Karlsylan was indeed a wealthy town, and when Arold entered the town council hall, he found that the roof of the hall had been smashed by the stones of the cyclone cannon and a large hole, and the interior was richly furnished, not only a niche for marble sculptures had been dug out of the wall at the entrance, but the flags of the guilds were hung on the roof of the house. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Cedar?" Arold took off his gloves and stroked the fence of the parliamentary auditorium, a very finely polished and brightly painted fence that represented the level of craftsmanship of Karlselan.

"Lord Duke, the man who tried to assassinate you is the mayor of this city." At this time, the Earl of Ron reported to Arrod.

"No wonder." Arrodra crossed a high-backed chair and sat down comfortably, this chair has referred to a certain principle of human mechanics, the armrests are not straight like other places, but slightly curved and raised, just enough to put the hand on, Arold is very satisfied.

"What to do, do you want us to cut off his head and hang it?" Ron asked Arjord.

"Don't worry, take care of it first, and wait until my brother Yves takes control of the whole city." Arold looked up and said to his vassal, Earl Ron.

At this time, there was still sporadic resistance in the city, after all, the people of Karlsylan were very proud of their city, and this kind of street fighting brought certain difficulties to the soldiers of the Duchy of Mecklenburg, but under the leadership of the ruthless Teutonic knights, they still began to fight block by block.

"Captain Ive, this neighborhood is very dangerous, we have attacked it several times, but a mob of people has piled up a mess of debris and made it difficult for us to move forward." A sergeant major of the Mecklenburg Legion, pointing to a narrow, dirty neighborhood ahead, said to the commander of the Teutonic Knights, Ive.

"Is a mob just going to keep you at a loss?" Yves said dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry Commander, but when we managed to get up to the pile and cross the barrier into the block, a mob threw rocks and debris at us from overhead, and poured boiling hot water on our soldiers." The sergeant major bowed his head, and as a professional soldier who had studied at the military academy, he felt disgraced even though he explained why he couldn't conquer the neighborhood.

"Well, let your crossbowmen cover us, and I'll lead the Teutonic knights to conquer them." Yves also knew that this kind of street fighting was very bad for the Mecklenburg legionnaires, who were accustomed to attacking in formation, and he only complained casually.

"Yes, we'll immediately have crossbowmen support on both sides." The sergeant major hurriedly waved his hand, allowing the crossbowmen in his queue to quickly occupy a favorable support position.

"Squeak." Yves pulled out his straight sword in his own hand, and one of the attendants handed him a sharp iron hook, which Yves took and attached to his own arm.

"Knights, let's go and crush those thugs!" After Yves had installed his weapon, he turned to the group of Teutonic knights and said that he had no pre-battle mobilization at all, because Yves knew that there was no need for such hypocritical for this group of experienced warriors.

"Roar~~." The Teutonic knights let out a dull roar from their terrifying horned bucket helmets, their cold gazes peeping through the peepholes of their helmets, their shields pointed in one hand and sharp swords in the other, their chain mail and white blouses rattling with the movements.

"Follow me." Yves turned and led the Teutonic knights on foot, and began to walk towards the debris piled up by the citizens of Karlsland, who could not ride horses in the narrow block, but the knights on foot were stronger.

"Crossbowmen ready." The crossbowmen of the Mecklenburg Legion aim their crossbows at the middle of the block, and the most advantageous thing about crossbows over bows is stability, and crossbowmen can aim and prepare for a long time.

"Bang." Although Yves was burly, he was very agile, and when he stretched out his hook to hook the debris, a copper kettle fell from the debris pile and made a loud noise.

"Damn it." Yves turned his head to look at the copper kettle, and he realized that something was wrong.

"Wow." Sure enough, when the copper kettle fell and made a noise, a citizen of Karlsland with a spear appeared at the top of the debris pile, and when he saw Yves and the Teutonic knights climbing upward, he immediately picked up his spear and poked it at Yves from above.

"Scandium~~." Yves was not ambiguous, he hurriedly swung the sword in his hand to block the spear sword, and the hook of his prosthetic limb firmly hooked a pile of debris, so that his body was basically fixed there, otherwise he would have to fall.

"Whoosh~~." Just as the citizen of Karlselan was about to raise his spear and stab it again, the sound of crossbows breaking through the air sounded from the air, which was the crossbowmen of Mecklenburg for long-range support.

"Poof, woo~~." The citizen of Karlsiran had a pained expression on his face, his crossbow bolt pierced around his neck, blood running down the wound, quickly soaking his cotton wool-filled cloth armor, and his hand loosened and the spear fell under the pile of debris, and as the spear fell, his body fell.

"Rush~~." The Teutonic knights shouted and charged above the pile, and the citizens of Karlsland at the top and behind the pile also began to countercharge, pushing and shoving each other in the pile, one trying to overcome the obstacle and the other trying to repel them with all their might, crossbow bolts whizzing above.

"Ping-pong." A Teutonic knight slammed his shield in the face of a Carlsland citizen, knocking him to the ground, and then unceremoniously grabbed his sword and stabbed the Carlsland citizen in the stomach.

"Ah~~." At the same time that the citizen was stabbed to death by the Teutonic knight, a woman's screams came from the street houses on either side of the debris pile, and a woman in a long dress rushed over with tears in her eyes, and she rushed straight at the corpse of the citizen killed by the knight, and it was obvious that it was her family.

"Oh." The Teutonic knight did not expect this, and he unconsciously took a step back, and at this time, seeing the woman whose husband had been killed, rushed at the knight with hatred and rage, and attacked the Teutonic knight with her fingernails and roar.

"Damn, what are you doing, destroy the enemy." Yves hooked the nose of a citizen of Karlsiran with an axe, then slashed his opponent's left leg with his sword, and when he saw that his knight was being attacked by a woman and could not fight back, he yelled angrily.

"But, but." The Teutonic knight spat at the woman at him, and the woman's shrill roar was in his ears, and he was a little overwhelmed.

"Idiot." Ifliso stabbed his opponent with his sword, who was crushing to death with his broken leg and howling in pain on the ground, and strode in the direction of the knight.

"Brush." Just when the Teutonic knight was at a loss, the woman lifted up her long skirt and saw a sharp cleaver tied to her leg, and she pulled out the knife and held it back, ready to stab the Teutonic knight in the chest.

"Hmm." The Teutonic knight did not expect the other party to suddenly draw his sword, and he did not have time to react, but at this moment, a sharp sword pierced the woman's body, revealing the sharp tip of the sword.

"Bastard." Then the woman's eyes widened, and her body was gradually provoked, and the woman's throat let out a few coughs, and then her eyes gradually lost their brilliance, and Eve's face peeked out from behind the woman's corpse.

"Yes, Ives-sama." The young Teutonic knight swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and he saw Yves throw the woman's body aside like a dead dog.

"Cheer up, remember that we are the sword of the Duke of Mecklenburg, our mission is to destroy the enemy, and containing emotional distractions on the battlefield will only die faster." Yves said coldly to the young Teutonic knight.

"Yes, yes, Captain." The young Teutonic knight nodded hurriedly in reply.

The Teutonic knights are indeed like Yves said, they are like cold killing machines, as long as the enemy in front of them, whether it is a woman or a child, as long as they dare to resist, it is a fate, that is, they will turn into cold corpses and lie at the feet of the knights.

"Goo~~, the Mecklenburg soldiers listen to my orders and move forward." Listening to the constant sound of weapons clashing in the block, and the screams of the citizens of Karlsland, the Mecklenburg soldiers couldn't help but swallow in fear, in fact, they were repelled several times because they couldn't attack the women and children, but the Teutonic knights unemotionally cleaned up the rebels, which made the fellow Mekran legionnaires feel terrified.

When the Mecklenburg legionnaires climbed the debris pile, they saw that the entire neighborhood was drenched in blood, with human limbs and organs strewn everywhere, and people from the houses on both sides of the block being dragged out by the Teutonic knights by the hair, followed by a sword slash to death.

"Woo, vomit~~." Finally, the Mecklenburg soldier, who was almost psychologically good, bent down and vomited, and the smell of blood rushed to his nose, as if he almost vomited his internal organs.

"God bless ~~." The sergeant major couldn't help but make a cross on his chest, and he saw Ive, the head of the Teutonic Knights, who looked like he was covered in blood, and his originally white smock had turned purple.

"God, hehe." Hearing Sergeant Major Mecklenburg praying there, Yves sneered, and he looked at the sky with contempt on his face, a drop of blood on his helmet that made everything he saw seem to turn red.