Chaos was what Engrave wanted, but she found that the chaos was gradually getting out of control. All the men with weapons in www.biquge.info atrium of the castle fought each other, waving their weapons in an unorganized manner and letting out a meaningless battle cry.

It's no wonder that the crowd of fighters included Ryordians in black lion robes, Nords in fur armor, captive prisoners in sackcloth prison suits, Nords in black lion robes, and captive prisoners in black lion robes.

So, in this battlefield where the costumes are extremely chaotic, everyone is fighting and thinking deeply about three questions,

Where am I?

Who's cutting me?

Who am I hacking?

Therefore, in the chaotic battle, it is inevitable that there will be an embarrassing situation in which the knights of Ruierdian cut the knights of Ruierdian, and the Nordians cut the Nords.

Engrad saw a Nord man wielding a half-sword that he had picked up and frantically slashing a Ryrdian knight, and the knight barely resisted, and finally found an opportunity, kicked the Nord, and then stepped on his chest and roared, "You bitch raised me to see clearly, Lao Tzu is also a Nord!"

"Devils, the Nords' helmets are painted. ”

"Damn, keep your dog's eyes open and see clearly!" he said, snapping his helmet forty-five degrees, pointing to a shadow near the back of his head and yelling, "Lao Tzu's paint brush is here!"

The scene was a bit awkward, but Engrave was happy with the chaos. After all, the Ryordians didn't know how the Nords were recognized, and they were really indiscriminate, and they must have caused more accidental injuries than their own. However, she soon became uneasy, because she found that she seemed to overestimate the discipline of this group of subordinates. The red-eyed Nords are a bunch of crazy people, and when they get mad, they cut people when they see them,

The ghost went to tell if the person in front of him had paint on his head.

Finally, when a painted Swadia soldier swung his sword at her, who was also painted, Ngrad couldn't take it anymore. She jerked sideways to give way to the attack, then slammed her backhand into the fool's wrist and disarmed him, followed by a reflexive elbow and kick that threw the big man to the ground with a muffled grunt.

Engrad gasped, pulled off his helmet, and then stretched out his leg and kicked the helmet on the head of the big man lying on the ground to the side, seeing the blonde hair exposed inside, and whispered an idiot. Then he took a deep breath as he looked at the chaotic battlefield, withdrew his throat and roared with all his might

"Take off your helmets for the old lady, bastards!"

Engrad was in Nord, and when he heard the angry roar of the eldest sister, the Nords were first startled, and then they did as they were told. And the Ryordian people didn't understand, they were still in a daze, indifferent, this time, the camp was suddenly clear, those wearing helmets were all enemies, and the Nords finally had a direction to release, and the slashing became a lot more ferocious. And this Nordic roar also made the people of Ryordian suddenly wake up and understand who they were fighting against.

"brute!"

"It's the work of the Nords!"

"Kill these invaders!"

Recovering from the chaos, the Ryordians tried to form a defensive line, but their commander was either hacked to death in the barracks, or in the chaos of the battle, he was taken care of by the Nords and went to meet Merandor early. Therefore, their efforts to reorganize the front were not successful, and they could only retreat one after another.

Everything went so smoothly that Engrede's own soldiers and the prisoners of the rebellion slowly but surely advanced towards the castle, and the arson squad she had arranged had gone up to the city walls, successfully securing a way out, and if the situation changed, they would swing their winches and open the gates for Engrede and them to retreat.

Still, she felt that something was wrong. Although the fighting in the south dragged down a large number of troops of the Ryordians, Fort Repolet was a frontier town after all, and although it was only a castle, in Swadia, its level of defense was the same as that of large cities such as Paraven. An ordinary castle has a garrison of two hundred at most and reserves for one month, while Fort Repolet, when she and Aisona are facing off, has a garrison of five hundred at most, and reserves supplies for three months, which is exactly one winter. However, looking at the retreating Ruierdian soldiers, counting the people lying on the ground, even if there were heavy casualties due to chaos, it should not be the only one. And, what worries her even more is that she still has a team of soldiers who have no news.

Engrave had a very bold plan, and in order to be able to evacuate all the food, she would not only plunder, but take the castle.

So, she divided her more than 100 men into two teams, half of them playing the role of triumphant soldiers, while the other half played the role of prisoners, the soldiers to hide people's eyes, and the prisoners to enter the dungeon and organize a riot. In her estimation, even if the defenders of Fort Repolet were transferred a lot, there should be three hundred people, and with the addition of the minor nobles and their own soldiers who had mixed seniority, no matter how heroic she and her soldiers were, they would not have much chance of winning at such a disadvantage. So, she needs these outlaws to fill her army, even if it's just to be cannon fodder.

After sending the "captives" to prison, she divided the team into three again, thirty of them went with her to free the prisoners and deal with the guest troops, twenty of them set fire to create chaos, attracted the soldiers in the fortress and occupied the only gate to secure their own retreat, and the remaining twenty or so took advantage of the chaos to raid the fortress, hijack the enemy commander, force the enemy to surrender, and end the battle as soon as possible.

The hijacking of this task was undoubtedly the most critical, and she had sent her most trusted subordinate, Khalgan, to carry out this mission, however, until now Ngrave had not received any news, no one had returned with good news, no bad news had come from the wounded soldiers, there was not even a sound of fighting in the fortress, and the small group of men and horses looked like mud cattle entering the sea, and did not make a single wave.

Something was wrong, something was wrong, the situation was still in her favor, and now her warriors had stormed the stairs, and the gates of the fortress were close at hand. For Engrave, though, this is not something to be happy about. The fact that the current offensive went unexpectedly well indicates that the enemy's resistance was less than expected, and that there were not many soldiers drawn from the castle, and that Kellergan's operation was likely to fail as a result. Sure enough, the gate of the fortress suddenly opened, and a group of Svadian soldiers armed with spears suddenly rushed out, stuck at the staircase, and stabbed indiscriminately downward. Although this also caused many of his comrades who were still resisting, it also succeeded in curbing the Nord offensive.

Immediately afterward, two teams of Svadia crossbowmen hurried past behind them, one on the left and one on the right, and quickly occupied the walls. Then, raise the crossbow machine in your hand.

The female warrior was shocked, raised the shield in her hand, and shouted loudly, "Stand back, defend the formation!"

The other Nord warriors naturally saw the sudden change, and they naturally reacted quickly after a hundred battles, and quickly formed a shield array back to back, but the crossbow arrows of the Rui Erdian people were faster, and countless arrows shot down from all directions, quickly harvesting a piece of soul, while the remaining Nord people, who recovered from the sudden shock, calmly raised their shields, retreated, and formed a shield array with Engrad as the center, firmly protecting her in the center. It's just that the Nords have all the kite shields captured from the Swadian soldiers, and they don't use them easily, so the shield array looks a little rough, which also gives the viper-like crossbow arrows a chance to take advantage of, and Engrad heard a few muffled snorts of pain.

Crunch, clatter, hearing a tooth-aching sound of metal rubbing, Engrave hurriedly looked back, only to see that the heavy gate of the castle was slowly being opened, and it was the brothers who had seized the gate to do it. However, Engrave had a bitter face, and now they were suppressed and unable to move, and even if they succeeded in opening the city gates, they would not be able to get out.

Soon, the sound of sore teeth stopped abruptly, and a dozen corpses were thrown from the city.

Now, they have really become turtles in an urn. As the gate of the castle finally closed slowly, Engrave lost the last chance to escape, and on the city wall, the rain of arrows of the Ryrdian people was still fierce, and the warriors of Nord did not dare to act rashly, they could only raise their shields and fight their spirits, without a trace of slackness, otherwise, the ubiquitous arrows would easily kill them.

In order to disguise themselves as Swadia soldiers, they did not carry long-range weapons, and now it seems that this decision turned out to be the biggest mistake of course. If there were only crossbow arrows, it would be enough, and what was even more infuriating was that the spearmen stood on the platform at the corner of the staircase, holding an array of spears and stabbing into the shield array. However, there was an unlucky guy who stabbed the spear too hard, and he didn't come back at once, and was dragged down by the Nords below with the spear and the people, and hacked to death with a knife, which made her feel a little better. However, if it continues like this, it is only a matter of time before they fall.

Engrad gritted his teeth and shouted, "Farhan!

"Here, big sister!"

"Bring your people to rush a wave, our life or death depends on you!"

"Okay," he said, raising his shield and making a move with his right hand, "Keep up with Lao Tzu, charge!"

The shield array was like a slice of cake, and a group of people quickly rushed up the stairs with their shields on their heads, while the shield array behind them also slowly moved forward to provide cover for the charging warriors. The order to retreat from N'Gray had opened a slight distance between the Nord warriors and the walls.

The Nords rushed up the stairs again, and the Ryordians in the front row abandoned their spears and drew their shields and swords for battle. The Nords were in danger but became more and more courageous, while the Ryordians were condescending, and the forwards of the two sides quickly collided together, and in the first encounter, the terrain advantage gave the Ryrdians the advantage, and the Nord charge was blocked on the stairs.

However, as hand-to-hand combat unfolds, the Northland men discover that their troubles have only just begun. As soon as they fought, the experienced Nords found that the Swadian soldiers who stood in the way were also veterans of a hundred battles, and it was not easy to fight them in such an unavoidable position, and the spearmen in the back row were not idle, and the steps gave them a particularly comfortable height difference, so that their spears could easily pass their comrades in front and pierce into the Nords' bodies. On the other hand, the Nords were overwhelmed by this sudden attack, and Farhan, as the commander, took the lead and was stabbed unprepared. But as brave as he was, he didn't dare to take a blank slap like this, and as soon as he bit his teeth, despite the tearing of the wound, he grabbed the spear and pulled it hard, and the spearman was caught off guard and was thrown down the stairs. However, he himself opened the door wide open, and was slashed several times by the Rui Erdian people in front of him.

"Farhan!" Engrad cried out in pain, but the Nord warrior did not hear it in the noise of the battlefield. Ignoring the gushing blood and the sharp blade that had pierced his body, he leapt forward, grabbed the old Raldian, and scrambled and fell down the stairs. Farhan used his life to make a hole in the line of the Rydianians, and the remaining warriors immediately rushed forward, hoping to break through. However, the commander of the Ryordian people did not eat for nothing, only to hear a sudden angry rebuke from the spearman's hand, and in the next moment, countless spears pierced the gap, and the Nords, who had lost their command, could only retreat, and then, another Swadia heavy infantry threw down his spear and raised his shield to the front line. Everything was back to the way it was, and nothing seemed to have changed except for the blood of the fourteen Nord warriors under the walls of Ryrdian.

The female warrior closed her eyes in grief, and none of the fourteen warriors, from the moment they advanced, took a step back, fought bloodily, and died without turning their heels. She didn't give the order to retreat, and for the war-hungry Nords, what difference was there between ordering a retreat in the middle of the battle and saying that they were cowards?

Now she was in a lot of pain, but it didn't help. What to do next? That was the most pressing question before her. As she pondered, she suddenly noticed that the sound of the arrow nailed to the shield seemed to be gradually weakening, no, not only weakening, as if it had stopped.

Seeing this, the Nord warriors, who had been aggrieved for so long, immediately became excited, brandished their weapons, and were about to rush up with a roar, but

"Come back to me!" Ngrad stopped her eager men, she didn't think that the Raldians with their backs to the castle would run out of crossbows, presumably, as long as they made a rash move, the dense blow just now would come again. Anyway, the battle situation can't be worse anymore, let's see what tricks Rui Erdian is playing.

Sure enough, a man who looked like a nobleman, surrounded by soldiers, walked out of the fortress gate. This thing looks very thoughtful, and it wears the same sleeveless plate armor suit as the knights. It's just that, I don't know if it's to show off his noble status, he carved flowers on the edges of the shoulder armor and glove armor, which looks a bit Sven.

He was not small, and he came out of the fortress, went straight to the platform at the corner of the staircase, and nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the Nords waiting under the wall, like a king reviewing his troops.