"The archers retreat and throw freely. ”

These archers had grown tired from the repetition of their bows and arrows for a long time.

"The infantry come forward with me, we must not let these guys rush to the wall!" The sword-wielding infantryman with a round shield, who had been standing by in the back, immediately stepped forward and blocked the round shield in front of him.

Count Inger looked at the slaves who had rushed to the foot of the city wall and began to erect the ladder and gave a loud order.

"Pour fire oil on the city gate and destroy their battering ram!"

"Everyone, return to your own positions!"

"Yes, Lord Count!" replied the generals who were protecting the old earl, and then returned to their respective posts.

"Your Excellency, will you step back to the rear? When the order was given, a knight stepped forward to dissuade him, and he looked at Count Inge worriedly, worried for his safety.

The slave legions under the city walls have already begun to climb up, and at this time, they must not waste defensive weapons such as falling stones, otherwise it will be a nightmare if there are not enough of these defensive weapons when the regular army of the Duchy of Lion arrives.

"Do you look like I'm too old to hold a sword?" asked the old earl, his eyes widening and his beard curled.

He really doesn't look like a sixty or seventy-year-old man now, how can an old man of this age still wear full body armor, and stand on the city wall with a one-and-a-half-meter big sword on his mobile phone to command the battle, and even want to fight in person.

"But my lord......," the knight tried to dissuade him a little more, but was interrupted by the old earl's wave of his hand.

"I've made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me anymore, although it's been so many years, but my old bones haven't reached the point of rust. He turned and walked to the edge of the wall, and his mouth was still underestimating something, and if he listened closely, he could still hear a little vaguely.

"Grinding and chirping, like a big girl......" At this moment, the former earl has returned.

"Fight to the death!" the knight looked at the old earl's back, his heart was full of blood, and he couldn't help but roar angrily.

"Fight to the death, fight to the death!" As soon as his voice fell, the soldiers with shields and swords slapped the shields in their hands, and roared with him, and their morale rose sharply.

"Hahaha, fight to the death!" the old earl was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, how long? He couldn't remember how long, but he didn't know how many years he hadn't had this kind of blood boiling after the old friends left.

Damn it, Thatcherch, who was hiding in the tower in the distance, looked at Earl Inger gloomily, having such a person in the fortress really made him sleep, and he might have to empty himself at some point.

Is his prestige among this group of soldiers already so high? Now, even if he hadn't died in the chaos, Thatcherch would have to find a way to get him to die in this battle.

Because Earl Inger's influence has affected his status, especially Earl Inger is not in the same camp as him, which makes the killing intent in Thatcherch's heart spread infinitely.

"Let's go. Finally, after a deep look at Earl Inge, who looked tall and not at all like an old man, Thatcherch said with a gloomy face.

Keno behind him also glanced at the old earl thoughtfully, and then followed him out of the castle tower, the enemy was about to attack the city wall, it was no longer safe, they didn't want to joke with their lives, and a stray arrow would be enough to kill them in a scuffle.

It is the duty of the dog to share the worries of the master, and Keno, who has completely corrected his position, is already thinking about how to get rid of the confidant of Earl Inger at this time.

And it was better not to have his death related to Marquis Thatcherch, and certainly not to himself, Keno mused as he walked briskly.

"Kill!"

After the two retreated from the city wall, the slave army of the Lion Principality had already struggled to climb the city wall, and it was not the new life that greeted them, let alone the welcome ceremony, but the cold eyes and the sword blade that flashed with cold light.

The first to climb the walls didn't even have time to see the enemy's appearance before a sword split his skull, blood splattered on the faces of the slaves behind him, and then fell weakly.

This happened in every part of the city wall, and some of the slaves even came up and begged for mercy and surrendered on their knees, but they were greeted by merciless blades, perhaps they were the people of Lopez before, but now they were the slave legions of the Duchy of Lion.

There is no sympathy on the battlefield, either you die or I live, maybe they are forced to be helpless, but this is the battlefield, moving forward is death, retreating is death, they are a group of poor people who are destined to fate.

"......" Grand Duke Cameron in the distance had a terrible look in his eyes, and the Boulder Fortress still hadn't used trebuchets, it seemed that they really wanted to use this big killing weapon on their main regular army.

"Inform the 1st Infantry Regiment to attack!" he said in a deep voice, this order could bury all 10,000 soldiers of the 1st Infantry Regiment here, but he had no choice.

"Yes!" the herald answered, and rode away.

"Your Majesty, how can you win without sacrifice?" said Master Orin.

"I hope your plan will be successful. Grand Duke Cameron looked at this Master Orin hidden in the black robe and said word by word.

"Of course, my majesty, they will not be able to resist this temptation, and then this gateway to the hinterland of Lopez will be in your hands. Master Orin bowed humbly and replied in a low voice but confidently.

"Hopefully. Grand Duke Cameron said in a deep voice, and then set his eyes on the battlefield again.

"Inform the slingers, prepare the trebuchets, the enemy's regular army is out!" Knocking down an enemy in front of him, Count Inger happened to see the 1st Infantry Regiment of the Duchy of Lion that was changing and moving, and immediately shouted to the back.

"Yes, my lord!" a bloodied knight immediately replied loudly, and then killed the enemy in front of him, and ran to the rear, where the trebuchet troops of the Boulder Fortress were located.

As Gwendlin and Grand Duke Cameron had guessed, the trebuchets of the Boulder Fortress were indeed intended for their main forces, and these lowly slave legions were not enough for them to wield the slings.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The soldiers of the 1st Infantry Regiment of the Duchy of Lion held their shields above their heads to defend themselves against falling arrows, roaring in their mouths, cheering themselves on.

The tall siege towers behind them were moved from one to the other, and the reason they hadn't used them before was because they were afraid that the catapults would destroy them, but now they couldn't care so much.

A thick layer of corpses has been piled up under the city walls in this short period of time, telling of the cruelty of war.

"When the smoke rises, all bones are withered. ”

Gwendrine watched all of this calmly, no one knew what she was thinking, it was very different from what she usually looked like.