"Blade Chris. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" thoughts were pulled back, Divalen muttered, it had been a week since that time.

The young man, Endblade, never climbed the walls again.

Divalen followed Cesar's line of sight as he looked at the enemy camp in the distance, and his heart trembled.

That terrifying boy was waiting there slowly, just like the rumored last knife of his last knife, quietly waiting for the moment of killing, as soon as the knife was struck, he was sure to kill his opponent at the moment, and it was not in vain.

Is this the strength of Major General Nord?

What's more, this is just one of them, and when the three of them get together, isn't there no one to beat?

"There are so many of them, why don't they just press the city and have a hard fight?" asked Divalen.

"They don't dare, and they don't want to. Cesar's eyes were fixed on the depths of the enemy formation: "That damn four-eyed military advisor wants to take this castle at the least cost." ”

"Do you want to drag us down, Lao Tzu is still very energetic!" Divalen's voice was like a bell: "Long live Swadia!"

Divalen's shouts immediately resonated with the soldiers in the fierce battles around him, and the slogans were repeated again and again, shaking through the mountains and even echoing among the mountain walls.

Swadia - Long live!

Cesar's face did not show any emotion, but there was an undercurrent in his heart.

He knew that the cost of holding Jerburg would inevitably be terrible, but he knew better what it meant to retreat.

In Gong, the Nords recaptured Djerberg, and undoubtedly would never give the Swadia Army any chance to set foot in Nord territory again.

Privately, he could vaguely understand that the girl who was so important to him was in crisis, and he definitely couldn't leave Nord at this time.

Therefore, even one step back must not be taken back, and the nail embedded in Nord in Jerberg must not be allowed to be removed!

"Well, if you hold on one more day, Carlos and they should be able to arrive. Cesar suppressed his thoughts and spoke slowly. They're waiting for reinforcements, Lord Hill, why don't you let me lead the whole army and take the castle in one fell swoop?" Chris gently tossed the throwing knife in his hand, then stretched out the back of his hand to let the spine of the knife slide over it accurately, and then flipped his hand, holding the flying knife between two fingers and slowly throwing it.

"Mouthy!" Salton yelled, "Lord Hill has his own plans, when will it be your turn to interject!"

Chris was visibly taken aback by his father's accusations, and the falling knife almost didn't catch, sticking out his tongue in a daze.

It's really hard to imagine that this man who is almost like death on the battlefield can look like an ordinary child outside the battlefield, showing a look of fear of his father.

On the battlefield or off the battlefield, which one is the real Chris?

Maybe even he can't tell the difference.

"Don't be angry, Soldton. The man next to the sand table held up his glasses and smiled indifferently.

Hill suddenly changed the subject and looked at Chris, "Did you see the man known as the Sword of Svadia?"

There seemed to be a thin shadow on Chris's face, and his innocent expression was gradually fading, as if the name alone was enough to make him enter a state of 100% preparation, and after a while, he said slowly: "Yes." ”

"Strong?" Hill blurted out as if he didn't even need time to think.

"Strong!"

"How strong is it?"

"It's so strong that I want to kill him right away!"

Salton's brow furrowed slightly in confusion.

Hill waved his hand expressionlessly: "Sallton, you won't understand, if you've seen that guy with your own eyes." You'll also be desperate to kill him. ”

"Not only is that guy's combat effectiveness amazing, but what is even more terrifying is his almost ghostly tactical command ability, no matter how scattered the battle formation is, he can quickly organize an orderly attack, and can always launch a surprise attack in a surprise place, and break the enemy with one blow. ”

"Moreover, for the Swadia military, his spiritual influence has far exceeded his own practical combat power. ”

Chris continued, "So I will never allow such a powerful enemy to exist. ”

Hill nodded: "He has become a near-undefeated myth, and the shadow of war will follow him, clouding the bravery in the hearts of our warriors. We must crush this myth in front of the Svadians!"

Salton finally began to slowly understand: "Lord Hill, what is the goal of this battle!?"

"That's right!" Hill was so excited that he almost stood up, "Wipe out Cesara Harungus completely!

The flying knife in Chris's hand trembled slightly with excitement due to the strength of the enemy: "Then why are we still waiting?"

Hill slowly picked up a small flag on the sand table: "We are waiting for an opportunity, a moment when even he will relax!"

"Report!"

A scout broke through the door and began to report: "Enemy reinforcements have marched within reconnaissance field of sight and are expected to arrive at midnight!"

Hill didn't say anything, nodded slightly, and inserted the small flag deep into the mountain on the sand table, the corners of his mouth raised, opening and closing slightly.

Chris was stunned, and the flying knife in his hand trembled even more feverishly.

Because he heard what Hill said, the four words that made his fighting spirit soar.

"The time has come!" In Jeerburg, the news of the imminent arrival of reinforcements had spread throughout the defenders on the city walls, and cheers and cheers were everywhere.

"Cesar ... Cesar!!Is Lord Carlos' reinforcements about to arrive?" Divalen was so happy that he called his boss by name, "It's the shield of Svadia that even the Kugits are afraid of!? I haven't seen him with my own eyes!"

"Now, can the reinforcements rush out in one go? I'm going to rush into their enemy camp and teach that damn hairy boy a lesson!"

"Why, why are you looking dead!?Shouldn't you be happy?" Divalon looked at Cesar suspiciously.

Ever since hearing the scout's report, Cesar's face has been as solemn as ice, without the slightest hint of emotion.

A little off!

Years of experience in the war have taught him that this situation is not quite right now!

If he had been the attacker, he would never have let the defenders wait for reinforcements to arrive so easily.

Unless—!?

Cesar's brows furrowed, and a bad premonition instantly hit his heart.

That's right, that damn Four-Eyed Master, his purpose is not just this city at all!

"Summons the order, all the city guards—"

Boom! Boom!

The earth-shattering explosion interrupted the second half of Cesar's words.

The ceiling of the command room was sprinkled with dust from the violent tremors.

Cesar quickly rushed out of the door, even though he had been mentally prepared in advance, but the situation outside the door was enough to make his face change greatly when he had always been calm and composed.

The three roars just now, if there is no accident, are the sky-breaking ballistas that were mentioned in the previous intelligence, and they were put into the Tiha attack battle. However, the tragic situation in front of him is enough to prove that its actual power is far greater than the description in the intelligence and his own speculation.

Three ballistas, two missed, fell near the city gates, and only one of them was blasted onto the city walls. Even so, more than half of the defenders on the front wall had been crushed into a pile of meaningless flesh by the fragments of the explosion, and the battlements on the wall had been torn open in a shocking hole.

"Oh my God! Grandma's! Is this the power of the devil?" said Divalen, who was following behind, as soon as he looked up.

Whoa!!

Before Devalen's exclamation had completely subsided, a huge roar rang in his ears again, and the entire city wall shook lowly, emitting a painful scream, and the sound wave of the explosion made Divalen's ears buzz.

"!" Divalen, whose head was swollen, did not forget to scold, and when he looked over, although the ballista still missed, the fragments of the explosion still cut many large and small dents in the city wall.

Missing hits is already like this, and if you get hit head-on, the consequences are 。。。。。。

A drop of cold sweat slowly fell from Divalen's forehead, and he was already shocked by this terrifying force, and looked ahead in a daze.

The cold sweat swayed, condensed, and dragged long, almost dragging over the cheeks and falling on the chin.

But a powerful palm slipped down the cold sweat and slapped it into Diviren's face, shattering the cold sweat into a red slap print.

Only then did Di Valen come back to his senses: "! Whoever dares to beat Lao Tzu, I will 。。。。。。 ”

But the fortitude and determination in the eyes of the owner of the palm made him swallow the second half of the sentence back.

The look of a hungry wolf that is like a wounded wolf making a last-ditch fight is like an ember under a charcoal fire, although it is already in a desperate situation, it also contains countless explosive power and possibilities.

Divalen's palms unconsciously warmed.

"Are you afraid of death?" Cesar finally spoke, each word soft, fast, but with the weight of a blow to Divalen's heart.

Knock knock... Knock knock... Knock knock!

Why? Why does my heart beat so fast?

Are you scared or excited!?

Afraid of a bird!" Divalen shouted loudly, not knowing whether it was to prove that he was not scared or was naturally rude.

"Then rush out with me. Cesar still commanded calmly and loudly, but the heat that burst out of his blood was at his core, spreading through every soldier around him, soothing their terrified souls.

Divalen was no exception, his palms were unbelievably hot, and he could only clench the cold hilt of his sword and pray for a moment of peace.

"All cavalry combat readiness!"

The heartbeat is like a war drum, and the sound can be heard. The blood is like a torrent, turbulent and agitated!

The torches were lit, the horses were drawn, and the swords were quickly sheathed.

They do not know the meaning of the war, they do not know the purpose of the war, and they do not even know the specific content of the war.

But the body reacts naturally, responding to the manager's orders, because they subconsciously realize that they can win, they can win!

As long as the coach is him, there must be no problem!

"Stormtrooper ready!!"

Excitement, tension and excitement converged and bulged in the chests of the fighters.

The emotions that had nowhere to be vented finally converged into a simple and powerful slogan: "Svadia - Long live!"

Hooray!!