At the forefront of the battle is the Knights of Cent, who wears knight's armor and has basically no problems as long as he doesn't get hit by heavy crossbows and trebuchets!

"Advance, advance!" he passed by the soldiers from time to time, and his roar made the soldiers who had been stuck in their feet move forward unconsciously!

From the beginning of the battle, Keith stood on a high ground where the entire battlefield could be observed, and the sun had risen at this time, and the sultry weather made his forehead covered with sweat, but his sweat was nothing compared to the soldiers fighting on the front line. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"The enemy's heavy crossbows and archers are too dense, and if we continue like this, even if we fill the moat, we will surely suffer heavy casualties, Sir Sven, do you want to let the soldiers rest first?"

Now the soldiers at the front were Viscount Keys's two brigades, and he was heartbroken when he looked at the soldiers who fell one by one, this was the only force he had left.

Sir Sven was startled, and hurriedly said: "Lord Viscount, retiring from the army now will make the soldiers behind feel that their attack has been frustrated, and it will even make the soldiers fearful, which is too big a blow to morale!"

"Is there any way to suppress the dense rain of arrows from the enemy?" Keith was still relatively good at making plans, but when he commanded the battle on the spot, his eyes were darkened, and he didn't know what to do at all.

"The order should be given to let the catapults and heavy crossbows push forward, focusing on the archer troops on the city walls, there is no need to keep tung oil, throw as many as you can on the city walls! The archer troops can now move the towers, but the infantry needs to form a shield wall in front to protect them!"

Sir Sven said everything he could think of now.

Keith nodded, his eyes coldly swept over the herald beside him, "Don't go ahead and give the order yet!"

"Also, you can't let the front-line soldiers collide indiscriminately, pass on the order, whoever dares to retreat from the battle again, kill on the spot, if you can't stop it, the squadron leader will be punished for defection!"

Another herald left.

Looking at the departing heralds, Keith said, "Sir Sven, it seems that our losses in the breach of this city will be incomparably great, even to the point that we cannot accept it!"

Sir Sven didn't know how to answer, he thought about it carefully before saying, "This is inevitable, the Marne family has been operating here for nearly a hundred years, and it is very reasonable to have such a defense!"

Keith's eyes were cold, "You say, we hung the head of Viscount Marne on the tower with a spear, can we force out their newly enthroned lord and lead the troops to take it?"

"This ...... , Lord Viscount, although many people have long forgotten about honor, no one has really dared to do anything that would damage honor in public, do you want to think about it again?" Sir Sven looked at him and spoke intermittently, every sentence as if he had thought and thought before he spoke.

"Honor?" Keith whispered these two words in his mouth, when he was a child, he admired those nobles who were honored and honored, he looked at Sven, who had lowered his head, smiled lightly and said: "Don't worry, I won't do such a thing, after all, we will still rule this land in the future!"

Sir Sven was overjoyed, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, and raised his head and looked at Keith cautiously, after all, it was very difficult for him to let a knight do something that would damage his honor in front of so many people.

Keith suddenly asked, "Are the captured knights still there?"

The battle under the city walls will not end for a while, Keith retracted his gaze and said, "Give me their information, it seems that these people can finally come in handy now!"

With that, he turned away from the high ground and walked toward his barracks, and the guards around him immediately followed with swords.

Just over ten minutes away, Keith was soon back in his tent, and the weather was so hot that staying in the tent during the day could heat people to death.

As soon as Keith sat down, Sven walked in with the information of the group of captured knights, and Keith quickly got up, grabbed the information in Sven's hand, and then put it on the table to look through it.

These materials are the confessions of those knights, and there are other knights to corroborate, and there is basically no error.

Time passed little by little, Sir Sven was so hot that the sweat on his face dripped down one by one, and so did Keith, as he looked through more and more information, a faint smile gradually appeared on his face, which made Sir Sven next to him tremble.

"Let's bring out that Sir Myron's son first, if the information is correct, Sir Myron should now be the commander of the garrison of Covind City this time, his son must be very valuable, right?"

Sir Sven was about to go out when Keith seemed to suddenly think of some other good idea, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab Sir Sven, who was leaving, as if to grab Sir Sven who was leaving, and shouted, "Wait!"

Sir Sven could only stop and stand in the doorway, waiting for Keith's orders.

Keith thought about it carefully, and then said, "No need to bring him here, just escort him to the front of the battle, set up the gallows, and let's talk to that Sir Myron directly!"

Sir Sven nodded, and then left the tent, Keith did not pay attention to the departing Sir Sven, he stared at the information of the three knights in his hand, as if in a daze.

I don't know how long it has been, but there was a sound of footsteps outside the big tent, "Lord Viscount, Sir Sven invites you to go to the front of the army!

Hearing this, Keith retracted his thoughts, put down the information in his hand, and walked out of the big tent.

At the front of the military formation, Sir Rand was in charge, responsible for dispatching siege materials and the support of follow-up soldiers.

Under the gallows was a young man, this young man was quite stubborn, there was no trace of fear on his face, he stood straight, his eyes stared at the distant city wall in front of him, he could vaguely see a familiar and vague figure on the city wall.

"Looks like the man on the wall is your father?" Keith didn't know when he walked up to the young man, and he followed the young man's gaze to see Myron.

The young man glanced at Keith coldly: "I know what you are going to do, but I advise you to give up, my father will not do anything for you because of me!"

"Maybe your father loves you more than you think?" said Keith chuckled.

At this time, Sir Rand also came over, and Keith looked at Sir Rand and Sir Sven, and said, "I think we should let the soldiers rest now!"

From the siege to now, almost three hours have passed, although it is an alternate attack, but the physical strength of the soldiers is still very depleted, and the results of the battle are quite obvious, and the moat has been filled in one-fifth.

"Let the front-line soldiers stand back, and then wave the universal flag and say we want to talk to their commander!"

The order was quickly conveyed, and when the front-line soldiers heard this order, their hearts were relieved, and the experienced veterans next to them immediately shouted: "Don't relax! We are still within the range of the enemy's archers." ”

Hearing this, the string that the soldiers had almost relaxed immediately tightened again.

The troops retreated quickly, the cavalry on both flanks were eyeing each other, and the defending troops did not dare to come out in pursuit.

Myron, who was on the walls of Covinde City, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the enemy retreating, but when he saw that the moat below had been filled in by a fifth, he frowned slightly.