Before that, with the exception of some of the nobles who were still coming, Finn walked to the side of the city wall near the inner city, and looked down at the team of all kinds of people inside the city gate.

There were about 300 people in total, but among them were cavalry representing the Duke, hoplites, and longbowmen with only a few simple leather goods, as well as Templars representing the Church, and the two Awakened sent by the Mystic Tower to assist out of politeness and symbolism, and finally spent a lot of money to coerce and lure a mercenary, these are all the forces that can be pieced together in the inner city, and all that Finn can now control.

Among them, the Awakened Ones from the Longbowmen and the Mystic Tower will stay on the inner city walls and control the inner gates, they are not suitable for participating in chaotic street battles, and if there are individual werewolves who have escaped here, they can also provide protection for the people below, and easily shoot the werewolves from a high position.

After reading this, Finn walked to the side close to the outer city again, and looked at the people gathered outside the inner city gate with a bitter face, the black pressure was overwhelming, like a noisy black tide, and the stream that gathered in the distance made the black tide continue to grow, and he seemed to vaguely see the killer who drove the stream like this side.

When he noticed that a large number of civilians were beginning to flock to the inner city, Korovoz did not report to him, and simply let the heavy infantry block the city gates, which was the right thing to do, and Fein did not criticize the other party for this. Otherwise, the inner city, exhausted by just deterring the restless mercenaries, will be swept away by the frenzy of these people who have lost everything. And the first to bear the brunt is the following team that has finally gathered, and at this time, the werewolf rushes over again, then it is really a wolf into the flock.

When they estimated that the number of werewolves entering the outer city at this moment was not invincible, it was Korovoz who first made a decisive suggestion to pull all the soldiers who could participate in hand-to-hand combat to the outer city, and when the werewolves did not call for more companions, drive them out of the outer city, and control all the outer city gates, so as to save most of the people in the outer city. Of course, they had to be outside and could not enter the inner city.

This is a good proposal, if it goes well, it can save most of the people of the outer city, and at the same time recapture the outer city, ensure the stability of the inner city, build confidence for the soldiers, and other benefits that I have not thought of for the time being.

But here's the thing.

- We want to go out, they want to come in, we can't let them in, they won't let us out.

So what to do, do you want the soldiers to jump from the city?!!, he closed his eyes, and Korovoz's cold-voiced proposal came to mind again.

- Let me take those mercenaries to the head, they don't have so many scruples.

Fein couldn't help but shake his head, but his heart was already affirming. He figured out that after the door was blocked, the fate of those people was already doomed, and now he was just showing his hypocrisy for himself.

He couldn't help but think of the gods, the gods would forgive me, and he hoped that the gods, as her followers preached, would favor those who believed in their hearts, and would forgive the merciful killers, anytime, anywhere, at some time.

Fein looked at Bishop Valter, who represented the Church, and cast a look of inquiry at him, but the vicar simply stood fixed and gave him a look back. But I don't know if it's an illusion, Fein always felt that the other party's face, which should be expressionless now, was a little strange.

What does he look like...... Is it smiling?

A smile from the gods?

......

"Korovoz!"

"Your Excellency!"

"Get on the gold-devouring beasts!" Finn roared, as if to roar out his soul, "quick!"

"As you wish, my lord!"

Looking at the back of Korovoz who ran down, Finn's chest rose and fell violently, and the airflow quickly rushed out of his nose, making a slight [whirring] sound, like a butcher who had just finished a warm-up exercise, he looked left and right, except for a personal guard behind him, and a few soldiers scattered behind the battlements, there was no one else on the wall.

"Go and prepare the second plan for Korovoz. The hot bent butcher's tone was cold, like a chill coming from boiling water.

"Uh," the guard behind him asked, apparently suspecting that he had misheard, and in disbelief, "but it's not yet the agreement—"

"There is no such good thing in the world, and their risk is too small relative to the reward, so go ahead. ”

“......”

"It's a scourge to keep these scum. ”

"Yes, sir!"

......

"Renault, bring your men here!" Korovoz pointed to the ground in front of him, and in front of the clearing, there were three rows of heavy infantry with shields blocking the passage of the city gates, fighting against the black wave that was trying to push the crowd in.

A middle-aged man with a mix of leather and chain mail nodded at Korovoz, and immediately turned and trotted backwards. Behind him, Korovoz kept shouting at him.

"Hurry up!"

......

Soon, twenty or thirty men and women of different equipment, but most of them were men and women in leather armor, gathered at the designated place, most of them looked grim, and this was the biggest difference between them and the gold diggers, who mainly hunted wild beasts, and mercenaries who basically killed people.

These people are all from the Renault mercenary group, and they are the worst of all the mercenary groups in the entire Luolong City, everyone has heard of the horror of werewolves, and those who can barely get by are unwilling to accept the deal that will die nine times out of ten, after all, if you want to be limited by people on the battlefield to face werewolves, it is really a slight negligence that is the fate of taking money and not spending it.

Rather than head-to-head, they prefer to play a little clever or use a bit of intrigue to make the opponent fall into a disadvantageous position before launching the most ferocious attack, and if they can't beat it, they can run. They won't fight to the death unless they have to, or if they die, what's the point of asking for money?

Only the desperate will take the deal.

Korovoz looked at the mercenaries who were not standing, shook his head, and resisted the urge to reprimand, after all, there was no time to do superfluous things and say superfluous things now. He cleared his throat and stood between the mercenaries and the three rows of heavy infantry, intending to make the sound reach as many people as possible while covering the mercenaries. If it drags on, some of them will run against the walls when the werewolves pounce, but many more will be engulfed in fear, and they will desperately push away the soldiers who stand in their way, crushing everything with chaos, and they will become accomplices of the werewolves.