When the trumpet sounded outside the city, Wren appeared on the city wall. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info He has watched a lot of TV series in another world, and many wars that can be won are often because of the greed of some people. They didn't even need to be on the front line with their stubbornness, they just needed to stand where people could see him, even if it was in the rear. History is a pot of old wine, bitter, spicy, sweet and sour are in it, some people drink it all and shake their heads, and some people taste the charm of precipitation.

On the city wall, looking at the two boarding vehicles adjusting their angles and approaching the wall of Ortrenburg a little bit under the escort of a group of mercenaries, Wren could clearly perceive that the guards on the wall swallowed a mouthful of saliva and took a few deep breaths.

Ever since Joberg had no scruples about digging a pit to bury Rennes, Ortlenburg had been completely out of the Doge's Palace. The officers of the garrison who were supposed to be appointed by the governor of Bell Province, Joberg, were also overstepped by Wren and appointed a veteran of decent standing to serve as him. The veteran's name was Marven, and he was formerly part of a phalanx under the command of the Empire's elite Dragon Hunting Legion, and during the confrontation with the Byron Empire, he and his legion were transferred here to serve as a defender.

Later, Orlando and Byron fought in the Weimar corridor, and Marvin's phalanx was crippled, and he was also seriously injured at that time, being slashed from the collarbone to the ass by Byron's soldiers, his stomach was torn, and his intestines flowed all over the ground. It was a blessing to say that his life had fallen, and as soon as the battle line had been pushed over, he was saved by the priests, who washed his intestines with holy water, stuffed him back, sewed all the wounds like clothes, and then threw him into the stable with a few healing spells.

He survived, the war was long over, and he was still in a state of serious injury, so he had to stay in the city and become a member of the "local natives".

Although Marven is sixty years old, if you just look at it, it is a bit too big to say fifty-five. After going around in the arms of death, Marven's whole person has changed, and there is one word that can describe his state, that is, bearishness. He stayed here, married and had children, and spread his branches. Outside the city he had fifty acres of wheat fields, and in addition to farming, he would teach some children how to fight, serving as his hobby and hobby.

The old people who came over from that war years have a heavy sense of crisis in their hearts.

Now, this sense of crisis comes in handy.

Marven scolded and walked over from a distance, and from time to time waved the horsewhip in his hand and whipped the young people whose legs were trembling, "Soft egg, straighten the spine of Lao Tzu, if you are afraid, go back to your female horse's arms and gnaw her female son!"

This is a common saying, the actual meaning of which is to satirize an adult who has not yet grown up and needs breast milk to soothe their emotions, which is an extremely mean irony. Sometimes, however, it is meaningless to treat these uncultured people, who have just left production, who have been transformed from exiles, untouchables, commoners, and even slaves to soldiers, and only this kind of vulgar invective can work.

Dressed in a shiny one-piece Kai, Marven walked not far from Wren's side, raised his right arm, and raised his fist. Now that the people of Ortlenburg liked to show their respect for the city lord in this way, Wren felt the need to change anything, so he did not interfere with their customary etiquette.

Marven had a helmet under his arm, and his voice was very loud, "Lord City Lord, it may be dangerous to wait a while, I suggest you go back to the City Lord's Mansion, it is safer over there." ”

Wren glanced at him, with a relaxed smile on his face, and he couldn't tell how nervous he was at all, "Is it safe to go back?" If you fail, no matter where I hide, they will eventually find out." He noticed that Marven's face became slightly ugly, he gritted his teeth, his temples immediately pushed out, he was angry, and Wren said: "In the same way, if you can stop them from climbing the wall, or defeat them, then I am very safe even if I stand here." ”

His voice could not be suppressed, and everyone around him could hear him, "I now entrust my safety, and the future of Ortrenburg, to you, and I will stand here and watch you defeat these invading enemies." If you don't want me to be hurt, then defeat them!", Wren pointed to the thousands of people under the city and the two boarding vehicles, without showing any fear.

Marven had a smile hidden in his eyes, he had served in the most elite corps of the empire, so he naturally knew the importance of morale. With and without Raynes, it's two different concepts entirely. To put it more broadly, the existence of Wren can directly lead the outcome of this war. He was not blindly optimistic, and he knew that it was a tough battle, so he smashed his breastplate with his fist, making a clattering sound, "Please wait and see!"

After speaking, he glanced at the approaching boarding car out of the corner of his eye, put on his helmet and turned to the side.

At his command, barrels of oil and thumb-sized cobblestones were lifted up the walls. In the era of cold weapons, fire has always been one of the tactics that can affect the situation on the battlefield, as long as this weapon can be used well, half of the war will be won before it begins.

As the two siege engines got closer and closer, the mercenaries around the caravan moved out of the way, and the knights in a neat line were ready to rush out the moment the car's bridge plate pressed against the city wall.

The soldiers on the city wall lined up in a pile, holding wrist-thick logs to prevent the bridge from approaching, and the knights outside the city began to slowly accelerate, and the situation became more and more tense.

When a bridge plate slowly approached the city wall and buckled a wall battlement, the war horses under the city began to speed up, jumping up the bridge like a gust of wind. The anti-skid measures on the bridge every one foot allow these horses to run high without losing much speed, and also ensure that the horses do not fall. Marven looked at the knight who rushed up and waved his hand fiercely. Barrels of amber liquid poured out from the open oil barrels, and several rockets shot at the oil surface, causing a huge fire.

All living beings have the characteristic of being afraid of fire, whether it is a low-level animal such as ants or a high-level animal such as a human, a sense of fear will arise in the face of fire. If people are still like this, the impact of the flames on the war horse is even greater.

Immediately, a war horse neighed and wanted to let go of the flames, but accidentally fell down, and fell on his back. There were also some warhorses that had undergone very rigorous training and adapted to the presence of flames, plunged into the flames, and after a moment came out from behind the flames.

Facing this knight with a hideous face, Marven calmly pulled out his long sword and stabbed it. This thorn is ordinary, without the beauty of strength, nor the demeanor of swordsmanship, an ordinary sword, just raised and handed forward. The knight, who had just passed through the flames, was also stunned to see the long sword blocking his path, and he watched as the long sword, which was not the slightest peculiar, stabbed into his body against the horse's body.

All this was just an instant, a war horse jumped out of the line of fire, and then the knight died on Marven's sword, as if he had come thousands of miles to die, which made people feel funny.

The knight tumbled and fell to the ground, and suddenly the horse that had lost its master became panicked in an instant, and without the appeasement of its master, the instinct of the creature once again took over. Surrounded by the soldiers, the horses jumped off the city walls without hesitation, fell into a pile of rotten flesh, and became stiff with convulsions.

Knights climbed the walls and were thrown down by the defenders on the walls.

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This is even less, I did a day's work during the day, and when I was ready to rest at night, I saw the short station, and then I was busy printing the contract, and I didn't have a break from four o'clock in the morning until now, and I didn't feel any state at all. I'll go to bed first and recharge my batteries.