Outside the Duke of Gilant's castle, the regular army of the Arrant family continued to storm the castle.

"Lord Faimon, this is the fifth time that the other party has attacked with all his strength, what the hell is going on with these people? They look a little ...... It's terrifying. "On the walls of the castle interior, a soldier is giving a report to Femon.

Faemon looked out of the castle, where there was a protective barrier on the outside of the fortified walls to defend against attacks.

Just a few days ago, Ron sent a runemaster to the Duke's castle through a secret passage in the underground arena of Fordshire. Since the passage is only a one-way transmission, it can only send people in, not let people leave.

The runemaster placed Ron's improved defensive circle on the outside of the castle, and suddenly made a qualitative change in the castle's defenses.

But where did Fei Meng think that these soldiers of the Arrant family didn't know what was going on, starting from the explosion in the county just now, as if they were crazy, and attacking the castle without their lives was completely a suicidal attack.

Many of the infantry had not retreated after a wave, and the troops behind had already followed. Some of the slower-moving soldiers were pushed back onto the barrier by the soldiers who rushed up from behind, waves of force running back and forth over those people. Almost half of the soldiers died at the hands of their own people.

Although the defensive barrier outside the castle has been greatly improved, it is not foolproof. These soldiers seem to be tirelessly attacking the barrier, almost filling the gap in strength with their lives.

From just now to now, in just half an hour, the soldiers of the Arrant family have killed nearly 500 people in the process of attacking the barrier, and this is still based on the fact that Faimon did not order a counterattack.

Looking at the waves of Arrant soldiers, Fermon clenched his fists and said to the herald beside him: "After the first barrier is broken, all the archers are on standby at the city wall, and when the enemy rushes under the wall of the inner city, I will let them lose another half of their troops!"

"Yes!"

Curris was standing at Faemon's side at the moment, and he knew very well how empty the forces of Gilant Castle were now. Gilant Castle is actually a city, many servants have multiplied here, have their own families, have their own children, and have multiplied from generation to generation, and there are nearly 100 households in the inner and outer cities of the castle combined. Before the siege of the city, Femont arranged all the old and weak women and children to be compared

Take refuge in a safe place, while the rest of the people take up weapons and strengthen their training, and if they can have more strength, they will have a better chance of winning.

But even so, there are more than 200 people in total who can really fight with weapons, including all the minions. If the enemy's forces are killed or wounded to a certain extent before the hand-to-hand engagement, this city will never be able to be defended.

In the sky, a light purple light mask shook for a while, as if it had held on to the limit, and finally only a click was heard, and the light mask exploded and turned into a little starlight and scattered.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Even standing at the head of the inner city, Faimon could still clearly hear the roar coming from outside the outer city walls.

The soldiers of the Arrant brandished their weapons and rushed towards the inner walls of the castle as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

The walls of the inner city were about ten meters high, and the soldiers carried ladders to the top of the city.

A soldier in silver armor on the city wall sits in a wheelchair, and this person is Hillman, who was seriously wounded earlier. He stared at the Arrant soldiers who were getting closer and closer, and shouted loudly, "Shoot the arrows!"

More than 60 people on the city wall were all armed with arrows and bows, and a neat wave of arrows rained down on the Arrant soldiers below.

"Don't stop! Go on!" Hillman's voice echoed across the walls. And those soldiers are constantly raining out a ** rain of arrows.

After three waves of arrows, the first Arrant soldiers who rushed up were almost completely killed and wounded. But the soldiers in the rear did not seem to be affected in the slightest in terms of momentum, and then rushed forward again.

Seeing this, the archers did not dare to slack off, and did not care about resting at all, so they continued to attack the soldiers below.

Sharp arrows, mixed with the sound of breaking through the sky, accurately hit the enemies who rushed up one by one.

It's just that bending the bow and archery seems to be normal, but it also takes a long time to hone to play an efficient level. Generally speaking, after every 10 arrows fired by an archer, the accuracy will decrease due to the relationship between arm strength and concentration.

And a sharpshooter who has undergone rigorous training can magnify this number to 30 arrows or more.

It's just that from the beginning to the present, the archers on the head of the city have shot no less than 50 bows and arrows, and some even more. Several archers' jaws were torn open by the bowstring, and blood stained the bowstring

It turned red, but they still gritted their teeth and persevered. Because they know that once they break through the level of the inner city, the next battle will be a hand-to-hand battle.

With their own meager troops, most of them were still minions, they could not fight such a well-trained regular army. Before the fight started, he lost a lot of momentum.

"Master Faemon, we're running out of arrows. And most archers can't even lift their arms, let alone bend their bows to shoot arrows. A herald hurriedly arrived.

Faemon nodded, then turned around and glanced at the armored knights behind him, who were tall, short, fat and thin, and at first glance not specialized soldiers.

"Brothers, we are about to face the fiercest attack of the enemy, you guys, what should we do?"

"Kill!" shouted the armored soldier with his weapon aloft.

"These fanatics who are trying to exterminate us in vain, shouldn't they teach them a lesson and let them go back to their hometown!"

"Yes!"

Femmon pulled out the long sword at his waist, and then stroked the other broken sword, which had been broken. He shouted, "Open the gates, brothers, rush with me!"

"Rush!" Those armored soldiers could no longer suppress their emotions, and completely exploded at this moment.

When the gates opened, Femmon took the lead and rushed to the front. And when he really came into contact with those Arrant soldiers, he really felt what madness was!

Each of these soldiers was blinded, and some even had saliva running from the corners of their mouths. But one by one, they were extremely excited, and their eyes were full of bloodshots.

Fei Meng is a level 26 powerhouse, so it is naturally very easy to fight against these soldiers. But there are too many of them. Even after the attack of the defensive circle and the dense rain of arrows, there were still nearly 700 soldiers left. It's more than 3 times as much as your own.

He slashed open the chest of a soldier, only to find that the soldier was unaware of it, and stabbed him in the shoulder with a swish.

"Ihe!" Fermont shouted, and his whole body turned into a streamer of light, passing through the soldier's side. The soldier convulsed twice, and finally his whole body was cut off from the waist and fell to the ground. The blood was not bright red, but mixed with a little bit of green, as if it was moldy, which made people worry.

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