Boynbru.

Sir Ranmarok stood on the walls of the North Urn with an iron-tired bow, his whole body covered in fortress-like heavy armor, and even his face was covered by a layer of fine iron, and only a narrow opening opened in his eyes. The combination of iron bow and iron armor was visually striking, and he looked like a giant of steel on the wall, and beside him were three hundred heavily armed Boimburu garrisons like him. Between the battlements were shining armor. This unit of super-heavy marksmen is the fangs of Poynbrough, and has torn to shreds countless raiding tides since its formation. Each of their volleys was a punch, and they were able to easily grind a flat penalty area through the dense sea of people.

But they never got a chance to fire a salvo, and Ranmarok had been leading this force for a whole morning on the North Urn City, but their enemies had never stepped into their range—the barbarians from the Misty Mountains had shown unprecedented patience and caution. They appeared abruptly outside the city of Boimbru in the morning, but they did not begin the attack for a long time, but only moved around the city, and quietly completed the encirclement of the three gates of the east, west, and north, and now the gray-white tide was surging outside the three urns—and they had not crossed the thunder pool of seven hundred paces from beginning to end. The more restrained the other party became, the more uneasy Ranmarok became, knowing that there was always a moment when the raiding army attacked, just like the tide of the sea always overflowed the beach. But he would rather face the turbulence than sit back and watch the undercurrents surge. He was struck by the sight of tens of thousands of troops lined up on the snowy fields with strict discipline, as if a thick cloud of ink had been evenly dispensed with the tip of a pen, and then unhurriedly bracketed around Boynbru. This metaphor made Ranmaroke's heart tremble, if it was ink stains from the Misty Mountains, then who was able to move the pen in the clouds? He didn't dare to think about it anymore, and the end of his imagination was the forbidden area that he feared.

"How's it going?" A man walked up to the city wall and stood beside Ranmaroke, looking with him at the army of the Misty Mountains in the distance. The man was dressed in knight-sized heraldic armor and three black spears arranged in a cross pattern, which at first glance looked like three unfolded crow feathers.

"It's wicked." Ranmarok didn't look at him, "In the past, we should have fought on the city walls now, and the barbarians didn't leave me time to call you over before." ”

"It's really evil, this year's Omenwolf is a clever tactician, driven by tens of thousands of people. I thought that only existed in Kavala's biography. The man sighed heavily, "No wonder we've been almost cut off from the outside world this week. ”

"Ryan hasn't been in touch yet?"

"Can you still send people out at such a time?" The man took off his helmet and showed Ranmaroke the blisters on his mouth, "That's an encirclement of tens of thousands, and the messenger can't rush through." The river leading to the Inland Sea is full of ice floe, and the waterway is impassable. And so far not a single messenger raven has flown back, and I dare not let the rest out. Rations are so tight in the city that they will be reserves when necessary. ”

Ranmaroke fell silent, the situation was as grim as he had imagined, and he asked only because he was unwilling. Boynbru had never been so passive in the face of the tide of plundering, and the knife was held to his neck before he realized it.

"There is a good chance that reinforcements are already on the way. Boimbrough cut contact, and Duke Alexis couldn't possibly not be aware of it. As long as we hold on, this year's raiding tide is once again in the center. The man put his hand on Ranmaroke's shoulder and slapped it twice.

"Is the evacuation in the city done?"

"After receiving the news, the Wang Li Academy immediately began to organize people to arrange for the people to go to the temporary camp at Fort Aywasod, which was personally coordinated by the dean. At this time, even the elderly and children with limited mobility should cross the Frost Bridge. You don't have to worry too much. ”

"That'll be fine." Sir Ranmarok seemed to be saying to himself, "I will command the defense line of North Urn City, you are in charge of the defense line of East Urn City, and the Seventh Ranger Regiment will also be handed over to you." Who will command the defense line of the West Urn City? Lancelot followed the Duke to a meeting and went out of town. How about Gig? ”

"His courage in charging into battle was admirable, but he always lacked the essential qualities of being a commander. The most important thing is that he has never had previous experience commanding defense. The Angel of Death is a commando after all. The man shook his head, "I'm not at ease with handing it over to him." ”

"Where is Wang Li's Academy?" Ranmarok still didn't give up, "Where there are so many scholars, there should always be a few military scientists, right?" ”

"Yes, yes," the man looked embarrassed, "but the youngest are all sixty-eight years old, and they are all veterans who retired from the front line in the first Dragon and Lion Battle, and they have never touched a sword in the rest of their lives, and they all fall ill." Even if they are willing to contribute, whether they can command the troops or not is another matter, and it is definitely impossible for the dean's side to release them. Die. And sooner or later, the enemy will also attack the southern urn city, and maybe we will be in charge of two lines of defense at the same time. Be prepared. He paused, and then said, "Kenrico just went over to the side of the West Urn City with his chivalrous knight. ”

"Northland's own business, about the people of Saarion?" Ranmarok turned his head sharply, "He's full?" Why didn't you evacuate with you? You didn't stop him? ”

"I'm not going to turn down free reinforcements, especially since Kenriko is still a quasi-first-class warrior. And he is technically supposed to be a mercenary from Sarion, most recently being hired by Elfwan at the beginning of the year to participate in the Battle of Callindeen and play a key role. The man was unimpressed, "I don't think he's suspicious." ”

"Nominally, it's only a matter of time before he's taken in, who doesn't know that this old boy is screaming around the nuns of hell all day long?"

"Listen, Ranmaroke," the man covered his forehead helplessly, "can you put political considerations aside for a moment while life and death are at stake?" People who are about to drown, whether it is straw or driftwood, should hold on tightly. ”

Ranmarok was stunned for a moment, and replied in a low voice, "You're right, Dahal. ”

"Wait a minute, you see, there's a movement in the tide of plundering. You have better eyes, look at what it is? Dahal elbowed Ranmaroke and pointed with the other to somewhere in the Grey Tide. Ranmarok looked in the direction he was pointing, only to see a group of black-armored warriors walking out of Grey Tide, well-equipped to match the rudimentary leather armor of the Misty Mountain warriors around them. In the front row of the line are samurai with swords and shields, and in the back row are samurai with ...... in their hands

That's- Ranmaro's pupils suddenly contracted - siege crossbow?!

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