"Are they all crazy?", Bowen pulled the curtains hard, the dark world outside the window and the daylight inside the window were like two contrasting worlds, he looked at the torches that were gradually lighting on the wall, and kicked over the cabinet with vases under the window in a fit of rage. The exquisite vase www.biquge.info pen ~ fun ~ pavilion fell to the ground, and let out its last sigh in this world, shattering the fragments of the ground. The vase of two gold coins was nothing of preciousness in Bowen's eyes, and it was not enough to make his heart ache.

He walked around the room aimlessly, kicking and smashing whatever he saw.

It was the worst day he had ever had, running a woman, fighting for a day, and not even giving him a moment of peace at night. He vented all the resentment and dissatisfaction in his heart in a rage, and the butler and the chief of staff were silent, not to mention persuasion, not even a syllable, and his breathing became cautious, for fear of being stabbed by Bowen in anger.

Perhaps venting enough, he sat down in a chair decadently, supporting his chin with one hand on the armrest, his eyes full of tiredness. He had never been so tired, physically tired, mentally tired, as he was today. He just wanted to rest and forget all the unhappiness now, but the guy outside the city couldn't satisfy him even with this little wish. His expression grew serious, and he began to think, not letting his desires and impulses dominate his reason.

Today's day's battle made him realize that it was not an easy task to defend Xiliu City, and those privateers and mercenaries who had been temporarily recruited obviously did not want to really give him their lives. Those guys were all passive and slacking off, and they were not resolute in defending the city, and several times they actually gave up a piece of the city to Sean, if it wasn't for the family's soldiers to pounce, I'm afraid the city would have changed hands. Even so, it scared him out of a cold sweat.

The atmosphere in the city becomes subtle, this is the city of Westflow, the territory of the Ball family for more than 500 years. He was an outsider, an aggressor, and for a short time he had no allegiance or support at all. People looked at him coldly, as if they looked down on Bowen's life and the glory of the Leos family. For this reason, Bowen also killed several civilians who he looked at unpleasantly, which also intensified this antagonism.

He knew that everyone was watching his jokes. The city, like her previous rulers, had an inexplicable pride that made them look down on Bowen, and certainly not on the guy outside the city.

At this moment, Bowen felt very lonely, and felt the malice that the city was full of towards him.

His face grew hideous, and Eyler's disappearance and Sean's onslaught outside the city crushed his grace and grace, and fueled his desire for destruction. He beckoned, and the chief of staff immediately approached him. At this moment, Bowen finally began to think like a normal nobleman, and he lightly told his plan to his chief of staff. The chief of staff, who had served the Leos family for generations, broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this.

His eyes grew frightened, as if he had known the head of the house for the first time. His throat slid and tumbled, and finally a few words came out of his mouth, "Your plan...... Great value!"

Bowen sneered a few times, looking at him with deep and cold eyes, "Then why are you still standing here?

On the wall, Nick knocked over three soldiers with a single sword, and he finally climbed to the top of the wall first. The betrayal of his brother and the disappointment in himself inspired him to die, he didn't want to live at all now, he just wanted to die quickly, and use death to wash away the shame given to him by others before his death. In fact, this is the way to fight, the competition is morale, and the competition is heroism. Those who are not afraid of death meet those who are afraid of death, the former is not afraid to open and close, and the latter is afraid of being injured, so they can only retreat.

Nick plays a crucial role in the fight against the wall with the soldiers fighting with Nick, boosting his morale and acting as an example. On the battlefield, the role of role models is endless, like a beacon in the sea of suffering, guiding people in the direction of progress. More and more people climbed the wall, and the mercenaries and privateers hired by money began to consciously retreat. They came here to fight only for money, not for any ideals and missions, although the other party gave a lot of money, but it was not enough for them to risk their lives to protect the wall.

Sean in the distance bowed slightly, Nick can still be trusted, this old guy is forty-two years old, I didn't expect to have such combat effectiveness and courage, but even so, Sean doesn't plan to continue to reuse this old guy after the war. He must pay the corresponding price for his mistakes, and when the time comes, give him an easy job, and let him go to retirement.

The balance of war gradually tilted in Sean's favor, Sean waved his hand, all the soldiers pressed forward, a quarter of the city wall was already occupied, the advantage was getting bigger and bigger like a snowball, and the other party began to gradually collapse. Seeing that victory was in sight, Sean couldn't smile at all. It took a long time to break down the hostility and indifference of the Veniers towards him, and now everything had to start all over again. The situation in the city of Westflow is more serious than that of Veneer, and the people here have an inexplicable arrogance under the influence of the Boer family.

The consequence of this arrogance is that a pariah, like Sean, will not be taken seriously by them at all.

The battle lasted until about eleven o'clock in the evening, the entire wall was completely breached, the city gate slowly rose, the sand and gravel blocking the city gate were quickly cleared, and the cavalry began to enter the city, sweeping away the last remnants of resistance.

In the face of two groups of people running wild and killing on the streets, the Xiliu people showed indifference and indifference. They sneered through the cracks in the windows and watched the clowns outside fight each other, and even laughed out loud at some death.

They are such a pride, like the vanished Boer family, full of haughty temperament.

Sporadic resistance failed, the city gates had been cleared, and Sean had entered the city with his troops. A strong smell of blood filled the air, as well as a foul stench, the smell of ruptured abdominal guts coming out. This smell is very pungent, many civilians can't accept it, but Sean is willing to eat it, he likes this smell, only this smell can prove that he has come to this world and left his own traces.

"Do you smell any strange smell?", Sean suddenly smelled a little indescribable smell as he walked through a house, this smell was very familiar, as if he could remember it the next moment, but he couldn't say it, the word seemed to be on his lips.

Philip retched for a while, he was just a steward, he was just a businessman, and he really hadn't seen such a tragic scene like Shura Field a few times. Toddley was a little better, but his face was very pale. The Byronic Empire's theory of inclusiveness and concession allowed for relative peace among the various races, with few bloodsheds, and if any, they were suppressed to a very small extent. Having not seen such a big scene in many years, Toddley was not much better than Philip.

The attention of the two people has long since drifted to somewhere, how can they smell any special smell? The two shook their heads, and Sean didn't think about it anymore. As the fighting in the city pushed farther and farther away, Sean gradually relaxed his tense nerves. It was in vain to lose a city, gain another city, and die so many people.

He rolled over and dismounted, walking on the road as a brand new ruler, walking and walking, he suddenly frowned, he turned his head to look at Philip, "Has it rained in Xiliu City these days?"

"Rain?", Philip was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied, "No, it has been sunny since we came, and it has not rained ......", he looked down, and in addition to the pieces of ground that were wet with blood, some low-lying places were filled with transparent liquid. He squatted down with a torch, reached out and picked up a handful of water to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and his numb sense of smell, which was stimulated by the bloody gas, instantly sensed something irritating, and an indescribable irritation rushed down his nose directly to the top of his head.

He sat on the ground, holding a torch high, and looked at Sean in horror, "This is fire oil!"

The whole street instantly became audible with Philip's words, and the satisfaction on Sean's face gradually turned into fear before it could be relaxed. The moment he turned around and ran towards the war horse and was about to rush out of the city, the city gate that had been hoisted high fell with a bang, someone cut the rope, and the city gate of more than 20 tons bit the ground deadly, cutting off the only hope for people to leave.

"Bowen!", Sean roared, but was muffled by the sound of fighting.

Bowen, who was standing on the dock behind the Lord of Xiliu City's mansion, sneered and looked back a few times, and got on a big boat with his head upright. He sat cross-legged on a bench near the side of the boat, and took out his scythe and lit his pipe. The unique fragrance of Longdao smoke bricks is like an orchid and musk deer. He took a deep breath, sparks splashed, and the burning scythe in his hand was thrown into a small puddle on the dock. The flames that rose in an instant rushed wildly into the distance along the fire oil on the ground.

"It's time to go home!", Bowen said with a smile, and looked back at the other large ships, on which there were less than four hundred soldiers, all of whom were private soldiers of the House of Leos. "This is not our home after all, we should go home, and there are our relatives. ”

The ship quickly went down the calm Thudoen River, and the entire city of Weststream was engulfed in fire in just ten minutes. Countless people screamed miserably, but they made up the ruthlessness of water and fire.

If I can't get it, you can't think of it, Sean, good luck!

The light of a city fire illuminated Bowen's slightly pale face, and he brushed his hair and laughed. (To be continued.) )