The pale and stiff face, there is a hole in the forehead, the edge of the hole is radial, some fragments of white bone are still stuck to the edge of the hole, the green-headed fly buzzed and landed at the mouth of the hole, rubbed the front feet and then climbed in, one by two, three flew in and out, and the flies could be vaguely seen lying on the white pulp in the skull, and a feast was carried out contentedly. The stench of the corpse gave off an unbearable smell in the heat, even the corpse's former companions tried to stay away from the stinky meat at this time, but Martin, who was lying on his stomach face to face with the corpse, remained motionless for a long time, he had experienced even worse things, when he was a slave, he had been in the slave rowing boat, the slaves were chained to the bottom of the damp and smelly rowing boat all day, rowing wood pulp day after day under the whipping of the overseer, and the manure and urine under his feet were not cleaned up, Many people's feet are ulcerated and infected, and often people go crazy or die because of the painful torment, so they often spend time with these dead bodies.

"Kill, kill the Germans." The noise swirled above, and sometimes the Slavs would step on Martin's body, and even one of the Slavs would stumble in a hurry, but Martin did not move, he closed his eyes to prevent the other from noticing, even now that he could kill a Slav with just reaching out, Martin resisted the temptation, because his mind echoed Arrod's command.

"Disguise yourself as a dead corpse with the special combat team, and turn into a surprise crossbow bolt to shoot at the enemy at the most critical moment." Arold sat on the stone steps of the city wall, his sword stuck in the ground. The gauntlet on the left had a metallic sheen, which Martin found beautiful.

"It's not yet, Martin isn't there yet, I can't let the Earl down." Martin's mind was silent, but soon he heard different screams overhead, as well as cheers around him, as if the Slavs' attack had had an effective effect.

"Haluha, damned Germanic people, who have made such a clever trick as a smoke." One of the Rostock chieftains, Ha Luha, smiled, stood under the wooden ladder and looked up to see the elite Slavic warriors jumping into the city wall one by one. Shouted excitedly. He swung his sword and pushed the shield-wielding warriors beside him forward.

"Drink ~~~~." Suddenly, an inconspicuous corpse leaped up from the leader's feet, and a sharp sword was pressed under the corpse's body, and when the corpse got up, it held the hilt of the sword and waved it, the Spaniard's swordsmanship was sharp and unrestrained. Just like their character. The sword pierced the chieftain's heart. The sword was so sharp that it was made by quenching, and there were gaps in the iron inlays on the leather armor, enough for the blade to pierce it. The leader was stunned by the surprise and the sudden attack, but by the time he realized it was too late.

"Ah~~~." The shield-wielding warriors, who were about to climb up the mountain, saw their leader killed by the corpse, and instinctively made them drop the wooden ladder and rush towards Martin, who half-crouched down and clenched his sword and raised it high, he didn't know if he could deal with five elite shield-wielding warriors at the same time, but he knew that he had to kill the enemy who threatened the walls of Count Arrod.

"Doh." The sword slashed at the shield, and the shield-wielding Slavic warrior skillfully resisted the blade with the shield and pushed forward with force, even if Martin's swordsmanship was useless, and at that moment several dead bodies jumped up from the ground, and they slashed from the rear of the shield-wielding Slavic warrior, once again taking the Slavic elite who were protecting the wooden ladder by surprise.

"What's going on down there? Damn it~~~. "Standing on the wooden ladder, I was ready to support the wall with my arms, and I wanted to support the Slavic warriors who were fighting, but they soon found that their feet were unstable because their wooden ladder was kicked down by the special operators.

The special forces disguised themselves as dead corpses, and while the Slavs were concentrating on the siege of the city, they jumped up beside them, and slashed the startled Slavs with sharp swords, and knocked down the ladders that were set up on the city walls, even at the risk of being besieged by the Slavs, the archers and crossbowmen on the arrow tower began to support with arrows, but the whirlwind cannons inside the city walls stopped firing, and that was to avoid accidentally injuring the special forces.

"Failure, failure after failure." The chief of Rostock looked at his toppled wooden ladder, he did not expect in any way that the cunning Germans would pretend to be dead corpses, but he also felt a little funny, and when he himself thought he had deceived his opponent, his opponent had deceived him.

"I'm going to slaughter the guy who killed the leader of the Eden Chief." Xavier clenched the sword at his waist, he was wearing a leather vest with many small scales of iron on the leather, he bent down and ran swiftly in the direction of Martin, crossing many obstacles along the way, Xavier was the first fierce general under the chief of Rostock, he could not tolerate a leader being killed without resistance.

"Hmm~~." Martin pulled the tip of the sword out of the body of a Slav, he stabbed too deep and had to step on it with his feet to pull it out, this was already the third person he had killed, in order to kill these three enemies he even paid the price of being stabbed in the shoulder, it was impossible to hold the sword in both hands, so he could only hold the sword with his right hand, just as he was sweating profusely leaning against the city wall to breathe, he suddenly saw the Slav who pointed the spear in his hand at him and separated a road, With his back to the wall, he could swing his sword to block the tip of the spear in front of him.

"Well done, you're not Germanic, are you?" Coming out of the midst of the Slavs was Xavier, he pushed away the Slavs crowded around, the good warriors always hope to meet their opponents, Martin leaned against the cold city wall and gasped, he just looked at Xavier who came over, raised the sword in his hand with one hand and kissed it on his lips, the special combat team was isolated from the city wall at this time, if they did not get support, they were likely to be besieged and killed by the Slavs, but Martin had no complaints, it was he who chose this way of fighting, since God arranged it so, Then he accepted it.

"Get out of the way, let me deal with him personally." Xavier looked at Martin like a beast in a corner, and what caught his attention in particular was the unyielding eyes.

"Bell~~~." Swords collided with each other with a loud noise, and Martin struggled to move his steps as he parried Xavier's sword with the sword in his hand, and the two fought on the battlefield with swords, and the strong warriors still retained the duel style of the primitive tribes.

"Looks like your master has given up on you." Xavier's sword stabbed at Martin diagonally downward, and his words shook Martin's will to resist, which was not a vile skill but a sword fighting skill, but it was not an easy task for Martin, who was exceptionally strong for a man who survived the slave rowing boat.

"Shut your beak, uh." Martin slid Xavier's sword away with a blow, but the wound on his shoulder continued to bleed, which severely weakened his physical strength, and even affected Martin's vision, and Xavier's sword was so strong and powerful that he almost couldn't hold his sword several times, and the pain and frustration made Martin want to give up, but when he looked diagonally upward, the black lion banner on the city gate came into view.

"I'm tired of playing with it, and now I just want to cut off your head so that I can hang it in front of my house, it must be a beautiful decoration." Xavier had a cruel smile on his lips, and he liked to play with his prey until they fell to their knees begging for mercy or could only watch as he cut off their heads.

"Oh, oh, hiss~~~." Martin staggered back, the sword in his hand was stuck on the ground as a crutch, the sword was so heavy that he could barely hold it, and the muscles of his arm began to tremble slightly, Xavier just wanted that, Xavier stepped forward and kicked Martin's sword away.

"I have a good amount of powder from the priests of Lomwa, which can preserve your head very completely, I have never encountered a head like yours, I will keep it well." Xavier raised his sword and aimed it at Martin's neck, and he could cut it with a swing, but at that moment suddenly there was a low sound of trumpets and the sound of the iron gate of the city gate rising, and the Slavs outside the city wall looked in amazement in the direction of the city gate, even Xavier was no exception.

"What's wrong, have we taken the gates?" The Slavs asked each other.

"Ahhhhh Like the sound of war drums, Arrod, dressed in chain mail and holding a half-sword, roared out of the city gate, first striking the face of a Slavic warrior standing at the iron fence with the hilt of the half-sword, the heavy hilt of the sword broke the bridge of his nose, and then Arold gripped the front half of the sword with his leather-gloved right hand, making the long sword look like a short sword, and plunged the tip of the sword into the eyes of the Slavs standing on the other side, a clean combo like lightning, Arod was followed by forty religious knights on foot, dressed in chain mail and armed with sharp swords, who swept into the Slavs like a storm.

"Attack the gates, don't stand stupid." Xavier looked angrily at the repulsed Slavic troops, a whole hundred people were attacked by forty knights on foot, the roars of the knights and the sharp swords made the Slavs at the bottom frightened, the sharp sword cut off the tip of the spear, broke the backbone of the soldiers, blood splattered five steps away, cut those who tried to resist in half, the strong knights regarded war as sacred, and now the blood of the infidels immersed them even more, each knight seemed to be a killing machine.

"Martin, come up." A rope hung down from the city wall and landed right in front of Martin, who hurriedly grabbed the straw, and the men on the wall immediately pulled him towards him.

"Damn it, don't even want to run." When Xavier turned his head, he saw Martin who was dragged by Xiang Lu, he angrily waved his sword at Lu Shang, but at this time the sword was no longer within reach of Martin, he could only watch his prey escape, and the knights at the gate of the castle on the other side were more and more courageous, they had rested for a long time, and the Slavs had been attacking for half a day, and there was no doubt who was better and who was inferior. (To be continued......)