Clusters of arrows pierced through the rain and slammed into the castle tower beside Ron, raindrops dripping from the quivering tail feathers.

Ron swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the slippery blood soaked in the rain slid down his cheeks, the cold touch of the metal was quite real, and the corpses that had fallen on the battlements around him, blood mixed with the rain, poured in through the gaps in his boots.

Ron was sure that the girl in front of him was Meria, whether it was the armor on her body or the sword at her waist, she was familiar, the only difference was that the "Meria" in front of her was a stunning girl, not the young man who looked a little thin.

Being stared at tightly by the girl on his body, Ron was somewhat unnatural, coughed lightly, Ron's arms exerted force, gently pushed the girl away, half-squatted on the battlements, poked his head out of the city wall, and the army attacking the city was still the army of the Duchy of Belu wearing gray military uniforms, and in the rain curtain, the explosives bag burning with sparks fell into the crowd below the city with a faint tail flame. The soles of the soldiers' feet stepped on many puddles in the muddy ground under the city, and the muddy water around them poured into it, and some explosive bags rolled down into the puddles, and the fuse was directly extinguished, but there were still many explosive bags that exploded under the battlements, and the dark mud rushed into the air along with the gunsmoke.

Ron's mind moved, and the chakra energy converged into his eyes, outlining the lines of the Sharingan, if all this was an illusion, then he would be able to distinguish it.

But in fact this is not the case.

Every soldier's body burned with normal fighting energy, and it was by no means a collection of the kind of void matter that could be produced in the illusion.

"Cavalry troops, charge!"

At this moment, the "Meria" beside him let out a loud and coquettish sound, the sling on the city gate made a tooth-aching creak, and the drawbridge was slowly lowered.

Ron's face changed, the strength of the city defense army in Yoder Town at that time was not enough to launch a decent counterattack, but if he opened the city gate directly like this, it was tantamount to jumping into the fire pit himself.

Ron was close to the gates, and the moment they opened, she heard the dull sound of horses' hooves coming from behind the battlements, and the whole tower seemed to tremble slightly.

A torrent of steel rushed down the gates of Yod, because of the moat, the cavalry of the Belu were blocked behind, and all the people who participated in the siege were infantry, and in the face of cavalry charges, even if not high-speed cavalry, unless there was specific weaponry and the cover of crossbowmen, the infantry could only be slashed and killed like haystacks on a shooting range.

Ron took a deep breath, the cold air poured into his lungs, it is impossible for Yode Town to have such a powerful cavalry, what happened in front of him is undoubtedly an illusion, but this illusion is extremely real, even if he has a writing wheel, in a short period of time, he has no way to crack it.

There was a sound of slashing and screaming from the city tower, the sound of the blade cutting through the muscles and cutting the blood vessels was clearly audible, and under the cover of the crossbow on the city tower, the Belu soldiers who had crossed the river and logged in did not form any effective resistance at all, and became the most ordinary corpse under the city tower of Yode.

As Ron calmly observed the sudden counterattack, the surrounding scenery changed again, the cold rain disappeared, and his side was no longer a battlement with blood flowing and the smell of blood, but a quaint hut with small area and burning candles.

Ron was no stranger to this house, having tasted Miss Saiana's wine with Merial when he was in Yod.

The red flame of the candle was beating slightly, the mottled shadows on the walls were constantly shaking, Ron's pupils reflected the candlelight, his nostrils twitching slightly, and the room was filled with a faint smell of hollyhocks—it didn't seem to look like artificially ground spices, but more like the body odor of a woman. The charcoal fire in the fireplace made a slight popping sound, and the dark red flame constantly peeled away the ash layer from the charcoal fire.

Ron gently pushed open the blinds—the rain was still pouring over Yod, the long streets were lit with torches, and Ron could faintly hear the noise of the crowd in the distance.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps on the stairs, the sound of leather boots stepping on the wooden plank, and Ron quickly lowered the window and sat down on the stool next to the bed.

There was a tooth-aching creak from the door, and with the help of the light in the room, Ron quickly recognized the comer, exactly as he had thought it would be

Unlike the "Meria" who commanded the army on the castle tower, the current girl changed out of her military uniform and put on a close-fitting dress, her long blue hair was draped over her shoulders, and her body exuded a faint smell of hollyhock, and the girl was holding a sealed high-necked wine bottle in her hand. Ron's Adam's apple slid involuntarily and swallowed a mouthful of saliva - Meria's dress was very much in line with the provincial beauty of Western tastes, the tight long skirt outlined the graceful curves of the girl, and the fullness of the chest was about to come out.

Just when Ron was a little stunned, "Meria" gently put the wine bottle in her hand on the table, and her body fell into Ron's arms, and the body fragrance instantly overflowed Ron's chest.

Ron's breathing became heavy, although he was a two-life person, but in the matter of male and female happiness, he was still very good, and he was addicted to game development in his previous life, and he didn't even talk about his girlfriend, and his body instantly had a physiological instinctive reaction.

Ron's mind kept muttering, all this was an illusion, but the next moment, the girl's plump lips gently pressed his lips, and the fragrant and fiery snort sprayed directly on Ron's face. The touch on his chest made Ron's brain heat up even more.

Ron could even feel his own heartbeat getting faster and faster, the girl's hands were wrapped around his neck like water snakes, and the fragrant kisses fell like raindrops, frantically demanding Ron's response, Ron could feel the growing desire in his body, and there was even a trace of blood in his eyes.

He was also a young man with strong blood, and in the face of such a fatal temptation, Ron wanted to immediately strip the beautiful woman in front of him and indulge himself in the beautiful fireplace fire, but his reason told him that he must not sink into such an illusion.

Ron's arm jerked out of the way of "Meria", who was almost collapsing on top of him, and stood up, reaching out and pressing the hilt of the sword on his waist.

"You're not Merial, who the hell are you?"