Sir Scott, they're crawling~" Just as Scottra was waiting for the guy who had peed his pants, the enemy was already less than half a man's height from the platform at the fort gate under the cover of the archers. In desperation, Scott pulled out the long sword at his waist and slashed indiscriminately, the action was extremely fierce, but each time it was blocked by the enemy's shield. Scott was helpless, looking at the enemy soldiers who were getting closer and closer, and in a hurry, he lifted the rolling log on the ground and smashed it at the head of the soldier who had already appeared in front of him. This time the guy was not so lucky, he rolled straight down, broke his backbone, and then Scott made another stone on his head, only to see blood splattered everywhere, and Bai Huahua's brain was scattered all over the ground.

Seeing that their commanders were so desperate, the other peasant soldiers also quickly got up from the ground, raised the stones and greeted those who were still besieging the city......

"Captain Scott, there's someone over there!"

Scott looked in the direction of the farmer's finger, and saw that several of the farmer had already been frightened by the enemy's arrows, and they all ran downstairs. In an instant, several guys with swords in their right hands and shields in their left had jumped into the city walls. He waved at the peasant soldiers who were still throwing stones downward, like cutting melons and vegetables, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight peasant soldiers had already fallen to the ground.

At this time, I saw that the disabled veteran who was in charge of commanding the peasant soldiers in the arrow tower snatched the bow and arrow from the hands of the soldiers around him and shot at the enemy soldiers who had already rushed in.

"Ahh One of the enemy soldiers who was slashing in Scott's direction felt like something had pinned his calf, and suddenly fell to his knees, rolling back and forth.

In the face of dozens of formidable regular troops, at the beginning of the battle, the Valley Peasants could barely hold their ground under the command of the retired and disabled veterans of the Wells Legion, but as the battle lengthened, the scales gradually tipped in favor of the side with regular military training.

At this time, the walls of the Beiguan Military Fort were rushed towards one after another under the cover of other soldiers. The valley peasants fought hard under the leadership of a group of veterans. The other Sapp soldiers and county soldiers who had a little combat strength had already been engaged with the enemy. A few of the guys had even started to rush to the castle gate downstairs, trying to open the castle door for their own people to rush in.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, in addition to the twenty defenders stationed there, more than sixty peasant soldiers who retreated to Boulder Town rushed out from behind enemy lines under the leadership of patrol captain Obote.

"Brothers,!" Obot gave an order, and saw the peasants of Boulder Town holding spears in their hands and short knives rushing towards Doyle and the others who were commanding the rear of the siege troops.

"Lord Baron, those guys from Boulder Town are here." Nick, the adjutant next to him, said to Doyle, who was watching the battle.

Doyle glanced back, and in addition to those with spears and short knives, there were also men with sticks and hoes.

"Hmph, since they are killing themselves, let them be fulfilled. Take twenty men with me, and follow me to stop them, and buy time for my brothers, who are already in the walls. ”

"Yes!"

Facing the group of farmer-looking guys in front of him, Doyle carried a broadsword in his hand, and rushed into the peasant army with a burst of swords, stabs, and sweeps. In less than a mouthful of food, several peasant soldiers had already fallen under his sword.

In the face of this group of soldiers who have been fighting on the battlefield all year round, the peasant soldiers in the valley still rushed forward knowing that they were dead. Raise your hoe and swing it at your enemy, and in less than two turns, you'll be slashed to the ground, bleeding profusely.

Looking at the rushing Boulder garrison and the enemy soldiers who were constantly climbing the ladder, a disabled veteran of the Wells Regiment shouted to the retreating valley peasants: "Brothers, behind us are unarmed children, women and old people, where there is our home, our land, our wives, and our children. If we let these mongrels pass, they will slaughter our wives, kill our children, seize our land, and burn our homes. We're all men, and if we don't stop this group of bloodthirsty demons with our blood, we're going to lose everything, are you willing? ”

"I don't want to!"

"I don't want to!"

"Kill!" With the agitation of the disabled veterans, the blood of the other peasant soldiers was awakened, and they forgot about the danger and rushed towards the enemy soldiers with full of anger. Several peasant soldiers against an enemy soldier, punching, kicking, mouth tearing, all that can be used. The disabled veterans also threw themselves at the onrushing enemy, regardless of their physical pain......

Seeing that the city gate could not be attacked for a long time, Dalton was furious, and the peasant soldiers who rushed towards the boulder like a mad man slashed indiscriminately, killing red eyes. He underestimated this group of ragged and disheveled untouchables, but he didn't expect their resistance to be so resolute, knowing that they were dead, and still holding on to it.

The battle continued from noon until sunset, and neither side was able to make effective progress. The peasant soldiers in the valley dragged the enemy to the death with their numerical superiority, and the walls of the Beiguan military fort were full of corpses, and some of the peasant soldiers who were pierced through the abdomen by their swords hugged the thighs of the enemy who had already killed the red eye, and tried their last strength to prevent the enemy from taking a step forward, and used their own death to fight for a glimmer of hope for the family behind them......

Although their behavior is not noble, it is definitely tragic enough, this is a kind of tragedy of life to death.

At this time, Scott, the commander of the valley peasant troops, still held on to the wall with his bleeding arm in his hands. Looking at the corpses of the peasants in the valley and the soldiers still fighting the enemy, Scott wanted to open his thighs and continue the fight, but just as he was slowly walking towards an enemy soldier who was already about to climb the city wall, a shrill sound of horses neighing was heard......

Scott slowly turned his head to look out of the city gate, and vaguely saw forty or fifty cavalry rushing from behind the Boulder garrison towards the enemy troops who were chasing the peasants in the valley. The cavalryman at the front raised his broadsword and slashed at a figure who was desperately fleeing, only to see that the guy's head flew out in an instant, followed by a scream, accompanied by blood flying all over the sky......

"Chief Scott, Chief Scott......" Scott fainted to the shouts of a peasant soldier due to excessive bleeding. Under the cover of several people, he was carried to the corner of the wall on the other side.

"Don't let these bastards run away! Pursue those fleeing north, a few of you. You guys come with me to support the fort. Others, rescue the wounded and clean up the remnants of the enemy! ”

"Yes! Chief Tridok. "The Welsh Legion returned to the cavalry and took the order......

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Chapter 441: Valley Guard Battle (2)