The earth and rocks flew and roared one after another, and the golden-red meteor dragged its long tail through the dome, cruel and beautiful.

Thunderous explosions and beautiful screams rang out in Chakar's ears one after another, and looking at the rain of fire that stained the sky red, the owner of the Red Flame Banner was completely stunned, and his mind went blank.

It took a full minute for Chakar to finally come to his senses and stare at the sea of fire a hundred paces behind him, along with the crumbling mud and the charred and carbon-black severed arms of the centaur hit by the ballista.

All the ballistae and trebuchets of the Red Flame Banner and the White Wave Banner were all blown up by the enemy!

In order to put these powerful, but hard-to-aim weapons to work, Chakar used them all together, using numbers to smooth out the low hit rate.

There was nothing wrong with that, of course, but a projectile position of this size could easily become a fixed target for the enemy to attack at will—and the last force in Chakar's possession that could be used to cover the projectile weapon had already fallen under the strangulation of Byrne's army along with Basseyer.

Fear, the fear of failure, came like a tidal wave.

I—I'm going to lose......

I, the banner master of the Red Flame Banner and the next Great Khan of the Four Hoofers, am I going to flee in embarrassment in front of that devil again?

Under the black smoke that covered the sky, Chakar with a dull expression set his eyes on the Thousand Hordes, and at this moment, the flames in the sky fell one after another in his eyes like a raging storm.

The battlefield of the city gate has become a hellish sea of fire, ruthlessly ravaging the brave warriors of the four hooves, and the rain of fire in the sky seems to have not stopped, and the waves have not been extinguished.

Compared to the crude stone cannons in the hands of the centaurs, or the fire oil canisters of the Boi, the "military fire primer" modified from the Imperial Legion and specially designed to fight the northern monster army is much more terrifying.

This extremely unstable ignition agent can often be easily ignited as soon as it is touched, and it is difficult to extinguish it in a short time;

In the midst of the flames, Chakar could clearly see the terrified faces, facing five or even ten times the enemy. The four-hoofed warriors, who did not have a frightened face, were panicked in the face of the rain of fire that fell from the sky, like a flock of frightened sheep.

They weren't cowardly or cowardly, but they had never experienced such dense and precise projectile attacks that they couldn't dodge, and the dense and narrow battlefield left them with no way to dodge, only to be reduced to charred limbs and severed arms in the light of the fire.

Screams and wails spread throughout the battlefield - and although Byrne's projectile weapons were only aimed at a small part of the city gates, the blow to morale was comprehensive.

When he sees his robe turned into minced meat and char without any power to fight back in the continuous flames in front of him, who else can rush to hell without hesitation?

After fighting the devil, Chakar had deduced countless times how he would interrupt his siege plans, infantry advances, fortress tactics, cavalry harassment... He thought of almost everything he could think of.

But he only did not expect the enemy to use such exaggerated, so rough, and simply neat methods!

If we continue to fight like this, I am afraid that before the Thousand Tent City is captured, the morale of the tens of thousands of troops of the Red Flame Banner and the White Wave Banner will collapse and collapse on the spot!

After a brief panic, Chakar quickly regained his composure;

Now I still have hole cards in my hand... Although the devil blocked the momentum of the army's attack in this way, it was only temporary, and when his ammunition was completely exhausted, the more than 10,000 warriors could not withstand the encirclement of the 40,000-strong centaur army.

What's more, there were already 2,000 four-hoofed warriors with the White Wave Banner on the front line who had broken through the city wall, and when the city fortress fell, the golden lion had nothing to do but retreat and wait for reinforcements.

That's right... Rather, it was to set up formations along the river, to destroy his trebuchets, and to cover the defenders of the city walls with cannons and oil, because he knew that if he crossed the river with his own forces, he would be besieged on three sides and annihilated.

In this battle, you still have a chance to win!

Gasping for breath, Chakar's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the corners of his mouth barely showed a smile.

However, in the next second, another loud bang sounded from behind him, and Chakar, who had no time to think, was startled, only to see the dazzling fire explode behind him!

Watching the centaur warrior behind him scream and turn into a puddle of broken flesh and bones, and he couldn't even tell what it was, the stunned Chakar's eyes flashed with horror.

After being stunned for a second, Chakar turned his head to look at the guard beside him without hesitation: "Give the order immediately, and the whole army retreats!"

"Retreat?!"

The guard's face was shocked: "Banner master, but... Two thousand warriors of the White Wave Banner have already rushed into the Thousand Tent City, and they are all the elites sent by the Basayah Banner Lord, and if we withdraw, won't they be ......?"

Before he finished speaking, there was no trace of Chakar in front of the guards who were stunned in place, and when he looked up again, the banner master of the Red Flame Banner had already galloped a hundred paces away!

The shocked guard hesitated for a moment, with an angry and unwilling expression, and hurriedly followed his banner master while giving the order:

"The whole army retreated ——!!!!"

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"Bell ——!"

The sparkle of the saber was smashed in two by the middle of the tomahawk, and a furious Basseille raised his axe blade and slammed it into the head of Bosival's mount with his long handle.

With a long neigh, the snow-white steed fell heavily to the ground, kicking up smoke and dust.

Covered in blood, Bosival was crushed by his own mount, his hands barely supporting his upper body and standing up, gasping for breath, his chest rising and falling.

There was only one pair of eyes, still staring at Basaye unruly, grinning at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were red.

"Come on, kill me, come on, brute——!"

Basseille twisted his neck, smiled bloodthirsty, and raised his axe above his head with both hands.

Bosival stiffened his head, his throat twitching, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Bashayer's face:

"Come on, brute, kill me!"

The dazzling sunlight was reflected, and the blood-stained axe blade slowly rose in slow motion.

Breathing more and more rapidly, Bolino Bocival's eyes widened and pursed the corners of his mouth, and he realized that the first woman he remembered was not his wife, but his sister.

He finally remembered why he hated Seth Braha so much, not because he had retaliated with a tooth for tat, but because he had snatched his sister.

I can only watch from the side, and my sister who never dares to say the truth... Snatched by a bastard who was ten thousand times worse than himself.

Staring at Basaye's ugly face, his eyes seemed to be distorted into the expression of Seth Braha when he married his sister.

"In the name of the Holy Cross, dear brother-in-law Seth Braha......" Bosival muttered in a low voice, his eyes glazed over:

"I won't let you go!"

The world is turned upside down by the dark shadows.

Basaye, swinging his tomahawk, let out a low roar with red eyes and a long roar.

"Bosival——!"

The smoke and dust rose, and the Count of Ranmarlos, galloping on horseback, galloped in:

"Bolino Bosival——!"

The roar in his ears made Basseye turn his head stiffly, and his beastly eyes immediately locked on the figure rushing towards him.

Stunned for a second, a cruel and strange expression appeared on Basseye's face, and he slowly raised his battle axe and aimed the drooping blade at Bosival's head.

"Poof——!

Scarlet plasma mixed with other colors erupted from the shattered skull.

"Brute, I'll kill you——!!!!"

Bell Lanmaros drew two spears, one long and one short, from behind his back, and charged at Basseyer with a fury of rage.

But Basseille turned his head and did not look at him again, but laughed and picked up his tomahawk, roaring as he galloped away with all the living centaur warriors on the battlefield toward the other side of the river.

The hustle and bustle on the battlefield came to an abrupt end at this moment.