As soon as I woke up, the world changed, and I was talking about the current Lan Ting.

The Templars did not retreat that night, but continued their attack through the darkness of the night.

The Templars were attacking with increasing ferocity, breaking through the defenses several times, and they did not hide their irritability and eagerness, as if an important figure like their Pope was trapped in the city.

"Are you convinced?" In the city lord's mansion, Feng Yu asked who came.

"I'm sure they are saying things like 'save people' and 'saints.'" The messenger had not yet retreated, when another trotted in.

"My lord, the Holy Sect side...... Letters were sent. "This is a soldier who has just retired from the front line, and he has a bloodstained envelope in his hand.

"To the defenders of Lanting: Our religion has always been fraternal, regardless of the congregation, this time the army is actually to rescue the holy woman trapped in the city of our sect, we took the lead in promising that as long as the holy woman is brought back, the ......army will be withdrawn immediately."

There were many more of the same envelopes, and the Templars tied the letters to arrows and fired them into the positions defended by the Lanting defenders. In addition to the people who came to deliver the letters, many soldiers also picked up similar letters.

"Got it." Feng Yu nodded, and the soldier immediately retreated.

"Organize and collect all those letters, and try not to let more people see them." Before the soldier left the City Lord's Mansion, he was summoned by Xia Yingyang, and then received a new order.

Feng Yu and Xia Yingyang exchanged glances, confirmed the firmness in each other's eyes, and smiled one after another.

"The hardest time has come." Feng Yu smiled bitterly, Xia Yingyang insisted on keeping the Templars in Lanting City at the cost of the city's destruction, this strategy was very successful, but they didn't know if they could survive it.

Xia Yingyang knew what Feng Yu was referring to, and he nodded, "The Holy Sect didn't stop all night last night, which proves that the guards are already nearby, and the Holy Sect will only be more anxious than us." ”

And Ma Xiong is the most anxious one now, he has not slept all day, unlike Xia Yingyang, who likes to be the shopkeeper, and Feng Yu, who has been staying in the City Lord's Mansion under the pretext of coordinating the overall situation. Ma Xiong has always been at the forefront of the battlefield, so he is also the person who knows the battle situation best, and he knows that if the Holy Sect does not stop, the defense line on his side may not be able to hold out today.

Every day of street fighting was long and difficult, and now the weak Lanting defense line had been pushed deep by the Templars, and the Holy Cult had mastered nearly a third of Lanting City. Once Ma Xiong's defensive line was breached, the Templars would be greeted by the Templars, and the civilians who had taken refuge would become the biggest victims.

The battle was very fierce, Si Boluo had already received the news that Zhao Fu was already on the way with a large number of troops in full force, and there were still two days, if he couldn't take Lanting City within two days, then he would never be able to go again. Si Boluo gave a death order, and he must take Lanting City today, or everyone will be executed for blasphemy.

The last divine descent technique was also used, he didn't care that his soldiers could live for a few more days, anyway, as long as he took Lanting City, the Oasis City side would definitely send support, as long as he held on to the fortified city, he could firmly plant the banner of the Holy Sect on Lanting City until his own support arrived, and it was easier to defend the city than to attack it.

"Reserves! Reserves! Top! Ma Xiong was still commanding the battlefield, and there was another breached place on the defensive line, and he shouted in a dumb voice, but after a long time he did not see any of them fill in.

Ma Xiong turned around, and there was only one last of his guards left by his side, the one who acted as a herald and said to him bitterly, "We don't have any reserves anymore......

There were no reserves left, Ma Xiong looked at the gap, because his eyes were bloodshot because he had not been effectively rested for a long time: "You! And me, go take it back! ”

"No adults!" The guard hurriedly grabbed Ma Xiong, but Ma Xiong quickly broke free.

"Everyone listen, Zhao Zhenshou will be back soon, one day at the earliest, two days at the latest! The Holy Sect is afraid of them, as long as we hold on for these two days, what awaits them will surely perish! Ma Xiong raised his sword and shouted, and then he threw himself into the battle.

The reserve team is gone, he is the last reserve, and there is only life and death on the battlefield, how can there be any status.

Ma Xiong's words did play a great role in boosting morale, but these soldiers were already tired and tired, and they were already at the end of their crossbows, and they did not have much substantive impact on the battle situation.

On the contrary, Ma Xiong's raised arms and shouted to give the Holy Sect a good target, and soon, arrows flew towards Ma Xiong.

"Report! The horse commander knocked unconscious after being hit by an arrow. "In the City Lord's Mansion, Feng Yu quickly received the news.

Xia Yingyang clenched his fists, and then said to Feng Yu: "I'll go and see, you send out all the people you can send out, three city walls."

You have to keep it......"

Feng Yu smiled bitterly: "Yesterday, I already sent out all our personal soldiers. ”

Xia Yingyang nodded, this is a life-and-death battle that only leaves you to live and die, and there is no turning back.

The fall of Ma Xiong meant that the strongest defensive force of Lanting City was no longer able to support it, and the news came that one wall after another was occupied by the Templars.

This time, it is the real city break.

The resistance in Lanting became more and more weak, and the defenders of Lanting could no longer fight back in formation, and only three or three soldiers leaned against the houses to make a final resistance.

Xia Yingyang saw Ma Xiong, the arrow was not deep, but it was very deadly, it became the last straw that crushed Ma Xiong, destroying Ma Xiong's last function.

"Sorry...... I probably won't see the town guards......" Ma Xiong had already woken up, his face with the last rosy, and he begged Xia Yingyang for a drink.

"It's my fault." Xia Yingyang held Ma Xiong's hand tightly with one hand, and carefully fed Ma Xiong wine with the other.

"Your wine is really unpleasant." Ma Xiong didn't blame Xia Yingyang at all, nor did he pay attention to the wine that overflowed from the corners of his mouth, but commented on Xia Yingyang's wine with a smile, he waved his hand at Xia Yingyang, telling him that he didn't have to help himself wipe the wine that leaked from the corners of his mouth.

"I'll go first, remember to bring me wine in the future......" Ma Xiong finally shook Xia Yingyang's hand, "That's right...... Guarding him...... You're coming back...... I...... Can't lie to my brothers......"

"The town guard has arrived, he has arrived, do you hear the sound of horses' hooves? The town guard is back...... Hold on to the old brother......" Xia Yingyang felt Ma Xiong's increasingly weak hand, and he held it tighter and tighter, wanting to keep him.

Ma Xiong is finally gone, and the Lanhe Empire is missing another commander, a man who has dedicated his life to the empire, his death is the same as his life, calm and ordinary, if no one mentions it, no one knows that the man who fell to the ground with an arrow was once a general guarding the northwest. Ma Xiong did not make any great achievements, just like the way he died when he was taken away by an arrow, perhaps he was sorry for his identity.

Xia Yingyang closed his eyes for him, placed his knife flat beside him, and straightened his hand for him, just like saying goodbye to his old comrades-in-arms many years ago.

Life is heavy, no one is lighter than a feather, and everyone is heavier than Mount Tai.

Xia Yingyang pulled out his sword, and like Ma Xiong, this time he had to fight until the last moment.

Qin Zhirou didn't expect that Lanting City would break the city one day, or what she didn't expect was that she would come to this day in person. Soldiers wearing unknown armor had already appeared on the street, escorting the soldiers and civilians in Lanting City one by one. Soon, they came to their courtyard.

"What are you all doing!" Xu Lingling was the first to stand up, and she shouted at the Templars who were bullying the people of Lanting City.

"Yo, there's a little one over here." The resentment that had accumulated in the heart of the long-term unsuccessful siege was now vented, and the Templars had been completely turned into killing machines, carrying out the simplest orders and venting the most primitive desires, and they were no longer human.

"Sister!" Qin Zhirou was worried, she didn't know what to do in the face of this situation, Xu Lingling was her only support.

"It's okay, it's going to be fine." Xu Lingling emphasized again, she touched Qin Zhirou's head, and promised her: "I will protect you." ”

"There's a smaller one over there!" Several Templars let out a strange laugh at the two.

Xu Lingling motioned for Qin Zhirou to let go of her hand, she not only wanted to protect Qin Zhirou, but also the people of the whole city...... She heard that this time the Holy Sect raised troops to come to her.

Sborough sat in his makeshift tent, it wasn't the first time he'd tasted victory, but this time it was the best, the best. Every once in a while, there is good news from his subordinates, and now Lanting City is under his control. Si Boluo looked at the ground under his feet, this dreamlike feeling made him intoxicated, it only took another hour for the resistance forces in the entire Lanting City to be cleared, and then he would be the only master of this city!

Sboro's mouth was already smiling, and he was so immersed in the great victory that he could not hear the anxious reports of the heralds outside or the roaring hooves of horses north of the city.

To the north of Lanting City, the gate that had just changed hands changed hands again, and the Templars who had already relaxed did not expect that anyone would be able to easily climb the towering walls of Lanting. The corpses of the Templars were constantly being thrown from the walls, and soon after a group of knights drove into the city gates, followed by countless Templar corpses. The knight at the head was a young man, and he frowned at the blood stains and minced flesh that could be seen everywhere in Lanting City.

"Brethren, not one will be left!" His eyebrows were filled with murderous intent.