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Montreal let go of the hand gripping the hilt of the sword and moved the knuckles, the steel plate on the glove did not fit the size of the fingers perfectly, and the tendons at the junction were too thick, which was not conducive to a long stalemate in a certain movement, which would make the whole palm and fingers very uncomfortable. He glanced sideways at the overseers sent by the four families, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly. Although he smiled very "rightly", he always gave people a sense of arrogance.

With 5,000 warriors, including 1,000 shields, Montreal had no worries about the final outcome of the war. It's not that he's arrogant, it's that the gap between the two sides is too big, big enough to ignore any commanding mistakes he makes, and big enough to ignore some of the other side's machinations. As long as they can still break through the wall this time, once they have taken a certain position, these elite shield guards will use their well-trained professionalism to tell this group of Ortlenburg pariahs what true warriors are.

The thought that he could escort a noble golden nobleman back to Xiliu City to boast of his martial arts made Montreal faintly excited, this kind of glory and opportunity is not something that everyone can encounter. In this Orlando Empire, where the Golden Family is the most noble with the Holy Bloodline, the title of the Golden Family alone determines the gap between ordinary people and them. If it weren't for such a battle, if it weren't for the fact that Wren on the other side was already the last person in the direct bloodline of the Golden Thorn Family, and if it weren't for the fact that his family had declined, Montreal would not have this opportunity.

He tightened the reins, his legs clamped, and the sat horse moved back and forth at a loss. He didn't notice that the overseers around him were quietly communicating in a way he didn't know much about.

The final outcome of this war will determine the political situation in the province of Bell, and if the Bol family wins, they will be the first to protest and attack Rennes and win, so they should take the largest piece of the cake for themselves in the next division of the cake, and the other families can only share a little cake crumbs with a light cream. If the Pol family lost, they might not be able to eat what Wren left behind, but Wren gave them a big gift, which was the city of Weststream.

No matter who they help, the consequences will make these noble lords really unsure of paying attention. On one side is a male lion who is already showing fatigue but still majestic, and on the other side is a young wolf who has just erupted baby teeth, and although it looks scary, it does not show a ferocious appearance. Neither side is a good thing, but both have their own strengths. In the end, the nobles gave the decision to this war.

If Rennes wins big, they will lean towards Rennes. If Montreal has a big chance of winning, then they will work with the Ball family. No matter who they ultimately choose, they won't suffer. And of course, without high risk, there is no greater reward.

On the city wall, Marven led this group of novices to prepare to defend the city, and put animal fat mixed with fire oil in a cauldron to boil over medium heat, and then poured all the cobblestones into it. When the other party starts to climb the city wall, light the oil in the cauldron and pour it down. The combination of fire oil and the burning of hot stones with flames was a nightmare for these soldiers who had taken off their armor to reduce their weight in order to climb the walls.

The two remaining caravans and the rescued siege vehicles approached the walls again, and the tension once again hit.

Seeing that the other party was already approaching the city wall, Marven shouted loudly: "Raise the shield!"

A small number of shields and a large number of planks were lifted high, and it was not long before a rain of arrows fell from the sky. Some people fell to the ground because they couldn't dodge, or didn't hide their figures, and the screams echoed through the walls in an instant. At the same time, coalition forces from the Boer family began to ascend the city.

Compared to the strange combat methods of those mercenaries, these shield guards are obviously more professional in the siege project. They had a small round shield fixed to their left arm, which seemed inconspicuous, but if they looked down from a high place, the small round shield was just enough to cover their figures. Two shoulder pads were also placed on the shoulders exposed to the round shield, and it can be said that as far as the ascent was concerned, it could be said that it was well prepared.

Of course, siege warfare is a huge meat grinder, and sufficiency is sometimes not so meaningful.

Hooks, simple ladders, quickly formed death passages, and the soldiers began to climb like beaded curtains hanging on doors in summer.

In Marven's roar, braving the rain of arrows, a lit cauldron began to tilt, and the oil burning with flames poured down, and in an instant, the entire city wall was like hell on earth.

Burning corpses were everywhere, and the stench spread instantly, and the mournful cries and weak moans were intertwined into a terrifying movement.

Both the people on and below the city walls were shocked into a cold sweat by the nightmare that ignited in an instant.

In Marven's reminder, the bridge plate buckled the wall battlement, and the knights who had already been ready to go whipped the war horses, and the war horses galloped in pain.

"Engage the enemy!"

The knight who rose from the bridge was already doomed in an instant, and the tip of Rulin's spear formed a wall of fate, crushing him and his horse fiercely. And this wall was also twisted and shattered by the heavy war horses. Seven or eight people were held down by the war horses, and blood spurted from their mouths on the spot, making a twisting sound of broken bones. More than a dozen people were knocked to the ground, and they quickly got up again to meet the second group of war horses.

Siege warfare was the most tragic of all wars, with countless people dying from the beginning.

Wren patted Blair on the shoulder, "Go, help them, we can't let the warhorses come so easily." ”

As he spoke, a dozen or so horses had successfully climbed the wall, and these knights, spears in hand, continued to assassinate the Ortlenburg people who surrounded them. Both the knights and the people of Ortlenburg who were sticking to the wall had already used their strength to eat.

The fight continued, time passed slowly, but quickly, and twenty minutes passed in a blink of an eye. Wren frowned tightly, watching Blair, who was covered in blood, begin to slow down, he took a deep breath, looked at the black head of the city below, and began to become agitated.

Why don't you get your hands on it yet?

"Why don't you do it yet?", the Bolton family overseer approached the Leos family overseer and lowered his voice. He glanced unnaturally at Montreal, who was clenched into fists beside him.

According to the agreement between them, once the situation is stalemate, it should be done. It seems that the overseers of the Leos family have no intention of making a move.

The overseer of the Leos family was a member of Bowen's clan, a cousin, and he smiled and reassured, "Wait, wait......." ”

"Maybe things will change. ”

Uncle Cousin asked rhetorically, "Is it bad to change? If the shield guards can really attack the wall, then let them consume each other." We don't necessarily have to honor the agreement with Ortlenburg, and we can go straight in. At that point, whether it's Terman or Wren, we'll have to step aside, and we'll have the final say here. ”

As soon as the hearts of the Bolton family jumped, they understood what their cousin meant. Both lions perished, and in the end only the hunter got the cheapest. If Ortlenburg is under their control, it is better than being restrained. Whether it's a monopoly or those licenses, it's all in their pockets, and then raise Wren as a puppet .......

The Bolton family's overseers smiled and retreated, no longer urging.

As time passed, Wren's anger continued to increase, and he knew very well that these nobles were already planning to tear up the agreement. As long as you have enough interests as a drive, the decency and demeanor of any nobles are bullshit, and there are not one or two nobles who are shameless for the sake of interests, and such things have not only happened once or twice. Eternal profit is the truth of this world.

At the same time, he also discovered an anomaly that made him settle down a little. The allied forces under the walls began to slow down in their ascent of the city, which was an excellent sign. He hesitated for half a minute, drew the long sword at his waist, and strode towards the head of the city wall where he was fighting. It seemed that seeing Rennes' figure approaching, the demoralized people of Ortrenburg suddenly felt a force, a power that came from being recognized, respected, and valued.

This nobleman is willing to stand with us!

The hierarchical society has given these ordinary people living at the bottom a kind of distorted values, and the arrival of Wren gives them a kind of morbid satisfaction in an instant, and the power of this satisfaction goes beyond the limits of the body. The morale-boosting Ortlenburg people were once again ferocious, and they abandoned their weapons and threw themselves on the enemy, holding him to the death. They use their teeth to bite each other's necks and fingernails to pick at each other's eyes.

This rogue way of fighting stunned the warriors of these professions in an instant, and they are accustomed to fighting with their opponents with a clear eye, blocking, chopping, dodging, and reaping the greatest results with the least effort. But these shameless untouchables trapped their hands and feet, and they could only be mended by the other party in the struggle.

The situation was reversed in an instant, and the coalition forces that had already occupied part of the wall were driven down again, and the situation was reversed in an instant!

Montreal's brow furrowed as he gave the herald a few orders to rearrange his tactics. It was the most speechless battle he had ever fought in a war in which he had participated, and the kind of scoundrel fighting was extremely effective in slaughtering the numerically inferior soldiers. He ordered the soldiers behind him to huddle as much as possible, rather than scattering to occupy more of the wall.

At this time, Uncle Cousin came over with a smile, took out a beautiful box from his arms, lifted the lid, and revealed pieces of cut Dragon Island smoke bricks.

"Do you want to have a bite?", Uncle Cousin smiled like an uncle next door, Montreal still has to rely on the deployment of these people, hesitated for a moment and did not refuse, and took a piece from it. He was about to explain that he was not in the mood to enjoy it when the situation cleared, but his cousin pulled the fire sickle away and came to his side.

He wanted to get angry, but in the end he resisted this irrational urge and lowered his head to get his cigarette gun.

At this moment, a sharp sword pierced his body and pierced through his chest!