Chapter 203: Knights of Orthodoxy

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Chapter 203: Knights of Orthodoxy

That we may fail in this battle. And it makes my blood go cold. If any of you have doubts about this, you are free to turn around and go back, I will not stop you or commend you on this.

We are about to fight the bastards that killed our closest and dearest ones and they do not know the word surrender and give up; they will kill you all if you falter for a second.

So those that don't feel like it steps forward and I will send you home and forget about this all, you will not be judge by anyone, this is the royal decree of the last Emperor."

Lazar spoke with a hard cold and clear voice that was heard by the whole army that stopped their talks to hear a veteran who was respected by all three sides of the Faction.

A Veteran that even those who didn't come from his own homeland heard and some extremely lucky ones had a chance to see on the field of battle.

And see the man's prowess in the art of war. He wasn't picked to be the leader of the Elite Regiment just because of his status during his life, he was picked because of his battle prowess and cunning abilities.

And his men glared hard at Lazar at this insult to their Warrior Code of Red Dragon and their Holly vow to defend their homeland, Lazar couldn't help but smile as he knew one thing about the regiment that he leads. They were bloody bastards, all of them, him included, that would rather fight alone on the battlefield against 10 armies then have anyone else fight in there stead while they enjoy good meal and a few shoots of Rakia and Wine, they were the elite of the elite for fuck sake, the best solders that any faction would hold back to keep them for the worst situation.

But to them what was the point of being an Elite if you are sitting on your butt the whole day?

They were born, raised and trained to fight like warriors, their DNK damned that they fight against anyone that threatened to claim their lands, and their blood and soul roared at them, that anyone foolish enough to try to enslave their people take their homes would pay with their own blood as it is a way of the warrior.

They were the famed "Knights of the Orthodoxy" a regiment that even after the fall of the southern Realm went to fight with their brothers on the East and West and help them in their troubled times, earning them the fame and respect from others while instilling fear into their enemies.

But everyone knew that when they declare that they will take to the field there was nothing that can be said or done to prevent that from happening.

Even Lord Vido once tried to prevent them from going, but it turned to be a big mistake as they all declared that if he wished to stop them he would need to defeat each and everyone from the regiment in an honorable duel or to kill them all outright.

And even Vido was not that confident to beat all of them and he refused to kill his men, he loved every one of his soldiers and subjects like his own blood, he would be damned to kill the men that were like his own sons to him, but as it turned out it was like the regiment had a six sense as they later reported that they engaged a division of Spahia an elite Ottoman Empire cavalry that was doing great damage to the infantry.

The battle was a victory for the Slavic forces and the destruction of the Spahia was a large bonus to the morale for the nations of the south.

Since then, no one questioned when they chose to go to the field of battle and even send reinforcements to help them.

So Lazar felt great relief when he told Milos to send his unit to combat and that he will see to it that the battle if not won quickly will last long enough for the 1st, 2nd and 4th armies of the Slavic Faction to join the fray and deliver the death blow.

Milos agreed instantly as he knew his how his Lord, when they were still mortals thought and he fully agreed.

Lazar knew that he would be at mercy of his troops hard and few choice words that would be harder than a hit to the face or any other injury if he didn't agree to their silent but louder than a roar of a Dragon request, to take their bloody vengeance on those fuckers that managed to tarnish their honor, and Lazar was with them in wanting to rip them apart 100%.

He had no problem of having a brawl with his men, honestly, he preferred it over the words but he knew his men and their bloody 'INAT' that even he had in spares.

It was something that was like a blessing and a curse, that Inat was so high in the realm of the South that it proved to be extremely beneficial in war times but a damn curse in peace.

"Now I know you all, and I know that you all have a few 'nice and warm' words for me for telling you this.

But seeing you like this and being surrounded by this magnificent host, led by our own Empress of the Red Dragon with the current Red Dragon Emperor, I can tell you this, all of you who held your vows to me are of this day forward finish, our vows were never to a leader it was always for those who can't fight or are unable to fight. So set your heart, steal your nerves, and ready your body and soul.

From today onwards, we don't fight for Emperor, King, Duke or any other man or title, Even for our Gods, we don't fight for them we fight for what is behind us, our homes, our farms, our land, our old, our women, our children!