The terrible howls echoed in the sky above the Thousand Tent City, and the fierce fighting had spread from the city walls to the city, and the narrow streets of the Thousand Tent City were already full of flesh and blood, like purgatory on earth.

The city gates were breached, and the remaining less than 4,000 defenders were no longer able to retreat, and although the fear of death and the duty of guarding their loved ones had given them courage, they could not avoid the fate of being slaughtered and slaughtered by the elite centaurs who rushed into the city.

While the centaur warriors of the White Wave Banner were advancing, the defenders in the city were gradually collapsing, and they retreated step by step towards the Duke's Castle in the center of the city.

The burly centaurs naturally had a disadvantage in the narrow streets of the city, and the two thousand elite Bailang Banners who broke into the city suffered heavy casualties, but as long as the enemy continued to attack, it was only a matter of time before the Thousand Tents City fell!

"Hold on, kill them all, and beat them back!"

The eldest grandson of the Grand Duke of Boi, Belo Varna, wielded the last saber in his hand desperately, and the smock on his body had turned into rags, revealing the tattered armor underneath, and he was still gnashing his teeth and screaming:

"Byrne's army is just outside the city, hold on, and let this group of barbarians pay for their blood debts!"

"Master Bello, please retreat into the castle!" The guards behind him were still desperately tugging at his clothes, covering him under the siege of the approaching centaurs:

"It's almost impossible to hold here!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, it's clear that we're about to win!" Belo Varna looked at the guards who were desperately protecting him with a fierce face, and his hoarse voice was still howling: "Look outside the city, don't you see the black and gold lion flag? Byrne's brother has come to save us!"

"But before they even entered the city, the city of a thousand tents had already fallen!" the guard cried, "Look around you, if we don't leave, we will all be killed!"

Bello, who was yelling, was stunned, opened his eyes in a trance, and stiffly looked back behind him.

Under the scorching summer sun, there was blood flowing everywhere, broken corpses, choking smoke, and remnants of soldiers who were wailing so badly that they couldn't stand up.

The more than 2,000 elite Boi warriors who followed him in the battle were now only a few hundred remnants, and almost all of them were wounded, wielding broken spears, broken knives, and centaur axes that had been snatched from nowhere.

Tears, mixed with mud, blood and soot, blurred Belo Varna's vision.

I—Am I running away again?

The last time he fled, the result was that his grandfather had to fight in a hurry, and he ended up with an uncertain fate;

Even if he didn't see the strength of Byrne outside, Belo could guess that it shouldn't be very much, otherwise this group of bullying centaur barbarians would have withdrawn a long time ago, and the reason why they could still confront each other along the river was precisely because they were still resisting in the city.

Once they retreated into the castle, the centaurs who completely occupied the outer walls of the Thousand Tents would be able to free up more troops and strangle the Byrnes outside the siege.

Therefore, this seemingly life-threatening choice actually harmed both Byren and his own dead end!

"I've already escaped once. The hoarse young man looked at the remaining remnants of the soldiers behind him, and his words carried a cry: "I know that I am sorry for my grandfather, and even more sorry for the Boi who died tragically because I wanted to live." ”

"So just this once, just this time I'm not running away. ”

Bello gritted his teeth and cried out the sentence word by word: "Just this once!"

Raising the knife in his hand, Bello pushed away the guards in front of him and staggered towards the enemy in front of him.

The guards looked at the back of their little master, looking at each other, their eyes were very complicated.

In the next second, these scarred veterans stepped forward again, surrounding Belo Varna in the center, forming a tight circle.

"You, you ......"

"You are Belo Varna, our host. The guard standing in front of him said without looking back, clenching the broken spear in his hand and pointing forward: "What you say is an order." ”

"If you say you won't retreat, then we'll stand here and swear not to retreat——!"

The young man was startled at first, and then a bitter but grateful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

As he spoke, the centaur elite of the White Wave Banner had already swept the surroundings away, pulling out of formation and surrounding the last few hundred remnants, wielding throwing spears and long-handled axes, with bloodthirsty expressions on their ferocious faces.

Licking the tears from the corners of his mouth, Bello finally wiped his nose vigorously and raised the knife in his hand: "Are you ready?"

The guards were silent, ready for their final moments before stepping into the kingdom of the Holy Cross.

"Boi, attack ——!"

With a hoarse shout, the Boi warriors launched a final charge against the enemy in front of them without hesitation.

The centaur warriors of the White Wave Banner did not move, but coldly raised the sharp blades in their hands.

At this moment, a loud horn suddenly sounded outside the city, and the centaur warriors who had just been bloodthirsty and hideous all had the most frightened expressions on their faces!

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"They're retreating. ”

With a long sigh of relief, looking at the 40,000 centaur army in the distance, which was like a receding tide, slowly withdrawing from under the walls of the Thousand Tent City, Loren shrugged his shoulders very easily, and a trace of helplessness still flashed in his eyes.

It's all hit to this point, but I still let the guy named Chakar run away.

With the maximum bonuses of "Spiritual Vision" and "Beyond Perception", Loren was able to roughly determine that this guy was near the centaur's projection weapon position just now, and then he had the idea of being able to shoot accurately with a ballista and "decapitate with one shot".

But judging by the orderly retreat of the centaur army at the moment, this fateful fellow is definitely still alive - otherwise the enemy should at least be scattered like wild dogs that night.

If this was the case, Loren would not hesitate to lead his cavalry across the river to pursue the fleeing enemy, but now ......

Sighing softly, Loren turned his gaze to the Thousand Tents.

An enemy with brains may give him a headache, but at least he will not be as desperate as an enemy without brains, otherwise it will still be very difficult to immediately meet an army of 40,000 centaurs with his current strength, or to forcibly cross the river to rescue the Thousand Tent City.

The Thousand Tents were saved from the brink of fall by themselves, and the enemy temporarily retreated, but their forces did not suffer heavy losses, and they still had an absolute advantage over themselves ... It's barely a tie.

"Duke, word has come from the battlefield on the right flank that the enemy's volleying army, with the exception of the leader and a small group of deserters, has been completely annihilated by Count Guy Angot. The Earl of Eckert came and said to Loren in a deep voice:

"The battle has been completed, and the infantry are preparing to be stationed, and the Count of Angot asks you if you want the cavalry to cross the river and pursue the enemy's retreating deserters?"

Loren turned his head and looked at Eckert's expression with dark eyes, "What do you think?"

"I don't approve. Eckert did not mean to hide it at all, and said very bluntly: "The enemy's army did not break up, but retreated in an organized way - with the superiority of troops, the pursuing cavalry will only end up with the same fate as the enemy's volleying army." ”

After a moment's hesitation, Loren nodded—this was his idea, but he made a slight adaptation: "Let the rangers behave, you can't just let them go." ”

"In addition, let the pursuing cavalry try to see if they can contact the defenders in the Thousand Tent City, and their cooperation is also essential if they want to survive the next battle. Loren added:

"Even if we can't provide too many reinforcements, at least we have to make sure they don't get knocked down easily, otherwise we won't have more to lose. ”

"Yes, I'll make arrangements. With a slight bow, Count Ackert bowed respectfully to Loren: "With the cover of rangers, at least Count Angit can lead two or three banner regiments of mountain rock guards into the Thousand Tent City to assist in defending the city." ”

The black-haired wizard nodded. Just as Eckert was about to leave, the Count of Fort Fury suddenly stopped, hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"Duke, do you remember Count Lookout, Bolino Bocival?"

"Of course I remember... What's wrong?"

"Just now, Bosival did not obey the military orders and forcibly intercepted the fleeing centaur leader. Eckert said very blandly:

"He's dead. ”