Jane's health has not been good, and when she fainted after learning the bad news of her youngest son Matthew, Catherine could only endure her grief and organize the defense logistics of the Lion Castle with Stephanie by her side.

Catherine had already made up her mind that if the Lion Castle had such a day, Jane and Barton would definitely live and die with the castle like those old men.

But she hasn't thought about it yet, because she still has a lot to worry about, such as the lovely Emma and Isabella, and she is not willing to die before she sees her son.

The defense line, which was supported by huge manpower, stabilized, and as the owner of the castle, Stephanie, who had no knowledge of military affairs, could not count on it at all, so now Catherine could only cooperate with her nephew Bruce to support the life and death of 100,000 people in the castle.

Guarding the walls were now less than 4,000 regular soldiers, at least half of whom were wounded soldiers who had risen from their beds, dragging their broken legs and stumps to fight to the death every steppe man who tried to climb over the walls.

With every breath, someone dies.

Another 10,000 elderly and infirm men and more than 30,000 able-bodied women, and another 30,000 women were organized.

Catherine gave each of them two weapons, one long and one short, and everyone knew what that meant.

Those steppe people who are inferior to pigs and dogs will not let go of every corner of this castle, everyone here, especially women.

These women have played a great role in the battle, especially the families of the soldiers and the women of the nobility, most of whom have been trained in military affairs to a greater or lesser extent, even if they have not been used for many years, but the excellent physique of the Wards allows them to at least protect themselves and their children in one-on-one situations.

Even so, after a full hour of fighting, all the outer defenses were broken, and they were forced to retreat to the castle.

In addition, the reason why they have been able to hold on until now is that the Knights of the Templars have firmly blocked the peak of the soldiers in front of the steppe people, attracting some of the pressure to the past.

I have to admit that the Knights of the Templar are powerful, even if they are only 500 people, but no matter how much the steppe people stop, they can't stop their charge.

They took advantage of the narrowness of the city's battlefield to slaughter the steppe people on every street, and even the most elite Axun regiment was helpless in front of them and suffered heavy casualties.

The only drawback is that the number of people is too scarce, and they can only be confined to a dozen streets outside the temple to fight with the steppe people, and they are powerless to change the overall situation.

Catherine tied the bandage on her arm, a memento of the hundreds of prairie people who had sneaked in along the moat.

Although she was quickly slashed and killed by her with two dozen maids, five maids also fell, and her arms were shot through.

She wiped the sweat from her face, added a few pieces of coal to the fire, and lined up more than two dozen cauldrons, in which water, porridge and white cloth were boiled.

Not only did the warriors on the city walls need it, but the 20,000 women and children in the castle haven't had a hot sip for a long time.

There is no way, the other castles are already overcrowded, and most of the women and children have been sent to Shadow Hunting and Giant Bear Castle, which are inseparable from the Wild Lion Division, and they all consciously stayed.

Looking at the children with panic in their eyes, Catherine's heart slowly sank, and she turned and walked out.

"Mom, I don't want to go. Little Emma grabbed Catherine's arm with one hand and her sister with the other. "I don't want to leave you. ”

This was arranged by Bruce, and he would send two little ones and more than 2,000 children no more than 12 years old to Giant Bear Castle, where they would try to break through the siege of the steppe people and send them to the eastern defense, leaving a little hope for the city of Gokan.

This is also the only thing he can do now as a cousin.

Catherine crouched down and touched Emma's beautiful white blonde hair, then hugged little Bella, who was crying, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Listen to Bruce, you go first, and Mommy will be looking for you soon. ”

But little Emma, who is almost ten years old, is far more mature than her age, compared to little Bella, who has been crying, she is very calm, and even organizes the older children in the junior college to help Catherine manage the affairs of the castle.

Little Emma looked at Catherine seriously, took out a small dagger from her body, and said firmly: "Dad and brother are coming back soon, he will come to save us, we don't leave, just wait for him here."

I'm also a member of the Wild Lion, I've learned martial arts, and I'll protect everyone. ”

Catherine felt the tears flow uncontrollably, she didn't tell them Matthew's bad news, she just hoped that time would be used in the future for them to slowly understand and dissipate this sadness.

At this moment, there are countless children in this city who have lost their fathers like them, and their fathers are all heroes of Gaokan City.

She hugged her two daughters tightly, kissed them one by one on their bulging faces, and said, "Well, we're not leaving, we're always together."

Listen to your mother, and together with Grandma Andy, will you share this food with the children?"

Emma swore an oath and gave Catherine a big smile before taking her sister's hand and leaving.

Catherine looked at the backs of her daughters and stood up.

In addition to sending it away, there is another option, and that is the secret room, which is located up to 20 meters deep underground in the castle.

It can only accommodate no more than 100 people, and there is enough water and food stored inside to consume a month, and the door is a heavy broken dragon stone, which cannot be opened from the outside once it falls.

Although it is not foolproof, in times of crisis, it may allow the daughters to live a little longer and strive for that faint hope.

Catherine looked up at the smoke-filled sky, and the earth-shattering shouts echoed in her ears, feeling that the world was very unreal, like a dream.

My son Philip, where are you, how you wish you could see each other again before you die.

She touched the dagger in her arms and sighed, the honor of the Wild Lion family will never allow the desecration of the steppe people.

At that moment, a boulder slammed into the castle's tall outer wall with a terrible whistling sound, causing a scream of terror from the shattered stones and smoke inside.

Immediately after, more stones flew in with a deafening crashing sound, and a dozen windows sealed with planks and stones collapsed.

Catherine threw down the wooden spoon in her hand and ran into the castle, indicating that the steppe people had finished the chaotic robbery, carried in the engineering equipment, and finished assembling it.

The complete fall of the Lion Castle and even the entire Gaokan City has officially entered the final countdown.

Bruce cut off the head of a steppe man, kicked the corpse down, flashed a rain of arrows with his head down, and then cut off the legs of three steppe people, grabbed a brick and smashed it at an archer more than ten meters away.

Even if it wasn't difficult for these little dwarfs to kill, after fighting for two hours in a row, his awakening ability had been exhausted, not only his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them, but even the legendary quality giant axe in his hand was covered with tiny chips.

These steppe people are short, but they have hard bones.

He couldn't count how many wolf cubs he had killed with his own hands, 300, or 500, who cares, anyway, the steppe people in front of him were still piled up all over the small squares and streets, and they would be level with the city walls.

Now those steppe people can rush up the slope of corpses without a ladder.

He had five or six bows and arrows stuck in his body, and although they only pierced the superficial muscles, they did not hurt the vital parts, but the poison on them still made him itch terribly.

In particular, the arrow under his ribs came through the crack in the lock of the armor, and now every time he breathes, he feels a fishy breath in his mouth and a dull pain in his chest.

Next to him, Miledi was even more tired, not only did he have to kill the steppe man, but he also tried to protect Bruce's personal safety.

When he heard the bad news on the southern defense line, he knew that what awaited them would be a tough battle that would never stop fighting, but he still didn't expect it to be in a desperate situation when they were fighting to this point.

The tenacity and bravery of the steppe people on the other side were simply incomprehensible, very different from those outside the southern defensive line, and this was especially evident after breaking through the walls of Gaokan City.

Compared to Bruce, his armor was tearful, and there was hardly a single intact piece of armor on his chest, lower abdomen, and shoulders, all covered with tears.

He couldn't count how many knives he had been hit, and how many knives he had blocked for Bruce, even so, Bruce had only a lot more injuries than him, if he hadn't been cornered and had no way to retreat, he would definitely have pulled Bruce out of the fight.

In contrast, Chris was much less fortunate to be thrown out by a head-sized rock and now lying beneath the city walls.

Everyone standing on the city wall now was covered in bruises, but even those women were gritting their teeth and holding on, because everyone knew that they had no way to retreat, and behind them were their relatives.

What they can do is very simple, and that is to keep killing until someone has their head cut off.

Three or four steppe men pounced, grabbed a stout aunt and fell off the city, the scimitar in his hand waving at her without stopping.

The woman let out a hysterical roar, not showing the shyness and nobility of the old drinking party, and hugged the body of one of the steppe people tightly, no matter how much the scimitar hurt her, she could not let go in the slightest.

The steppe warrior in her arms widened his eyes and struggled with all his strength to break out of this plump embrace, but he could only listen in horror to the clattering and cracking sound of his bones until he opened his mouth wide open and spat out the last breath and bright red blood in his chest, and his eyes lost focus and did not break free.

Bruce jumped down and slashed the prairie man in twos and threes, but the woman lay on the ground and convulsed, a cut in her neck was torn open, and hot blood gushed out of it.

Bruce looked at the familiar face, gritted his teeth, and returned to the city, continuing to fight.