When Ranmarok led the garrison to withdraw from the walls of the urn city outside the north gate, the defenders of the west gate also organized a defensive line on the first inner urn city. Ranmaroke's orders were not difficult to carry out, but he had forgotten to assign a temporary commander. In the midst of the chaos, Captain Giegwood took command - he didn't have a high military rank, but he was one of the three knights of the Black Spear Knights, and no one had a better say in the area. Under his command, the garrison was finally arranged, with the regular army and mercenaries guarding the two walls connecting the inner and outer urn cities. The entrance to the north wall is a neat array of regular troops, consisting of Livingston's Guardian Infantry, and the Black Spear Knights' special attack squad, the "Angels of Death". The mercenaries who control the entrance to the southern wall are a mixed group, with the backbone being several groups of hundred-strong bounty hunters who have been stationed around Poimbure for a long time, who were lucky enough to rest in the city during the week that Poimburu was blocked; Then there was the unfortunate stranded caravan guard in Poynbru who was temporarily requisitioned; There are also civilians who have volunteered to take up arms. Ranmaroch treated them equally, and generously opened Boimbro's arsenal to them, arming them from head to toe. The 7th Ranger Regiment took possession of the second Inner Urn City, forming a U-shaped array along the city walls, providing cover for the defenders if necessary.

What a stupid way of allocation. Kia sighed, holding a light crossbow and half-kneeling behind the battlement, with a row of quivers beside him. He was in this position just in time to see the defenders of the northern wall, the armor of the regular army still shining brightly in the not strong sunlight, and when neatly arranged in formation, it looked like a shining fortress; On the other hand, it was much more shabby, most of them were wearing cotton armor with a layer of animal skin armor taken from the Poynbru arsenal. Such a well-defined lineup directly leads to the fact that the strength of the defense line on the south side is far less than that on the north side, which is no different from paper paste. No wonder he's just a captain at such an age! He couldn't help but despise the commander named Giger. Ideally, the regular army and mercenaries should be mixed together, divided into multiple echelons, batches, and stages to block the attack, and maximize the damage to the enemy army on the premise of ensuring the integrity of their own living forces. Kia was going to be smug about his idea. It wasn't that he didn't want to stand up and help the command, but as soon as he took a step, someone grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back, and then shoved a light crossbow into his hand: "You just follow me, you are not allowed to go anywhere." ”

"Sister, why are you here?" The moment he saw Teresa, Kia was dumbfounded.

"Come and see you." Teresa was succinct and to the point. Kia then saw Kenriko and his chivalrous knight walking up the walls. The addition of this new force immediately made the defenders of the southern wall look less shabby. Teresa also let go of Kia at the right time, and stood aside quietly.

It doesn't matter if it's mixed or not. Kea didn't look at the north wall again, and lowered his head to concentrate on correcting the crossbow. The footsteps under the city walls grew heavier and heavier, and the entire inner urn city seemed to shake slightly. But from the time Teresa and Kenrico appeared, Kia didn't think that this line of defense would be at risk of falling. Chief Gigwu's luck was not bad, he just had a layer of paper, but someone immediately helped him put on several steel plates. There was a super-first-class, quasi-super-first-class warrior sitting on this section of the city wall less than thirty meters long, and Kia almost began to sympathize with the first batch of Misty Mountain warriors to ascend the city.

Speaking of super-first-class, there should be another one, right? Kia picked up his crossbow and tried to take aim, his crosshair beating between the crowd's heads, and finally caught Eshy, who was standing at the front of the line. He was quietly sharpening a short axe, holding two whetstones between his fingers, sliding slowly between the blades. He was still dressed in a single garment that was out of place and out of place, and the cloth was pressed against his body by the wind, outlining the angular lines. Escher grinds so hard that every time his arm rises and falls, he moves the muscles in his shoulders, and his latissimus dorsi stretches like bellows. Kia could imagine Estheau's expression at this time, he should have been as calm as ever, even indifferent, like an elusive deep pool; But there should be a little dignified and murderous aura in his eyes, like a mist swirling above a deep pool. This should be the most threatening time for Essho, and only then will the fierceness in his bones reflect a terrifying shadow. Just like when he was in the royal city of Salion, he walked towards Ned Greid.

Kia always believed that Esher should have a super-first-class level, and his overall strength might even be stronger than his sister. All he lacked, like Kenrico, was a battle that would be sung by the bards throughout Pande.

Will it be today? The other - no, the birth of two other super-first-class martial artists...... Kia thoughtfully lowered his light crossbow and drew the bolt from the quiver to begin winding. Someone came over and poked him in the arm.

"That...... Mr. Kisia? ”

"What's wrong?" Kia looked up and found Anson standing right in front of him. A cotton armor that was too bloated for him was placed on him, and the outside was tightly clamped by an excessively narrow leather armor, making him look like a funny doll.

"What's the matter?" Kia smiled at him.

"I want to know ......," Anson said, "killing...... What does it feel like? ”

Kia was stunned, then looked at Anson sympathetically. This young man hadn't even had time to complete his combat skills training, but his first battle was to face an army of tens of thousands of people in the Misty Mountains, and before he had time to learn how to use his weapon to neatly bring down a wooden stake, he was about to face the ultimate problem: how to use a weapon to neatly bring down a person.

"I don't feel anything." Kia motioned for Anson to crouch down next to him, "Maybe at first it will be very uncomfortable, you will feel the blood inexplicably disgusting, the corpse inexplicably terrifying, but eventually you will be numb, you will feel that those things are no different from wooden stakes." Some military instructors will send recruits to act as executioners to execute prisoners or condemned prisoners after their training phase, so that they can adapt quickly. Kea frowned after speaking, he had never liked this kind of training very much. He still remembers vomiting with a decapitator after his first execution. But he had to admit that this was the most direct and efficient method, and in fact, if it weren't for the Misty Mountain army coming too quickly and too suddenly, he also intended to help Anson make a quick transition in this way.

"So what should I do?"

"Try this." Kia thought for a moment, picked off the crossbow that had been wound, and handed the light crossbow to Anson, "Take aim like this, pull the trigger and fire - yes, that's it." Kia nodded approvingly and began to demonstrate to Anson how to wind, "You'll stay with me when the fight starts," he stole a glance at Teresa not far away, "It's going to be fine." ”