The tug of war sounded at the moment when the sun was setting, and the horns and drums of the charge woke the earth from its silence.

The galloping horses and footsteps resounded between the canyons and the mountains, and the birds and beasts all retreated.

Humans are the rulers of this world after all, and even the dragons have never bothered the arrogant soldiers on both sides.

"Kill—"

The only roar on the battlefield, the Nords, the Bretons, and many of the Redguards who participated in the war, perhaps because of faith, or perhaps forced, in short, they were clearly completely mixed together.

It was like two sharp black tips, mixed with smoke and dust, quickly impacting the opposite side on the ground, and the first to clash was naturally the light cavalry.

The weight of the armor and the lightness of the horses allowed them to quickly engage the opposing enemy, and the 10,000 cavalry in the snowy city and the 30,000 soldiers of the Stormcloak fought together quickly.

"Buzz"

The sound of tens of thousands of bowstrings pulling apart made the air stop, and the clouds covered the sun like a black cloud that was speeding by.

"Raise your shield!"

In the crunching sound, someone either fell off the horse, was dragged out by the stirrup of the horse that was still running forward, or was shot down and dismounted under the gravity of the shield.

There is no need to look for the falling figure, in such a 10,000-person charging formation, once the horse falls, even if it is not the opponent's sharp arrows, it will be trampled into flesh by the companions who are constantly pouring in from behind.

The screams could only be like the occasional beating of strange notes, quickly covered by the sound of war drums and shouts of killing, and the array that sprinted at the front was in danger of being killed at the first charge. But it's also because of the speed advantage. You can dodge bows and arrows that fall like a parabola.

"Kill—"

Ireles had already jumped off the walls. She is the commander of this group of cavalry, this black elf is wrapped in silver armor at the moment, and her sharp eyes can't see the weakness of women at all, although she is a daughter, but she is also a brave warrior.

The distance was getting closer, the roar of the earth had overshadowed everything, and the sword in Ireles' hand pointed straight ahead, and the cavalry on either side was like two sharp spears. Quickly hid her queue into the middle of the hinterland.

"Qiang"

The two huge arrows collided together, but there was no violent impact, and the sound of the steel clash instantly drowned out the shouting of killing.

The formation at the front of the team collided directly and stiffly, and before even the weapons could be swung, they were already covered by the huge momentum, and even the horses' bodies were smashed into pieces.

It's a collision of power and power, a spear-to-spear impact.

For the Nords, only such a hedge of flesh and long sword can make them feel the boiling of blood.

According to common sense, Xueman should stick to the city wall. But in order to be able to boost morale, this first round of shock is a must.

Stormcloak's Fist of Stone Gamal is just as brave. The off-white cloak hunts in the wind, and a broken horn on the helmet announces his glorious achievements in battle.

"Drink!"

A soldier flew up with a spear in his hand and stabbed directly into Gamal's body, whose weapon had just been swung out, and when he turned around, the soldier saw a pair of fierce eyes like a wild beast.

With a loud roar, the guards of Snow Man City only felt that the sky was spinning, and the spear in his hand seemed to be shocked, and he almost escaped from his hand.

Just as he was about to grasp the weapon, Stone Fist Gamal had already caught his weapon with one hand, and took his body into his arms, blasting out with a punch.

"Bang"

As if breaking a watermelon, the blood-red mist rose up in the sky, the so-called stone fist, has proved the great strength and strength of his hands, with the attack power of the fist can directly smash the opponent's head, it is enough to see that the name of the Gamal stone fist is by no means in vain.

"Ahh

Gamal grabbed the headless corpse and raised it with one hand to spin wildly in the sky, a roar proving his bravery and at the same time intimidating the Xueman soldiers who were preparing to sneak attack.

"Give it back to you!"

With a roar, Gamal threw the corpse in his hand into the snowy sprinting formation, and then several soldiers who approached were overturned by the corpse.

The offensive of the impact has stalled, and the formation in the rear is constantly opening, and at this time the cold arrows can no longer play a role, and they can only engage in hand-to-hand combat with short combat.

Gamal had a giant axe in his hand, and every time he touched a body, he would not stop for a moment, and the weapon was constantly knocked away, and a circular clearing was quickly killed near Gamal's body.

Similarly, in the queue on the side of the leader, Ireles was not as brave as Gamal, but the long sword in his hand was like a dragon, and he was no less than killing the soldiers of the Storm Cloak.

The knowledgeable soldiers had gradually withdrawn from the vicinity of the two, and the leaders of the two teams were obviously red-eyed.

There are also many travelers involved, and naturally the aim is the head of the leader Gamal, and a head can be exchanged for 1,500 points, which is a common sense that every traveler knows.

"Whoosh"

A cold arrow hit Gamal's back shoulder with great precision, and the cold arrow wounded people in the chaotic crowd obviously did not care about the lives of his comrades beside him.

Gamal glanced at the arrow on his shoulder, sneered and broke it with one hand, as if he was unconscious and continued to fight, and a man beside him had already sensed the direction of the cold arrow, and the army wandered away like a ghost, several sideways, the steel knives and chains in their hands flew and approached the sneak attack traveler.

The sneak attacker was stunned at first, and then roared and pounced, he could see that this person's identity should also be a traveler, and the Nords would not use such a strange weapon.

But he clearly underestimated the strength of this comer, and the chain flung the dagger like a flying mark, and a shudder had already pierced his body from his back.

The flying body fell heavily to the ground, no longer moving forward. These Travelers are apparently Travelers from the enemy camp who have been sent to protect their own leaders.

It was also in the gap of this moment. Another snowy traveler took advantage of the gap to sneak up on the attack. The sphirling plate axe cut off the head of the man holding the chain tag directly from the rear.

The chaotic battle is constantly staged, and this is just a silhouette of it, and in more blade battles, corpses are constantly piling up.

In the camp of the Storm Cloak, Jorev looked into the distance, and his thin figure made it difficult for him to get rid of his obscene look even if he put on the battle armor, but in the camp of the Storm Cloak. No one dared to underestimate the military advisor that Ufrik relied on the most.

"Barruff's determination seems to be greater than he imagined, it seems that he wants to count on the support of the Empire, heh, a beast is a beast after all, even if he has gathered his weapons from the battlefield, can't he forget this habit of fighting bravely?

Then give him a good lesson, Larov, is the catapult ready? “

As Joreve's words fell, a blond-haired Larov appeared at his side in light blue armor, his palm fluttering softly twice in midair.

The sound of wheels rolling on the ground could be heard from behind. Several wurmians wearing hooded cloaks slowly pulled a huge chariot out of the rear, and the top was already filled with various incendiary items.

The speed of movement is slow though. But the damage that this giant weapon can bring can be guessed at a glance.

The periphery of Xueman City is a barrier formed of steel, and it is obviously not possible to break through it directly in a moment and a half, but this kind of catapult can completely cross that barrier and directly smash into the residential areas of Xueman City, and even Longxiao Palace may appear in the shooting city.

"Put!"

"Whoosh"

A neat row of catapults lined up, drawing a parabola of thick black smoke in the sky like a meteor rain.

The pungent smell was unbearable for the Wurmians who were dragging their chariots nearby, but just as they were about to wipe it, the sound of a leather whip sounded behind them.

These Argonians have a very low status, their habits are timid and cowardly, but they are good at lies, and their lizard-like heads and human bodies make them discriminated against by pure humans.

But Ufric was clearly a natural military talent, and he would never waste such a servitude, and although it might be difficult to let them fight and kill the enemy, it was still possible to play the role of some coolies.

All it takes is a human guard, and these Argonians don't dare to rise up to the psychology of rebellion.

Huge incendiary objects streaked through the sky, falling on the snowy city and burning thick black smoke, the moment the war began, there were still most of the residents in the snowy city, and the institutions hid in their houses, but they still could not avoid suffering from the poison of war.

Life was worthless at this moment, the bodies of the wanderers were everywhere, and the once crowded downtown area had long been deserted, except for the poor little girl who fell into a permanent slumber on the side of the street.

Those who fell in the blood of war were ruthlessly, innocently and cruelly wiped out before they could see the light of hope, and many of them did not even know what war meant.

When war comes, the truth is the first victim, like a blooming feast of death, constantly reaping the traces of life.

The prerequisite for war is that militancy is the only virtue and peace is the only shame, and from the moment you go to the battlefield, this truth is deeply embedded in the psychology of every charging soldier.

There is no need to think anymore, it is enough to pick up the weapon and stab him accurately into the enemy's chest, and the only thing left in his eyes is the enemy's skin is the best consolation.

The death of comrades-in-arms, the sorrow of relatives, all this is enough to make people lose their minds, their brains are blank, only blood can make people recover a trace of reason, but this trace of reason is even more crazy and bloodthirsty.

The great problems of our time cannot be solved by speeches and resolutions, but only by iron and blood.

Perhaps this was the moment when Ufrik shattered Toig and the High King with his roar, and determined the leitmotif of the era.

War satisfies, or has satisfied, man's aggressive instincts, but it also satisfies man's desire for plunder, destruction, and brutal discipline and tyranny.

The conspirators were covered with the bodies of countless innocents, and they stood on this hill overlooking the war-torn land.

Adolf kicked the fallen corpse next to him, the Nord with an arrow stuck in his right arm. Before dying. It seems that he is still fighting with his left hand. His face was a little hideous, but his body was already stiff.

Such a scene can be called quite spectacular even in the apostolic space, and there is an appreciative smile on the corner of his mouth, and he seems to be quite happy with this scene.

The first moment was terrifying. There is nothing more pitiful than a frightened crowd. They rushed to get their weapons.

They cried and ran, and many fell. These strong men who were attacked did not know what they were doing, they themselves shot each other.

Some frightened people ran out of the house. Ran into the house again, ran out again, and scurried around in the middle of the battle at a loss.

The family was shouting to each other, and it was a tragic battle, and even the women and children were involved. Whizzing cannonballs trailed long rays of light through the darkness.

Barruff may have been a very brave warrior, and he had no shortage of command on the battlefield, but he ignored the living forces in the residential areas, and if one person organized them, it would be at least a considerable motley army.

But that doesn't mean that if Barruff doesn't do something, others will turn a deaf ear.

"Stop. What are you going to do in such a panic? ”

Standing above the city gate, the figure of a young girl stood in the wind. The hair was tied into a neat ponytail that coiled from both sides of the head to the back of the head.

Dressed in a purple aristocratic attire to prove her identity, the baron of Snowman City stepped forward at this moment.

"Lord Baron."

Someone shouted, but more people continued to run at a loss, and C.C. didn't need to say more, Lydia, who was already ready, stood in front of the men who fled first, with a long sword in hand.

"Puff Puff"

"Ahh

With the blood soaring, corpses fell to the ground.

"Lord Baron has an order, all the men take up arms, put on armor, and go to the outer city wall to support, and those who dare to retreat will be killed!"

Lydia is indeed a heartfelt squire, and as long as C.C.'s order is given, even if she attacks the lord, she will never frown.

It was the custom of the Nords that when they swore allegiance to a certain person, even if they had been employers, they had no more to do with it.

At this moment, Lydia waved the long sword in his hand and instantly took off the heads of the three men, and the crowd behind him who was about to flee fell into horror for a moment, and hesitated and did not dare to step forward.

This beautiful baron is not just pretty, her determination to kill is vividly displayed at this moment.

"Tell me, what will happen to your family if you run away?

Tell me, where is he, Lord?

Tell me, flee from here, where will you flee when the bloodthirsty beasts of the Stormcloak pursue the next city?

Tell me, is your once proud Nord faith, and the rhetoric of calling yourself a Nord warrior, just a lie to deceive the love of ignorant maidens? “

The sound of the wind, the roar of the battlefield, mixed with the flickering of flames, flickered the girl's handsome face flickering brightly and darkly.

Standing here was originally a kind of courage, but at this moment, this woman with the title of baron was standing on the high platform without fear, carrying out pre-war encouragement.

This is the courage of ordinary people, even if it is a man, how many people dare to choose to go to such a position at this moment?

Faced by C.C.'s series of questions, the Nord men's faces lowered in shame, as if the smoke of the gunfire in their ears was no longer so bright and flickering.

Even the heart that was originally a little scared and beating wildly had a trace of peace.

"Yes, you can escape, flee to a place that no one knows, and keep your name incognito, and you can continue to deceive the next ignorant maiden with lies like the Nord warriors, and you can compete with your thick arms in the tavern every day.

But can your conscience be appeased? Will the children and wives of those spirits in heaven hate Jiuquan?

You can flee to the mountains and forests to live the life of bandits and robbers, but what about your family?

Maybe one day your bounty will be hung on the city walls, and you can tell me out loud that this is the path chosen by an adventurer, but what about your family?

You thought the people in the Stormcloak would easily let your family go? Do you think this escape is the best consolation?

Then I'll tell you, no.

Wake up and look at the means of those storm cloaks, how they treat their captives?

Your wives will be the playthings of others, your possessions will be plundered by others, and your children and grandchildren will be enslaved forever like oxen, like horses, or even animals.

Tell me, is this what you want?

If you don't dare, you're silent, you don't want to, then I'll say, this is your home, this is the most beautiful memory that has been left for you, here is your family that you must protect, man, stand up for me, and use your chest to resist the cold wind and sword outside.

If you still want me to admit that you are brave Nords, then I give you one last chance now, which is to escape? Or is it a war?

I don't guarantee that you will survive, but I promise that you will not lose your last dignity. “

After speaking, the girl waved the steel knife in her hand, cut off the green silk at one end, and cut the invention, a woman still has such courage, and the blood of these Nords was completely stimulated.

"Let's go, let's go kick the butt of the Rotten Storm Cloak."

"Ulfrick's head, I'm asking for it!"

In the midst of such a roar, one by one the men put down their luggage and rushed to the battlefield, C.C. looked at everything with a cold face.

"Sister, this girl is born to be an orator, my old Wei is full of blood when she says this, if you don't know her purpose, I'm afraid she will sell her and count her money."

Wei Dongxu smashed his mouth with a frightened look.

C.C.'s actions have been explained to them in detail in advance, in order for the Silver Hand to accurately assassinate Krako, the less living forces in the city as possible, and because of the points, they must ensure that Snow City can resist for an extra second.

The longer the battle drags on, the better it will be for them.

"Let's go, it's our turn."

Tifa tied a red rope around her arm, perhaps this rope would bring her good luck, pulled out her fighting gloves, and finished arranging, and the next moment they would be in the middle of the complicated battle.

The fame of the war scythe is about to rise. (To be continued......)

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Although I am a year older, I have also received a lot, even if it is only you who are steadfast supporters, I am already very satisfied, thank you.

An hour later, the update continues, go crazy to the end.