Over time, Eugen's soldiers had begun to climb out of the city walls to clear the remnants of the Saxon soldiers.

Tariq stood still, with his head buried between his hands, looking like a loser.

Now he doesn't dare to escape, and he doesn't have the courage to die heroically, the only thing he can hope for is to get some preferential treatment after becoming a prisoner of Eugen.

Izzat looked indifferent, he had lost to Eugen once before, and he was also very impressed by Eugen's terrifying musket.

He had already reminded Tarik before the battle, but it was a pity that this reckless man did not take Eugen's musket seriously at all, thinking that he could break through Eugen's defense in one fell swoop with his thousands of iron horsemen.

Tariq's defeat was entirely his own fault, and Izzat was not surprised by this, but the only thing he was worried about at the moment was that he couldn't get the two beauties next to Eugen, and he felt a little regretful in his heart.

Turning his head to see the depressed Tariq, Izzat shook his head with disdain, then raised his right hand and gave the order to surrender.

Receiving the order, the Saxon soldiers laid down their weapons one after another and crouched down together.

After this battle, the battle loss ratio of Saxon soldiers reached more than ninety percent, and the number of survivors was less than 300.

It's a pity that no matter how bravely they fought, in the end they still got a crushing defeat.

The flames on the surface of the moat gradually extinguished, and wisps of green smoke rose with the evaporated water vapor, accompanied by a foul smell of charred corpses.

The surviving Saxon soldiers were all disgraced, their armor was mostly blackened, their exposed hair was also charred, and their faces were blank.

From the very beginning, they did not know why they were fighting, and now they do not understand why they were defeated and why they died.

When the smoke cleared, the soldiers of the city guard stepped on the ladders erected by the Saxon army and walked down the city wall to escort the remaining prisoners.

The joy of victory lingered on the walls of the city of Lebour, blowing like a warm wind throughout the city, and every citizen opened the closed doors of his house and came to the streets to spread the news of victory throughout the city.

For the inhabitants of Lyber, this is a great victory, and the lord resists the enemy invasion to protect his people, which often greatly increases the loyalty of the people.

There was even more joy in the army, and before the battle began, everyone felt that it was an impossible battle to win, after all, the difference in numbers between the two sides was too great.

But now, the situation has suddenly reversed, and the joy is indescribable.

At this time, Eugen was still standing on the high castle tower, with an indifferent smile on his face, and he had a demeanor that he was in control of everything.

Every Lebor soldier on the city walls looked at that figure with admiration, knowing that it was under the skilful tactical command of Lord Eugen that such a great victory could be reaped.

The morale of the soldiers of the city guard has climbed to the peak at this moment, and as for Eugen, in their hearts, they have resolutely become a figure like the god of Star Wars.

"Ah Qiu!" At this radiant moment, Eugen's sneeze was really a bit of a bad scenery, but unfortunately the wind on the city tower was really strong, and he still didn't hold it back after a long time.

After sneezing, Eugen did not dare to stand on the castle tower any longer, and if he stayed for a while, he would catch a cold, and after rubbing his nose, he turned around and strode down the castle tower.

Below, with the cooperation of several squads, the brick wall built at the city gate to defend against the enemy finally collapsed with a loud bang.

Groups of soldiers escorted the defeated captives through the city gates in an orderly manner, and the soldiers of the city guard were all in good spirits and their faces were full of joy, while the soldiers of Saxony were bowing their heads and pacing forward blankly, like a pack of lost dogs.

Tariq and Izzat walked at the back of the line, and at this moment, Izzat was still quite melancholy, he had just been sent out as a prisoner this morning, and he had returned here again in the same capacity only a few hours before and after.

When they came in, Eugen was waiting at the gate with Simon and Allen, and when he saw Izat for the first time, Eugen greeted him with a cheap smile and said, "Hahaha, hello! Izzat of the House of Vetina, meet again. ”

Even with Izzat's character, he couldn't help but feel a little hot on his cheeks at the moment, but he still waved his hand and said hello to Eugen, no matter what, the etiquette of the nobility still can't be lost.

Tarik, who was walking on the other side, really wanted to hide himself in the crack of the ground at this moment, even if it was unacceptable to become a mouse for this, he couldn't stop praying in his heart, hoping that Eugen would not see him, and not talk to him, preferably as if he did not exist.

It's a pity that Eugen is obviously not ready to let him go, but the smile on Eugen's face is even more cheap, and he walked to Tariq in two big steps, raised his hand on Tariq's shoulder, and said cordially like a pair of old friends who don't see each other in many ways: "Hahaha, Brother Tariq, long time no see, I really miss you, think about the last time I was so close to you, it was at the banquet in Leber City." ”

Tariq said in his heart, let go of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is more than forty years old, it's enough to be your father, you actually call me brother! However, a stiff smile appeared on his face, and he nodded and said, "Yes, yes, that banquet showed me the hospitality of Count Eugen, and I hope you can give us some preferential treatment this time." ”

Tariq can now be said to have no dignity at all, and becoming a prisoner of Eugen means that his operation in the Lybor region has completely failed, and it is impossible to complete the task assigned to him by Duke Billund.

According to the personality of Duke Billund, it is impossible to redeem him with gold coins during such a period, and at this moment, Tariq has seen through his next fate, and he must have spent a long time in the prison of Lebor City.

"Hahaha, little brother, what's the matter with you." Eugen patted Tariq on the shoulder, leaning back and laughing so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

"Look at what you're saying, am I, Eugen, the kind of person who picks the door? Of course, we have to eat and drink to entertain you, no matter what, we are all nobles of the empire. Eugen said very generously, as if he didn't care about the little money at all.

But if someone who knows Eugen is here, he will definitely jump out angrily and shout: "You still don't pick the door? If you don't pick the door, then there will be no one in the world. ”