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Hongfeng Town, a small town only a hundred miles away from Roosendal, has long been surrounded by stone piles and earth stacks, surrounded by dead stones, not revealing a drop of water, like a reef standing in a storm, let the sea wash without moving.

Gary Perrin has been blocked here for half a month, looking at the royal capital of Fran from afar, only one step away from them, as if within reach, but he was tripped by this small red maple town, Gary couldn't stop being annoyed and anxious.

He now misses his resourceful little brother Moses, who is only 14 years old, but Gary is confident that if Moses were here, he would have come up with a brilliant way to take the town on his own.

Unfortunately, he was taken north by his eldest brother to attack White Lake City, and in order to prevent him from falling into the situation of being attacked on his back, in the end, the Grand Duke of Perrin decided to divide his troops into two routes, and the eldest son Gwen took Moxi to attack the northeast border of Prince Lefebler.

In the middle, Gary led the troops to attack, and the Grand Duke of Perrin also specially instructed him to fight if he could fight down, and if he couldn't beat it, he would let it go first, and wait for Gwen to sweep the northeast and attack Rosendaal with him.

The father and the third brother Enrique stayed in the rear, coordinating the distribution of resources such as logistics and supplies and the transfer of people.

This plan seems to be perfect, because until now there has been no force that can resist them in the entire Flange battlefield, and as for the "cornerstone of the kingdom" Marquis Bedwell, who is feared by everyone, he has never appeared.

Gary was still a little unconvinced, he didn't think he would definitely lose to Bedwell, as the most brave and warlike second son of the four brothers, Gary was very confident in his ability.

Even thought about taking Rosendaal into his hands before the eldest brother and the younger brother conquered White Lake City, and then the father and brothers would definitely be surprised and even more admired by themselves.

But at this moment, he was blocked outside a small red maple town, all illusions disappeared, and the onslaught was ineffective for half a month, and it was impossible for him to attack the enemy's royal capital, but he left such a wedge behind him.

Papa Perrin had already written to him, telling him that he didn't need to storm and that he would just wait for Gwen to defeat Prince Lefebble, and then go south to join him in his army.

It sounds like the war is going very well with the eldest brother, and Gary is naturally very happy about it, but considering that the eldest brother is already good at commanding, and the younger brother is a think tank, it is not surprising that he can sweep away Refeble.

But while he was happy for his brother, he also aroused the unwillingness in Gary's heart, and it was not the knights of Bedwell, but just a nameless town, but his army was held back here.

Even though the Grand Duke told him that it was enough to maintain the status quo, Gary, who never gave in and was unwilling to admit defeat, was still very eager to take the town, even if it was to wash away his humiliation.

In his opinion, it is a great shame to be blocked here.

"Sir Gaylan—" Gary shouted to a stout old knight sitting below in the tent.

"Are the losses of the troops serious?"

The old man's eyes flashed, not like an old man, but like a young man in the prime of life, he was covered in bulging muscles, he was dressed in plate armor, his raptor-like visor helmet was taken off and put aside, and his right hand held the long sword at his waist, and anyone could see that this was an old knight who had been active on the battlefield all year round, baptized by blood and fire.

"We have about twenty thousand men—" His voice was as loud as thunder, and Gary liked to hear Sir Garyn speak the most, for it always gave him an inexplicable exertion, as if he had suddenly found an oasis in the desert after a tired walk.

"Assemble - we'll attack again. Gary took his helmet from the low table in front of him and flicked his cloak and stood up.

"Yes—" replied Sir Garin, who was nicknamed the Red Kite, and was a very famous warrior in the Northwest, and who had a fiery temper in his youth, and who dueled everywhere, and was later said to have been defeated at the hands of the young Grand Duke Perran.

Since then, he has faithfully followed the Grand Duke, whether it is against the Obotan Empire in the north, or against the mountain barbarians, Sir Gaelan is a leading role, large and small wars, almost undefeated, and among the nobles in the northwest, he is also one of the best existences.

At the same time, he was also Gary's earliest martial arts teacher, so even the second son of the Grand Duke did not dare to disrespect him in the slightest.

The nobles behind him also responded one after another, followed the two out of the big tent together, and gathered their men.

At the same time, about six hundred meters away from the barracks, which happened to be the limit of the bows and arrows of the two armies, on the battlements made of earth, stone, grass and trees in Red Maple Town, the mayor of the town, Ram, was standing on it, looking at the army outside with trepidation.

His fat face was full of horror, and he timidly turned his head to look at the young man behind him, opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly fell silent, and finally did not say anything.

But the red-haired young man who was standing behind him and was also watching the enemy formation intently spoke:

"Mayor Ram, don't think about surrendering, if you do, you know we're going to kill your wife and children first, right?"

The young man's eyes were thin and long, like a little fox, and he squinted at the fat mayor in front of him, and his voice was soft and soft, not like a threat, but like he was saying something comforting.

"Pintos ......" looked at the former mayor's secretary, and the fat mayor Ram had nothing to say, he could only say in a pitiful and pleading tone:

"Don't ...... I don't surrender...... Don't ......."

But halfway through the sentence, Pintos, the red-haired young man, turned around and said to a soldier in variegated leather armor beside him:

"Go and call Captain Elkina, the enemy has moved, I'm afraid I'm going to attack again. The soldier answered, and Pintos led Ram down the battlements.

"Come on - this is your final attack, Rosendahl's reinforcements are coming, as long as I hold on to this last attack, I will succeed!"

There was a slight frenzy in his eyes, and most people probably maintained an attitude of disgust and pain towards the war, but Pintos was very excited about the outbreak of this war, and even thrilled to be able to fight Red Maple.

"This is my only chance to get out of mediocrity and step into the upper echelons - I'm going to hold on to it!" Pintos, his eyes narrowed, and Pintos walked slowly down the streets of the martial law town, watching the militia patrolling everywhere and the truckloads of unidentified objects that were constantly being transported to this side.

His eyes were getting more and more crooked, and finally narrowed into a crescent moon, and Fat Mayor Ram looked at Pintos's slightly trembling shoulders, and he knew that it wasn't because of fear or nervousness, but that the guy was laughing.

And every time he laughs like this, the enemies outside the city will suffer greatly.