The military meeting ended quickly.

It only took a short time for the nobles to agree on the faint sound of the enemy felling in the distance - retreat overnight!

At this time, no matter how long it can be delayed, there can be no luck. If you wait until the enemy builds the tower cart or the reinforcements arrive, it will be too late.

There is no doubt about the route of the retreat.

After all, the most familiar route here is Baron Brian. And in any way, entering the mountains is indeed the best choice to escape the enemy's pursuit in the usual escape.

Only on the issue of commoners, the aristocracy quarreled.

Hugo and Baron Blaine insisted on leading the civilians to retreat together, while the Holy Knights and Viscount Wenger decided that it was impossible and would be a woman's mercy to defend one or two thousand civilians with their current strength.

At most, they agreed to let the civilians run after them when they broke out. But as soon as they broke through the encirclement, they had to hurry away.

As for what will happen to the civilians, it's up to their own luck. As a noble nobleman, being able to do this is already doing his best to those untouchables!

After a fierce argument, the Holy See and Viscount Wenger acquiesced to the plan of taking the civilians with them. The price Hugo and Baron Bryan paid for this was that they would lead part of the cavalry and launch an attack on the enemy's camp during the breakout, so as to attract the forces of the Freyers and ensure the breakthrough of the troops behind them.

As the task progressed, the castle soon became busy. Panicked people emerged from the room and gathered in the corridors and clearings, following the spear-wielding soldiers in a row, each in a group.

The red demon moon stared coldly at the castle in the sky. Torches were burning, and the saddled horses were snorting with their heads and neighing from time to time with their hooves. The chaotic crowd ran silently and bewilderably under the flickering torches, and the soldiers lined up in a row to wait for orders.

When Roy stepped down from the guard tower and came to the castle front yard, the front yard was already crowded.

"Roy, come here!"

Without saying a word, Hugo grabbed Roy's arm and dragged him to the city wall.

On the edge of the city wall, the royal knights who were preparing greeted Roy one after another. Punk led two non-commissioned officers and led a gray Andalusian horse.

"For you!" Punk smiled at Roy and shoved the horse's reins into Roy's hand.

Seeing the knights' sincere smiles, Roy's heart warmed and he took the reins.

The Andalusian horse has always been known for its docility and bravery, and has an excellent ability to take it into the air. Graceful and fast, it is often used in freestyle equestrian shows and dressage, and is one of the most trusted breeds of excellent war horses.

The horse in front of Roy had a long, dark gray mane, slender limbs, and was a tall steed. Led by him quietly and obediently, he knew at a glance that he was a well-trained horse. A horse of this rank, not to mention a small handyman like Roy, could not have it, not even Buck, the first knight of Bollabelle.

Roy put his hand on the horse's face, stroked it twice, and whispered a few words in its ear.

To the surprise of the knights, the gray horse who saw Roy for the first time snorted, shook his head, and put his face on Roy's face affectionately, grinding his ears and temples. Like an old friend for many years.

Punk stammered, "Big head, what did you tell it?"

"Barbarian's horse language," Roy smiled and scratched his hand twice at a certain point on the horse's neck, "I'm making friends with it." ”

Scratched by Roy's hand, the gray horse suddenly let out a long hiss, and looked happy.

"What's its name?" Roy asked.

"Palu. My former spare horse. Hugo next to him stepped forward with a smile and interjected. He pointed to the things on Palu's back and said, "These are for you too!"

Roy turned his head to see Hugo take a riding pistol from Palu's back with a hook, a beautiful one-handed sword of the royal knight's standard, and a food bag wrapped in bacon and bread. A large sheepskin bag of water, a small tin pot of rum, two quivers full of feathered arrows, and even two belts in front of the saddle.

"This thing is for this guy. Hugo pointed to Oliver, who was crouching at his feet, and told him what Roy's belt was doing, and then handed him the riding gun and one-handed sword in his hand. ,

"Will it work?"

"Yes!" Roy took the shiny riding gun.

When you start with a gun, you have a heavy feeling. The slender barrel and sharp tip of the gun make people suddenly have a kind of invincible sharpness of galloping horses and guns.

Although he can't cultivate his fighting spirit, he will gain a lot of combat skills. In addition to the combat skills of the Bollabel knights who he secretly learned on weekdays, he didn't let go of Hugo's shooting techniques today.

Becoming a knight requires the cultivation of fighting spirit, but as a non-commissioned officer, whether you have fighting spirit or not is not absolute. As long as there are war horses and riding spears, there is also a strong impact. With bows and arrows, roaring back and forth, the combat effectiveness and survivability are ten times stronger!

"After a while, I lead the team to charge the enemy camp, and you and Punk escort the team. Hugo patted Roy on the shoulder, and in his tone he already thought he was a member of the royal knights.

After speaking, without waiting for Roy to speak, Hugo beckoned several non-commissioned officers to turn around and leave.

At this moment, he was wearing black demonic armor with a pullover chain mail inside, and he looked much more burly. When he turned to go, Long Xiang walked with a tiger, holding the hooded helmet in one hand, and pointing to the front and talking to the non-commissioned officers next to him with the other, the wide one-handed sword scabbard slapped against the shin armor and crackled.

Roy stared at Hugo's back, his rifle clenched in his hand.

Everyone knows that the attack on the enemy camp is nine deaths. But Hugo didn't shirk it from beginning to end.

Although his identity is not as noble as those noble knights from famous families, his martial arts strength is only ordinary in the world of knights, and his cultivation, etiquette, speech and demeanor are far worse than those people. But this heroic blood made him look far taller than those papal knights. More like a real knight!

In the castle, everyone is busy preparing. The whole scene looked chaotic and tense.

Roy led his horse and walked outside the cattle pen, watching as he walked as the people gathered under the shouting of the soldiers with torches.

"Little confused. ”

Walking past the end of a civilian queue, Roy was suddenly grabbed by the arm.

Looking back, it was Aunt Mary.

"Why are you leaving," the fat Aunt Mary panicked like a child, and tears flowed down her eyes, "Didn't you just beat the enemy back, didn't you say that someone would come to save us, there are enemies everywhere outside, we people with old arms and legs, where are we going to run?" ”

As she spoke, Aunt Mary wiped her eyes with a handkerchief: "The Holy Emperor is above, we are honest and honest in our lives, and we have never done anything that hurts heaven and reason." How can you suffer such a sin? We were born here when we were young, and we have lived for more than 50 years, so let us go, it is better to let us die here!"

"Aunt Mary," Roy called out, wanting to comfort him but not knowing where to start, and felt uncomfortable. Looking up, in front of me, familiar faces were staring at me under the flickering torches.

The round-faced Sergeant Hans, the old Maxim with a goatee and his thin niece, as well as the neighbors who always rub their heads on weekdays, such as Sister-in-law Xiaorou and Sister Lan.

All were silent and lifeless, like a pack of living zombies ready to walk into their graves.

In just one day, the war changed the fate of everyone here. The familiar life, the familiar city, the familiar people and things are gone, and from today on, they will have to sleep and leave their hometown, and they don't know where they will wander in the future.

"Mary, alright. Don't pull the little confused. ”

Old Maxim paused lightly on his crutches, pulled Aunt Mary away, looked Roy up and down, and gave him a fist in the chest.

"Little guy, I really don't see that you have such a skill. ”

Old Maxim cocked his goatee angrily, trying to keep his tone cheerful, as if he didn't care about the qiē in front of him.

"Good job. If you become a knight one day, we'll find you! But until then, you'll have to find a way to survive. Don't follow those knights to fight hard, your small body has never learned to fight, but you can't be strong. ”

As he spoke, Sergeant Hans stepped up and slapped Roy on the back of the head.

"I agree with what the old man Maxim said. You kid, don't think that if you are lucky, you won't take the enemy in your eyes, what kind of kung fu of your three-legged cat, and the knight is desperate, that is, looking for death. As he spoke, the round-faced sergeant lowered his voice, glanced to the side and said, "Be careful of Buck and Andrew, those two guys have been looking at you with bad intentions!",

Roy followed Hans's gaze, and by the foyer of the main tower, Buck and Andrew, who were arranging their horses, were whispering something, glancing at him from time to time.

Andrew's eyes, in particular, were full of resentment.

Beside him, the blacksmith father, Tom, and the little sister-in-law who was holding the child, and Sister Xiaolan also surrounded him.

"Roy, be careful. The gentle and kind little sister-in-law stroked Roy's hair lovingly and touched him with her cheek.

And Sister Xiaolan, who has always been spicy and enchanting, hugged Roy directly.

"Little pervert, hug you again, who knows when the next time you will take advantage. Little bastard, you are not a good person when you look at your eyes, you have been deceived before!"

Looking at the familiar faces, Roy only felt that his nose was sour, and he couldn't say anything when his stomach was full.

As Sister Xiaolan said, once the city gate is opened, everyone flocks out and walks into the chaotic times when the war spreads, and maybe they will never see each other again in this life.

"Man!" Roy wrapped his arms around Tom's shoulders. The freckled boy held a one-handed sword in his hand and gritted his teeth, "Let's talk about it, if we die, we will also kill a few back-backed Philes!"

Roy clenched his fists and said fiercely, "Good!"

"Ready!"

Hugo's loud voice came.

Roy Horan turned his head.

At this moment, the sky is already overcast. Hundreds of cavalry, led by Hugo and Baron Brian, assembled at the gates of the castle. Riding guns like a forest, guns and flags are displayed. The horses of the gods were covered with horse ornaments, and many of them were also dressed in horse armor. The knights in front of the team, with Hugo's voice and technique, rotated one after another, making people dizzy.

Behind the knights, in the open space of the castle, there was a crowd of black oppressors. Whether it was a nobleman on a horse, or an ordinary commoner, they were silent. Only the torches in the hands of the soldiers were beeping and peeling, and occasionally there was the sound of a war horse.

Aunt Mary and them had already returned to the ranks at the request of the soldiers.

Roy rolled over his horse and turned his head to look.

The familiar castle towers, in this gray twilight, silent, heavy. Like a giant, looking down on the earth.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

The gates opened, and the drawbridge slammed to the ground.

"Kill!"

With the roar of countless Saint-Soran soldiers, the chaos outside the city came to the face......

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