The siege was as tragic as ever, and people's precious lives became as discardable as garbage at this time, and for the sake of the nobles' desires, for their own desires, the soldiers all took out twelve points of courage and risked ten deaths, desperately trying to climb the wall. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Sean stood on the tower of the city wall in his military uniform, he stood here to boost morale, he had heard of the battle of Terman against Ortronburg. When analyzing that offensive and defensive battle, many people will focus on Rennes's performance in the war. He didn't retreat into the city lord's mansion and dare not come out when he encountered a dangerous situation, like those big nobles, or secretly left after changing his face, leaving the mess to his staff and generals.

He stood there, where people could see at a glance, without the slightest wavering, without the slightest hint of fear on his face. His calmness and steadiness completely inspired the morale of the people of Ortlenburg and their willingness to fight to the death, which was the reason for Ortlenburg's victory in the siege battle. A good ruler is so important to a war that it can influence the development of a war.

Sean is not an aristocrat, he does not have the squeamishness of a nobleman, and everything he has won with the long sword in his hand and his ruthlessness. He already has nothing, and even if he loses, he just returns to the original point and loses a lowly life, so he doesn't care even more. If it weren't for Philip's disbelief in standing with his men, he would have been standing on the wall, sword in hand, fighting the enemy.

Looking at the cruel and cruel battlefield, the expression on Sean's face gradually became hideous. His breathing became more and more rapid, and he couldn't hold back his temper, walking back and forth. It is true that the coalition forces continue to fall from the city, but the casualties of the defenders are also huge. Soldiers were constantly wounded and killed, and they were all dragged down, and the soldiers who had already prepared immediately filled the vacant loopholes, and the sound of fighting has not stopped from the beginning to the present.

Sean pressed the hilt of his sword and kicked it against the battlement, "You can't fight like this, our casualties are too heavy." He complained to Philip beside him.

He's not a nobleman, he's not a fiefdom, he wants to call people to join the army, and someone has to be willing to agree. It is not impossible to forcibly recruit young people into the army, but this will arouse public anger and cause mutiny, and the gains outweigh the losses. Therefore, every soldier is a valuable asset to Sean, and it is best to avoid casualties if he can avoid them.

Philip seemed very calm, how can there be an immortal in a war? Although he has a lot of good feelings for Sean in his heart, if he is regarded as a ruler, it is obvious that Sean is not qualified. He can't be cold-blooded, he can't be iron-blooded, he's more like a pariah who is easily excited...... , he was originally a pariah. But Philip was not disappointed, it was better to assist a humane and compassionate person than to assist a tyrant who would mess around from time to time.

"Rest assured, our casualties are less than seven hundred, and the other side's casualties have far exceeded ours, and this battle will not last long. ”

Indeed, as Philip said, when the coalition casualties approached 2,000, the horn of the coalition army was sounded in the barracks. The boiling battlefield cooled down in an instant, and the siege equipment left the city wall far away with the receding crowd.

In the coalition camp, Bowen and six other representatives of the nobility sat together, and they didn't really care about the casualties of the battle. As long as they have money, they can pull up another batch of mud dog legs to work for them anytime and anywhere. In the eyes of the aristocracy, human life is equated with money, and as long as there is money, there will be a steady stream of soldiers.

"How many men did we defeat Sean today?", Bowen was not worried about whether the outcome of the first battle would affect the rest of the battle, he looked at his general.

The general lowered his head and calculated for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "There are about a thousand people, and there should be no way to give an accurate number in the city, so we can only learn about the situation indirectly through the equipment that reported the damage and the priest in charge of treatment." ”

Bowen nodded, "Very good, the other party's five thousand people were knocked out of a thousand people, this slap must have hurt Sean, and then we have to continue to launch an offensive, and strive to reduce the number of troops in the Veneer to less than two thousand, and at that time it will be the real siege, and now it is just a game of addition and subtraction in numbers." He pondered for a moment, "Find a way to inform the people in the city that they will be ready in three days, and the city gates must be opened." When it is done, I guarantee their safety and their prosperity for three generations. ”

Since the Balatan incident, Bowen has found that if he wants to fight an easy offensive and defensive battle, he must have his own internal response in the opponent's city. If Balatan had not had had the Inner Response and the Belt and Road Party, Wren and he might not have been able to storm the city center all the way, and then turn out to purge the rioting workers.

After Sean's rebellion, Bowen immediately realized that this was an opportunity for him, and without telling anyone, he immediately sent five hundred people to sneak into Venier, and hibernate on the spot as refugees, merchants, and outcasts. These five hundred men are Bowen's wonder soldiers, and his killer weapon, which will be enough to completely change the situation of this war when necessary. He couldn't say it before, but it didn't matter if he said it at this moment, in such a tense and urgent situation, Sean had no way to investigate those who might be guilty.

Nothing can be found except to stir up hostility.

As soon as Bowen's voice fell, there was a tide of sycophants around him, all praising his plan. He nodded reservedly and coped politely, without the slightest concern about the next battle.

The battle was as Bowen thought, the next two days of siege battles were even more tragic, the two sides had been fighting each other to reduce the number of troops, and after the siege battle on the third day, Sean's soldiers were only more than 2,200 people, some of whom were slightly wounded. There was a pessimistic atmosphere throughout the city, and many people believed that Sean would definitely lose, and as long as the people outside the city held out for another two or three days, the city would be breached.

But Sean, as well as Philip, didn't have the slightest concern, because they had a backhand.

On the fourth day of the war, the siege broke out early in the morning, and the battle broke out very suddenly, but it always gave people a perfunctory feeling. The besieging side seems ferocious, but in fact moves extremely slowly. The soldiers brandished their weapons and flaunted their might under the city, scolding, and climbing the walls of the city very passively. The defenders of the city felt inexplicable, and even Philip felt a little confused. Although he and Sean couldn't read it, they still maintained a high level of vigilance, pressing almost all of their hands on the city wall.

Time passed little by little, and it was time for lunch, and the mood of the soldiers, who had been tense all morning, gradually began to relax. The siege engines under the city walls also began to retreat, and just when the defenders thought they could rest, the sound of fighting suddenly sounded in the city. Hundreds of people suddenly burst into flames and slaughtered the city gate with sharp blades in hand, which was unmatched. At this time, most of the people who were responsible for guarding the city gate were the wounded who had been injured a few days ago, and they were already inconvenient with their hands and feet, plus one intentional and one unintentionally, and they were prepared to fight or not, and in just a few minutes, there were dead and injured at the city gate, and the winch of the city gate was also pushed quickly, and the gate weighing several tons slowly rose.

Two whistle arrows rose into the sky, and an unpleasant hissing sound reached the outside of the city. The retreating coalition soldiers suddenly made way from it, and two thousand cavalry rushed out of the formation in an instant, straight into the city gate. The rest of the soldiers also turned around, threw away all their heavy equipment, and went into battle lightly, following the cavalry, and rushed to the city gates.

It took a short, suffocating moment before Sean and Philip reacted. The latter's face was pale, if he didn't know that he was being tricked at this time, it would be really stupid, Sean didn't wait for Philip's arrangement, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and said "Follow me", the first to rush down from the city wall, one by one the soldiers suddenly came to their senses, and followed Sean to the city gate.

Sean is a fighter, this is his starting capital, he has never forgotten his identity, and he has never let go of martial arts. Especially after killing Angelo, he spent almost all of his time outside of dealing with political affairs practicing martial arts. He lived like an ascetic, not touching women, and drinking as little as possible, without any special hobbies and enjoyments. Some people think that he is crazy, since he has done this step, he will not take advantage of the last time and opportunity to indulge and enjoy the most wonderful things in the world, won't he regret it when he dies?

But he doesn't, he has been restraining his desires and tempering his martial arts.

At this moment, his performance is much better than the others!

Very few people are his enemies, and the vast majority of people were split in half by him with his weapons, and the corners of Philip's eyes, who were standing in the distance and observing, jumped in the corners of his eyes, because he saw a slight yellow halo on Sean's weapon, which was a special ability that only a sixth-level swordsman could have--the release of battle qi!

It's just a pity that although Sean has reached the sixth level, his combat power has soared shockingly, but there are too many enemies in front of him! It often takes only ten or twenty seconds for him to kill a person, three or four people in one minute, and thirty-four people in ten minutes. There were three or five hundred people in front of him, and even if these people did not fight back, they would probably take half an hour to stand there and wait for him to come and kill. The cavalry in the distance was getting closer and closer, and the vibration of the ground was becoming clearer and clearer, Sean gritted his teeth, wiped the blood stains on his face, stomped his feet fiercely, and retreated with the people.

"Can't hold on, when will those people arrive?", Sean glared, and Philip didn't dare to look him in the eye with sharp eyes.

"Probably, it's almost there!", he wasn't sure. (To be continued.) )