The foul wind blows, and the smell of rancid and erosive rises along the stone walls in the sunlight. Salty, fishy, mixed with a strong iron smell. It's like a bunch of salted fish that has been damp.

The corpses in the Starry Night Moon shouldn't have decomposed so quickly. Perhaps it was the fumigation of the oil and Molotov cocktail that melted the fat, which brought a foul smell and had some unwanted effects.

There is a good chance that these piles of rotting corpses will cause a plague in the near future.

But now, this kind of foresight is clearly outside the scope of the swordsman's thinking.

'Poof-'

Until the body of the axeman, sprayed with blood like a punctured water bag, fell from the city wall and landed on the pile of corpses at the bottom of the stone wall, with a soft and muffled sound. The fear and the sense of death that had almost completely drowned him like a rushing tide of darkness had receded slightly, allowing him to catch a breath.

It's just a little bit worse.

By the very least, the elite rebel hiding in the midst of the miscellaneous army was able to split his head in half from the middle. If it weren't for a sudden stray arrow that shattered the man's kneecap. Thus upsetting the balance of the rebels, Hadava is now back to his ancestors, enjoying the eternal roast and wine.

Phew! his barbecue and wine!

The centurion raised his arm and refused to be supported by the guards beside him. He clenched the hilt of his sword, which was soaked in blood, and roared like a bull.

"Stay in formation!"

"Drink!" the sword and shield men quickly lined up in two horizontal rows, striking their shields hard in response.

His time was very good, and at this moment a new wave of rebels climbed the ladder, and the first man appeared on the wall with a round shield. However, due to the terrain and the sunlight reflected by the blades, there will be a momentary delay in their movements.

Now is the time!

"Spear!"

The hands of the conscripted militia were faster than his voice. Perhaps because of the lack of training, many of the strong, strong militiamen would only poke forward with their eyes closed. Fortunately, the commander had anticipated this situation, and the ten-foot-long sharp wooden pole was enough to solve some of these problems.

The rest was the work of the sword and shield bearers, and each soldier in the regular army of the Legion had to kill at least one rebel compared to the spearmen who were too harassing to the effect.

A centurion, on the other hand, usually does four to five times as much work as a sword and shield hand.

He slammed a hapless ghost to the outside of the battlement wall with a shield strike, then stabbed a sword diagonally through the throat of another man.

Great, two have been solved now.

The third man was holding a one-handed axe. This guy who has crossed the wall is obviously not as easy to deal with as his previous character. Fortunately, Hadava's steel shield is a specially made high-end product, and a bevel of the shield surface that is camouflaged with a pattern is used to slide through this guy's axe. He stabbed the young man in the chest three times in a row.

He let out a soft breath. Taking a step back, he kicked the young man's body against the edge of the wall.

There was an exclamation from the bottom of the ladder, and the makeshift piece of wood fell and took another life.

The work went smoothly, which gave him a gap to catch his breath. The corners of his eyes swept over his array, and his mood could not be said to be joyful or sad.

Two were killed and five wounded. In the Battle of the Acropolis, such damage can only be described as minor.

However, this kind of battle that imposes the blade of the sword on the same kind. What's the point, exactly?

The shield's left hand was a little sore, and the steaming water condensed into a dark mass on the inner lining of the back armor. The centurion wiped a handful on his forehead, these reddish warm liquids always obstructed his vision.

But his steps remained steady, as the battle would continue.

'Switch——!' Hadava shouted. Under the command of the commander, the front and rear rows of sword and shield men quickly switched. On the battlefield, this is something that only a severely trained Imperial legionnaire is capable of. It can greatly extend the combat time of soldiers.

Hadava misses Lilith a little. If this guy who always likes to play missing was still there, he would be much easier now. Unfortunately, this guy has disappeared since last night, and he hasn't been found until now.

Where the hell did this guy go!? Didn't she know that there was discipline in the Legion!

Hadava gritted his teeth, he couldn't hold this news for too long, if he let the group of butchers from the Judge Advocate General's Department know, Lilith would have to shed her skin if she didn't die.

However, this is a long-term concern, not a near-term concern. The trouble now is that the Imperial Legion has dictated that the centurions must be on the front line from start to finish. And the centurion who was not assisted by an adjutant...... It's really a good persimmon.

It's just terrible. Especially under the objective condition that 'the probability of a centurion of a legion dying in battle is much higher than that of a small soldier'.

Hadava pursed his lips, but the sudden sharp sound of breaking through the air made him shiver violently. It was a two-hundred-pound boulder that had been hurled by the Stone Golem, and it almost grazed the towers at the edge of the outer walls.

'Boom!' The stone was blasted into a cloud of stone dust in the air by several fireballs.

Fortunately, the accuracy of these big guys is not good, otherwise the snow man would have suffered.

At this moment, Hadava suddenly felt a flustered heart...... This is a warning sign!

He subconsciously raised his sword to block in front of him. 'Bell-' The ground sounded, and the huge momentum almost made him unstable!

The opponent hit the underside of the short sword, which happened to be the weak point of the Legion's swordsmanship. However, rebels generally prefer to use brute force to deal with battle formations rather than using the same techniques to fight each other.

It is clear that this is a retired veteran of the regiment.

"Traitor!" a sudden surge of anger made Hadava's eyes red. "You have betrayed the Empire!"

"It was you who betrayed the skyrim, lackeys of Sirodil!" the centurion's enemies uttered a voice of disdain, and even faster than that was the Legion's swordsmanship that was even more spicy than Hadava!

This is a terrible situation, especially when the body is exhausted and the strength and heart are greatly reduced. If you're not careful, you're completely finished. Hadava could only let out a low roar, relying on his well-designed shield and slashing down in one fell swoop, trying to force the veteran off the wall in one fell swoop.

However, his opponent was cautious, and used careful footwork to dodge most of the centurion's sword slashes. At the same time, they are still waiting for the opportunity that is coming.

This opportunity is the moment when Hadava's sword is exhausted and his strength is restored!

Military Swordsmanship: Breaking the Shield!

The veteran's sword flicked outwards like a snake, and Hadava felt his left arm tremble. When he reacted, the steel shield that covered his body was lifted, revealing most of his chest, which was only protected by a layer of leather armor. And this protection is no different from a layer of tissue paper for a steel sword.

【Damn.】 】

Hadava's chest froze slightly, and his body did not retreat but advanced, and he actually forcibly took a step forward!

To retreat is to die.

If you enter, you will live.

The blades of steel pierced through the flesh, slicing through the tendons and tendons. The sword-wielding Stormcloak soldier's eyes were filled with despair. He knew very well that he had not only missed the opportunity to win the battle, but also the only chance to survive.

With a 'poof', the standard Imperial dagger pierced the veteran's throat along with his spine. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something. However, with the pull of the blade, the soldier's head fell off his neck and tumbled like a comical ball and fell to the wall.

……………………………………

The heavy smell of potion mixed with a faint smell of blood. Doctors in red robes, carrying small suitcases, were busy from bunk to bunk, occasionally letting out a suppressed cry or two, but it quickly subsided.

This is the wounded barracks, and today's battle is over.

"It's just a general penetrating injury, no quenching, no infection. It heals quickly. "The young doctor removed the rotten flesh at the edge of the wound. After applying the wound medicine, a thick layer of gauze soaked in wine was wrapped on the outside.

His duties ended there, and the rest was the work of the temple sacrifices.

"Thank you. ”

"That's what I'm supposed to do. ”

After a brief conversation, the doctor left Hadawa's position, where there were many wounded after him who needed to be treated.

Hadava narrowed his eyes slightly. Scenes of battles during the day flashed through his mind. He fought for a while after taking out the Legion veteran, until the last of the rebels' megalithic golems was broken by a ballista. The battle of the Acropolis came to an end with the magic energy projection of the wizards accompanying the army.

War.

War.

War in Skyrim.

The blood in his body is obviously all the blood of the Northland, but he has to fight for something he doesn't know what to do.

He couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "A bunch of crazy people." ”

"That's right, Stormcloak is a bunch of madmen. ”

Hadava opened his eyes, and a snowman guard with a gauze head wrapped in gauze on the bunk next to him was waving to him.

"I'm Canon, the captain of the guard in charge of the sixth section of the wall. Your sword is pretty good. He held out his hand, a friendly look on his face.

"Hadawa. ”

The two fists clashed lightly in the air.

"How's it going over there?" Hadava asked casually, retracting his arm.

"It's okay. The boys are doing a pretty good job. It's just that those who play with toothpicks are too much of a hindrance. ”

"Playing with toothpicks...... Hey, indeed. Hadava laughed dumbly. It is true that the militia is not very powerful, but it is also a force because of its numbers. At least it can give the soldiers who are standing in the front a little security.

"Well, as long as they don't stab the wrong person. Hadava sighed and said, "I really don't understand, it's all Nords, and everyone on the Storm Cloak is not afraid of death." On our side, there are a lot of soft-footed shrimp. Below the city walls are all heroes, but as soon as you stand on the walls, you will only tremble. ”

"Who's to say it isn't. After all, Xueman's good days have been too long, and too many Nords have become accustomed to pinching coins in their hands, and the proud fighting will of their ancestors is not even comparable to those outsiders. Kanon pointed to the other side of the camp with his chin. "Do you see that Sirodil over there? His name is Joshua, a mercenary captain hired by a small family, and today he and his group of Red Guards cut off the heads of at least sixty rebels at the First Wall. Even Lord Skotsuki of the Circle was full of praise for him. ”

"Oh, that's a capable one. Hadava looked in the direction Kanon had pointed out, and met the sight of the man with the moustache on his mouth. The latter then smiled and nodded, and looked quite aristocratic.

Hadava bowed to him as well, and then looked away. "It's a snake with teeth." It's no wonder that they were able to hold the first section of the city wall at the height of the fighting. This person should be quite famous in Xueman. ”

"Not really. I hadn't heard of this person before. He must have only been here for a short time before he was hired by a nobleman named Ahron. Kanon said with some envy, "He should soon be invited to a meal in Yuevaskari, and his comrades have always favored these powerful warriors. And he's been getting close to the people of the Ring lately. ”

"What do you want to do so much?" Hadava clenched his left fist and let go. Repeated several times. "We'll have to deal with those Stormcloak maniacs first. ”

"You're right. Kanon agreed, "I'll introduce a few more friends to you later, and then I'll have a look on the battlefield." ”

Hadava nodded. At this moment, a sudden noise was heard from the end of the camp. http://www.biquge.info

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