"It's now!" Valletta roared, and a stream of green acid flooded the gap in Benghazi's walls.

The dozens of Ottoman soldiers who stormed the castle were completely covered with acid pressed from both directions at once.

"Ah!!h

"Ah, the star .......... The month is ....... ahh

The Ottoman soldiers, who were directly covered in acid, died before they had time to scream, and the screaming soldiers were outside the castle, overwhelmed by the walls.

The acid mist spewed by Delia not only killed the dozens of enemies who rushed in, but also corroded and collapsed the already crumbling city wall, causing dozens of soldiers under the city wall to be suppressed.

"Good!" However, in the face of such heavy casualties, the commander of the encircling army was not angry, but happy, and he finally waited for this trick that had always worried him to appear, "The enemy has run out of skills, everyone rush with me!" ”

He had been alternating orders between the Yenisiri and the local Ottoman forces to attack in waves, and he relied on the degree of enemy resistance to determine where the limits of the defenders were, and this time the attack wave was entirely composed of local troops, and not a single soldier of the Yenisiri army was corrupted.

Although the collapsed wall caused some of the Janisseri soldiers who were preparing to follow up to be overwhelmed, the Benghazi fortress was not very high, and the acid corrosion caused the collapse was not very fast, so most of the soldiers avoided it in time.

Valletta glanced at Bursa and the densely packed inscription-like thing in her hand, cracked and seemingly ready to shatter into stone at any moment.

Was it his delusion just now, or did two female priests really appear, and then there were two extremely powerful acid mist?

The strength of this Fischer priest can only be said to be very strong, but this treasure is worthy of the "town country" or "protector country" of a powerful kingdom.

How powerful is the Fischer family?

But the next moment, Valletta gave up on those thoughts. What's the use of that?

'The Spaniard of Nyima, the treacherous Marquis of Bazin! God will despise you! He cursed in his heart.

Although he understood that the Knights Hospitaller were only the emperor's domain, and the ports of Tripoli and Benghazi were only the emperor's domain, he was still angry.

He had to admit that he had failed.

Although the resistance was successful, although the strategy was correct, although the soldiers were heroic.

But after a couple of violent charges. The defenders of the Knights Hospitaller still couldn't hold the walls.

"Retreat!" Delia's counterattack was only a chance to retreat, and she yelled at the defenders, "The main tower is a stone building, you can hold on, we retreat." ”

Even at this point, Delia still had no distractions, and she was satisfied with dying for her beliefs.

Although I can't say goodbye to my uncle and Wu Xin, it's a pity. But isn't this the best outcome I was looking forward to when I joined the Knights Hospitaller?

Of course, before she died, she had to continue to fight, retreat to a place where she could take a breather, and then pray for all the defenders to die.

However, the retreat was not so easy.

They were eventually divided and surrounded by the Ottoman army, with most of the largest French group retreating into the main tower, and the rest being pressed into the last few stone houses.

For the Knights Hospitaller, the retreat to the houses was tragic.

Many knights and midshipmen, on the one hand, were reluctant to be pursued by the enemy and die on the run. On the one hand, he didn't think that there would be any chance to continue the street fighting, and took the initiative to assume the responsibility of the palace. This gave the others some time to escape.

But that doesn't seem like a good thing, as the battle looks completely hopeless.

The knights and apprentices died, and Delia fled with a few of the English minions and a few ordinary soldiers, while she herself carried Joel, who could no longer move, and finally retreated into a warehouse. It is also one of the few stone buildings in the port of Benghazi.

There were less than ten of them, and none of them were unharmed.

The young servants were in pain and fear, and some of them had begun to sob, and even the stronger little Terry was looking at Delia blankly. Expect this last knight to save them.

"What are you doing behind my back...... Don't even give me that magic spell......... "Joel's breath was dying, he had just been hit in the face by an enemy's long hammer, most of his teeth were gone, and half of his face was smashed, "That magic should be given to this young man." ”

He was referring to little Terry, a teenager who was tough in defensive battles and much better than his peers.

But little Terry didn't have any emotions at all, whether it was Delia not giving him magic or old Joel's praise didn't mean anything to him, he just sat down on the ground and said softly, "Isn't it the same for anyone." ”

"As long as we have God in our hearts, we will be victorious." Delia still insisted on boosting morale, she took out a bottle of ointment exchanged from Alpha and gave it to little Terry, "This ointment can stop bleeding and build muscle, and it works quickly, it can be effective in half an hour, you wipe yourself." ”

"Half an hour?" Little Terry showed a barely smiling expression, and even Xiao Hucong, who had just entered the battlefield, could see that his life would end in ten minutes.

"Joel and I will withstand it, and the enemy is tired and won't attack soon." Delia switched back to her hammer and shield, which was more suitable for the current terrain, "There will be half an hour." ”

Little Terry looked at Delia, she was still so serious, and in return for the long-term care of this big sister knight, he finally took the ointment and applied it to himself.

Delia took out the oil bottle she had with her and began to oil her mace in earnest.

Her quietness and determination are very powerful forces, and many of her followers have followed suit and begun to maintain their weapons.

However, Joel knew that all this was meaningless, strength was a relative concept, and in the face of a hundredfold siege of enemies, no matter how strong Delia's psychological construction was, it would not be of much use.

He looked at the room full of servants who were not much older than his daughter, and finally decided to say to Delia, "Things have come to this point, I think we should consider other strategies?" ”

Joel and Wu Xin have been through so many battles together. I have learned some of the ways of speaking of the handsome warlock.

However, this kind of detour is all too familiar to Delia.

"Other strategies?" Delia raised those beautiful eyes and stared at Joel tightly, "What strategy?" ”

Her body tensed, her strong arms tensed, and the old fisherman knew that if he spoke out, he would probably face her heavy punches.

In a flash. He flinched slightly, although he had experienced many battles, but he only fought with Wu Xin and Deliya every time, he obeyed management, never caused trouble, and never asked superfluous questions.

Wu Xin and Delia had indeed shown their abilities in their past missions, and the old fisherman had become accustomed to obeying their authority.

Especially Delia, she is strong and conceited, full of honor and sense of mission. The most important thing is that she is a priest of God, and she is very pious, if not a woman, almost a Hirek believer who has lived surrounded by pagans for a long time, the most anticipated and ideal leader.

Although it was time to die, Joel was still extremely awe-inspiring to the authority of the priestess, but he could not watch so many young people die for empty ideals, even noble beliefs were not worth it. At least, Joel didn't think it was worth it.

His physical strength had subsided to the extreme. However, his mind was surprisingly sober, and while recalling how Wu Xin dealt with Delia, he organized the words: "The Xingyue Sect is still relatively lenient towards young surrenderers, and these children can declare their conversion to the Xingyue Sect, and it is very likely that they will not be demoted to paddling slaves, as long as they do not become paddling slaves. There's always a chance to escape, and I'm too old to be a dark, damp paddle anymore, so I'll die here with you, Delia. It is truly an honor for me to die with one of God's most devout shepherds. ”

He said it quite forcefully. And it's not for herself to survive, even Delia can't have a seizure.

"Nope! We will not say that dirty oath and will not give up on God! However, Delia did not speak, but little Terry spoke, and he reversed his low voice and said in an impassioned tone, "This is not what an English nobleman would do, and I cannot disgrace the family!" ”

His father was just a knight, and he said that the nobles were reluctant, but little Terry had a great sense of honor.

"Good boy! Good boy! "This is the reward of Delia's long efforts, and she has led by example in Malta, taking care of and guiding these young people, and at last she has turned them into the same stupidity as she is (the old fisherman Joel thought in a moment).

Delia regretted in her heart that she should have given the last magic and ointment to this young man, and Joel had disappointed her.

Led by little Terry, the remaining young servants also shouted for their dedication to God, and young people always do.

And most of those soldiers can't understand their Latin, and the few who can understand it don't have any reaction, they are all adults, and even if they surrender, most of them will have to be paddled slaves, and there will not be many people interested in this kind of surrender condition.

Delia took out the manuscript of the Chosen Pope and placed it on Terry Jr.'s forehead, then closed her eyes and began to pray: "When you trust in God, God is your shield and your glory, and He makes you lift up your head and hold your head high, and you need not be afraid of thousands of heretics........."

Delia's prayer inspired others, from young servants to middle-aged soldiers, to follow her in prayer, even the native soldiers who did not know Latin.

Their prayers were so loud that they even resonated with the other defenders in the castle.

Joel despaired of the situation.

The Ottoman offensive had stopped for a while, and the next wave was coming.

Such a prayer would inevitably make the enemy the first target of the warehouse, which did not matter, but the point was that it would lead to an even more brutal disposition of the prisoners.

"Thy name and love be exalted, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in the highest throne among men............."

Eventually, however, Joel did not offer to surrender again, but instead joined the final chant.

…………

When Wu Xin entered the Benghazi castle, his mood was not very high, although he released some water to give the enemy a chance to react. But he still wanted to be able to capture as many prisoners as possible.

The reaction of the new army of the Yenisiri was swift, and his outflanking was not able to catch the main forces of the enemy.

The commander unceremoniously left the local Ottoman troops behind, did not tell them that the resistance had failed, and allowed them to be routed and captured by Wu Xin, giving the Janisseri soldiers a chance to escape.

Wu Xin's troops were really limited, and a large amount of supplies were left in the camp close to the castle. His troops are needed to ensure.

Eventually, most of the Janisseri soldiers who attacked the castle managed to escape, some with enough camels to the east, some more successfully, they boarded two supply ships anchored in the port area of Benghazi, and then began to sail east.

"Your Highness, we should continue the pursuit!" Despite his injuries, Cassano insisted on continuing to fight, "at least those enemies who fled by land might be partially captured!" ”

"The desert is the worst chasing field." Wu Xin shook his head. He would not throw his precious infantry into such a dangerous pursuit, after they experienced this victory, the veterans were more tenacious, and the recruits were initially baptized, Wu Xin was reluctant, and those nomadic cavalry Wu Xin could not command, they were all busy capturing prisoners, soldiers of these local troops. It was a good slave for the nomads, "we just hold on to the supplies that the enemy has abandoned." Let the desert help me kill the fleeing enemies. ”

Wu Xin expected one-sixth to one-quarter of the enemy to die on the way back to Alexandria, which was already an extremely low percentage.

If Wu Xin fails, then he will soon be besieged by the nomadic tribes on the road, and it would be nice to have a third of them return to the port of Tripoli alive.

But Wu Xin really can't chase, his strength has reached the limit.

All the way from the port of Benghazi, in pursuit of speed and suddenness. Ensuring that the enemy in Alexandria would not react, Wu Xin marched at high speed all the time.

As a result, Wu Xin lost a lot of pack beasts, and although this enemy was mainly supplied by sea, there were still many camels and horses that Wu Xin could use.

Wu Xin had to capture these camel beasts, as well as the grain crops, in order to regain the ability to march.

Of course, Wu Xin doesn't have to do this work himself. Kessler had already taken Yara with him as his clerk to register and sort the spoils.

The handsome warlock can enter the ruined Benghazi castle to the cheers of the defenders.

They cheered that Wu Xin was their Savior, an apostle of God.

In the cheers, mixed with the loudest praise.

He quickly followed the compliments and found the excited Delia.

"God forbid! God loves us! ”

"Cesare, you are a messenger of God!"

At this moment, Wu Xin didn't care about anything, he knew that all this glory had nothing to do with Ciric, but he also knew that it was precisely because of his own delay that these people were so catastrophic for the rest of their lives.

Although this is a necessary delay, a necessary price, he has a clear conscience, but he does sympathize with the regret for those who could have survived.

Wu Xin gave Di Liya a hug, and then said softly: "Although I have experienced a long way, I have finally come over." ”

………….

The leader of the Ottoman army, who got on the boat, did not sigh, as did his men.

Despite their failures, they did not despair.

Of course, the commander does have a headache, he doesn't know how to choose, whether to shoulder the responsibility for defeat, and expects Sultan Xurem to come to his rescue, or to take refuge in Sultan Mysdra, and push the defeat on Sultan Xurem's unreliable messenger.

It's a tough choice.

One thing is certain, though, that he can't tell Prince Baziyed about his troubles directly, but that he should try to get supplies from him and attack the port of Benghazi again as soon as possible.

The castle has been broken, and it will not be repaired in a short time, and they will be able to win if they return quickly with reinforcements.

Maybe they can also destroy the enemies in the port of Tripoli.

"Boom!"

However, the next moment, a skull suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the ship.

At the same time, there was a whirring sound in the air, as if huge wings were flapping.

The Ottoman soldiers looked up in unison, looking at the incredible creatures above their heads.

"Hurry up, you one, I'll one." Galilei's voice rang in Sazastan's ears. (To be continued.) )