The tri-clan coalition, in a spirit of unity like never before, began to advance towards their goal, the city of Joned, and all of them understood that this was a battle to defend their faith, and to defend their territory and their families. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They could only succeed, not fail, and a huge coalition of more than 30,000 men advanced towards the city of Joned, and all the adult males of the three tribes were mobilized, from the age of 16 to 60, not a single male was left behind, and all came to participate in the battle related to the fortunes of the country.

Ye Feng learned the news of the alliance of the three clans in the fast horse of the border baron and the sound of the priest's carrier pigeons, and he asked the border baron to abide by his duty and defend his original oath with his own life, the border baron did not live up to Ye Feng's trust, he did not abandon his people, but started a fierce battle with the menacing enemy army.

More than a dozen knights, hundreds of citizen warriors, and hundreds of slaves, a total of 4 or 500 troops, on top of the wooden fort, had to resist more than 30,000 bloodthirsty barbarian legions, which was destined to be a tragic battle.

These hundreds of soldiers resisted the huge barbarian alliance with a spirit no less than the three hundred warriors of Sparta a hundred years ago.

"We will die, we will fight!"

The baron, Cass, roared, his expression sad and slightly depressed, and he was going to be buried here with the young men.

There were no reinforcements, no hope, but he had no regrets, because of a promise, an oath. He chose to fight, and no matter what the future holds, he will not give up.

Because this is a heavy oath, an oath worth guarding with your life.

Chivalry gradually formed, and the baron chose to fight, not retreat.

When Ye Feng summoned the order, when the horse's hooves of the Herald of the Lentu Praetorian Guard resounded through Ye Feng's territory.

The barons began to assemble in a spirit never before before, knowing that their compatriots were buying time for them with their lives.

The sound of horses' hooves, the rumbling of marches, and the sound of rattling footsteps resounded throughout the Northland.

The professional knights, who have been trained for a long time just for this moment of battle, came to the Hell Shura Field.

On top of the city walls, on top of the wooden ramparts, Kas wore a gray cloak, which symbolized the highest glory of the soldiers, gray. It is the color of the supreme, the color that belongs to the warriors.

Now, it's time to take the glory that belongs to the warriors, Kas wielding a knight's sword and a gray cloak, and the horse's head banner waving in the wind above the walls.

"Soldiers, knights, it is time to take the glory that belongs to our warriors, the path to sanctification is destined to be a path full of thorns.

We will not surrender, but will be like a rock to keep the ugly and cunning enemy out of the territory that belongs to the believer.

This territory will become great because of our glory, and this land that is about to be soaked in our blood will become a holy land.

Let's fight! Warriors! ”

After saying the last sentence, Cass was already in tears, he really wanted to see how far the Holy Land could expand, but he didn't expect that he and these warriors would end here.

But Cass had to choose to fight, his faith, his oath, he needed to defend, and all the problems could only be solved by violent means, so let the violence come more violently.

Cass drew his long sword and faced all the soldiers, with a determined face, hiding all the unwillingness in his heart.

The barbarians of the city began to charge, wielding axes and swords. With a round shield, he blocked the arrows that were shot down.

Compared with the sparse arrows on the city wall, the dense arrows under the city are like fine rain, beating the last will of the Huns.

At this time, the baron, who received the summoning order, quickly assembled under the Holy City.

The viscounts with their personal guards, the barons with their knights, and when it comes to armed forces, the barons are even superior to the viscounts.

hurriedly came from his own territory to the Holy City.

And Casburg, in the final battle of the dead, the bloodthirsty and brutal enemy will not let a stubbornly resisting Hun return alive.

The resistance of the Huns completely infuriated the barbarian alliance, and they vowed to slaughter the city, and shouted under the city that they would exterminate all the Huns, leaving no one behind.

This not only did not lower the morale of the Huns, but made them more belligerent, and their morale soared like a rocket!

"Remember! The people of Jonede are your example! ”

Cass shouted spittle.

The summer flames scorched the earth, and the sun hung high in the sky, radiating the power of heat.

In the forest of Casburg, the rotting leaves were trampled to pieces by the barbarians, and the dense barbarians were hiding in the shade and enjoying the shade.

And a large number of other barbarians are surrounding the Stuck Death Fort and fighting hard.

A wild barbarian soldier, taking off his coat, **** his upper body, holding a short axe, slashed at the Hun soldier with all his might.

The spear-wielding Hun soldier resisted the ferocious blow against the shield defense, and he turned around and stabbed his deadly spear into the chest of the barbarian soldier, instantly bursting with blood.

The Hun soldier wiped a handful of blood, took a deep breath, spit out the dirty air in his lungs, and breathed a handful of hot air.

The heat of the blood did not make the Hun soldiers uncomfortable, but the hard life gave him a strong will, and he soon felt exhausted in the face of several enemy sieges.

Difficulty breathing, exhaustion, and soreness in the hands and feet made the Hun soldiers a little desperate, and the world in their eyes was dim because of the lack of oxygen, and the Hun soldiers felt like they were going to faint.

He breathed violently, stabilized his mind, shouted and replied again, the world seemed to be alive again, and at this time, another barbarian climbed under the city.

He was fully equipped, dressed in bright chain mail, glowing silver in the light of the blazing sun, and even steaming, which showed the high temperature of his body.

The barbarian soldier glanced at the Hun soldier fiercely, and at a glance, this barbarian soldier was probably a tribal leader or something, and at first glance he was a powerful character.

This was probably the greatest challenge the Hun had ever faced, and he was a formidable opponent.

And he himself was very weak, and a sense of powerlessness filled the Huns' bodies, but the Huns still roared and fought fiercely! Even the fingers holding the hilt of the spear turned unusually dead.

This is a manifestation of overexertion, success or failure, depending on this blow, the Huns have no strength to stab the same level of spear at all.

Because of the lack of strength, the position of the spear was somewhat off, but in the end!

The tip of the spear pierced the barbarian leader's neck, and blood poured out, gurgling, and the barbarian leader fell.