Dense torches lit up the night sky.

When the "bandits" arrived, they did not intend to persuade them to surrender, but began to attack fiercely.

Due to the difference in strength, the private army on the baron's side soon suffered a lot of casualties, and it was only because the defenders had to have some advantage after all that the battle did not collapse quickly.

Moreover, the families and relatives of these private soldiers are all in the town, and once the city wall is breached, it is needless to say what will happen next, because all the soldiers do not have the idea of retreating in fear of the enemy, and they grit their teeth and fight to the death.

The sound of killing up and down the city wall shook the sky, and soldiers disguised as bandits climbed the city wall with bloodstained swords and simple tools, while the powerful ones jumped directly onto the city, brandishing weapons and slashing and slashing, bringing bursts of blood and screams.

Luckily, with the help of those professional adventurers, they were able to barely stop these guys.

"Boom!"

A fireball the size of a bowl fell, instantly enveloping the dozen or so private soldiers around, and the blazing heat wave swept through, and by the time the fire subsided, there were already a pile of charred corpses in the place, and the pungent smell of burnt human flesh filled the air.

The attacking side also has magicians, and there are five, and every now and then a deadly fireball spell will smash over, causing considerable psychological pressure on the private army defending the city.

"Poof!"

A fierce cold light streaked across the space, and in the crowd in the distance, the magician, who was guarded by many elite soldiers, looked at the cluster of stainless steel arrows deep into his chest in amazement, and fell down without a blink.

He has already penetrated the vital point of the heart, unless there is a priest or priest above the eighteenth level who is present to rescue him immediately, he will not want to live at all.

“…… Bastard, how did you protect Master York? ”

A squadron leader shouted angrily, magicians are not easy to cultivate, and their role on the battlefield is significant, so their status is much higher than that of martial artists of the same level, just now this twelfth-level mage was killed by a sneak attack by the enemy on the city wall, and even after he went back, he couldn't get out of it, and he was going to be severely reprimanded and punished by the superior officer.

"Good, kill another one!"

Qin Feng on the city wall pulled out the special giant bow in his hand, put on a three-edged steel armor-piercing arrow, and began to continue to look for a suitable target.

Selected from the collection of the Baron's Mansion, this giant bow was made from the bones and tendons of the mid-level magical beast Tino Brute, and was forged with powerful magical power, allowing it to penetrate a finger thick of ordinary steel heavy armor at a distance of seven hundred and fifty steps. It's not easy to snipe mages with weak defenses from a distance.

Therefore, as soon as the war began, Qin Feng decisively used his bow and arrows, giving priority to killing those difficult high-threat targets, and successively killed the opponent's three magicians, as well as a dozen or so low-level officers with good skills.

On the other side, the two remaining mages saw that they were powerful, and continued to retreat under the cover of the soldiers, until they were out of the effective range of their bows and arrows, but at this time they could hardly threaten the defenders on the walls.

Qin Feng put away the giant bow with a little regret, drew his long sword and went on a killing spree again.

With his martial arts skills and experience in fighting enemies, these so-called bandits who climbed the city walls were not even his enemies. Every sword that comes out will inevitably take one or two lives, regardless of the level of the opponent.

A moment later, there was no place for the section of the city wall that Qin Feng was in charge of, and the corpses of the enemy soldiers killed in the battle were piled up all over the ground, and the blood soaked the stone tiles under his feet.

Five or six squad leaders brandished weapons and roared fiercely, and all of them had the strength of level 5 or above. As a result, with the flickering of the sword, all the elites of this team collapsed to the ground one by one, and they didn't even touch the corners of Qin Feng's clothes.

"Throw their bodies under the walls and don't take any place."

He commanded in a faint tone. Having experienced the brutal bloody battle of the apocalyptic world, this scene is not even an appetizer.

"Yes, big ...... My lord! ”

The surrounding private soldiers trembled and agreed, and they took action one after another, and even those adventurers who had always been unruly and lacked a sense of discipline put away any unnecessary thoughts and faithfully carried out Qin Feng's orders.

Although the battle was not long, the strength of this young man was much stronger than that of Lord Rohr, the highest-ranking Lord in the town. Not to mention the three magicians who were shot to death by him, even the ordinary enemy soldiers who died in his hands, there were already more than two hundred, so that almost no one dared to come over the section of the city wall he was responsible for.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?"

Vander, the supreme commander of the bandits, stared at the distant wall with a dark face, thinking in shock and anger.

"My lord, could it be an intelligence leak, they are prepared?"

An adjutant frowned and guessed.

"Nonsense, it's absolutely impossible!"

Van De said angrily, if this is the case, the other side should be more regular troops now set up a net to ambush, instead of private soldiers and adventurers on the city wall to intercept and defend.

Their true identity is actually the regular army of the Kingdom of Arston, and this time they changed their outfits and sneaked out of the country in order to carry out an important mission, so these village settlements and small towns along the way must be cleared, and all the residents must be killed to prevent the news from leaking.

Baron Sardon was the largest nobleman within two hundred miles of the neighborhood, and this town was also to be uprooted, so Van de took over this task, leading his headquarters to rush here at night, preparing to wash the people in the town bloodied and loot a lot, and then evacuate before dawn, when the large army that had gone to worry about the future could move with confidence.

With thousands of well-trained regular troops, five magicians to help, and a group of rank 10 fighters and above, it stands to reason that it is more than enough to deal with such a small town. How can the combat effectiveness of that little private soldier be compared with theirs?

But who would have thought that the battle has been going on so far, not only has it not seen the dawn of victory, but the number of casualties on its own side is getting bigger and bigger, and even the precious magician has lost three people, which is a loss that he never thought of before the war.

"My lord, the problem should be with the young swordsman."

The adjutant said cautiously. It's no secret that he killed the most people in the field, and it can be attested to by looking at so many corpses up and down the city walls, and basically all of them are fatal with a single sword.

"Where did this kid come from? Could it still be that the powerhouse of the Holy Realm will not succeed? ”

Vander said coldly: "But even if it is the Holy Domain, it doesn't seem to be enough to influence the direction of the entire battle, unless he is a legend!" ”

The powerhouses of the Sanctuary are certainly powerful, but there will be no such masters in this kind of place, let alone legends.

"My lord, what now?"

"I'm going to clean him up myself!"

Vander drew his spear and said coldly.