, Alpha decisively gave the order. His voice was low but very penetrating, and it was clearly transmitted to everyone in the wind: "Tasli, Quinte, you each lead 300 knights to chase the largest group of enemies. After chasing for ten kilometers, no matter what the results are, return immediately. The rest of the people will return with me." Every word was decisive and unquestionable.

It turned out that behind this tense situation, Alpha received a crucial piece of news: the Ottoman Empire's army had left Greece, while the Maritime Alliance sent troops to Greece. This sudden change in the situation was like a heavy bomb, stirring up a thousand waves in Alpha's heart, making him keenly aware of the huge crisis. After Fayana left, the responsibility on his shoulders became heavier. In order to cope with the challenges that might arise at any time, he had to lead the Wind Knights immediately and rush here without stopping.

Alpha knew that time was running out and every minute and every second was as precious as gold. He stood there, his eyes sharp, quickly analyzing the situation between the enemy and us, and various strategies flashed through his mind. He understood that the departure of the Ottoman Empire was no accident. This might mean that new forces were about to intervene and a more complicated power struggle was about to begin. And they had to be fully prepared in this ever-changing situation. If they were not careful, they might fall into an abyss from which there was no return.

During the pursuit, Tasri and Quintai were like two sharp swords, showing their outstanding fighting qualities. They rode on their vigorous war horses, charging at the front of the team, leading the knights to chase bravely like the wind. The sound of horse hooves shook the earth slightly, and the dust raised formed a hazy smoke behind them. Their morale was high, and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe. Every charge was accompanied by an indomitable momentum; every swing of the sword was full of desire for victory.

However, Alpha was also very clear that the pursuit should not be too deep. Although the enemy seemed to be fleeing in panic, there was no guarantee that they would not set traps. If he rashly went too deep, he would likely fall into the enemy's encirclement, putting himself and his soldiers in a desperate situation. Therefore, he set a pursuit distance of ten kilometers in advance. This was a cautious decision he made after weighing the pros and cons.

When the pursuit distance reached 10 kilometers, Tasli and Quintey did not hesitate to follow Alpha's instructions and led the knights to quickly turn back. Their actions were quick and neat, and the mission was completed very well. During the pursuit, they not only put a certain amount of pressure on the enemy, causing the enemy to panic, but also relied on their keen observation to successfully collect important intelligence, providing key information support for subsequent operations.

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In the temporary tent filled with tension and oppression, the flickering candlelight stretched the figures of the two people. When Farana saw Alpha step into the tent, endless grievances surged in her eyes. Like a frightened deer that found support, she quickly stepped forward and gently leaned into Alpha's broad and warm arms. Her body trembled slightly, and her beautiful face was full of grievances. Tears rolled in her eyes, and the mist blurred her bright eyes, as if silently questioning what she had done wrong to fall into such a thrilling situation.

"Lord Alpha, why are you here?" Farana's voice was choked with sobs. It was the relief of surviving the disaster, and also the deep dependence on the person in front of her.

"You don't even know where you went wrong? It seems like I really can't let you go out alone anymore." Alpha looked at Farah in his arms, his eyes full of mixed emotions, heartache and anger. His hand unconsciously raised and slapped her butt hard, as if to deeply engrave this lesson in her heart, so that she would always remember the danger of today.

Alpha thought to himself that Fayana was usually very smart and very cautious, but this time when she was on the front line, she was like a different person, so impulsive that she actually charged into the front line herself. That was a battlefield full of dangers, with swords flashing and swords flying, and life and death on the line. Even Alpha, who had experienced many battles and was highly skilled in martial arts, rarely tried such a dangerous move. He knew in his heart that on the battlefield, the commander had the responsibility of coordinating the overall situation, and it was the right way to sit in the center of the army and command with confidence, rather than going out personally and being in a life-and-death battle.

"Your mistake is that you shouldn't go into battle and kill the enemy yourself." Alpha restrained the gentleness on his face, his expression became serious, and his tone was filled with unquestionable majesty, "As a commander, you should command the battle in the rear. I will let Tasli take over the army later, and you will be mainly responsible for administrative management." After saying that, he gently kissed Fayana's eyes that were about to shed tears, trying to calm her nervous and aggrieved emotions.

"Report, Grand Duke Hilma wants to see you." Just as Alpha wanted to comfort Farana further, a soldier's respectful report came from outside the tent. Alpha was originally thinking about how to comfort his beloved, but at this moment, he had to put this thought aside for the time being, after all, Grand Duke Hilma's arrival must have brought important things.

"Lord Alpha, I know I was wrong. Let's go see Grand Duke Hilma first." Farana took a deep breath and struggled to break free from Alpha's arms. She quickly raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and tidied up her slightly messy clothes and appearance. In an instant, she regained her calm and wise appearance, completely different from the pitiful and aggrieved her just now. Her firm eyes and calm posture made it hard to imagine that she was just seeking comfort in her lover's arms.

"Notify Tasli and her team immediately. We need to discuss the next military deployment and action plan together." Alpha's expression was solemn, his eyes firm and deep. He knew very well that the current situation was like the calm before the storm. It seemed peaceful, but in fact it was turbulent and extremely serious.

Each subsequent decision will be a critical turning point for the entire operation. If one step is wrong, the whole game may be lost. They must unite closely, like a clenched fist, gather the strength of everyone, give full play to everyone's wisdom and ability, work together, and formulate an accurate and correct strategic plan to ensure that the operation can proceed smoothly and move towards victory.

Alpha knows that victory in war is never easily achieved by relying solely on strong military force. What is more critical is the correctness of strategy and the efficiency of execution. They need to calm down and comprehensively and carefully analyze the strengths and weaknesses of both sides, consider all possible situations and variables on the battlefield, and develop multiple response plans to be prepared for any eventuality.

At the same time, they must fully mobilize resources from all aspects to ensure a steady supply of logistics and timely and accurate intelligence support. Only in this way can they take the initiative in this cruel war and win the final victory.