Harry Kane began to arrange for the militia to remove the dead bodies of their enemies and his own people from the walls.

The corpses were placed at the base of the walls of the city, and they were arranged in rows along the walls.

The dead were counted, the bodies of the dead militia were handed over to the old Sir, who was in charge of the post-war pension, and the families in the city would come to claim the remains of their loved ones and take away a bounty.

The battle ended in the second half of the night.

Most of the corpses died under the city, some were stoned to death, some were killed by crossbow arrows, and some were torn open all over their bodies, and their flesh and blood were blurred, and the death was extremely miserable.

Harry Kane began to count early in the morning how many people had left the world on that bleak night yesterday.

The eyes of the hounds, on the other hand, stared at the festering corpses beneath the city.

The body of a soldier in White Harbor still bears traces of sharp claws, which are the paw prints of a lion, and the claws have been lifted into his abdomen, bringing out the internal organs.

There were also some people who could not see the slightest scar on their bodies, but their heads had been pierced deep holes.

The eye sockets are deeply sunken, and the eyeballs cannot be seen.

The hound slowly moved his gaze, and the culprit of last night's killing spree was standing at the top of the watchtower at the head of the city.

Its eyes are sharp, and it looks down as if it is patrolling its territory.

The 1,000-strong White Harbor army, after the first round of attacks, launched a second attack again, was frightened back by this lion monster with wings and a pointed beak.

The hound imagined the scene.

In the dark night, a fat, powerful monster with a pair of large and powerful wings constantly swooped down from the sky like lightning, turning into a life harvester.

With its powerful claws, it easily tears through the armor of its enemies and grabs the internal organs of its enemies.

Use your sharp beak to peck through your enemy's eyes and pierce through their heads.

"Don't look at it, that's the lord's taming beast, the Gillion Golden Pig. ”

Harry Kane behind him to Sandor Clegane.

Sandor Clegane, the hound, knows about the Lynn family's claim to be the Gripen family, and there are many Gripen flags in the city, and Harry Kane seems to be wearing an Gripen badge.

The corners of the hound's mouth twitched when he heard this, and asked, "Its name is the Golden Pig?"

"Be careful, his arms are all gone, and you won't pick them up? And a few of them over there, just leave those disgusting entrails on the wall and leave them alone? Pack them in a basket and bury them later." ”

Harry Kane finished shouting at a few militiamen in the distance before turning his head and shrugging at the hounds.

"When the golden pig couldn't fly before, it was cute. ”

Sandor Clegane, the hound, stared at the Gripenmon on the watchtower, and had no idea what it would have been like to be cute as a child.

In fact, the golden pig is not big now, and it has only been a few months since the summoned cub is now the majestic adult Gripper beast outside the city.

However, Harry Kane has no concept of growth, for him, the golden pig is a cub when the body is small, and the body is open, that is, the adult beast.

The Golden Pig made a big contribution last night.

The enemies of White Harbor were deterred by it.

The Hound was a powerful samurai, or knight, and as a former Iron Guard, he had always thought that no matter what the enemy looked like, he was not afraid.

But on the watchtower, the Gripenbeast really frightened him yesterday.

The more powerful the force, the more they can feel a strong sense of oppression from this kind of powerful beast.

The Gripen flag of the Fishing Village Harbor Castle is hunting in the sea breeze.

The piercing eyes of the Gripen looked in the direction of the east.

It was the direction of the owner's Lynn's breath, and it could feel it.

Lynn was tearing up the letterhead, and when the letterhead was shredded, he said to the skinny monkey beside him, "You go to White Harbor City and see who is in charge of White Harbor now!"

I wrote three letters a day, saying that there was a shortage of food and that it was temporarily impossible to supply it.

But why did my sentry see his baggage men delivering to the skinner's barracks?

If you are so careless in doing things, do you look down on me!

My horses have pretended to be buried in the ground several times, why don't they come to attack me, I can't wait.

How can you go to the city and find an opportunity to create an incident, preferably so that some vassals in White Harbor City are dissatisfied with the current head of the Mandalay family, and there is no sense of urgency?"

Listening to the lord's babbling words, the thin monkey felt that the adult was impatient to wait.

The Scout Sentinel delivered the latest information.

Lynn sat in the middle barracks, his palm slapping heavily on his thigh.

"What? The skinners had only pushed their army two miles toward us, and now they were encamped on the hill opposite us?"

Lynn's anger welled up in her heart.

The expression on his side is enough, how can that guy Luce Bolton still start to sit firmly on the Diaoyu Tai.

Seeing that Guftava was dozing against the camp gate, Lynn slapped him on the head.

This guy is starting to doze off with boredom, and it looks like he's going to have to find something to do.

Lynn glanced at him, the bronze giant axe that came from the Frey Mansion in Twin River City was not by his side,

"Where's your axe?"

Guftavo Urn touched his head angrily, "My lord, there are so many of yours, who can enter the body now, waiting for rust." ”

I still have a sour taste in it.

Lynn leaned down, "Since your weapons are all rusty, I'll find someone else to do the murder." ”

Hearing this, Han Niu stood up with a grunt.

His eyes lit up as if he wanted to eat people.

"My lord, are you going to send someone out of the camp to kill the enemy?"

Lynn nodded, "Well, I pulled out the skinners outside, and it was annoying to be hanging outside every day." ”

Han Niu grinned, like a shy little girl, and said with a smile: "My lord, let me go, I promise that within a radius of three miles, I will never see a skinning cavalry again." ”

Lynn hurriedly took two steps back, how could a big old man be a deputy daughter when he asked for a fight, and the scalp of the person watching it was numb.

"Where's your bronze axe?"

Watching Han Niu pull out his long and heavy bronze axe from the weapon rack at the gate of the camp as if he were juggling.

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this is just a small emotion of the system soldiers, and it seems that the matter of discarding weapons cannot really happen.

Han Niu rode his horse and led the scout sentry out of the camp, and it took only two hours for him to return.

Lynn smelled a strong smell of blood on Han Niu's body, and his body was covered in blood.

Throwing a sack in front of Lynn, Han Niu jumped down from his horse, put the handle of the great axe on the ground, knelt down on one knee and saluted, saying, "My lord, all three sentry sentries of the Bolton family have been slaughtered, and two of them have escaped far away, and we have lost four sentry cavalry." ”

With that, he waved his hand behind him, and the two sentry knights carried a bulging sack and placed it carefully in front of Lynn.

Lynn glanced at the cow and kicked the sack open.

Soon a dozen heads rolled out of it.

"Okay!

Lynn praised it, but she didn't expect the elite professional gladiator to be so good at the work of the sentinels.

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