"Avoid!"

Marcuro roared almost hoarsely, and the mercenaries and guards around him were slumped by the blows of the ballista—for the most part, the power of the war machines was beyond the reach of ordinary human bodies. The crossbow bolts the thickness of the children's arms poured down on them like a rain of crossbows and arrows, and some of them who did not find a suitable hiding position for a while had to barely hold up the shields in their hands.www.biquge.info

But in order to ensure the mobility of the breakthrough, they carried cavalry round shields, which were not much larger than large plates. The protection provided was little compared to the massive tower shields used by the hoplites for advance and positional defense—the tips of the crossbows were sharp shuttles, like spears, and the weapons removed from the battleship showed their formidity, and at the moment of Macuro's roar, a tuft of fleshy blood bloomed before his eyes.

Rolfes, the leader of the third brigade of the "Song of the Ashes" mercenary group using a giant scythe. He didn't have any armor like a shield in his hand, and his tall size made his dodge movements less sharp, swinging the giant scythe into a cloud of shining white light, and he swung two crossbow arrows in succession, the impact of which forced him to stagger back. As soon as Macuro's voice fell, another crossbow bolt struck him, but under the aftermath of the impact, he didn't have time to stabilize his body at all, and the wind pressure of the crossbow bolt enveloped his whole body.

"Rolfes!"

Heinrich, the head of the mercenary group, roared. Rolfes co-founded the "Song of the Ashes" with him, and in addition to his status in the mercenary group, the two are still old friends in private. For more than twenty years, he had traveled all over the kingdom, whether it was the dangerous swamps and forests of the south, the bitter cold of the far north, the exploration of ancient ruins, or the Sixth Eta War, all the battles he had experienced along the way did not hurt the man in the slightest, but today, he fell under a cold crossbow bolt......

This is a common fate for mercenaries - there are many dead in the team under this ferocious long-range strike, but they don't have much time to indulge in grief right now. The crisp sound of reeds and traps rang in their ears again, and the enemy they faced, the kingdom's navy of Afron, was reloading its crossbows and preparing for a second wave of strikes.

Seren glanced into the alleyway, and finally a smile appeared on his face. He patted the shoulder on the shoulder of a young soldier beside him, a young man with a circle of fine fur on his lips who was resetting the reeds of the catapult mechanism, and saw the commander appear in front of him, his face almost crazy with excitement and almost madness, squeezing out a smile with two rows of white teeth.

"Good job, keep up the good work."

Seren encouraged the soldiers, and he was pleased with the results of the long-range strike, with nearly half of the enemy down - if not to kill the Baron, it would be enough to clear the group of doglegs around him. The encirclement at the other end was approaching, and several ballistas were also deployed, and Mr. Baron ran into this alleyway, which could be described as a desperate situation.

On the other hand, Marcuro Escud is almost going crazy at this moment. More than a dozen young sons of the Escud family, several old servants who had been with them for many years, fell in a pool of blood, and the crossbow bolts were fired across the walls, and they still trembled. In some places, several holes had been shot, visible through the pores and cracks, and the building behind the walls was a chamber of commerce warehouse—shops along the sides of the street, with the warehouse in the innermost part, as was the usual layout of the chambers of commerce in Afron.

Escape?

Marcuro gritted his teeth. In the face of ballistas, which are absolute control war machines, and there are still several of them, it seems that the outstanding strength of the [Awakening Realm] is still not enough to rely on. He glanced back, and little Kia had jumped off the horse, this was a foal she once loved, but in the wave of attacks just now, this animal was hit by three crossbow arrows and died honorably, the red blood splashed little Kia's body, her expression seemed dumbfounded, and Macuro grabbed her little arm:

"Let's go!"

His whole body slammed into the wall, and the sharp angle on the shoulder armor knocked the crack open, and without saying anything, he pushed Xiao Qiya over, and then he shouted, urging the young and old people who were slightly inferior in combat strength to drill over as well, and he and the mercenaries stayed for the time being, as the latter of the palace.

Ceren's smile froze.

He didn't expect that the other party would actually break the wall and prepare to flee - in the city of Afron, there were two other teams coming. The city guards of Nancheng District, the lord guards of the city lord's mansion, these two teams, especially the latter, have quite good combat effectiveness, and their total number is two or three thousand......

The officers who had participated in the camp's impromptu meeting, including Ceren, of course, knew very well what it meant for Lord Baron to escape - if they didn't take advantage of this opportunity, defeat would be their only end.

Ceren raised his arm.

The officers who reacted were also crazy, they rushed to the front in the lead, and no one cared about operating the ballista anymore, and all the soldiers scattered in line and formation, and surrounded the building behind the wall of the alleyway. Then, in a hurry, some people lit torches and threw them into the building!

They didn't want the battle to affect too many civilians, but the emergency situation at hand really couldn't take much care of it - the merchants and men of the Chamber of Commerce fled in a hurry in the firelight, and they saw a large crowd of soldiers appear in front of them. With hideous faces and a bloodthirsty glint in their eyes, the soldiers swung their swords and chased all the figures they saw to slash them.

It is better to kill by mistake than to let go. This was Selen's last order. His heart had long since lost its former calm and peace, and he felt as if he were like a ferocious beast.

In the sky, the sunset turned even redder, burning like fire.

"Kia, don't be afraid. Wait, hold on a little longer. ”

Marcoolo was separated from most of the people around him, and he joined a few mercenaries and stumbled upon little Kia from the corner of the warehouse—a girl leaning against a dusty wooden crate of goods, crying quietly. At this time, his heart was numb, because of his carelessness, the family suffered such heavy casualties.

"Cousin, little Kia. Are you here? ”

A softly voiced voice came in the dim light. Macuro's whole body couldn't help but tremble like chaff, and he knew that he had finally waited for reinforcements.