"My lord, why do I think these guys are delaying the army?" Outside the city of Shadinher, the adjutant of Wilcas asked him a little uneasily.

The half-moon leader did not camp here, and the bright muzzle of the cannon was still pointing at the gate of the inner city in front of him. Wilcas's order was to take turns to rest and be on guard at all times.

"Delay?" Looking at the adjutant in front of him, Wilcas smiled lightly. "What about their delays? We don't eat this at all! ”

"This ......," the adjutant looked at Wilcas in front of him suspiciously. He understood that the result of such a soldier coming to the city now was because of the rapid march and sneak attack on his side, coupled with the powerful weapons. But the number is always the shortcoming of the Half Moon Leader's side, if you give these guys inside time, if they call for reinforcements, the fruits of victory in front of them are likely to fly away directly!

"Because, they don't have time to wait for their own reinforcements...... Wilcas said, suddenly looking behind him, as if on a sudden whim.

The lieutenant subconsciously followed Wilcas's gaze, just in time to see a large amount of smoke and dust behind him. There were cavalry coming, but why didn't the scouts blow the warning horn? Could it be......

When the adjutant thought of this stubble, he just happened to see the first person emerging from the smoke. He was also familiar with this man, the leader of the cavalry, Cord.

At this time, Cod rushed over with three men and three horses, and he still carried a head that was obviously dried up in his hand.

After making eye contact with Wilcas, Cod smiled knowingly, and rushed directly to the bottom of the inner city wall, puffing up his strength and throwing the head in his hand, and then turning his horse around. The archers on the ramparts seemed to be stunned the whole time, and watched in a daze as the bloodied knight threw the head up, and then walked away in style. No one dared to release an arrow, they had been frightened by the strength of the Half Moon Leader, and they were all thinking, what if the arrow was released now, what if the people below directly began to attack?

The head gurgled and rolled at the feet of a soldier, and he looked down, wondering, why did it look so familiar? Wait a minute! Isn't this the cavalry commander?!

The soldier was so frightened that his feet went limp, and he hurriedly picked up his head and ran towards the lord's hall. This is big news, the cavalry commander who went out to sneak attack the enemy has been beheaded! Doesn't that mean mission failure?!

Half Moon Leader on the Position.

Wilcas didn't stay in Cord, he had his own mission, and he heard that four new magic cannons and a squad of gunners had been sent to the Wilderness Fortress......

It was almost noon, and the sun was blazing.

Wilcas looked at his pocket watch and said to himself, "It's all at this point, I guess those guys have already gathered and set off this way, right?" ”

With that, he beckoned to the herald on the side: "Let the magic cannon team fire another salvo, and tell the lord inside that I'm impatient!" ”

The order was delivered quickly, and within two minutes Wilcas heard the roaring shelling of the position. I'm used to hearing this kind of sound, and I still feel weird and comfortable.

"My lord! They're bombarding the gates again! In the hall of the Lord of Shadinher, the lord sat on his high position, staring at the bloody head in front of him, his face sinking like water.

He had expected that these guys outside would not be able to wait to continue bombarding the city gates, and they must have discovered their purpose. They didn't dare to wait any longer at this time.

"What to do? What are we going to do? The lord of Shadinhel was dumbfounded at this time, and kept muttering to himself.

"My lord, it is estimated that the men and horses of the fortresses outside us have been assembled and are heading for this side...... "The old guy Serge has been taken aside at this time, ready to use his life to relieve the lord's anger. At this time, he said desperately as if he had grasped a life-saving straw: "We can give them things first!" Let them go! With so many supplies, they will definitely not leave too far, they will still be against our people! When the time comes, we will not only be able to destroy them all, but we will also be able to take back all the supplies! ”

When the lord heard this, he suddenly stopped muttering and glanced coldly at Ser on the side. Just this glance suddenly made Searle fall into an ice cellar.

"Even so, I don't want to give them so many supplies. So, do you still have a way? ”

"Yes! I have! Your Lord! Let me go talk to them! Hearing that the lord had finally spoken to him, Serge hurriedly spoke.

"Okay, I'll trust you again, Searle! No...... Disappoint me! With that, the lord of Shadinghull turned around and walked directly into the rest bedroom at the back.

On the walls of the inner city.

After another round of shelling, the inner city wall was already devastated, although it was not crumbling, but everyone believed that if this happened a few more times, the wall would definitely collapse!

"I am a messenger sent by Shadinher! I'm going to talk to your commanders! "Just as the captain of the artillery team was about to do another round, a man suddenly appeared on the city wall.

A herald ran out of the half-moon leader's position and shouted at the man on the city wall: "Our general said that the messenger does not have a few taels of meat on him, and we want the materials and gold coins you compensate!" ”

When the old Ser on the city wall heard this, he immediately spoke: "The materials are below!" You can open the city gate and send it out right away! But you have to promise not to attack us! ”

When the herald heard this, he looked behind him and saw the flag waving in the base camp. When he saw the banner, he immediately turned his head to the city wall and shouted, "Good! We will stop the attack, but the people who come out to deliver the supplies must be people, and they must not have any weapons! ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" When Old Serre heard this, he nodded his head and walked down the city wall.

In a short time, the inner city gate opened a hole that could only allow one carriage to pass through, and a group of carriages came out of it. The leader of the team was none other than Lao Serge, who had just shouted on the city wall.

"Hehe, may I ask if I can talk to your commander?" Old Serre smiled at the herald who had just run to the front, and approached him like a pug, asking as he shoved a bag of things into his hand.

The herald took two steps back in disgust, pointed to the back, and said, "General Wilcas is counting supplies in the back. You'd better pray that there is no deception on this material, or the wrath of the Half Moon army will raze the whole of Shadinhel to the ground! ”

Hearing this, Old Searle was slightly stunned. Is this the team that beat the of Shadin Hull? Can a herald have such a strong belief?

This kind of frustration was just a smooth, and soon he reacted and continued to smile kindly: "No, no......"