The boots were stained with mud on the wet ground, but the soldiers were not paying attention to it.

They looked nervously ahead, and rarely blinked, lest a few drow elves with repeating muskets suddenly emerge from the towers near the wooden walls.

The soldiers who participated in the last battle didn't actually die much, because the drow elves had only a dozen or so repeating muskets, and they didn't have to be shot or killed.

It's just that they harvest human lives too fast, killing a person in almost a second, and the command error of Fetzel, who leads the army, causes the situation to collapse.

Once morale hits rock bottom, it's hard to recover.

They described their experiences to the other soldiers, and shivered as they recalled them.

The exaggerated events that exist in the memories of the surviving soldiers are transmitted by them in words, and after further exaggeration, the current situation is created.

- Almost all of the soldiers were moving forward, and their spirits were extremely tense, for fear that the drow elves would suddenly appear and pick up the repeating muskets and shoot at them.

In fact, not only the soldiers, but also the officers had a certain belief in this, and although they would not go to Fitzel for information because of a great defeat, it was clear from the words of the surviving soldiers that even if the musket was only one-third of the power described, it was a rather terrible weapon.

Not only were the soldiers nervous, but even some of the officers were hesitant.

They rode on horseback, and the army carried them forward, and as they got closer to the town, they had a little drum in their hearts, what if what the surviving soldiers said was true?

"What are you doing?!"

At this moment, there was a sudden loud shout behind them, and they didn't even have to look back, they all knew who the owner of the voice was.

Prime Minister Rowe, who was sitting in the carriage, waited for a long time, but did not hear the sound of the battle, and when he opened the baffle and saw it, he angrily scolded: "Aren't you wastes having enough to eat? Are you not ready to take back our land?"

Upon hearing this voice, the knights looked at each other, and then shouted one after another: "Run!

"The whole army is there, full speed ahead!"

"Attack, attack, attack!"

Regardless of whether it was a nobleman under Prime Minister Rowe or not, all the knights shouted loudly, and some even raised their horses and whipped them directly on the shoulders of the soldiers, regardless of what would happen to the soldiers with this whip, anyway, all he cared about was the speed of the army's advance.

Prime Minister Rowe's attitude represents the attitude of all the great nobles who oversee the war, and his scolding means that the patience of the other nobles is almost exhausted.

The soldiers finally ran under the rider's drive, and the whole team turned into a torrent, seemingly orderly and orderly, but in fact chaotic.

Fetzel was almost at the very end of the group, and when he saw soldiers from different armies and territories interspersed and mixed together, he sneered again.

There was no reaction before the news spread completely, and when the messy news spread throughout the barracks, he hurriedly ordered people to control it, and from this point of view, you can see how stupid and lazy his superiors were.

The snow of the previous days had already melted away and melted into the ground, making the ground extremely muddy, and it would be impossible to stand on it if you stepped on it steadily, let alone charged.

"Hehe!" Standing on the tower, a female drow elf smiled contemptuously at the sight of the charging army.

Even if that army was outnumbered, even more than the three of their families combined, including the men combined, what was the use of that? War is never just about numbers!

The city gate was suddenly slowly opened, and the soldiers who saw this scene were in high spirits and chanted, but the knights who commanded the battle were not, and they all frowned.

Several humans with torches in their hands were pushed out from behind the city gate, and they looked back in horror, but the male drow elf standing behind them raised his scimitar in his hand and said viciously in a stiff lingua franca: "Go and light the fire, or die!"

They had hesitated a little, but when they saw the scimitar glowing with cold light, they pulled out their legs and ran.

The humans ran forward quickly, but when they saw the human army on the other side, their eyes flickered, and after a while, they threw away their torches and ran towards the army with their hands raised.

"Help! Help! Those black skins have buried gunpowder here!"

The two of them shouted loudly as they sped over.

The others suddenly froze, subconsciously holding their breath, their minds went blank, and they slowed down their running speed with torches, not knowing what to do.

Behind them, the gates slowly closed, and the humans were just a bunch of 'consumables' to the drow elves, just a bunch of ...... A guise to attract attention!

The female drow elf standing on the tower couldn't help but sneer, "In this kind of weather, only a fool would bury gunpowder in the ground!"

The two men ran on the muddy ground, their shoes filled with muddy water, and their faces were flushed with ecstasy.

Closer! Closer!

Freedom - this army is here to save them, only if they can run there, they will be safe!

Whoosh –

Two sounds of breaking the air rang out at the same time, and two arrows pierced the sky, piercing the bodies of the two men almost simultaneously, and slamming them to the ground.

A knight with a gloomy face lowered his short bow, held the reins in one hand, and roared at the right time: "Forward!

The battering rams drawn by the Earth Dragons were protected by the army in the middle of the ranks, and the ladders drawn by a group of strong soldiers also rushed to the front of the line, allowing them to climb over the walls and attack directly as soon as they could reach the bottom of the walls.

Seeing this scene, the other people suddenly woke up, and immediately screamed in fright and dropped their torches and ran back.

But to their despair, the gates were completely closed, and there were no gaps.

It's over, they're done!

The bodies of those people trembled, tears of death came out of their eyes, and they stood in place, completely unconscious.

Fetzel's eyes widened in disbelief.

Could it be that the black-skinned bitches had run out of bullets? Why didn't they stop the charging army?

Before he realized that his hands were clenching the reins, his breathing was rapid.

Fetzel's head echoed with everything the Drow had shown before, and he kept thinking, because he didn't think those black-skinned bitches would leave it at that!

They must have had some other conspiracy, which is why they have stayed there until now.

The alarm bell in Fetzel's heart rang suddenly, and he gritted his teeth, trying to contain the thought that he wanted to turn around and run now.

He can't run yet, the situation on the battlefield is not obvious enough, and the army has not yet reached the time to disperse, if he runs at this time, it will be especially noticeable.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, wait a little longer...... Wait a little longer!

The knights on horseback also had doubts in their hearts, but the wooden wall was already close at hand, and if they took it, the battle would almost be declared their victory.

So, they all drew their weapons and shouted in unison.

"Offensive !!"

Several black objects were thrown out of the tower, fell to the ground, and fell to the front of the line.

The arquebus burned silently, and the fireworks swayed in the cold wind.

Sharp-eyed people see these things, and their mouths open just to say something.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The bursting light suddenly bloomed, and the fierce firelight spread out in all directions, and the waves of air rolled up the snowflakes flying in the air, melting them in an instant.

Rumble!!!

The explosion was deafening, and the sudden rise of light almost blinded everyone.

Seeing this scene, Fitzel's eyes were red with anger, and he couldn't help but scold angrily: "Your damn !!"