The struggle under the walls never stopped. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAfter a tough tug-of-war, Kay East finally regained the upper hand.

Like sharp blades, the cavalry plunged into the rear of Bailey's army and rampaged through the infantry camp, and the crossbowmen did a good job of suppressing the enemy's knights, binding them in place, unable to support their own infantry.

And the infantry under the walls readjusted their pace and moved forward steadfastly. They did not blindly attack the city, but kept setting fire around the city walls, and the smoke smoked the soldiers on the walls into tears, and the entire imperial capital became extremely scorched.

The war has come to a time, a moment of massive attrition. Bailey watched as the knights beside him were busy dodging their bows and arrows, and then the moment they raised their shields, they were stabbed through the neck by their swords.

They rolled off their horses and rolled on the ground, their armor so heavy and bleeding so much that they could not easily stand up, so they could only lie on the ground panting in despair, or close their eyes and pray, waiting for the last moment to come.

And the infantry were more like a soft piece of meat, and the enemy's cavalry rushed in front of them, so fast that they simply could not cut the legs of the opponent's horses with their swords. A spear might have pierced a horse in the belly, but in the face of a horde of charging knights, they could only fall like stakes.

The enemy came prepared, well-trained, and their heavy swords were aimed at the soldiers' necks or eyes, and with great force, blood splattered everywhere, and then they lay silently. The horse's hooves trampled mercilessly over them.

The rear of the battlefield was horrible, full of severed limbs, turned out internal organs, and slimy blood plasma, like a forest of flesh and blood.

Bailey gritted his teeth and insisted, hoping to wait for the Central Templar to come back - the rebels were on the city, and the Templars only needed to send a few mages to completely turn the tide.

Although they are not involved in political affairs, Liepon is the crowned emperor after all, and these barbarians from the north are rudely blaspheming the gods and desecrating the temple standing in the center of the imperial capital, can they turn a deaf ear?

However, he seemed to forget that when the king died and Hezza led his army into the imperial capital alone, the templar was similarly closed, as if worldly affairs were not worth polluting their hands.

After a day and a night, Bailey finally despaired - the Sanctuary would not send even a single Templar, they would just shrink behind the bronze gates, collect the mortal indulgence tax, and watch them die coldly.

The situation on the battlefield is becoming more and more severe, and the Imperial Lion is watching the blood of the Cissian army stain the land red, and the advantage of the Duke of East is becoming more and more obvious.

Obviously, the Black Sword didn't want to drag on the battle for too long, after all, the baggage was attacked, and they couldn't afford to fight a protracted battle.

Sure enough, at noon on the third day, the Duke of East ordered the cavalry to make another massive charge, and the already exhausted royalists fled desperately like crabs at a low tide.

"Bailey, hypocrite, we still have a price to negotiate for surrender now. "Kai-Ist sent a message, and the Imperial Lion had to suppress his anger.

He's not as arrogant as Elio Paton and knows when to make trade-offs. Now the battlefield is mostly the Cisse army, and the lion knights are the pillars of the Sieri family, the silver eagle, the star, and some minor princes, what did they pay?

They are pure odious speculators!

If all goes well, it will not be a big problem, but now that the enemy is present, Bailey will not be stupid enough to let the Cissian army be a victim.

Ten thousand steps back, if the Northern Alliance wins and the empire falls into chaos, who will defend Cisse without a lion knight?

"Kay Easter, one day you will go to the gallows. Bailey said through gritted teeth.

Let this barbarian in, whoever kills the queen mother is the same as the king - just assassinate the new king before he ascends the throne.

Pele Sieri made up his mind and no longer hesitated.

"Retreat!" he shouted.

The order reinvigorated the already broken royalist army, the cavalry broke free from the struggle, the infantry stopped trying to fight the enemy, the logisticians lifted the wounded, and the lion banner was stained with blood.

At this time, it was sunset, the sunset was as red as blood, looking at the broken banners and the exhausted army, Bailey couldn't help but feel a sadness in his heart, the Cissian army had never been as embarrassed as it is now.

In the eyes of the Duke of East, the blood-colored sun was like a blazing flame - the retreat of the royalists meant that victory was close at hand.

The Imperial Lion is nothing more than a cat nesting in the west.

"Right flank cavalry, pursue the enemy!"

"Of course, if they don't have the intention of turning back, let these cowards run!"

"Attack, other troops!" shouted the Duke of Easter.

The watchtower in front of the Imperial Capital had been demolished to the ground, billowing smoke rising from the ground, and the fire interacting with the hay licking the towering marble with its tongue like a beast.

"Crossbowman, shoot!" As the commander gave the order, the bow and arrows rained down on the walls.

Some of the Janissaries standing on the battlements were shot through the heads, and their screams terrified the others.

"Reinforcements...... Reinforcements...... Retreat!" the sentinel returned, and the Praetorian Guard commander only felt a cold sweat run down his forehead. Their men held out for three days and three nights, and they had reached their limit.

Simply because of the arrival of Bailey-Sieri, they held their breath and fought for a few days against the endless army of rebels. It was mental torture, and the rising flames brought their spirits to the brink of collapse. However, at this point the hope was dashed, and the soldiers did not close their eyes for three days, and at this time they almost collapsed on the city wall.

"Cavalry, charge!"

"Infantry, forward!"

"Siege vehicle, prepare!"

A firm and powerful order came from under the city walls, destroying the will of the defenders.

The people under the walls even sang the Lamentations, a mourning song composed by the master Sebastian for Turing Stanley, which was widely circulated throughout the empire.

The deep singing of the people is like the waves churning layer after layer in the night, and like the dark dark clouds in the sky, which makes people breathless. The Janissaries even wanted to throw away their weapons and kneel on the walls of the city to wait for the judgment of fate.

The siege vehicle had already arrived in front of the bronze giant gate, and the regular impact sound made the ground of the entire imperial capital tremble, like a death knell. The guards tried desperately to pour fire oil down the city or shoot at the attacking crowd, but to no avail, the tidal wave of the army had already surged under the city gates.

"Judge the sinners!" Kay-Esther held the banner of the Ice Soul aloft.

At the same time, thousands of voices echoed across the plains of the imperial capital: "Death to sinners!" (To be continued.) )