It's a pity that he still didn't expect that just as he was about to die and struggle, the gate of Naru City had been pushed open by the defenders themselves. The soldiers standing on the city wall put down their swords and spears, and the green royal banner of the Arrant Empire was thrown down the tall and heavy walls of Naru in the wind.

Bands of Iran Hill soldiers poured into the city of Naru, and the slightly nervous citizens saw Iran Hill's royal banner and retreated into the buildings, and the empty streets were soon filled with dense M42 steel helmets.

In the wooden attic, a teenager hung the black royal flag of Alan Hill, which had been prepared long ago, outside his window, and was then dragged back into his room by his terrified girlfriend.

Soon, a housekeeper hung a larger black royal flag on the door of a mansion with a single courtyard, and then the black royal flag spread through the streets and alleys of Naru City like a contagious germ.

"Long live Iran Hill!" A woman watching the bustle at the door of a street-side house shouted at the Iran Hill grenadiers who passed in front of him. She had been looking forward to the day when the greedy lord had ruined his family, and her daily prayer was that someone would overthrow it.

"Go back to the house! It's dangerous here! A grenadier with a grenade on his chest stopped in front of the woman, stretched out his hand and made a push.

His movements made the woman's eyes moisten instantly, because if her son hadn't been killed by that hateful city lord, he would have been as old as the young grenadier in front of him by now. She looked at each other with tears in her eyes and cried hysterically: "Kill those bastards!" Kill that bastard from the city lord! ”

The grenadier was stunned for a moment, then nodded his head heavily, pressed his equipment, and quickly followed his troops.

A decaying empire can collapse in an instant like a gravel castle facing the waves of the sea. The Arrant Empire has been decaying for hundreds of years, and what sustains this empire is just an equally rotten Holy Demon Empire.

At the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, a group of elite infantry wearing gray armor had already formed a phalanx. Not everyone is surrounded by Iran Hill, and Naru, with a population of hundreds of thousands, is very huge, and as the lord of the city, Adam, it is actually very easy to cultivate a group of his own cronies.

After all, Adam, the greedy and depraved city lord, was not stupid. These elites outside the City Lord's Mansion are the vested interests he has cultivated over the years, and they are also his most loyal descendants.

"Draw your sword! Get ready for battle! The leader of Adam's cronies pulled out the accessories around his waist and shouted to the soldiers behind him, who were also densely packed. With his shout, the fierce soldiers also drew their weapons.

"Those useless city guards couldn't even hold the city walls, so they directly opened the city gate to let the enemy in! A bunch of garbage! The officer spat and cursed coldly with his sword.

He had every reason to look down on those city guards who didn't even receive a salary on weekdays and didn't have the slightest combat ability. These elites behind him can completely face ten times the number of city guard idiots.

With just one charge, he can crush the enemies who are approaching him head-on, and then take advantage of the chaos to recapture the lost walls. When the time comes, he'll find some more time to settle accounts with the damned city guards—that's what the general has on his mind.

"Long live Iran Hill!" Suddenly, he heard some shouts, at first he thought they were the cheers of the soldiers of Irlanhir who had occupied the walls, but as these voices grew louder, the Arrant general also realized that these cheers might be from the citizens of Naru City......

"Damn it!" He clenched the long sword in his hand and cursed in his heart. Just as he was swearing, a column of Iran Hill's grenadiers appeared at the end of the street in the distance.

"Let them see what they see! The true strength of the Aaranti warriors! The general forced his composure, waved his sword and pointed forward, and gave the order to attack: "Charge! ”

Behind him, groups of Tarrant soldiers began to squirm forward. The clash of armor rattled and the sword reflected a dazzling glow in the sunlight. Countless soldiers shouted, drowning out the cheers of Alan Hill in the distance: "Long live Arant!" ”

"Hula!" The Iran Hill grenadiers in the front row stopped in their tracks, got down on one knee and picked up their Mauser rifles. Behind them, the soldiers in the second row straightened up, their weapons in their hands.

"Whoa!" Almost at the same time, two rows of soldiers pulled the bolts of their guns and pushed the bullets into the chambers. On the opposite side of them, the Arrant soldiers, with their swords in high swing, were at least 40 meters away.

"Phew! Bang! There was a crackling gunshot, and the bullet crashed into the wall of Arrant soldiers. The force of the impact tore through the thin armor, and the bullet sank into the flesh and blood inside the armor after being severely deformed.

The Arrant soldiers at the front screamed and fell, and the Arrant soldiers in the second row were stunned on the spot. Many of them didn't see what was happening on the other side, only heard a sharp thud and saw their companion in front of them lying in a pool of blood.

In the next second, they saw the Iran Hill soldiers on the opposite side pull the bolt of their guns in a thin cloud of smoke and withdraw the metal cartridge casings inside the chambers. Then, ignoring the steaming shells under their feet, the soldiers pushed the bolt back into its original position.

Accompanied by their seemingly rhythmic movements, there was a "bang" sound of the bolt of the gun representing death. Because the distance was so close that there was little need to aim, the Elanhill grenadiers began their second fire.

"Phew! Bang! Bang! There was another crackling gunshot, and the second platoon finally saw the Arrant soldiers of the enemy on the opposite side clearly, and before they could step over the corpses of their comrades in front of them, they were hit by a new round of bullets.

The fear did not spread easily, because he knew that the powerful soldier on the other side had now fallen to the ground clutching his chest and stomach. The Arrant soldiers, who were crowded forward behind, had no idea what was happening, only that their ranks seemed to have stopped, and they were not able to move any further.

"What's that damn voice?" A soldier asked his comrades with some concern, and he listened to the voice gradually approaching, and courage seemed to slip out of his body. But when he asked, it was in vain, because the comrades-in-arms around him were also full of doubts and nervousness at this moment.

When the fifth shot was fired, the first two rows of Irlanhill infantry immediately gave up their positions, and behind them, the other two rows of soldiers who had already been ready stepped forward and took over the firing position.

In front of their eyes, there was a sea of corpses and blood. Countless soldiers of the Arrantic Empire fell on the street, blood flowing along the cracks and textures of the stone-walled streets, and finally into the gutters on either side.

The Iran Hill Grenadiers, who had trained countless times, ignored the disgusting images, they were just mechanical, operating their weapons according to their usual training, and some of them didn't even lift their eyes.

A few seconds later, the soldiers of the Arrant Empire, who had already been shaved off a large area, finally realized their situation. The Arrant army, which had already laid down at least seven or eight platoons of soldiers, finally lost what little courage they had left.

Countless people crowded back, hoping to exit the alley, a symbol of death, and those behind continued to move forward under the urging of generals and officers. The chaotic scene turned the retreat and the advance into a joke, and the army of the Arrant Empire itself blocked itself in a narrow road.

"Let me go! The front has been defeated! A soldier who was pushed backwards by his own men screamed and pleaded with the soldiers behind him. The soldiers behind him couldn't even turn around, so they could only open their mouths to explain their miserable situation to the people in front of them: "I can't turn back, someone is pushing me behind!" ”

"Go back! Go back! The Arrant soldiers in front of them pleaded pale as they saw the advancing Elanhill grenadiers holding their black muzzles through the faint mist raised by the shooting.

Beside him, the desperate man knelt on the ground, begging loudly for the soldiers on the other side, hoping that the other party could let him live. However, no matter whether they surrendered or retreated, the rhythmic gunshots still rang out again and again, as if the demon had struck the bell of doom.

"What the hell is going on?" The general of the Arrant Empire, who was in formation, carried his long sword, looked at the stagnant army, and frowned and didn't know what to do. He thought that the other party might be difficult to entangle, but he really didn't think that his well-equipped and well-trained elite troops would be so easily blocked by the other party.

At this time, in some other directions, soldiers of Iran Hill also appeared. These soldiers compressed the defensive line of the elite soldiers of the Arrant Empire gathered around the City Lord's Mansion from all directions, narrowing the encirclement little by little.

"Hold it off for me!" The general of the Arrant, who heard the danger from the dense gunfire, had no hope of retaking the city at this time. What he was thinking about now was how to reorganize the team and fight his way out of the encirclement.

Just as he was about to gather his cronies and plan to retreat to the City Lord's Mansion with his troops first to continue his stubborn resistance, a black shadow fell from the sky and landed right at his feet. He was startled, and looked down to see a black cylindrical iron bump attached to a pale yellow wooden handle, and white smoke was spewing from the end of the wooden handle.