The red-haired knight held on to the wooden ladder so that he didn't fall down, and for a moment he looked up and looked around, wondering what was going on, the sound was so strange, like a thunderbolt in the summer.

At this time, the serfs under the southern wall panicked, everything seemed to be the end of the world, and the remnants of the fire splashed down from mid-air and fell on the serfs causing panic, but more people covered their ears and rolled on the ground in pain.

"Ah~~." One of the sergeants howled miserably, he felt that his face was in pain, and when he reached out to touch it, he found that his face was covered with pottery shards, and he pulled out the blood all over his face.

"This is the devil's flame, this is the devil's flame." The serfs, who saw the fire shaken, retreated from under the walls, and they smelled the burning of brimstone, and everyone who had been baptized knew that the smell of hell was brimstone.

The serfs, under the domination of the fear of the unknown, remembered the terrifying scenes in their grandmother's various bedtime stories, where the devils in hell occasionally broke through the blockade of the main god and came to the world to drag the entire unfortunate into hell, which was undoubtedly more terrible than the whipping and exorcism of the lords.

"I, I'm leaving." Finally, the serfs could not bear the horror in their hearts, they threw away their weapons and fled, at this time the sergeants in charge of supervision could not be suppressed at all, not to mention that the red-haired knights concentrated the knights on the northern wall, and the chaos without the knight's command was like an uncontrollable storm.

"Bastard, stop them, stop them." James had been watching the siege from the camp, but after the fire and the shaking occurred, he saw the serfs under the walls begin to scatter and flee, and once the serfs were separated from the army, the undisciplined serfs would flee and become deserters, or return to their hometowns or become robbers in the green forest.

"Lord Baron, the knights are attacking the city." The attendant beside James licked his dry lips, and the terrible light and sound just now frightened him.

James opened his mouth and didn't say anything, and he agreed to formulate an offensive strategy to gather the knights, but he never expected that without the command and suppression of the knights, the serfs, who were the basic combat power, could not withstand the shock of the gunpowder clay pot and fled.

"What kind of witchcraft is that?"

James anxiously kicked his mount in the belly and galloped forward, he had to restrain the serfs himself, otherwise he would only be left with Sergeant Locke.

"Boom~~, Ping~~." Just as James stepped forward to restrain the serfs, another clay pot was thrown out of the city wall, and then the clay pot burst into flames, and the serfs who were still hesitating fluttered the flames on their bodies, and there was no longer a trace of reason, and their minds only wanted to escape from this terrible city wall as far as possible.

"Gray Law~~." The shock struck the man who frightened James's mount, and although James' horse under his crotch was a well-trained horse, it had never been in contact with a hot weapon, and the horse was startled by the loud sound and fire of the clay pot bursting.

James hurriedly grabbed the reins, but fell off his horse in a hurry, but fortunately several attendants hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, otherwise the serfs who panicked by his side would have trampled the baron to death.

"Woo~~." James was thrown from his horse, and his horse screamed and galloped to other places, looking at the soldiers fleeing like a low tide, James was in no mood to stop him at this time.

"Don't worry, the lords are attacking the northern wall, and we still have a chance to gather the sergeants." At this time, James's attendant supported him and persuaded him.

"Yes, yes, we still have a chance." James straightened his helmet and said as he looked at the Glinton wall in disarray.

Bruce and the others also sensed the threat from the northern wall, and the constant appearance at the head of the city was neither serfs armed with rudimentary weapons, nor sergeants armed with spears and shields, but all heavily armed foot knights, these well-armed and well-trained knights turned into the city walls, and immediately changed the advantages and disadvantages of the battle between the two sides, and the spearmen and pestles were suppressed on the narrow city wall and retreated step by step.

"Damn, I gathered the knights." Bruce struggled to resist the attack of the Locke knights among the spear and pestle soldiers, looking at these smooth semi-enclosed iron helmets in front of him, wearing two sets of armor of chain mail and leather armor, and the burly knights were pressing over step by step, the kind of killing and invisible pressure would make the people facing him sweat.

"Puff~~." The red-haired knight was armed with a sword, and he had a small round shield hanging from his left wrist, and on the shield was a red snake crest, which was his family crest, and when an anxious spear and pestle man tried to attack him, the red-haired knight immediately used the round shield to block the outstretched spear and pestle, as an experienced knight, he knew very well that the purpose of the spear and pestle was to hammer and stab, and when the spear and pestle were blocked, he immediately raised his arm from under the round shield, and stabbed the sword parallel to the spear and pestle man's chest.

The spearman's eyes widened as he seemed to believe the sword in his chest was real, and the shield in the knight's hand obscured his vision, until the sword was drawn from his chest, and blood gushed out and stained his coarse linen clothes, and the spearman's body collapsed from the wall.

"Ping~~." Edward, who was walking towards the city wall, heard the falling sound in front of him, and stopped under his feet, in fact, he heard a loud noise near the south wall just now, he knew that it was Bruce's secret weapon appeared, with that terrible weapon guard, it can be said that Locke's soldiers don't want to break through the south wall.

"Is it the north?" Edward raised his head blindfolded, he discerned the direction of the sound, and slowly walked towards the northern wall, after blindfolding, the other organs became extremely sensitive, the nasal cavity was full of the smell of blood, the sound of fighting and screams in his ears, and his skin felt the touch of the wind.

Edward determined his direction and used his sword as a crutch to explore his way, and although he was not sure how much he could help, he was very relieved that he could do his part to defend Glinton.

"Master Bruce, surrender!" At this time, on the northern wall, the red-haired knight lifted the pig-faced mask of his helmet, and he looked at Bruce surrounded by spearmen and pestle soldiers, and said loudly.

"This is my territory, and I'll hold it until the last minute." Bruce stared at the knight's face, clenching the sword in his hand and speaking loudly.

"Well, if that's what you're insisting on, then it's the only way to offend." The red-haired knight shook his head slightly, he knew that no one could resist the knight's attack, although those spear and pestle soldiers were trained in some ways, but they were not professional soldiers who were born to touch swords, thinking of this, the red-haired knight put down his mask, and the weird pig-faced mask made the knights look even more weird and terrifying.

The Locke knights rushed into the middle of the spearmen and pestles, and with their fine armor, they went on a rampage, even knocking the spearmen who could not dodge off the wall, and the spearmen could only guard Bruce back.

"Rumce-sama, retreat, we are here?" The spearmen said to Bruce as they tried their best to fend off the Locke Knights.

"No, I won't keep you, even if I die, I'll die in the city." Bruce's bullish temper was also offended, he said loudly.

The spearmen looked at each other helplessly, and from the look in each other's eyes, they were sure that they had achieved some kind of goal, so they nodded and rushed towards the knights almost at the same time.

"What are you going to do?" Bruce shouted in confusion as he watched the spearmen rush towards the knights, but a young recruit hugged him.

"Don't go past Master Bruce, they've decided to die for you." With tears in his eyes, the young recruit stopped Bruce, and the spearmen swore before they set out to protect Bruce, his family, and his land.

"For Mr. Bruce."

"For the glory of the Grington Legion."

"Rush~~."