The battle situation and situation in front of him can naturally be seen by the mercenaries behind Macuro. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The seemingly heroic act of killing through the entire street and then rushing through them in one breath could only be thought of - but when the Baron himself gave the order, they were relieved.

Hold on, not break through. It is a prudent and wise choice. The mercenaries sat on their horses, flicking their arms and moving their aching muscles slightly, as they looked at the young baron.

"Lord Baron, there's a little alley next to it."

Heinrich Zema, the leader of the "Song of the Ashes" mercenary group, said in front of Macuro - the opponent's numerical advantage has not yet fully unfolded on Buffalo Street, but even so, with such a small number of people on his side, facing dozens of times the enemy, this heavy feeling will not be pleasant.

Self-confidence is a must, but self-knowledge is also needed - Heinrich, the leader of a large mercenary group that lived through the Sixth Eta War, was no stranger to this kind of urban street fighting. Taking advantage of the narrow width of the tunnels, it is possible to weaken the enemy's numerical superiority locally. And in terms of individual combat power, their side undoubtedly has the upper hand.

It wasn't so easy to kill a group of uninaugurated and early inaugurated soldiers—Marcuro nodded, and the mercenaries, including the guards and young men and women behind them, reined in their horses and turned into a three-meter-wide alley on the side of the street.

It was an alley that could only pass through a standard four-wheeled wagon, with only two ends in front and back, and the problem of defense was much easier than the wide street, and Macuro stared at Ceren, an officer of typical Epherd blood, looking at him with a strange arc at the corners of his mouth.

Problematic!

Macuro was keenly aware that his mind was thinking quickly: if he were in such a situation in the face of the enemy, he would definitely send his most elite combat power to entangle the enemy, and use this method to eat up part of the enemy's strength first. However, the familiar figure of the brown-gray fur and snow-white hooves on the horse did not move, and Selen did not dispatch troops to attack at this time.

That guy doesn't seem to be an idiot according to legend, otherwise, he wouldn't be the lieutenant of Admiral Leos.

Marcuro retreated at the rear, his horse slowly retreating, keeping an eye on the officers and soldiers, who remained in place, not even the slightest hint of rushing forward.

Are they willing to spend it like this?

As the sun sets, a string of the moon hangs in the dim sky at dusk, and the last sunset has the most vivid color - time, and both sides have long attached great importance to this important factor that affects the outcome of the battle. Macuro looked up at the sky, he brushed away a strand of sweat-soaked hair on his forehead, almost an hour had passed since the Kingdom Navy left the camp, and if there was no accident, Miss Lena's lord's guard, as well as the city guard of Afron, should have arrived at this time.

But Selen did not look in the slightest hurry, his expression was serious, and he directed his officers and soldiers in all sorts of non-combat work—the young men wrapped in steel armor were divided into squads, some of which were scattered, bringing all sorts of miscellaneous items from nearby houses, empty wine barrels, chairs with lame legs, and wood that had been eaten by insects, which were piled up at the entrance to the alleyway to form a low wall half a man high.

Encircle? Macuro was not afraid, if he was alone, he would have enough confidence to fight his way out, but the family behind him was a scruple in his heart. Storm Crushing Steel Sword was in his hand, and he suddenly saw several cold rays of light appear in the crowd not far away.

Ballista! Marcuro's eyes widened instantly, and he felt one of his hearts beating like crazy.

"Stupid decision!"

Seren sneered. It was only after Macuro's party had retreated some distance that he methodically led his soldiers forward. Looking at the situation in front of him, it seemed that the enemy was planning to escape from this alleyway, but he was not worried. The City Lord's Mansion and the Kingdom Navy, both of which had maps of the layout of the city of Afron, had apparently studied the terrain more thoroughly as a factor affecting the battle—the soldiers in front had blocked it, and at the other exit of the alley, his comrades had already led hundreds of people there. These officers with considerable tactical skills had intended to surprise around the rear, but in this way, the surprise attack turned into a perfect encirclement.

In the distance in the aristocratic district to the west of the city, the voice was cold, and the presence of Marculo's team here had already proved one thing—Calis and Augustus had failed. However, although Seren was a little worried about the safety of his colleagues, he did not show these thoughts on his face, he just stared at the enemy in his sight.

The crossbow cart, which was drawn by two horses and horses, finally came to the entrance of the alleyway, and the soldiers began to load the crossbow arrows, correct the angle, and wind them with their hands and feet, and he saw the panic in the eyes of the usually invincible Baron Monsieur, and his mind recalled the pale and bloodless face of Lord Leos, and some things, although no evidence was found, but the secret clues all pointed to the Escud family.

This is glorious revenge!

With a hint of pleasure in his heart, Seren felt his blood burn. Although he hadn't fought the enemy with his own hands, the accelerated secretion of adrenaline had made his eyes red as blood, and he drew his sword and swung it downward. The soldier pulled off the mechanism on the ballista, and dozens of thick pure steel arrows shot at Macuro's small team like a storm.

Above the church bell, Glo stared at the scene—the ferocious, long-range blow that shook his heart. The rain of arrows that his bandit was accustomed to plundering was reduced to a pitiful pediatric in comparison with the cruelty in front of him.

It was the first time he had seen such a real and tragic scene of battle.

Marcuro, will he and his team be able to withstand this wave? As the head of the swordsmanship under the command of Lord Baron, he can't help but worry - in the game, the otaku does not have any prejudice and affection for the two forces of the Escud family and the kingdom navy, he is just a battle maniac who is obsessed with pondering PVP skills and tactics. But now, the ass decided the head, and he had to pull up his heart for the Baron.

Nuya pierced the air with a loud roar...... In the distance, under the rising moonlight, the sky was ablaze.