At the foot of the Anjar Mountains, at the end of the Earl River, a murderous aura condensed in the sky above Entre.

Countless torches are lit on the walls of the city of Entel, and in the evening of the sunset, the castle of Entel, which is made of stones, is illuminated, and every 10 steps or so on the walls of the castle wall is planted a representative flag of the Entel, the "Feather Cross Flag" with a light yellow background. Flags fluttered on the city wall in the face of the wind blowing continuously from between the two mountains in the east. Standing straight on the city wall stood a fully armed, leather armor-clad human soldier holding a kite-shaped shield, and the belonging-shaped shield that emerged from the gap in the continuous battlements was painted with a coat of arms similar to the pattern of the flag, and the combination of these shields and the banner inserted in the city wall resembled a glossy and impregnable defensive line on the wall of the Entre wall. The faces of these soldiers all showed grim expressions. In addition to the ordinary soldiers we see, of course, the most dazzling man on the city wall is missing, he is the fat body in knight's plate armor standing between the two feathered cross flags called the "Commander Lion Banner", which is much more ornate than the other feathered cross flags, and everyone loves to call him Hunter Entleschneider, the "Earl of the Red Boar" of Entle. He owes such a special title not only to his countdom, but also to his rugged, fat face covered with a red beard and round eyes shaped like a wild boar in the mountains, and we have seen the slaughter of the square he presided over before, the feast of the square full of blood.

The knightly plate armor of Count Hunter of the Red Boar shimmered with the mystical brilliance of Mithril in the light of the fire that leaped over the walls, and this armor was bestowed upon his suzerain, the late King of the Kingdom of Rinston, Longevity Segal I, when he conferred on him the hereditary title of Earl of Entle. So, in addition to the pride he was made to the title of Red Boar by his resounding title, the moment when he was awarded the knight's plate and the title of earl was also the most memorable moment of glory and splendor of his life. His sumptuous pure red velvet cloak dragged all the way to the city walls, so that he was always followed by two lieutenants, who were used to carry the cloak for him as he walked, and as a microphone for him in ordinary times or in war, and now he was dressed not so much as a lord of Entle as a harlequin in a play.

Beneath the castle to the east of Entre were a phalanx of infantry scurrying in the distance, and in the distance were lined up with torsional trebuchets ready to be projected, their "throwing bowls" loaded with tar-dipped stones. All the mechanics operating the trebuchets were ready to fire, just there with torches in hand and quietly waiting for their leader's order.

Nearby, beside the moat, several cavalrymen in full steel armor carried huge cavalry iron shields, and surrounded a knight riding a black horse in a brown heraldic coat and chain mail in the center, and saw him holding a one-handed long sword inlaid with sea blue gems in his right hand against the red boar Count who was looking at him condescendingly from the city wall he was facing him, and he roared loudly in the direction of the red boar earl, as if announcing a solemn and sacred thing, and his pride was unabashedly revealed between his shouts, " Listen to me, in the name of Akana, I ask you to lay down your arms immediately and surrender to the city. On behalf of the great House of Easttham, I pledge that you will be left alive and handed over to His Majesty the Merciful Segal II. ”

"It's ridiculous, my baby hasn't even grown up yet, Walker, Walker, Walker? Indeed, you will have to walk back to your Offenburg, you little bastard born to the old man of the Easttim family. The Red Boar sneered at the black horse knight in the brown heraldic coat and chain mail under the castle, "When the old king was alive, you were but a scholar of our impulsive crown prince, a dog in the court, when will it be your turn to pluck up the courage to run before me and raise your dog's legs to pee on my sacred castle?" Still shouting by the moat that you have no glory for the Easthem family? Great? Ha, that's great! The Great Grin Wallhead, right? ”

"Listen to the fat pig on the wall, and the ridiculous henchmen around this pig, I, Count of Affenburg, Walker Easttem, have come to reclaim the city that has been illegally usurped by the red boar called Hunt, by order of King Segal II. This sacred land belongs to the loyal servants of His Majesty Segal II, King of the Kingdom of Rinston. Walker's eyes rolled as he rode on the black horse, "Oh, by the way, I still remember one thing, along with the city of Entre with your title of earl. He took out the yellowed parchment that had been prepared long ago from the belt of the heraldic coat chainmail. The last paragraph of the claddled writing on the parchment is stamped with the seal of the king.

"Hah, a ridiculous forgery! Want to claim my title and territory? Just you? Ah, isn't that parchment in your hand the one I stole from me and used to wipe your ass? Ah, I remember that the nobles of your family of Eastem were made by the Griminster dynasty. It's as if the illegitimate titles and titles are yours and not me. The Count of the Red Boar then shook the "Red Boar's Sword" on his waist towards Walker under the city walls. "To see if your face is not washed clean by the waters of Santa Kana Lake, you have to take off your chainmail under the walls and stand and pee yourself. Maybe you don't need to be like that at all, immediately get off your horse and climb to the moat and shine the water of the Earl River on your face? The remnants of the Grinster dynasty should have rotted in the grave long ago. ”

"Hey, hey! Elderly people should not play with swords on the city wall, be careful not to stand on their feet and fall down. If that were the case, I wouldn't have to make a big deal about it. Walker taunted the fat man on the city wall in a strange way, causing the knight next to him to laugh. Also, take back your toy weapon with a layer of copper plated over the black iron and the sword of the red boar, go back to your family's rotting graveyard and find your dead ghost, and then go to the nursery. The soldiers outside the city burst into laughter again, for all the soldiers heard Walker's call to the "noble" red boar on the upper floor, "Go find your mother, and then go to the nursery." This sentence.

"My sweet little friend, you are so sharp-tongued. But soon you'll be shut up forever, or beaten all over the ground looking for teeth. I haven't even settled the matter of the assassin with you last time, so how about we sum up the old and new accounts this time? Count Hunter, the red boar on the city wall, squinted at Walker under the wall, raised his face and twisted his shaggy red beard with his left hand, and then pouted at Walker. Look at the poor dogs who have worked for you, like sticks of wood under the walls of my red boar, oh. No, it's a swarm of ants that are about to be trampled to death by me. Your disrespectful sword pointing at me is like a little grass about to be trampled on. Oh, it's weak, it can break at any moment. I'm sorry, I almost forgot that you Easthem were meant to be 'wallgrass' - I might be overkill. ”

Hunter's contempt made Walker blush, "You have to remember what you said, when the city is broken, I will use your toy weapon to slowly cut off your pig's head that is temporarily stored in your neck." I told you to go from a red wild boar to a roasted whole pig. Trust me, your name is Hunter Entleschneider - the guy looking for your mother to breastfeed. ”

"You talk like you've put a foul-smelling fart in a huge square, and I don't want to smell it anymore. Have you finished your fart? The Red Boar taunted the castle and spat out a large mouthful of phlegm, "By the way, hurry up and take your Crusaders in open crotch pants and go back to Jarfenburg to fall in love with those Tekken dwarfs." War is not for you, great Grinster wallgrass. War can be a dangerous game. The soldiers on the castle tower could no longer hold back the words and mutual ridicule that these two nobles with territories and high education shot out one after another like cannons, which were obviously inconsistent with their noble status. They felt that the souls of the nobles were just like the commoners, that war was a quarrel between old husbands and wives, and that alliances were honeymoons for newlyweds. There were cruel words in each other's cities and cities, but they didn't even dare to let out a fart.

"Then let your fan-like pig ears listen to Benjue's fart, oh, no, that's what I gave you—my wrath." Walker and a few casual knights turned and rode towards the phalanx of infantry under the walls.

"Bah," the red boar spat out a mouthful of phlegm into the moat under the walls. Why didn't I get rid of you eye-catching scholar earlier? Oh, that's going to get my hands dirty. ”

A distant torsion trebuchet on the east side of the wall flicked its projectile arm, and the tar-laden stone projectiles in the projectile bowl had been ignited by the mechanics operating the trebuchet. The flaming stone bullet speaks of Walker's anger at the red boar. These flaming stone projectiles are like the magic released by the legendary wizard - meteor fire shower, they fly wildly towards the general direction of the wall of the Entel city where the red boar is located, and the burning stone bullets drag their long black tails and fall from the sky. However, it may be because the mechanics did not calculate and calibrate the landing point of the stone bullets, and the 12 "shooting stars" with flames dragging long black tails did not even touch the walls of the city of Entle, and the only one, the incendiary stone bullets that were a little threatening to the city walls, were thrown directly by the trebuchet over the head of Hunter, Count of the Red Boar, and smashed directly into a private house in Entle under the attention of everyone. The house suddenly caught fire, and the fire spread rapidly. Accompanied by the screams that are often seen in the war, the inhabitants of the city suddenly gathered in front of the burning houses, and the clinking of buckets, the creaking of water from wells, the crackling of brooms ready to beat the flames, and the occasional shouts for help and the screams of women and children, the city of Entre was full of noise for a while.

"Correcting the ballistics!" The row of torsional trebuchets on the far east side of the wall moved slowly, and the busy Jaffenburg mechanics were working together to adjust the projection angle of the catapult arms.

"Ready. Stone pop into the bowl! Ignition! Put! The mechanics listened to the herald's order, and with a quick movement they loosened the extremely twisted leash, and the meteor rain rushed in the direction of Entre again. This time the burning stone bullets seemed to have eyes, except for a few burning stone bullets that fell into the moat of Entel, boiling the icy river water instantly, most of the stone bullets went directly into the city wall, and the wall of Entel was pierced in the tremor, and five or six large holes several feet wide were smashed into the city wall, and the houses in the city could be seen directly from these large holes. This time, the soldiers on the city wall howled, some of them were directly stoned to death because of the collapse of the wall, and some of them were so shaking that the soldiers who could not stand on their feet wailed and flew directly from the dozens of feet high city wall and "jumped" into the icy moat.

"Archer, prepare." The Earl of the Red Boar touched his head, slightly panicked, but his calm adjutant calmly issued the order for defense in his place.

"Very well, I'll leave it to you." The Earl of the Red Boar put away the trace of panic and nodded with satisfaction, he liked this kind of officer who actively and actively served himself, only such an officer could stay under his command a little longer.

The phalanx of infantry beneath the city began to move slowly towards the eastern walls of Entel. Yafen's lieutenant whispered to Count Walker, "Your Excellency, our right flank is the Entre Grove, and now you should not be left undefended on the right flank. Red boars are notoriously scheming. ”

"Our Yafen soldiers are not rookies either!" Walker continued to issue orders for the infantry phalanx to press the territory with all their might. "My dear Adjutant, you are by my side to admire how our soldiers tore the red boar of Entre into pieces. I know you're referring to Sherlock from Woodbank, I've been bribed by me, and he's not going to take a heel of the Red Boar. ”

"But Baron Sherlock of Woodbank is also notoriously rebellious, and we can't trust him too much." The adjutant whispered to Walker the idea of sending an ambush to defend the woods on the right flank.

"Your Excellency Adjutant, I don't want to hear the same question a second time. Do you understand? Sherlock isn't trustworthy, of course, but we'll have to rely on him to give us water now, but after I finish off that self-righteous old man on the wall, my blade should be bloody. His Majesty King Segal II is on our side. Walker's words were full of arrogance, and he waved his hand impatiently to his lieutenant and made another silent gesture. The adjutant choked on his hesitation.

The standard-bearer waved the feathered cross flag with the bow and arrow symbol on the city wall. The soldiers on the castle tower were filled with small, well-made and easy-to-carry Entre bowstrings, and of course, in order to deal a fatal blow to the enemy, special arrows were coated with the juice of viper grass.

In the open space below the city tower, at least dozens of siege ladders were mixed in the infantry team holding the brown oblique striped heraldic shield to approach the city wall, and there was a bang on the city tower, and arrows like flying locusts poured down from the city wall, and the infantry giant shield under the city tower was full of arrows embedded in the shield, and the heart-rending lungs of the arrows were hurt and roared the siege infantry who were unlucky. The soldiers of the infantry phalanx from the sky were like a group of hedgehogs slowly squirming on the ground in the direction of the eastern wall of Entle. Rain of fire shot down in the sky, hitting the walls of Entre as they gradually became full of holes.

"Order Baron Sherlock, who is in ambush in the forest northeast of Entle, to lead his light cavalry and charge their trebuchets from the rear of the enemy." The Earl of the Red Boar left the castle under the pretext of patrolling, and for the first time since his appearance, he personally issued an order to the lieutenant, "The little wild seed of the Easttim family, do you think you can buy Sherlock?" He's my vassal, not yours. The gold you gave him was not enough to pry my minions' hearts, and the kung fu of digging corners of the wall was already familiar to me long before Lao Tzu learned to pee. ”

"The Earl has an order! Wave your banner and summon the Woodbank Light Cavalry to attack the trebuchets behind Jarfen from the flanks of the Entre Forest. The adjutant standing on his side behind the Count of the Red Boar immediately repeated his master's order loudly. The guards on the city walls waved feathered cross flags with horse heads to the northeast towards the Entre Forest.

"Kill!" There was a shout of killing in the distance, and the flag of Woodbank appeared in the forest of Entle, and the left and right corners of Woodbank's flag were embroidered with feather crosses representing the county of Entle, and the feather cross was strung together by a large purple cross and three small crosses to represent the three virtues that Arcana told the people, honesty, humility, and justice, although the owner of Woodbank did not believe in these three virtues. The dazzling banner moved quickly in the direction of the trebuchet that was throwing the rain of fire, and soon at least fifty or sixty lightly armed horsemen appeared from the edge of the forest, riding light white white horses, brandishing sabers that shone brightly in the light of fire, and at great speed slaughtered the team of mechanics who operated the trebuchet for Count Walker.

The rain of fire on the siege stopped, and without the shock and threat of trebuchets, the soldiers on the walls of Entre began to frantically shoot their bows and arrows at the besieging enemies under the city to shoot their own revenge, and the rain of arrows on the city walls became gradually denser, and the speed of the phalanx of the besieging infantry advancing the city walls became sluggish. Finally reached the encirclement of the moat and struggled to erect the ladder, and the infantry slowly began to climb the ladder one after another with their shields. At least four or five strong men of infantry were clustered under each ladder.

"What!? Woodbank hussars, have you been dazzled by the rain of rockets!? Walker was shocked to learn that the mechanics behind him had been completely wiped out by the Woodbank hussars who had appeared out of nowhere, and he hurriedly turned his horse's head and went to support the 14 heavy ironclad knights and infantry he led. I saw that Woodbank's hussars immediately turned their horses' heads and played hide and seek with him. Woodbank's light cavalry looked like nasty bees to Walker, but his heavy cavalry couldn't match the speed of the lightly armed White Horse. They were overwhelmed by the cold arrows of the cavalry in front of them, and after they had chased some distance, Walker entered the Entel Forest with his personal knights and infantry squad, and he looked at the sparse horseshoe prints in the mud of the forest, and he was shocked, "Oops! "It's a trap, it's just a trick played by Count Red Boar. A large part of the light cavalry they were chasing had already quietly turned their horses, bypassing Walker's hoplites and Walker's panting infantry squad that had been pulled down a distance, and most of the light knights had already reached the rear of the siege infantry phalanx.

"In the name of Baron Sherlock!" Woodbank's lightly armed cavalry flashed their sabers, glowing in the light of fire, and charged in two formations towards the left and right flanks of the infantry phalanx. The phalanx of infantry was completely unprepared against the charge of the lightly armed knights in the rear, and by the time they spotted the charging hussars, the saber blades of the hussars were already close to them. With a shout. The phalanx of the besieging infantry was in disarray, and they were already flanked in front and rear. The strong men who supported the siege ladder could no longer withstand the rain of deadly arrows from the city walls and the crazy scene of the cavalry slashing and killing in their backs, so they threw away the ladder supported by their bodies and abandoned the brothers who climbed the ladder. Walker's forward infantry phalanx was no longer ready to fight, they threw away their heavy weapons, lost their heavy shields, and ran in droves towards Walker's remaining troops in the Entre woods, and Walker and the 14 personal knights who followed him reluctantly went to meet the defeated team. Looking at the ruined city of Entre that had been bombarded by his own trebuchet, and the corpses floating in the moat beneath the city. The cheers from afar made Walker never know that he would be defeated by a mere fifty or sixty lightly armed cavalry. He hated the Entre Forest.

"Report, Count, I think we've failed!" Walker's personal guard lieutenant reported, "There are only 113 infantry remaining, 14 heavily armored knights, and 1,827 infantry killed or missing, including 40 mechanics." The morale of our army has completely collapsed, and it is no longer possible to continue fighting. Let's run away, Lord Count. If we delay here any longer, once the Red Boar and Sherlock join forces to pursue the victory, the remaining soldiers of our army will die with no place to bury! ”

"Hunter, old bastard, damn it! How could this be, damn Sherlock, to tear up our pact! A light cavalry of dozens of horsemen turned out to be so embarrassing for us! I'll definitely come back again, old red boar!" Walker finally lost his pride on his face, and his face turned pale.

"Your Excellency, let's get out of the way, and if the people of Entre pour out of the city to pursue us, the consequences will be unimaginable!" The adjutant had a look of horror written on his face.

The drawbridge at the gate of the city of Entre has begun to slowly fall. Earth-shattering shouts of slaughter came from inside the city gates.

"We don't think we can escape, Lord Count! They are falling off the drawbridge! The adjutant held the reins of the horse and shivered, "They are clearly preparing to pursue us." ”

"If you know, why are you still there!? Burn this damn forest, and let these hateful fellows chase after it! Adjutant, I order you to set fire to me! Walker hurriedly commanded his panicked pawn, and after shaking his head helplessly, he immediately turned his horse's head, and fled in a hurry with his troops on his black warhorse, and in less than a moment he lost his armor and disappeared on the northeast trail leading to Yafen along the Ella Mountains, the speed of which these soldiers fled was not an exaggeration to describe the speed of the escape, but Walker's lieutenant soon caught up with the fleeing Earl of Yafin.

Behind the fleeing Yafenburg army, a fire had already ignited in the woods of Entle. The fire spread quickly through the woods, and behind them was the sound of crackling trees and the sound of firefighting.