Bows and arrows pierced the air and shot at the walls of the imperial capital, a dense rain of arrows obscuring the sun. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Praetorian Guards fought to defend the walls and cut off the ladder to the city, but many more died on the walls, blood staining the ground red.

Coalition troops with swords climbed the ladder through the tongues of fire. They were like a swarm of locusts in armor, dense and overwhelming, the oil barrels could not be killed, the bows and arrows could not make them stop, and even the large pit smashed by the trebuchet was immediately filled.

These coalition troops were inexplicably filled with rage, as if they were really indignant at the death of the old king, shouting that they were going to hang the Queen Mother Lelia and the little King Liepon on the Sovereign Square.

Like a radiant sword, Kai-Esther stood in the center of the line in a snow-white cloak.

"Judge sinners!" he cried out.

"Judge the sinner!" tens of thousands of Alliance troops responded in unison, causing the ground to tremble.

Dean shuddered as the Janissary Commander took his Silver Eagle Guard with him while the other part of the army was ordered to crush the rebels.

The entire imperial capital is like a fragile empty shell. Lelia thought that by driving out the territorial guards who did not obey her orders and refusing to allow any army to enter the city, she would be able to keep herself and Repon safe. But it turned out that she was so wrong - no, she was forced to do it too.

In fact, except for the Praetorian Guard, there was no army willing to defend the royal family wholeheartedly.

There were only two thousand soldiers in this golden shell, and they were about to face the Union army, which was more than ten times outnumbered. Commander Dean felt that he was leading his men to perdition.

A rain of arrows fell, shooting several of the Praetorian Guards who were resisting the enemy into holes, and their comrades turned the corpses over, put them on their bodies as meat shields, and then secretly hid under the walls.

Everyone knew that it was a war that would be lost, and the lines of transport were tense, but the guards were absent-minded, looking for hiding places everywhere, for fear that their bows and arrows would shoot them through.

The shouting at the gates did not arouse their anger at all, for by the time the old king died, all the loyal and brave soldiers were dead, and all that remained were cowards and cowards who lived on food and shredded gold.

As the siege ladder continued to rise, the falling oil barrels were soon unable to stop the Alliance Army from climbing upward.

Several of the Confederate troops climbed the walls, and under the cover of the archers, they fought with axes, spears, and swords, and the Janissaries formed a fragile line that was quickly overwhelmed, and the front line was in disarray, and many of them died before they kicked three or four siege soldiers off the walls.

However, the Confederates climbed the walls like a flood, and soon the Praetorian Guards were left with nothing to do, and they poured a bucket of oil and burned several enemies, but soon more enemies clinged to the long ladder like grasshoppers, climbing up the ladder endlessly.

The gates of the imperial capital were also under heavy impact, and the iron-clad wooden pillars on the siege vehicles made the bronze gates tremble.

The guards barricaded the gates, the crash rattling their nerves like hacksaws.

Dean looked at the city gates, his scale-like armor reminding him of the siege of the capital when the king was poisoned. At that time, the armies of the various territories were densely packed with the imperial capital, and the knights of Haiza-Larsen were like a weak and struggling fish.

Everyone knows the truth, but the truth is quickly buried by power. Now, everything is turned upside down, and the people under the city are roaring to kill their king and ruling queen because they have committed a crime, which is ironic.

Soon, the commander of the Praetorian Guard lost hope for victory in this war, the imperial capital fell again, and a bloody storm would descend on the Golden Palace.

At this time, it seems that something unexpected happened.

There was a commotion from the rear of the Confederate army, and countless lion banners suddenly appeared and poured into the battlefield - it was Cisse's army! Are they here to support? No, it looks more like they want a piece of the pie!

At the same time, fluttering on the battlefield are the star and moon flag of the star and the eagle flag of the silver eagle.

The desperate Janissaries were saved by these sudden forces - and the battlefield was thrown into chaos.

The Alliance Army, which was originally indomitable, suddenly boiled over, because the baggage and archers behind them, like a piece of fat, were being slaughtered by the latecomers!

The soldiers who poured into the battlefield, chanting the slogan "Defend the King, Defend the Empire", fought the besiegers!

The royalist army composed of these central princes, with as many as 20,000 men, actually carried out a successful raid when the alliance soldiers concentrated on attacking the city!

Kai Easter's eyes narrowed, he knew that the other general, Bailey Sieri, was by no means a simple figure.

He did not hesitate, immediately raised his sword and ordered: "Charge the knight withdraw! Surround the attacker from the flank!"

The Duke of Easter spent most of his life on horseback, and warfare was as tactical as it was about balance of power and political intrigue. He knew that this alliance army's attack on the imperial capital would definitely not be easy to succeed, because the undercurrent of the battle for the throne had not surfaced, and he was hiding in the shadows and watching.

And the intelligence network crisscrossed the deep valley also confirmed his idea, so even in the face of two thousand Janissaries, he gathered as many troops as possible. The royalist army, which came like a tidal wave, did not surprise him.

The Black Sword of the North is about to go head-to-head with the Imperial Lion!

The enemy was excitedly looting supplies, and the crossbowmen could not aim or defend themselves under the swords and spears, so they could only shoot indiscriminately, and then were stabbed into bloody holes by warriors with swords and armor.

Upon receiving the order of the Duke of East, the cavalry gathered in a wide arc, turned their horses and charged at the rear of the ranks. Soon the superiority of the attackers could not be maintained under the iron hooves, the armored soldiers were rammed by their horses, and the knights' swords fell from above, cutting their throats.

The ground behind the battlefield was instantly soaked in blood, the soldiers were prostrate on the ground, the hooves of horses trampled over their heads, the baggage carts were scattered to pieces, and the knights on horseback frantically cut off the heads of the enemy.

The horn of war sounded, and this time it was the counterattack of the lion of the empire.

When the Confederates ravaged the Royalist infantry, Bailey-Sieri ordered the cavalry to charge forward and fight the Confederate cavalry to the death.

"Defend the King!"

"Death to sinners!"

The opposing sides let out very different shouts, steel and steel collided with steel, blood and flesh intertwined. Knights of different factions proclaim their oaths with iron and blood.

The alliance army led by Ice Soul City and the royalist army led by Cisse City fell into a melee, and the two sides were evenly matched, giving the Praetorian Guards on the city wall a chance to breathe. The battlefield, which was originally in a clear situation, was clouded. (To be continued.) )