Less than half an hour had passed, and less than a third of the archers in Hegra City remained.

The archers of Russ began to shoot arrows at the spearmen guarding the catapults, and even in the armor made of pig iron, the spearmen suffered rapid casualties under the concentrated fire of the archers.

Seeing that victory began to favor their own battle situation, several generals standing on the main arrow tower couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

One of the swordsman-looking generals was the most excited, and Da Lu laughed: "It seems that Hegra City is going to be defeated again this time, Ram Sage, I will lead the swordsman squadron to pursue the routs in a while, right?" ”

Hearing the laughter of the swordsman general, the old man in the earthy yellow monk's robe also frowned slightly, and nodded, which was regarded as acquiescing to the swordsman general's request for battle.

The city of Russ could no longer withstand the baptism of war, and for half a year, the continuous war had dried up the potential of this small castle.

Even the ordinary knight who the farmer brother said was promoted by the farmer died in the last battle against Murphy City.

In the current Russ City, the only highest-level soldier is this elite monk called Ram Sage, and the most worrying thing is that Russ City has not built a griffon nest that produces griffons at all.

Without enough mobile air forces, the city of Russ could only silently withstand the attacks of other cities.

In this victory, we must take over the few minerals controlled by Hegra City, otherwise, the next battle will be the end of Russ City!

Just as the generals of Russ were laughing, a yellow-brown cloud flew from the sky in the distance.

"Not good! It's a flock of griffins! ”

The archer's general, who had the best eyes among the generals, inadvertently spotted this cloud that suddenly appeared, and immediately screamed.

Before the generals could make a decision, the yellow-brown clouds dispersed, and the sphin-headed monsters the size of horses flapped their huge wings and rushed down from the sky towards the city walls with a loud whistling sound.

And the group of swordsmen who were waiting in silence began to move slowly.

The sudden crowd of griffons immediately broke the morale of the archers on the city wall, they hadn't seen this kind of aerial monster for more than half a year, and they were quite uncomfortable when they first met.

And when the first griffon grabbed an archer and threw it into the air, even the most determined spearmen were shaken.

It was a complete unguarded killing.

Within a few minutes, the archers completely collapsed, they scrambled to flee the city wall, and the spearmen could only resist desperately, whether it was a huge difference in strength or a gap in numbers, so that those spearmen could not do much damage to the griffin by stabbing their spears at it, which also determined the outcome of the spearmen.

Even after those generals joined the battle, they could not completely reverse the defeat.

"Brother! Wake up! Wake up! The Hegra army is about to come in! ”

Cheng Kong, who was sleeping sweetly, held the flagpole high under his crotch, and was having a fragrant dream.

In a hot spring, several beautiful women met him frankly and talked about their life ideals.

Just when he decided to save these suffering delicate beauties and dedicate himself to the peace of the world, a shout in his ear dragged him out of the reluctance of the beauties.

"I'll grass you immortal board!"

Cheng Kong, who had ruined the major events in his life, was suddenly furious, and burst out with a foul sentence before he even opened his eyes.

"What kind of grass, it's important to escape!"

Before Cheng Kong could react, he felt a rough hand pull him up from the ground.

Well? It's really broken! The fat man opened his eyes and was confused for a moment, and then he saw a large hole in the distant wall, and then the gate fell and crashed violently against the ground.

Watching the flying sky, swooping back and forth to catch a pikeman and an archer high in the air, the fat man felt stiff and his legs tremble for the first time.

"Run!" At that moment, the bearded farmer pulled himself and ran down the street towards the back.

This bearded farmer really has a lot of strength, and the fat man almost planted it directly on the ground.

There was already a sound of killing behind him, and the dull and screaming of the sword stabbing into the human body made Cheng Kong burst out with a vigor that did not match his body type, and by the time he crossed the mile-long street to the other city wall, it was already the fat man running with his beard, not the bearded man running with the fat man.

After all, the farmer's tag was not in vain, making Cheng Kong's running speed far faster than before.

The only difference is that even if the fat man Cheng Kong escaped, he was holding the dung fork tightly in his hand, while the bearded manure fork had long since lost his sights.

The fat man keeps in mind that the weapon in his hand is his life, and if he loses his weapon, he loses his life.

Although there is only one gate in Russ City, there are many ways to escape, at least the bearded farmer knows one.

After getting out of the escape passage, Cheng Kong didn't dare to stay at all, and followed the farmers and rushed desperately towards the wilderness.

But it didn't take long for the farmers to hide in haystacks in the wilderness.

Russ City is completely finished, and the flames continue to spread in Russ City, and both soldiers and ordinary residents have become victims of the sword.

The screeching of several griffons as they passed overhead made the farmer shudder.

They can't help but be afraid, the huge gap in individual strength gives them the illusion that death is coming.

It was hard to stay up until night, and it was impossible for those griffons to find their group through the night, so Cheng Kong and the others crawled out of the haystack, shook the grass clippings stuck to their clothes, and continued to move in the direction away from Russ City.

There is no way around it, according to the bearded man, the war here is very cruel, and when any city is captured, the remnants of the soldiers and inhabitants will be cleansed.

The only way to survive is to escape far away, far from the castle in the wilderness, wandering in the mountains and forests, although there will be some dangers, but at least this is a way to live, it is much better than dying now.

To be honest, for now, Cheng Kong didn't have the slightest idea of treating this world world as a game, whether it was the fatigue caused by running desperately, or hunger, or even the blood blisters on his two feet, it made him feel a sense of fear.

If anyone said that this was a game, Cheng Kong would probably jump up immediately and slap the other party in the face.

Game? Why don't you try it? Nima, Lao Tzu has grown so big, and he hasn't run such a distance of dozens of kilometers in one go.

Death here, will it really die?

This question kept circling in Cheng Kong's mind until he was exhausted and lay down in a small forest with the farmers.