The battle on the city walls has entered a white heat, and the scattered Clipper mercenaries are no match for the well-organized "Bloodfront" knights, even if they have a numerical advantage, they are still losing and retreating, and soon, the area near the siege tower. Then, more siege towers came up, more mercenaries joined the battle, and the reinforcements the Clippers were hoping for were still far away.

"MD, how can you cut Lao Tzu!" The Nord strong man who was the commander of the regiment scolded and retreated, looked at the fewer and fewer friendly troops around him, and couldn't help gritting his teeth, "Everyone, retreat!

With this order, the already retreating front was defeated faster. Knight Evans chopped off the head of the last mercenary in front of him with a sword, and only then was he able to catch his breath. The enemy in front is retreating in an organized manner, and behind the back, the mercenaries with red cloth on their arms are rushing from behind one by one, biting the retreating enemy tightly. A bearded mercenary slowly paced behind him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Well done, knight, I'll accept ten times the commission unceremoniously." With that, he laughed and walked into his team.

Evans stared angrily at the mercenary's back, gritting his teeth and trying to move forward, but after a long and high-intensity battle, his legs were already like lead, and he couldn't move.

He is different from his predecessors, he is not a retired knight or a heavy cavalryman, but was promoted to a knight through the selection system of the mercenary group last year, and he is simply a rookie compared to those seniors who have experienced all kinds of big scenes. When the knights had dinner and drank and blew B, everyone could talk loudly, but he could only listen quietly, which made him very depressed. Therefore, he has always hoped that he himself can have a commendable feat, and the capture of Uxhall is definitely the brightest pearl of these rare experiences.

Only now, his armor was soaked with blood, his right hand holding the sword was trembling, and as for the shield, it had long since been split into a pile of rotten wood by the axe, and only one handle was still hanging alone on his left arm. With a bang, Evans gritted his teeth and took another step forward, but hurriedly stabbed his sword on the ground to prevent himself from falling to the ground.

"Damn," he cursed under his breath, then shouted "Harold, how's the squad?"

"Not good, knight. "Harold is a midshipman, not far away, but it doesn't seem like he's in very good shape," as far as I can see, six of his servants were killed in battle, and two of them were seriously wounded and incapacitated. Fortunately, they have been carried down by the Roden-Ross men. ”

"So, how many more of us can charge?" Evans asked.

"No, knight, not one. Harold shook his head, "Just look at your condition, knights are like this, and we apprentices and servants must be even worse." ”

"Damn," the mercenaries passed around him more and more, and the Clippers had retreated to the top of the stairs.

"Knight," Harold walked over and held him up, "I've worked hard for you, can you still go?"

The knight gritted his teeth, "Okay. ”

"With all due respect, knight, we can't afford to fight anymore, so retreat. ”

The knight swept his companions in his field of vision, looking at them covered in blood, but barely holding on, and finally reluctantly ordered, "Retreat." ”

This decision saved the lives of the knight and his companions, but no one was aware of it yet. The knights were annoyed by the fact that they had fallen short, and the mercenaries were ecstatic at the tenfold commission that was about to be paid. Yes, the situation is very good, I don't know why, the reinforcements on both sides have not moved, and they have already pressed the Clippers to the stairs, as long as they go down this staircase, they will attack Uxhall!

"Little ones, for ten times the bounty, kill me!"

"Oh!"

"MD, don't squeeze!"

", the bounty is our 'Zephyr Brigade'!"

"Think beautifully, give me death!"

"It's mine, it's mine, it's all mine!"

There was a slight confusion in the mercenary team at the front, but this only slightly affected the speed of the advance, after all, the enemy was just a mercenary who had no fighting spirit.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed at the staircase, and the mercenaries who rushed to the front with the clipper team who had no time to escape were cut into two pieces in an instant, and rows of blood springs rose to the sky, and the hot red liquid suddenly cooled the greed of the mercenaries, and when they woke up, they found that under the steps, it was no longer a panicked clipper team, but a neat queue, soldiers wearing heavy armor, holding swords in both hands, and the wide knight's giant helmet blocked their faces, no one could see what their expressions were now, but the mercenaries who were just roaring and charging in a hurry, their faces had become pale。

Quiet, for a long time, a trembling voice came from the mercenary team, "Big... The Great Sword Regiment?"

"I'm afraid of hair, there is only one step left in the stairs, rush!"

"Rush, my ten-fold commission!"

"My, my!"

The golden glow of the dinar once again blinded the mercenaries' greedy eyes, but it also boosted their morale. It's just that the head of the Great Sword Regiment's York just pursed his mouth covered by his helmet and only shouted one word, "Kill!"

The silver sword swung again, falling down one after another knife curtains, bringing up a puff of blood flowers, and cutting off heads one by one. The swordsmen of the Great Sword Regiment waved one step at a time, and where the silver light passed, death spread with the dispersion of blood.

It's just that the mercenaries are not willing to give up the wealth they are about to get, and they are still desperate to charge into the city. After being cut off countless heads, they finally found a flaw, and that was the rhythm of the swordsmen's swings. The weight of the big sword, the weight of the armor, this is not a burden that can be ignored casually, which means that it is impossible for the swordsmen to play a set of flowing attacks like wielding a long sword, or a half-sword in their hands, during which there must be a long buffer action, and the mercenaries seized this opportunity. After the swordsmen swung one piece, the mercenaries in the front row not only did not retreat, but took a few steps forward, swinging their weapons at the swordsmen with all their might. It's a pity that the famous Great Sword Regiment could not be defenseless against such an obvious flaw? At the moment when the mercenary's weapon was about to swing, several big swords suddenly stabbed out from the gap in the team, stabbing the mercenaries who thought they had caught the flaw. Some of the mercenaries were lucky enough to dodge the attack, but this dodge wasted precious time, and the big swords in the hands of the swordsmen in the front row had been raised again, ruthlessly slashing at the self-righteous mercenaries.

Blood can stir up the ferocity of the brave and scare the cowardly. Selfish mercenaries clearly fall into the latter category. After several fruitless attacks, the courage aroused by greed could no longer be maintained, and the last of their poor morale finally collapsed as their companions in front of them fell like wheat harvested. The mercenaries in the front began to push and shove, and fled backwards, while the companions in the middle did not want to fall into the ground, and resolutely refused to let go, and the soldiers in the back row did not know why, but still pushed forward, so the whole team was in chaos, with orders, shouts, and howls intertwined, and everyone fought separately and without organization. The mercenaries, who could still shoot a few arrows in the cold, were also coerced by this chaotic team, but the Great Sword Regiment was still steady and unchaotic, and carried out their cruel task step by step.

In the end, the mercenaries' battle line failed to reach the city of Uxhall, and they were pushed back by the ruthless sword curtain of the Great Sword Regiment, little by little, step by step, slowly but resolutely.

As the blood gradually spread, the morale of the mercenary group soon collapsed, the team began to accelerate and retreat, and the Great Sword Regiment finally climbed the city wall. Perhaps because they arrived in the open field, the mercenaries, who had been retreating, inexplicably gained courage, and under the roar of their respective commanders, a new team was gradually formed.

"Steady! They have less than two hundred men! Drown them!"

However, how could the Great Sword Regiment let them do what they wanted, and the swordsmen quickly dispersed, and at the same time rushed towards the line of mercenaries. The heavy sword was swung again, but, unlike the previous style, the screen continued to flash around the swordsman like flowing water, and those who invaded the sword encirclement, whether it was mercenaries or arrows, were all cut off. If you look down from the air, it is as if on the red city wall of Uxhall, shining silver flowers bloom, and bright red raindrops fall, adding a bewitching beauty to this neat flower bush.

In the end, in the bloody sun, the mercenaries who suffered heavy casualties were driven off the city by crying wolf.

In the end, Aisona still did not give the order for "Bloodblade" to attack the city, after all, it was almost dusk, and the soldiers who had been fighting for a day also needed to rest. As for the night attack, the princess looked at the towering walls in the setting sun and the still terrified soldiers in the camp, and finally abandoned the adventure.

In the tent of Her Royal Highness the Princess, the leaders of the various mercenary groups have already taken their seats, but, judging from their sad expressions, everyone's losses are not small.

Ai Sona lifted the curtain of the tent, sat down on the main seat of the conference table, and after scanning the head of the mercenary group present, she spoke, "You have worked hard in today's battle. ”

However, before she could say the next word, a mercenary leader suddenly stood up and said in a tone with a hint of complaint, "Lady Azona, we are all rough people, just say anything." Today's battle is fought, you know what the specific situation is, all the brothers are suffering heavy casualties, and the soldiers under him are also complaining, if you can't give an explanation as soon as possible, it is estimated that no one will want to fight again tomorrow. Tell us what you're going to do. ”

Aisona frowned and asked rhetorically, "Then what do you think should be done?"

"We're mercenaries, and to put it bluntly, we all love money. The regimental commander smiled and made a number, "If you are willing to give more than that, we will kick those lazy ass into the wall." The head of the regiment thought that he had eaten the princess's order.

Asona's men, Roden-Ross and the "Bloodfront" mercenaries are very strong, but they are still not enough compared to the walls of Uxhall and the defenders of the city, who have already suffered a lot of losses. Moreover, even if they were to take the city, Haraus and his men would not sit idly by, and after that, more Swadia soldiers would still flood the place. In short, if she wants to rule the land, Asona must rely on these mercenaries. Since the "fat sheep" has such an urgent request, then we can't complain about slaughtering it.

Seeing the mercenary leader's figures, Asona frowned and replied, "Captain, is your appetite too big? Besides, the contract doesn't say that the price will be increased in this case." ”

"Hey, this time, that time. The head of the regiment put on the face of a profiteer, "You see that we have died so many people, and our morale is so bad, who wants to continue to work without compensation, don't you say?"

"If I don't give it, what will you do?"

All the regimental commanders present smiled knowingly, but only the one who stood up said, "We, of course, we won't be fine, but we will probably see you at the top of the city tomorrow." After a hard day of fighting, I think the defenders of the city should be happy to strengthen their garrison. ”

"You're threatening me?"

"No, no, no, how can we threaten customers?" the head of the regiment put on that disgusting smile again, "I'm just stating a fact. So, how do you decide?"

Aisona frowned, waited for the regiment leader, and said word by word, "I don't like to cooperate with people who threaten me. ”

"Ah, that's a shame. The head of the regiment did not care at all, dusted off the hem of his clothes, bowed to himself as a gentleman, and said to the princess, "Then, Lady Azona, see you tomorrow." With that, he planned to go out. Seeing this, the other heads of the regiment stood up unhurriedly, followed him, and walked out unhurriedly, probably thinking that the princess was just bluffing, and that sooner or later they would be called back.

In the end, Aisona still did not give the order for "Bloodblade" to attack the city, after all, it was almost dusk, and the soldiers who had been fighting for a day also needed to rest. As for the night attack, the princess looked at the towering walls in the setting sun and the still terrified soldiers in the camp, and finally abandoned the adventure.

In the tent of Her Royal Highness the Princess, the leaders of the various mercenary groups have already taken their seats, but, judging from their sad expressions, everyone's losses are not small.

Ai Sona lifted the curtain of the tent, sat down on the main seat of the conference table, and after scanning the head of the mercenary group present, she spoke, "You have worked hard in today's battle. ”

However, before she could say the next word, a mercenary leader suddenly stood up and said in a tone with a hint of complaint, "Lady Azona, we are all rough people, just say anything." Today's battle is fought, you know what the specific situation is, all the brothers are suffering heavy casualties, and the soldiers under him are also complaining, if you can't give an explanation as soon as possible, it is estimated that no one will want to fight again tomorrow. Tell us what you're going to do. ”

Aisona frowned and asked rhetorically, "Then what do you think should be done?"

"We're mercenaries, and to put it bluntly, we all love money. The regimental commander smiled and made a number, "If you are willing to give more than that, we will kick those lazy ass into the wall." The head of the regiment thought that he had eaten the princess's order.

Asona's men, Roden-Ross and the "Bloodfront" mercenaries are very strong, but they are still not enough compared to the walls of Uxhall and the defenders of the city, who have already suffered a lot of losses. Moreover, even if they were to take the city, Haraus and his men would not sit idly by, and after that, more Swadia soldiers would still flood the place. In short, if she wants to rule the land, Asona must rely on these mercenaries. Since the "fat sheep" has such an urgent request, then we can't complain about slaughtering it.

Seeing the mercenary leader's figures, Asona frowned and replied, "Captain, is your appetite too big? Besides, the contract doesn't say that the price will be increased in this case." ”

"Hey, this time, that time. The head of the regiment put on the face of a profiteer, "You see that we have died so many people, and our morale is so bad, who wants to continue to work without compensation, don't you say?"

"If I don't give it, what will you do?"

All the regimental commanders present smiled knowingly, but only the one who stood up said, "We, of course, we won't be fine, but we will probably see you at the top of the city tomorrow." After a hard day of fighting, I think the defenders of the city should be happy to strengthen their garrison. ”

"You're threatening me?"

"No, no, no, how can we threaten customers?" the head of the regiment put on that disgusting smile again, "I'm just stating a fact. So, how do you decide?"

Aisona frowned, waited for the regiment leader, and said word by word, "I don't like to cooperate with people who threaten me. ”

"Ah, that's a shame. The head of the regiment did not care at all, dusted off the hem of his clothes, bowed to himself as a gentleman, and said to the princess, "Then, Lady Azona, see you tomorrow." With that, he planned to go out. Seeing this, the other heads of the regiment stood up unhurriedly, followed him, and walked out unhurriedly, probably thinking that the princess was just bluffing, and that sooner or later they would be called back.

In the end, Aisona still did not give the order for "Bloodblade" to attack the city, after all, it was almost dusk, and the soldiers who had been fighting for a day also needed to rest. As for the night attack, the princess looked at the towering walls in the setting sun and the still terrified soldiers in the camp, and finally abandoned the adventure.

In the tent of Her Royal Highness the Princess, the leaders of the various mercenary groups have already taken their seats, but, judging from their sad expressions, everyone's losses are not small.

Ai Sona lifted the curtain of the tent, sat down on the main seat of the conference table, and after scanning the head of the mercenary group present, she spoke, "You have worked hard in today's battle. ”