XXXVI. Stalemate

"Boat! It's a ship!!Our ship is back!!"

On the battlefield, scattered cheers and shouts were heard everywhere. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The archers, who were hiding in the heights, were the first to get first-hand information, and they spread the news even further.

The defenders, whose morale was almost crushed, reinvigorated, gathered into small detachments, and began to resist layer by layer under the leadership of a few knights and captains.

For the defenders, this was the highest encouragement, but for the attacking mercenaries, it was not very comforting news.

It was clear that the enemy's morale could be completely crushed, and it was clear that the war was almost over, but at the last moment, such a support army appeared, as if it was going to oppose them, and wiped out the original good situation.

It's also thanks to the fact that this Charizard mercenary group is a battle-tested veteran on the battlefield, so they just feel depressed and dissatisfied, but their morale has not decreased.

The situation on the battlefield did not change significantly, because it was a street battle, and neither side was able to assemble a large number of troops, so the side with superior combat strength had an advantage relative to numbers.

In this way, although the morale was regained and the courage to raise arms against the enemy was once again restored, it was clear that courage could not be translated into actual combat effectiveness, and the defenders of Bol were still no match for the mercenaries.

Especially in the mercenary camp, there is also the ultimate trump card.

God blocks and kills gods, and demons block and kills demons, just like the existence of the god of war.

The presence of Balzac von Randall always favoured the mercenary side.

Therefore, despite the resistance of their lives, the defenders were still losing ground and the battle line was shaky.

The morale of the people who had just raised some of it fell to the freezing point in an instant.

Eventually, the mercenaries who had been hanging out at sea for a bit too long and had taken a while to regroup finally joined the fray.

"For the boss!" said.

"For the gold!" said the money fan.

"To get ahead!" said the monkey.

"Victory!!" the crowd shouted.

A bunch of guys in messy armor, or no protective gear at all, rushed up in a mess.

On the other side, Balzac took the lead, charging at the forefront of the Charizard mercenary group, swinging his weapon at the enemy who rushed head-on.

The spear and axe swept forward.

The atmosphere was shaking, and there was a terrifying scream.

Then there was a loud bang like striking iron.

Balzac was confronted by a fat, fleshy fellow who had encased himself in metal armor, and could only see the brutal eyes through the cracks in his helmet, which looked like a moving metal ball from a distance (although the ball was supposed to move).

He did a very good job, from the beginning of the war to the present, he was the first and only one to receive Balzac's fierce blow.

The loud bang of iron is the best proof of this, until then, all those who tried to confront the ferocious Charizard had only one end, and that was to fly into the sky.

But at the price, he felt like his arm was about to break, and as a part of his body, he felt that it no longer belonged to him.

"Weird...... Monster!"

"Huh, who's more like a monster?" was called a monster by a ball wrapped in iron armor, which made the bald mercenary a little unhappy.

"Quark, you're no match, let me come!" came an urgent voice from behind the metal ball.

Then, a man in black armor and carrying a huge iron sword appeared.

"Isn't this Uncle Balzac?" said the man who appeared on the scene, Bass said with a smile as if he were reminiscing.

"Is that you?" the tall, bald-headed regimental leader looked at the new enemy in front of him, a smile on his face. "It's really funny, I didn't expect to meet in this place, in this way, are you going to be my enemy?"

"I don't want to be your enemy, Captain Balzac, if you can. Reinhardt appeared beside Bass, and on this bloody battlefield, the pure white light was as impressive as an angel.

Neither his friends nor his enemies could help but be impressed.

But Balzac, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, did not eat this set.

"I'm sorry, Reinhardt, I've promised someone here, so I have to win. ”

"There are reasons why we can't lose. Reinhardt said with a faint smile.

"Then is it just a fight?"

"I think it's a shame that the two of us can actually work together, like ......" Reinhardt seemed to want to say something. (Tribute to the fake A)

"That's why I hate you. If it were someone else, I am afraid that he would really listen honestly to what this charismatic man wanted to say, but Balzac was different, he rudely interrupted the other party's words: "Reinhardt, the gossip ends here, if you want to fight, you will fight!"

"Alright, Reinhardt, it's not our usual chatter on the battlefield, it's still my uncle's words that suit my taste. Buzz shrugged and smiled.

"It's a shame that a lot of people will die like this. The white child of light's face was full of compassion.

"What kind of mercenary are you afraid of death!" Balzac laughed angrily. He pointed the tip of his axe at the other side.

At the same time, a black greatsword stood between the axe and Reinhardt.

"Reinhardt, give me this battle. ”

"Are you serious? The other party is a celebrity in the mercenary world. ”

"Isn't that great? I've wanted to fight this uncle for a long time, kill him, I'm the strongest!"

"Little ghost, don't be too complacent!"

"This is what I want to say, uncle, after fighting for so long, do you still have any strength left?"

So, Buzz struck.

Thick as a block of iron, the formidable two-handed greatsword swept towards Balzac.

Although this monster-like man was not as tall as Balzac, he was also unusually strong, and his whole person appeared extremely strong, like an incomparably strong steel that had been tempered and forged countless times.

The greatsword brought up a vicious wind, and smashed it at Balzac not so much as slashing.

The bald mercenary leader solemnly held the gun and axe with both hands, and fought back without showing weakness.

Two weapons that were also out of spec smashed into each other.

It was deafening, it was no longer a sound that could be made by mortals, so that the archers in the regular army who were hiding nearby subconsciously covered their ears, and some guys standing on high places were shaken off the roof like this.

Most of the city heard the loud noise, and the people hiding in the houses trembled, believing it to be the laugh of the devil who harvested souls on the battlefield.

The mercenaries present were so sad that they almost wanted to vomit blood, and some of them (especially those who were tossing and turning on the sea) even vomited, and the rest dragged these unlucky guys backwards again and again.

This is a battlefield that belongs to two fierce beasts, and the guy with insufficient strength is not even qualified to be a spectator.

The two of them bounced off in both directions.

"Hmph! Interesting!" Balzac smiled for the first time on the battlefield today.

"Not bad, uncle!" said Bas with the same joy, for he had been bored in the country for a long time, and this powerful enemy in front of him was undoubtedly very rare.

Once again, Bas used all his strength, centered on himself, and threw his greatsword, turning into a dark black whirlwind, smashing it at Balzac.

This time, Balzac did not fight hard, and his years of practical experience allowed him to read the limits of his opponent earlier than the young man Bass.

He skillfully used the structure of the gun and axe, cleverly put the axe blade on the opponent's sword, and gently used his skill.

The greatsword, which had relied mostly on centrifugal force, suddenly deviated from its direction and grazed Balzac's shoulder slightly, leaving a slight blood mark there, and flew by.

All this was in Balzac's calculations, and the minor injuries of that magnitude were almost negligible, but the resulting stun was fatal to the opponent.

"It's over, little ghost!!" Balzac roared, and the axe in his hand slashed at Bass without hesitation.

That blow was like a hit, and I'm afraid it would kill Bass.

At the same time, a stabbing sword stabbed like a viper into Balzac's side.

The big man had to stop immediately, and leaped backwards to avoid the deadly sneak attack.

"What are you doing? Reinhardt! This is my fight, don't make a move!" Buss, who had taken his life, did not thank the other party, but roared in dissatisfaction.

"Don't be too presumptuous, Bass, if you die, you won't get anything!

"Didn't you say yes, we want to get ahead together!"

"......" Bas was stunned for a moment and honestly closed his mouth.

Then, he turned to Balzac and said helplessly: "Tsk, I'm sorry, uncle, I can't fight you alone." ”

"Hmph, young people have to have a limit to their self-righteousness, and it doesn't matter how many people like you come here!"

"It's good to have self-confidence, Captain Balzac, but to be arrogant is stupid. Reinhardt said lightly.

"Just ...... with your body," Balzac clenched his weapon again.

"Come and experience this stupidity!!"

Hurricane is coming!