The mage reached out and pulled a scroll out of his pocket, but before he could tear it open, a scimitar spun and flew from a distance, slashing at his right shoulder on the spot, causing his arm to droop weakly—

Masorella seized the opportunity, picked up the fist and hit the opponent's abdomen hard, the huge force directly brought the opponent's body up, the fist blade pierced the body, inertia made the mage fly out more than three meters, hit the wall and "plop" to the ground, blood spread from his abdomen outward, but Masora did not stop, he gritted his teeth and rushed over, without saying a word, he slammed the second punch, the third punch...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Enough!"

Masorella nearly smashed the mage's body in two pieces before Elwin stopped her. He looked up and saw that the company commander's hair was almost burned. But his shield was still intact on his left arm, and his armor was blackened, but his running posture seemed to be fine...

After confirming that the company commander was okay, Masola's angry and tense mood eased slightly. But he immediately realized that there was still work to be done, and when he saw Viscount Cattelan, who was already slumped on the ground, he reached out and grabbed the other man's neck, and lifted it up with one hand like a chicken—only then did they realize that the hem of his rich garment was soaked with urine.

Masorella tossed the guy aside and began to assist the second team outside the house in cleaning up the guards who were trying to rescue them. The transformed Tevelyn was unable to move around the house, so he reverted to his previous form. The soldiers of the special company were accustomed to this, but the nobles were so frightened that they forgot to resist.

The strongest mage was killed, and the remaining guards were quickly cleaned up like fish. Within five minutes, more than a dozen nobles and knights in the entire mansion expressed their willingness to surrender and abandon all resistance. And Viscount Cattelan even ordered his butler to let all the soldiers in the city give up resistance, and the city defense was managed by the special connection of Ivota .

In fact, there were simply no armed forces of units above the squad level on the city walls at night. Even without his orders, the actual control of the walls had already fallen into the hands of the special forces of Evta. Erwin's decision to kill these nobles made the raid even more complete: although the city sounds like there are 2,000 soldiers to fight, the leadership is scattered among the nobles, and no one has subordinate rights to each other.

Therefore, when their master became a prisoner, the soldiers who heard the news did not say a word, and directly chose to surrender together, without any resistance at all...

In other words, in such an era of cold weapons, Erwin led an airborne force of 240 people and directly seized control of an important city overnight.

At daybreak, Masorella still hadn't closed her eyes. He stayed by the side of his wounded comrades, and from time to time fed them a mouthful of healing potions. After the battle, the feeling of exhaustion came quickly, but Masorella still did not want to sleep because of the agitation of the mood, but sat here, thinking inwardly about the gains and losses of the night's battle.

In fact, what he summed up was really not much emotion, because it was only at this time that Masorella understood that the phrase "sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in wartime" is really not a lie. And Commander Sodrore's plan changed many times on the issue of "munitions" saved the lives of his comrades!

He thought that the equipment they wore was similar to that of the soldiers in the infantry division, but after fighting the mage face to face last night, everyone found out... It turned out that his armor could not only block swords, but also resist spells - the spells cast by high-level mages in a hurry were not of a high level, so their armor with magic resistance was very useful.

There were a total of four soldiers who were hit by the "Ice Pick" and "Fire Blast", and it stands to reason that even the metal armor they wore would have pierced their bodies or exploded to pieces. But it turned out that the armor firmly blocked the spell, and the four men did not endanger their lives except for broken ribs and muscle contusions.

With the exception of one barbarian comrade who happened to be shot in the knee by an arrow, the rest of the assault team maintained basic mobility.

Erwin, the company commander, was blown up head-on by the "Enhanced Fireball Technique", but in fact, his shield did not even crack, except for being shocked to his internal organs for a few hours, nothing else was serious. Later Masorella found out... The material of this shield is made of keel.

In fact, even Erwin didn't know that the special company, which only had a total of 500 people, had spent several times more expensive than the same number of cavalry units from the establishment of the formation to the present...

Their individual equipment is stronger than that of a dragon lancer with a warhorse, and everyone must be at least level 5 to be eligible to pass the screening. Under such conditions, they proved with their actions how much money was well spent!

Two hundred and forty people took a city of tens of thousands of people, such a thing can definitely go down in history. Masorella was thrilled because her name would be recited in the future.

"Team four, eat!"

Erwin's voice came, and Masorella put down the potion bottle in her hand, greeted her wounded comrade beside her, and got up to eat. Their meals were directly those leftovers from the nobles' banquets. The company was forbidden to drink alcohol, but chicken and beef were enough.

Masorella devoured her full food, and when she went back to prepare for a rotation break, she happened to hear the words of a soldier in the sixth platoon who came to report the information-

"Report to the company commander! A messenger from the Imperial City has just been caught at the south city gate, this is an intercepted letter!"

Although Erwin has been trying to read and write for half a year, the font of the royal letters is fancy and the grammar is completely different from the spoken language, so he had to ask the person next to him for help: "Who can read it? Read it for me?"

There are many literate people in the whole team, but the nobles of the Karen Kingdom... In particular, the royal font is not readable by ordinary people at all, so after going around in a circle, Erwin found that no one could read the contents of the letter.

He was so quick that he dragged Viscount Cattelan over, who thought he was going to be executed, and he cried in fright, which made the special forces despise him...

This is the nobles of the kingdom who guard the town?

Masorella stood not far away and pouted, and then heard the nobleman tremble and begin to read the contents of the letter. Roughly speaking, the royal family asked Viscount Cattelan to immediately coordinate with all nearby towns to collect all the food that could be collected, and quickly transport it to the retreating main army in the north.

"Oh, I see. ”

Erwin waved his hand: "Throw him back into the dungeon, just watch it." ”

Then he looked at the small magic clock he had brought with him, and continued to order: "Light the agreed signal in the square before ten o'clock, keep it burning until twelve o'clock, and the falcon will scout during this time period." The gates are on first-level alert, and anyone who tries to open them will be killed—remember, whether they are nobles or not!"

"The expected airdrop should be near the West City Gate, and the team should be prepared in advance to go to the transport. ”

"Yes! Company Commander!"

The voices of response came and went, and Masorella knew that it was none of her business at the moment, and that "sleeping" was also a task for him. Therefore, he slept directly with his clothes on the large bed on the second floor.

At one o'clock, Masorella was woken up by the roar of the propellers.

Running to the balcony and looking out, the huge figure of the "Albatross" transport plane was flying over the city. Last night's airdrop was about 3,000 meters in order to make the noise a little less. And this time it was probably only about a thousand meters, because on a sunny day, Masorella could even see the supply box that was slowly falling after being thrown out of the tail cabin.

When it was time to rotate the guards, Masorella washed her face with water and went to stand guard outside the headquarters. In a short time, the supplies were carried into the city by the carriages that had been prepared. The soldiers removed the circle from the chest, opened it, and began assembling the large liaison circle, and when the hedron was inserted, the force immediately made contact with the front line and the temple headquarters.

Listening to Erwin's loud voice to report on the military situation, Masorella pricked up her ears and listened for a long time, only then did she realize that after her group of people were airdropped, the "Albatross" had airdropped the other half of the special company to the "Becolis City", which was more than 100 kilometers to the east, which was also an important place that could provide a large amount of food supplies for the enemy's troops. The airborne operation over there was also very successful, and at the moment the city was completely closed, blocking any possibility of supporting the enemy forces.

"Our main forces will be here in three days, before that. Everyone should pay close attention to the possible counterattack in the city, cooperate with the work of the Intelligence Bureau, and be sure to stifle all resistance forces at the beginning!"

"Yes!"

Masorella exhaled slightly - thinking that it had not been a week since the war began, he wondered if the royal family would surrender directly after three days?

For Viscount Boragon who is still on the way, the most important thing at the moment is to hurry.

He had already made contact with the troops on the eastern flank, which numbered more than 10,000 men in the process of retreating, and had lost more than 1,000 men in two days - not starvation, but the knights ran away with their subordinates...

Before they could assemble, they were directly attacked by the enemy, and many people naturally chose to retreat under low morale. After all, if you follow a large army, you will starve, and it is better to go to that village to "collect" some food after leaving directly, than to gnaw on turf in a stinking camp.

Many of these escapees did not even have the status of "knights", and their departure often meant that there was an additional gang of bandits in the kingdom.

But now Boragon couldn't care about any of this, so he could only get all the nobles to stand up and try to maintain morale by preaching, and try to find a way to delay the pace of the pursuers in the rear.

Immediately after crossing the Bordeaux River, Boragon sent men to tear down all the nearby bridges. It was not an easy task to build a bridge in this era - it took half a day to tear down the bridge, it would take at least a day to build an improvised pontoon bridge, and Boragon couldn't think of anything to get that huge truck through. Unless the other side spends months rebuilding a sturdy stone bridge.

As long as there are no trucks and no roads, the enemy's pursuit speed will not be as amazing as before. Viscount Boragon thought so, so he was much more relaxed now than he was last night.

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