People in this chapter: (Vitor Gonder), (Adeline Giles), (Sertius), (Hatheron), (Louis Douglas), (Malegg Bazd Bruce), (Rick).

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Chapter 050: (Fierce Street Fighting)

Meanwhile, inside the Nord barracks, Sercius squinted his eyes and his wrists were still tied behind his back. He was stripped of his armor and wore only a thin shirt, and stood barefoot in the corner of the tent, always with a smile on his face.

Pleased with this unexpected gain, Vitor Gonder walked up to the free-knight with the gesture of a victor and said, "We meet again, dear Sercius. I haven't forgotten the humiliation you humiliated me last time, but now our relationship and position seem to have changed, doesn't it?"

The freelancer nodded slightly, and the smile on his face deepened. "Yes, my dear Lord Vidol Gonde. The last time we met, I said that you are a hungry wolf with exposed fangs and no mercy. Now it seems that I must retract what I said before, that you are not a wolf, but a rather cunning fox. ”

Adeline, who was standing on the sidelines, immediately widened her eyes and tried to draw her sword, but was stopped by Victor Gonde. "You can't do this to our guests, I got the news before I left that this free-freedom knight has joined our enemy, Svadia. Look at it, look at it, see how many dinars your life can get that old fellow Harlaus to pay. Take him down, don't let him run, he's slippery than a loach. ”

The two soldiers obeyed the order and stepped up to carry Sercius away, but the freelancer spoke: "Please wait a moment, although I am a prisoner, I have a request that I would like you to accept. ”

Gangdeyar walked to his place and sat down, and asked casually: "As long as you are not let go, all conditions can be agreed." ”

Sercius looked at the people in the tent and then spoke, "Thank you for your magnanimity, I would like to speak alone with your subordinate, Miss Adeline, and if you find it inconvenient, then I can leave now." ”

Vitor Gonder couldn't guess what this guy was going to do, but he nodded in agreement.

Fifteen minutes later, Adeline met with the freelancers in a small tent filled with confusion.

Sercius sat calmly on the ground, smiled wryly and raised his handcuffed handcuffs. "Miss, I have to admit that your swordsmanship is very good, but I think you seem to have a lot of misunderstandings about me. ”

Adeline raised an eyebrow. "Misunderstanding?"

The freelancer nodded: "That's right, I never humiliate anyone, what I say is just the truth. I once said the same thing before the kings of the Duchy of Rhodoc, who are as mediocre and belligerent as your masters, your kings......"

"You don't have to say that you're superior," Adeline interrupted him rudely, "my gut tells me you're a snake with honey on your tongue, and every word you say is a vicious curse. I won't believe you, never. ”

There was a moment of silence in the tent, and Sercius shook his head: "I'm sorry if you think so, but I know your integrity from your words. It's just a shadow that shouldn't be there. He paused, then laughed again: "I will tell you one more thing, it may not be right to show mercy in a knight's duel, but I have reserved due courtesy to you, my esteemed lady. ”

Adeline froze for several seconds before she reacted, staring at the man with a blank smile on his face, and was very impulsive to draw her sword and kill him. But reason still prevailed, she restrained herself for a moment and replied word by word: "Then I should thank you, you are a gentleman, but not a good person." ”

The conversation ended in such an awkward atmosphere.

Soon it was already nightfall. Sertius huddled in a corner of the tent, feeling a little chilly. The experience of being captured by various robbers countless times made him know very well that he must stay awake in this situation, otherwise he may not wake up once he sleeps.

By this time, however, the outside of the tent had begun to be noisy. Through the thin tabernacle he saw a lot of torches, and the rain outside had stopped.

It is clear that the Nords intend to attack at night. This time was definitely a good opportunity to escape, there were only two guards at the door, Sercius sat up lightly, looked at the shackles on his body, and began to think about how to pick the lock to get out.

At this time, the guard at the door suddenly let out two low **. Immediately after two "plops", the tent was immediately lifted, and a stranger walked and rushed in, and without saying a word, opened the shackles with the key and made a gesture to follow him.

The freelancer was inexplicable, thinking to himself that he didn't know this person at all, how could this person come to save him. But he still cautiously followed him, took back his armor and knife in the weapon tent that was no longer guarded, and then pulled a piece of felt cloth and wrapped it around his body to make a simple disguise. Walked along the rear of the barracks to the woods outside, and there was not a single Nord soldier in the way.

After confirming his safety, Sercius solemnly knelt down on one knee to the other party: "You saved me from a stranger, I don't know you, so I took the liberty of asking your name, what made you save me with such a brave act." ”

The young man smiled and replied with a gesture: "You don't have to thank me, you should thank a Nord man, he is worried about your safety, and it just so happens that I am the last person to see you, you can't know how good I am at those invisible jobs in the sun, my name is Louis Douglas." An ordinary Virginian. ”

The freelancer straightened his knees and nodded, "I'm sure you'll make a big difference in Hatheron about the Virgians, I bet they're in a hurry right now, and hopefully you'll take me back to town." ”

Louis raised his left hand and stretched out three fingers: "Don't worry, swear by this, I will follow you until you let me go." ”

Hatheron craned his neck and waited anxiously under the city walls, the shouts of the Nords outside the walls made him more and more worried, and when Sercius's voice and the young man appeared in sight at the same time, Hatheron shouted to the young man in Beihai dialect: "You are worthy of praise!"

Sercius took his helmet and a case from Hatheron and regained his spirits. "Don't talk nonsense, we're going to fight the first real battle in our lives, are you ready?"

The Nord roared and drew his battle axe, Maleg raised his javelin, the boy raised his bow and arrows, and the undead mercenary tightened his crossbow strings.

With the frantic roar of catapults, bowstrings, and crossbows outside the city. Sersius opened the small chest and took out a heavy knife and a long handle with very intricate patterns on the body. He put them together. Then he raised it high: "Die if you don't fight! Die if you don't win!"

By this time the Nords had already stormed the walls. The defenders of Svadia had begun to reinforce the walls. The freelancers and their companions rushed forward with the soldiers.

The city wall was in chaos at the moment, and the corpses were lying on the ground, leaving people with nowhere to stay. The Nords took advantage of the length of their weapons to keep the Swadians out of reach.

And Rick stood in a safe position under the city, and to him the Nord soldiers on the walls were simply live targets. Barbed arrows shot through the necks of the soldiers as if they had eyes, and their bodies fell from the narrow corridors of the city walls.

Compared to this, the Swadia soldiers who were in close combat with the Nords with large shields had no advantage.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind them: "All retreat, meet them below." It was Maleg who shouted, and the soldiers hesitated to listen to him, but the situation did not allow them to think too much. Because the Nord troops are rushing up in a steady stream.

Immediately, raising their shields, the Svadian soldiers methodically retreated under the city walls, retreating into the shadows of the castle streets.

The Nords had no trouble taking the walls, but now they were faced with a difficult choice: they had no advantage in weapons in the narrow streets of the castle, whether to risk being ambushed by the Swadians and march towards the castle, or abandon the walls and retreat temporarily.

Gondeyar, who was sitting on the far side of the city wall, roared impatiently: "Forward! What are you doing!"

At this time, the soldiers who had returned from the front reported to him that the Swadians had withdrawn into the streets, and that they did not know what tactics they had.

Gondejarr was puzzled: "Don't make excuses for your stagnation! You have already taken the city walls! You should open the gates! Then take the castle!"

The soldiers could only obey, and the gates of Fort Reboret were slowly pushed open. The Nord soldiers stood on the streets of this strange city, feeling a chill down their spine.

The Swadia soldiers in the shadows also held their breath, they had no one to command them - the Earl of Bethlands of Fort Repolet was still at the feast in Paraven. However, the retreat just now made the soldiers' thoughts clear in an instant, and they changed from panic and disorder to the previous well-trained.

Shooting weapons in Fort Repalet are ineffective, long-pole weapons are not as good as their swords, and some streets are so narrow that they can't even lift a giant shield. Sertius understood, he looked at Maleg with a smug look on his face and smiled: "My dear Grand Duke, if you can, you can come and command this battle. ”

Malegg waved his hand very proudly: "I understand the characteristics of street fighting, the Nords are not familiar with the place, but the soldiers are native. The streets are so narrow that they can do a lot. But are you sure? These soldiers don't belong to you or to me, what if they don't listen to orders?"

The freelancer shook his head: "The tradition of the Swadians is to follow orders, whether this person is their commander or not. ”

So Maleg gave two orders, the first of which was to all the soldiers to stand still and to use all their weapons with tomahawks or maceheads. As soon as the Nords were about to storm the streets, they were immediately attacked. Second, the crossbowmen in the rear were quietly arranged into the inside of the house, and agreed to signal that they would shoot as soon as the signal was sent.

And all this the Nords are unaware of. Under repeated urging from the rear, the Nord soldiers finally regained their courage and began to move slowly with their shields raised. Gradually, going deeper into the streets of the castle, they still did not see the defenders. Confused, they lowered their shields and looked around.

In the next moment, with a piercing trumpet, crossbow arrows from all directions drowned them in a scream. The Swadia soldiers who were in ambush around them also immediately rushed out. The Nords did not expect such a terrible resistance as they approached the streets.

The fear of death has far outstripped their courage, and some soldiers have begun to throw away their weapons and flee for their lives. They were then chased and killed by the Swadias behind them. More soldiers tried to hold up their shields against the crossbow bolts fired overhead, but almost every step forward killed seven or eight people. Because the width of the street made their shields stuck directly between the walls.

Gondeyar was still standing outside the walls of Fort Repolet with a proud posture, but soon the rout in front of him was pouring towards him, which shocked him greatly. He drew his sword and cut down one of the routers, raised his sword and shouted, "Don't run away!"

However, the defeated soldiers continued to run. He could only grab a rout officer, grab him by the collar with red eyes and yell, "Bastard, what the hell are you doing!"

The officer replied weakly and intermittently: "Your Excellency, the Swa, Swadians don't know when they became so smart, and we were ambushed and ambushed before we entered the street, and suffered heavy losses......

Gondejarr wondered what kind of ambush could make his well-trained soldiers like this. He himself had many sieges, and he had the impression that a city with its walls could be put together to fight back, so he put on his helmet and took his broadsword: "I'm going to see if you're lying!"

However, when he walked to the gate of Fort Repolet, the battle-hardened general suddenly felt a chill down his spine. The streets of Fort Repolet were empty, but the ground was littered with the corpses of Nord soldiers.

A wounded officer struggled to walk up to his marshal: "Your Excellency, the streets here are so narrow that we can't spread out in formation at all. The Svadians were all hiding in their houses, and we shot arrows as soon as we appeared, and when they came down to a halt, a group of soldiers rushed out of nowhere and killed us by surprise. ”

Gangde Jarl was so angry that he even put up his beard: "This is not an excuse! I tell you the truth, I must take this city today, and I will make all the people in the city move their heads!!

The words reached the ears of the Swadias in the house, in the dark corners, and he was met with a more intense burst of fire. After the shooting stopped, Gondejar looked at the corpses lying in front of him in astonishment.

The trumpets sounded again, and Swadia soldiers poured out from all directions.

The street battle instantly turned into a confrontation in the square in front of the city gate. The sound of swords, knives, spears, tomahawks, and warhammers reverberated as Gondejar watched in amazement as a man dressed in a familiar composite plate armor with a long knife in hand rushed towards him, forgetting to raise his shield to resist.

"Bell!" was another clanging sound of blades striking, and the long knife was blocked by an iron-handled spear. A knight in a giant helmet stood in front of Gondejar, and Adeline's voice came from the giant helmet: "Master, go back first, I'll take care of this guy." ”

At the same time, however, young Rick is in a lot of trouble. He had run out of arrows and was surrounded in the middle by three Nord sergeants. And the reason why they did not attack at the same time is simple, because Rick has more than a dozen corpses under his feet.

Rick's meniscus axe was stained with blood, and a crack had cracked into his blade. His face was also covered in blood, and his clothes were torn several times. One of the soldiers raised his spear and stabbed him in the chest.

The boy adjusted his breathing slightly, swung his axe and slashed the hilt of the spear, and slashed at the soldier's helmet. The blade sturdily split the soldier's skull in half along with his pot helmet.

Before the previous man had fallen, he rushed to the next opponent, and the soldier hurriedly stabbed his spearhead at David. The boy deftly dodged the spearhead, and the meniscus axe had already made a big hole in the opponent's chest.

The third soldier felt an indescribable fear, and he howled in despair as he clenched his tomahawk and rushed towards Rick. Seeing this, Rick leaned over and picked up an ownerless battle axe on the ground, flicked it over, and the blade of the axe was inserted into the soldier's façade. The other party didn't even have time to scream before he fell.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to find his next target. A bolt of crossbow that flew out of nowhere suddenly shot through his chest from behind.

Rick staggered, incredulous. He turned to see a Nord marksman standing more than 20 paces away from him, leaning down to reload his crossbow. As he shook his steps and prepared to rush forward, the marksman straightened up, and a second crossbow shot into his left arm.

Rick stumbled again, still stubbornly moving forward. When he was only 4 paces away, a third bolt struck him in the chest. Then the sharpshooter threw away his crossbow and drew his sword. Rushed towards him.

At this moment, the boy's consciousness was already very blurred, and his vision began to shake. The other's sword was slashing at his neck, and he barely blocked the blow with his axe. The second blow slashed down on the top of his head. Rick felt his body weigh and turned his head to avoid it, but the sword slashed into his right shoulder.

The boy shouted. The pain suddenly brought him to his senses, and he lifted a kick to the sharpshooter's chest, and the other man was kicked back a big step by the blow. Before he could rearrange his stance, the meniscus had already been slashed in half along his shoulders and chest.

However, the action had exhausted what little strength Rick had at his worst, and he staggered and fell. The morning star above his head had risen, and this was where his consciousness was at its worst.

But it is clear that the battle is far from over......

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