The second day of the main march of the Flying Eagle Mercenary Regiment into Capra Mountain. Marcus Ogu, the head of the town of Tiesong, received a small word that there was a gathering of refugees in a refugee camp on the outskirts.

Since Allen went south, Holland had already ordered the refugees in the area of Iron Pine to prohibit all gatherings, so Marcus, who learned the news, was furious and immediately ordered one of his captains to arrest all the refugees who were gathering.

The captain was very efficient, and it only took half a day to capture hundreds of refugees who had gathered and made trouble, all young people, even after being caught, still behaving unruly, which made Marcus even more angry, and he ordered the refugees to be flogged and put in a prison in the barracks, unless the refugees were willing to admit their mistakes and beg for mercy, they would rather be locked up to death than released. However, these youngsters are also very tough and uncompromising in the face of a strong Marcus.

"It's on fire!"

That night, while asleep, Marcus was awakened by the shouting outside, and he drank a lot of wine at dinner, and at first he thought he was dreaming when he heard the shouting, until his own soldiers rushed in and pushed him awake. He had just put on his clothes and ran out, but as soon as he came out of the door, he was stunned by the sight in front of him.

In the center of the barracks, more than a dozen flames burst out, some of them were weak, and some of them were already in flames, dyeing the night sky red.

"A bunch of idiots, how did you find out about the fire. ”

Seeing the fire get out of control, Marcus stomped his feet in a hurry.

"This..."

The soldiers thought to themselves that you, the regiment commander, had drunk too much and slept and expected his subordinates to do their duty, but he didn't dare to say it.

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and organize people to put out the fire!"

Marcus also knows that now is not the time to hold accountable, and that putting out fires is the priority. In fact, there was no need for him to order, the mercenaries were already under the leadership of the ministers, carrying wooden sticks and basins to fight the fire.

After the Flying Eagle Mercenary Regiment entered Iron Pine Town, it used the camp left by the original militia group, and the houses in the camp were all built of iron pine, which is rich in grease and extremely flammable, and it is difficult to extinguish once the fire starts, and the temperature of the fire is very high, and the firefighters cannot approach it at all. If Deputy Commander Burns hadn't led the team into Capra Mountain, with the ability of his high-level water magician and the assistance of several other magicians, he might have been able to stop the fire from spreading, but now the mercenaries could only sigh and be helpless.

Seeing that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the flames of many houses were already connected together, and they were rapidly expanding to the periphery, and it was impossible to extinguish it at all, Marcus could only give the order to retreat. The camp burned down, and it can be rebuilt when it comes back, anyway, there are free refugees to use, but the mercenaries under his command cannot be damaged by fighting fires.

"Whoosh... Sou... Whoosh..."

Just as the soldiers of the Flying Eagle Mercenary Regiment walked to the gate of the camp one by one, a sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded in the night sky, like a whistle blown by the Grim Reaper, and one by one feathered arrows flew in from outside the camp under the cover of night, shooting at the unprepared mercenaries.

"Ahh Yes... Ahh

A terrible scream was heard, and the barracks immediately flew flesh and blood, and the mercenaries fell in pieces.

"Enemy attack! Shield defense. ”

"Archers fight back!"

The ministers, who reacted, began to give orders for combat. The mercenary archers began to shoot feathered arrows outside the camp, but this aimless shooting had no effect and would instead provoke a stronger counterattack from the enemy. Most of the mercenaries who retreated in a hurry did not carry shields, and in the dark night, they could not dodge the attacks of the feather arrows by their ears alone, so they could only flee in all directions. But the enemy outside the camp seemed to have night vision eyes, and wherever the mercenaries fled, their bows and arrows would be aimed at wherever they went, and they continued to reap life mercilessly.

The mercenaries, who had already lost order because of the firefighting, suddenly became even more chaotic, and many people even turned around and ran backwards, in order to avoid the dense rain of arrows that followed, everyone chose to hide in a sheltered place. But soon the flying arrows turned into rockets, igniting more buildings in the barracks, and the formed mercenaries were scattered everywhere by the flames, unable to form combat effectiveness at all.

"Brothers, don't mess around. ”

The regiment commander Marcus came to the vicinity of the camp gate under the protection of his own soldiers, and his personal soldiers were of good quality and were able to do not mess in the face of danger, which played a certain role in stabilizing the morale of the army.

"Who's out there?"

Marcus called the regiment above the battalion commander to the front and held an impromptu standing meeting, he asked as he waved his horsewhip. But the officers, you look at me, I look at you, look at each other, and no one can answer.

"A bunch of rubbish, who didn't even know the identity of the enemy. ”

Seeing the dazed and ignorant appearance of his subordinates, Marcus was half angry and kicked them a few times, telling them to reorganize their team.

"Kill"

Without waiting for the reorganization of the Flying Eagle Mercenary Regiment, there was a sudden shout of killing at the gate of the barracks, and a team was killed in the dark, rushing towards the gate of the barracks.

"Brothers, come on!"

The officer near the camp gate saw the enemy coming, and hurriedly ordered the mercenaries to come forward to meet the enemy, he hoped to use the narrow terrain at the camp gate to block the enemy and give the team behind more time to regroup. But as soon as the mercenaries rushed forward, they were greeted by a rain of arrows, shooting them all over the place.

"Shoot me!"

The mercenaries hurriedly counterattacked with bows and arrows, but the enemy took out wooden shields from behind them and blocked all the bows and arrows, and before the mercenaries could start the second round of shooting, the two teams had already collided.

The leading senior swordsman, jumped up, jumped high, and when he fell, the human sword was one, first splitting the mercenary of an intermediate swordsman in front of him, and then the long sword swung, where the sword blade passed, there was a crisp sound of "clanging", and the weapons in the hands of the mercenaries were broken into two, and the long sword in the hands of the senior swordsman was actually a sharp weapon that sharpened iron like clay.

Before the mercenaries could react from their shock, the enemy had already swarmed up, instantly shattering their defensive formation.

One side has been planning for a long time and morale is like a rainbow, while the other side is panicked and demoralized, and the situation is one-sided when they meet.

Under the leadership of the high-ranking swordsman, the enemy was overwhelmed, and the mercenaries were defeated and retreated, seeing that the camp gate was lost.

"Hold it off for me!"

At the critical moment, Marcus once again led his own soldiers to catch up, and he gave an order, and the captain of his personal soldiers led his men to form a defensive formation, taking over the defeated mercenary forwards and blocking the enemy at the gate of the camp.

The strength of the captain of the pro-soldier is not weak, and he is also a high-level swordsman, and his body that rushed to the front turned into a ball of yellow light, stopping the high-level swordsman who was the leader of the enemy, and a fierce battle immediately broke out between the two people.

The other party's senior swordsman saw the opponent, not only was not afraid, but the morale was high, he shouted, the long sword in his hand turned into yellow lightning, and the wind and rain launched an offensive towards the captain of the pro-soldiers, after a violent fighting strangulation, the pro-soldier captain staggered back under the opponent's mountain-like offensive, seeing that he couldn't resist, fortunately, at this time, the two intermediate swordsmen's subordinates caught up, and the three of them joined forces to form a gold, two silver, and three sword qi could stop the opponent.

The high-ranking swordsman led by him was stopped, and the enemy's offensive suddenly stalled, and the personal soldiers behind immediately followed, and the battle between the two sides at the gate of the camp became unprecedentedly fierce. Blood quickly stained the camp red, and the camp gate had become the centerpiece of contention between the warring sides. However, as the battle continued, the ferocity of the enemy made Marcus's own soldiers feel the pressure as well, and the battle line began to slowly move back.

"Those who retreat will be killed. ”

After Marcus slashed a few retreating mercenaries, he carried a blood-dripping sword to force the mercenaries to join the defensive battle at the camp gate, and the originally shaky defense line immediately stabilized again.

Marcus finally breathed a sigh of relief, although the enemy's attack was fierce, but it seemed that the number was not large, although Marcus still did not know who the enemy on the opposite side was, but it was certain that there was no large-scale army near Iron Pine Town. Therefore, as long as the existing strength of more than 4,000 troops of the Flying Eagle Mercenary Group can restore its combat effectiveness, it can completely block the enemy, or even turn defeat into victory. And the most important thing now is time, the mercenaries have been gathered together from different directions around the fire under the orders of the commander, and those who did not have weapons before or lost them are regaining their weapons. As long as they can hold on for another twenty minutes, the reorganized mercenaries will regain their combat effectiveness, and the Flying Eagle Mercenary Group will regain the initiative.