Officer David Ardan led his men through the already chaotic city to the south gate of the city, but they didn't seem to be in a hurry, and they still walked towards their destination with solid steps. The hoplites marched along www.biquge.info ramparts, and from time to time gravel fell overhead as the enemy trebuchets continued to fire. They held their bronze shields high above their heads to avoid the damage caused by the rubble.

When the group reached the city gate, another young officer was already waiting.

"Haas, how many of the rest of the people have you gathered?" Yadan asked.

"It's all I can call here." Haas beckoned, and about 100 people gathered.

Yadan frowned, which meant that he now only had 300 troops left in his hands. In 10 days, his men had lost more than sixty percent, and no commander would be happy to see that.

"Alright, boys, come here!" The soldiers gathered around him at Adan's command.

"Listen, Admiral Lambonte has given us this order: once the gates are broken open by the bunnies, we are responsible for blocking them all so that the rest of the men can retreat into the barricades to prepare the second line of defense. Okay, if you have any questions and suggestions, just ask me them, and I'll kick his ass away if anyone is too long-winded. ”

"Sir, when are we going to pull down?"

"Wait until you can't see your own people around. Anything else? ”

"Sir, are we going to die?"

"I can't answer you, but if you want to be a deserter, I can knock your head right now. Okay, what else? ”

"Sir, I heard that after this battle, you are going back to your hometown to get married?" When the soldiers heard this, they burst into laughter.

"If you kid talk more nonsense, I'll just make you inhumane!" Yadan roared back with a red face, and the soldiers laughed even harder.

"Lord Yadan, they're coming in!" Haas reminded.

Yadan turned his head, the tattered gate was already crumbling under the impact of the rushing car, and the square log that served as the latch had already shown obvious shear damage, and it was only a matter of time before it was completely broken. Adan instructed the men to follow, and they came to the side of the pile of debris that had been used to block the gates, which had already made a "crunching" gasp and could not hold on for long.

"All crouch, take cover, and prepare for battle!" Yadan gave such an order.

With the last impact, the gate was slammed open by the car and smashed heavily into the pile of debris that blocked the gate, shattering into several pieces. The infantry, hidden in the rushing car, rushed out immediately, jumped over the pile of debris, and was preparing to make a big move. At this moment, Adan let out a roar of rage, and suddenly stood up and tossed the two men who were close to him to the ground. Seeing this, the Phalonsi, who had bowed down, followed suit and knocked the unprepared Iberians to the ground. It was as if the Iberian soldiers had jumped into a trap, and one by one they never returned. The battle axes of the Pharians mercilessly turned out to be the first to jump in the enemy, and they themselves were unscathed. But their situation is like standing in the crater of an erupting volcano, and temporary success will not change the general trend.

At the same time, the Pharencian army, which was fighting on the walls, received an order to retreat.

"Grossling, the order to retreat has come down." Kreyot touched Grosling's edge.

"I see, we're going to fight back, and then we'll get out."

"Okay, that's it!" Kreyit said, touching it back again.

Groslin waited for a moment, because the city gate had been breached, so the enemy's support units would inevitably move forward, and at this time they could take the opportunity to launch a salvo against the enemy troops under the walls, and then calmly withdraw from the battle line. Sensing that the time was ripe, he shouted to the remaining archers to get up and fire three volleys. The sudden counterattack of the Falencians caused great damage to the Iberians who were crowded under the walls, and the wails were everywhere. However, misfortune also happened at this time, and there were some Iberian shortbowmen who came here with the infantry. After being struck, they reflexively fought back against the walls under the cover of the shieldmen. An arrow shot right in front of Groslyn and pierced his left eye!

Grosling's eyes darkened, followed by a sharp pain, and he shivered and touched his face, covering his injured eyes. Grossling didn't have the courage to pull out his arrow, but he didn't lose his usual composure. He summoned his non-commissioned officers and ordered him to lead his archers to retreat with Kreit, who had come to meet them. By the time Kreitt arrived at him, Groslin had fallen into a slight coma, and Kreit immediately ordered someone to carry him down for treatment. Due to the good command of the two, the Phalansis withdrew from the eastern wall without paying much price.

And on the western wall, the troops of the Third Army were not so lucky. The Iberian Royal Knights, who had been responsible for blocking the connection between Lankados and Gresden, also drew some troops to attack the city, and the combat effectiveness of an Iberian trainee knight was definitely many times that of an Iberian militia. Both commanders of the 3rd Army were bogged down.

"Officer Fersen, which one is Captain Fersen?!"

"I'm here!" After kicking down a siege ladder, Fersen yelled back at the source of the sound.

A dusty-faced herald crawled to his side, "Hello, sir. ”

"Who sent you?" Fersen was quite dissatisfied with letting this rookie run to the front line at this time.

"Admiral Lanfonte orders you to retreat, all into the nearby barricades."

"I see, has General Bass gotten the news?" Fersen leaned against the wall to rest.

"I don't know, I hope my companion can find him without a hitch." The herald replied honestly.

"Young man, though it is likely that you will not need it again, I ought to teach you that when you hear this kind of question, you should tell me very firmly, 'General Bass has safely retreated to the rear.' Got it? ”

"Isn't the herald supposed to tell the truth? Faithfully conveying orders and instructions? ”

"The herald also has an obligation to stabilize the morale of the army and boost morale, well, follow me, so that you will not be skulled by the Iberians." With that, Fersen picked up his tomahawk and beckoned his remaining colleagues to retreat.

On another rampart, another herald fell halfway through, and with his sword in hand, he was surrounded by three Iberian probationary knights. Although he stabbed one of them in the throat, he was slashed by the other two more than a dozen times. The Iberians did not know that they had achieved an important victory.

Bass, who had not been given orders, was clearly in a terrible situation, and the small group he led was surrounded by a steady stream of Iberians pouring up the walls. Bass knew that the situation had deteriorated irreversibly, and as a senior officer, he knew that breaking out was the right way to go.

"Lord Bass, I can't see anyone else, not a single one!" One of the staff members said in horror.

"Lord Bass, what are we going to do, it's all enemies all around!"

"Basda ......"

"Okay, calm me down." Bas roared, "Look at your current virtues, the Iberians are scaring you all out of the water?!" Tom Andak and his men were not afraid of the same number of Mastars. Nobody wants to die here for nothing, right? Even if the Grim Reaper wanted to summon me now, I told him to wait until I had killed enough of the enemy in front of me before meeting him. What do you guys think? ”

"Let him wait, let him wait a little longer!" Only the remaining dozen or so people replied in unison.

"Very good, very good, don't disgrace the Third Army! Follow me! Buzz roared, brandishing his double-sided battle axe, which had been cut through the gap, and charged towards the crowd.

"Hasus!" The Phariseans followed.

The Iberian dragon knights can confidently and boldly fly over Lankados at this moment, they are only here to observe the battle situation on the front line. The eastern, southern, and western walls of the entire Lancados were already covered with Iberian armies, and they spread over the walls like a raging tide. In the midst of such a tide, the figure of the Pharansi seemed lonely, like a candle in the wind. But such a seemingly thin force still sets off ripples in this tide that people can't ignore.

China could clearly see the situation on the city wall from her command post, and her mood now naturally could not be described as relaxed. Behind her, the staff were nervously packing up everything in the headquarters, not wanting to leave anything of value for an Iberian.

"Legion Commander......" one of the staff members stepped forward to remind.

"No, wait a little longer, I can wait a little longer." China didn't look back.

"Legion Captain, Officer Fersen has been removed!" The herald rushed in to report.

It was only then that China turned around and ordered everyone to get out of here. She knew very well that there were still many Farency officers and soldiers behind her who were fighting their last words, but she was powerless to save them.

Cenna met Faison at one of the nearest barricades and asked him about the battle ahead, and more importantly about the senior officers. Ferson regretfully told her that he didn't know much about the other people's conditions either. They waited there for a while, and some soldiers who had broken out brought news of Bath. The officers of the 8th Division must have shown great heroism, although he was described only by one sentence: "General Bass kept shouting in the midst of the enemy crowd: 'I am Lut Bass of the 3rd Army of the Falency Army!'" He just kept shouting like this......" was such a simple sentence that the narrator couldn't stop crying. Others can imagine how magnificent the situation was as powerful as he saw.

Soon, Kreyot also found the place to report the situation, and Groslyn's condition made everyone sad again.

"I don't know what the situation of Yadan is, although judging by the situation of the enemy, they coped with the task well." Faison said.

"Kreyitt."

"I'm here, Legionnaire."

"You organize some people and find a way to deal with the Yadan school officials and they are withdrawn." China said with her head down.

"Yes, Legionnaire."

"No, wait a minute," China bit her lip and called out to the other party again, "you remember to act on the opportune time, don't make unnecessary sacrifices, and if the enemy's forces are too strong, please keep in my mind the heroic posture of their last battle!" Do you understand?! ”

"Xiaguan understands."

Not long after Kreyot left, Officer Rown, who was supposed to stay in bed to recuperate, staggered in with his tomahawk, his head tightly bandaged.

"Why are you here, I should have ordered the wounded to change into civilian clothes and place the hidden ones on the spot?" China looked at Luo Ang in surprise.

"I organized the lightly wounded, and I thought I could cut down a few Iberians." Luo An's voice was hoarse, and he actually felt dizzy, but he just walked over by himself. If the officers do not set an example, how can they arouse the enthusiasm of the soldiers?

China looked behind him and hastily estimated that more than eighty percent of the wounded had taken up arms and joined the battle. At this moment, China felt that she could not judge whether she would survive the battle, but she could at least be confident that Falunsi would win the battle in the end. Yes, she thinks so. At the same time, she also understood another problem, the world thought that the Third Legion of Falency had become a well-known force on the continent because of Sogland's strategy, but unfortunately they only saw the surface. Sogrand has left an indelible mark on the soul of this force, which is the basis for the Third Army to become a victorious division. So, has she herself left the same weight to the XIII Corps? China believes that there is, because deep down in her soul she has something in common with Sogrande.

"Colonel Luo An, with your qualifications, you don't need me to teach you how to do it, do you?"

"Of course, there is no need for Admiral Lanfangte to bother, the lower officials will arrange it." Luo Ang tried to restrain his dizziness and said immediately.

"That's good, I'll take care of the rectangular area between fifth, seventh, tenth, and twelfth streets."

"Yes, sir!" Luo Ang accepted the order, and the streets of Lancados, marked with odd numbers in the east-west direction and even numbers in the north-south directions, and the area to which Luo Ang was assigned was located in the east of the city. This is a familiar place for those who have been stationed here all year round.

"Alright, Officer Ferson, organize your people, we still have a lot of work to do." China said.

At the same time, the Farencian hoplites guarding the southern gates presented the Iberian army with a world-class problem. They killed all attempts by the Iberian army to break through the front of the city gates, and it was amazing that three of the men and horses of the Banner Coalition were blocked there without moving a single step. The Iberian army had already organized seven charges in this area, all of which were repulsed by the Pharisens.

Now even the Iberian army in the rear has received information that, according to General Garcia's plan, the troops attacking the city gate should be the first to break through into the city, and cooperate with the other troops who are climbing the wall to attack and clear the Farensi army on and near the wall. But now the situation was reversed, and the Iberians had to climb the walls from one side and then come down from the other side to outflank the battle at the gates. In this way, whether it is in terms of efficiency or momentum, it is obviously not a good situation.

However, Offleet III's subsequent overstepping command steered the Iberians in an even worse direction.

"There are only two or three hundred Phalonians at the city gate, and you can't even attack it? It's not the Mastar Phalanx, and even if it were, so many of you should have rushed in a long time ago. Keep charging for me, and be sure to defeat them from the front. If those militiamen can't rush up, let the knights dismount and charge! "Offleet III was furious at such a humiliating performance. The herald retreated to the king's scolding.

At the gates of the city, the Pharisens had just cleared a wave of enemies coming down from the walls. Adan shook off the blood from his tomahawk and beckoned his soldiers to realign themselves.

"Aha, the knights of Iberia are finally willing to come." Haas said to Adan.

On the king's orders, the Iberian front had their knights drawn from their respective knights, changed into infantry armor, and raised their two-handed swords to launch the eighth charge against the Pharians' positions. The Knights' tactical literacy and combat skills were clearly superior to those of the militia, and Yadan knew that he and his men would be put to great tests.

The knights formed a tight formation and drove towards the Pharisees, hoping to clear the barriers at the gates first, and then the Pharisees. The knights in charge of clearing the way were obviously experienced guys, and a few reckless ones rushed forward first, and they were easily cut down.

"Everyone, pay attention, this time there is a hard bone to gnaw!" Yadan reminded loudly.

Soon, the two sides began to make contact, and the Iberians were not in a hurry to attack their opponents, hoping to clear a smooth road first. Their great swords were unanimous and outward, so that the Pharyns could not come close. However, they clearly underestimated the blood of the Pharisens. At this moment, a Pharian stood on a high obstacle, roared, and pounced on the opponent's formation. There was no doubt that he was immediately stabbed through by several of the opponent's long swords, but his body also smashed the Iberian formation with potential energy.

"Hasus!" Adan roared. Seeing their comrades sacrificed in this way, the rest of the Falencians suddenly became enthusiastic, and they rushed towards the Iberian formation. The Iberian knights, standing on the outermost ground, were horrified to find that even if they could stab their opponent in the heart, their skulls would be immediately cracked open by their opponent's tomahawk. The Iberians and Pharisees fell in pairs, and Adan and Haas stepped over their corpses and rushed into each other's ranks.

The two sides were in a league for this battle, and in such close combat, neither the sword nor the tomahawk could be effective. Both sides had to rely on daggers and even fists to fight. Iberian knights were often able to accurately pierce the gaps in the armor of the Falensi with steel daggers, but then they would be beaten or jammed in the neck. The Pharians' fists slammed into each other's heads, and they used such force that they left not only dents in the other's helmets, but also their own blood. They can even strangle an opponent to death with a broken knuckle.

The Iberian knights were the first to be defeated in such a fierce battle, leaving behind the corpses of their comrades and their own swords, fleeing in disarray, trying to break free from the killing hell as quickly as possible.

Yadan gasped and watched the other party go away, but he didn't have the energy to chase and kill. He first found a tomahawk nearby, and then began to count his men. Soon he lifted Haas from the corpse of an enemy, pulled the junior back from the mania of battle, and reminded him to fulfill his duties as an officer.

"Come, guys, when you get your weapons back, give them back to me."

"Sir, I don't think we can go back." Haas said from the inside of the gate.

"What's going on!?" Adan ran over angrily, but heard a "whoosh" and an arrow shot into a corpse in front of him. Judging by the size of the arrows, it is the arrow used in the longbow.

"Oh, damn it!" It seems that the Zigner longbowmen have taken the commanding heights nearby.

"Sir, they're attacking again!" Another non-commissioned officer shouted.

Yadan looked back, and this time it was replaced by Hertz heavy infantry, which was probably the last card that the Iberians could use. Hertz hoplites generally wore hard leather armor and were armed with military shovels and leaf shields, although they also carried a short sword if they had the opportunity. Hertz heavy infantry is known for its stubbornness on both the north and south continents, and they are accustomed to fighting in places with difficult terrain; They are good at climbing and are also good at sieges. Military shovels are lighter than regular battle axes, and if struck by them, they will immediately leave a deep hole in blood, and many shields and armor will not be able to defend against such a blow.

The Pharians had already suffered heavy losses after the battle just now, and Adan had barely made up 80 men even if he counted all the people alive. Now, they have thousands of Hertz mercenaries in front of them, and maybe a dozen Zigner longbowmen behind them. No matter how you look at it, they are unlikely to survive the ninth attack of the Iberians.

The Hertzians confidently charged at the remaining Farencian hoplites, shouting words that the Farencians could not understand, and brandishing their shovels into the ranks of the Falnsis. Immediately the screams of the Falensi were heard at the gates, and the Hertzians skillfully avoided the defenses, either by striking them in the shoulders or in the ribs of the flanks. Even the most combative Yadan was not spared, and his left rib was hit like that, and he immediately bled profusely. Haas, on the other hand, suffered a trauma to his left shoulder.

But at this moment, which of these Falensi people has not been wounded in more than ten places? Therefore, although the Hertz attacks were effective, they were immediately knocked to the ground by the attack. Adan first slashed down the one on the right, then lowered his head and slammed the bridge of his nose in front of him. Haas wielded a battle axe in both hands, slashing an enemy along with his shield. The Hertzians had never encountered such a formidable enemy in Anwaras, and they trembled and trembled, and their previous momentum was swept away.

Yadan's tomahawk later got stuck in the body of an enemy, and although he lost his weapon, he had already figured out the Hertz moves. He easily unloaded the weapons of the two enemies who had swooped down in succession, and clamped their necks under his armpits, and the poor Hertz was suffocated to death by him. Adan used the corpses of his enemies as weapons and swung them wantonly, smashing them out one by one. The rest of the Pharians also gathered around him, desperately resisting the enemy's attack.

The Earl of Lancaster, observing the situation from 100 Fazkai, felt a hint of fear, and out of this fear, he ordered 100 longbowmen to be brought in.

"Keep shooting at the gates until you shoot your quivers out of the air."

"But there are still our allies there?"

"They're going to be crushed very quickly." The Count said.

"Yes, I see." Said the Chigna knight in charge.

As the Count had expected, the Hertzians were finally defeated at the cost of about 200 men, and Zigner's bow and arrow strike followed. In just 2 minutes, 100 Zigner longbowmen shot 2,000 arrows, and the Pharians fell under the rain of arrows.

When the rain of arrows had passed, the Iberians were surprised to find a figure covered in feathered arrows standing tremblingly from the pile of corpses.

"Haas, Haas!" The figure uttered a low voice.

"I'm here, sir." The voice that answered him in the same way was already full of weariness.

"Who else is alive but you?"

"Report, no more." Haas smiled dryly, his left arm completely unconscious.

"Well, I command you to live."

"Officer Yadan, I ......" Before Haas could finish speaking, he felt a blow to the back of the head, and his eyes went black, and he fell into the pile of corpses.

Adan slowly turned his head and stared ahead, his blood running dry, as he struggled to support his body.

"Tom Andak died standing up back then, and I can't lose to him." Yadan thought to himself.

Until the last moment of consciousness leaving him, Yadan had been standing there, a little crooked, but he did stand and stop breathing. After that, his right leg went limp, and he fell to one knee on the ground. The midday sun shone on the face of the young officer of Farensi, causing the remaining blood and sweat on his face to reflect a sparkling light.

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