"Knight Danilo, I think the townspeople in the town must have been slaughtered in a very frenzied manner, and the only ones who can do this are the mobs who have been abandoned by the Lord, and you have just seen that those mobs have begun to attack you with impunity, you must know that you are the messenger of the Lord on earth, the knight who spreads justice and fraternity, and they dare to attack you, my dear Knight Danilo. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Danilo sat on his horse and frowned at the Malmö Baron in front of him, Danilo vaguely felt that this Malmö Baron seemed to be hiding something, but he couldn't see anything wrong with it, just silently looked at the Malmö Baron and waited for the next step.

Seeing that Danilo didn't have any reaction to his entire long remark, he coughed a few times and continued: "Why don't we join forces together and pursue the mob that fled south together under the leadership of you, the knight!"

Danilo originally thought of a lot of possible Malmö words, but he didn't expect Malmo to be so kind to help him, you must know that in Danilo's heart, Lieyuan Town is not only his hometown but also the place where his lover's soul returns, and he has also pinned his remembrance of his lover on this northwest town over the years, and suddenly the entire town was destroyed, and the grief in Danilo's heart is self-evident.

After thinking about it for a while, Danilo nodded hesitantly and said, "Okay, I accept your assistance, thank you for your generosity, if you can use my Danilo place in the future, Danilo will definitely go to the soup!"

"Okay! I won't say more kind words!" Malmo waved his hand and ordered his soldiers: "The whole army pursues south!"

And at the south exit of the town, there were panicked figures running on the narrow town road, these were the "redeemers" who were left behind, and when Bonaparte watched the last "redeemer" run through the town, he slowly walked out of a house on the edge of the town.

Behind Bonaparte were little Peter and 60 town militiamen, their red warrior uniforms soaked in the pouring rain, and the cold raindrops fell on the thick wooden shields, but the 60 red soldiers were still burning in the wind and rain like red flames, and you could even feel the blood rushing in the veins of each of them from a distance.

"Little Peter, tell some of your brothers to bring down all the houses on both sides, and pile up all the ruins in the middle of the road!" said Bonaparte, picking up a large knife from the ground, and coldly commanded Little Peter.

Little Peter didn't say much, but turned around and called a few town militiamen to run to the houses on both sides, you must know that in ancient times, in order to prevent fires, a rope would be tied to the main beam of each house, so that the house could collapse at any time to prevent the spread of fire.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and gradually Bonaparte couldn't see what was in front of him a little, but at this moment, Bonaparte spotted a small black line not far away, and they got closer and closer, closer and closer, and gradually these black lines occupied Bonaparte's eyes, and the familiar emblem was the Baron Malmö who came later!

Looking at the approaching enemy, Bonaparte knew too well that they needed to take the lead at this time, and in such a situation of disparity between friend and foe, Bonaparte would not put his hope on defense, even if he had tried his best to make the place small.

At that time, the Spartans were able to resist the waves of attacks of the Persians at Thermopylae, and although Bonaparte did not have these conditions at this time, Bonaparte had tried his best to make the front area of his defense narrow.

"The first round of javelins, twenty paces!" Bonaparte ordered coldly, only to see the first row of 20 soldiers blankly pick up a javelin from their backs, only to see that these ten people seemed to become one, they raised the javelin in their hands together, ran together with the same pace, threw the javelin in their hands together, picked up the spears on the ground together and roared at the enemy on the opposite side.

"Second round of javelins, forty paces!" Another 20 soldiers threw their javelins in unison, followed by their teammates.

On the other hand, the Malmö soldiers who were caught off guard and were struck by surprise, they were huddled together in the dark, and the narrow passage was full of their soldiers, and when they saw the soldiers not far away attacking them without saying a word, they didn't even have time to turn around, because they had no room to turn around, they were surrounded by their own comrades, and they could only squeeze and trample in a panic.

Soon with the chaos of the Malmö army, 40 town militia rushed into the Malmö army like two waves without hesitation, they presented a neat linear line, their solid shields leaned on each other, the short guns in the hands of the soldiers in the front row stabbed out mercilessly, and the soldiers in the back row slapped any Malmö army that tried to resist, and for a time there was a strange one-sided position in the field.

Although the chaos came quickly, as the town militia advanced, the Malmö army gradually began to restore its original order, and the middle and lower rank officers in the army began to play their part, and gradually the 40 town militia were subjected to some small groups of organized resistance.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Bonaparte silently counted, the whole process of 40 town militia from throwing javelins to launching a charge, this whole process only forced the Malmö army back about 30 steps, Bonaparte knew very well that if there were no other variables, just like this, the 40 soldiers in front of him would be drowned in this sea of people in a short time.

Looking at the endless Malmö army, Bonaparte showed a worried expression, but he also knew that the 40 friendly troops in front of him at this time could not wait!

"Third round of javelin, 100 throws!" Bonaparte shouted as he slowly raised his broadsword and slashed in front of him.

It was still an accurate and uniform tactical move, but the 20 javelins were thrown into the Malmö army in exchange for a few screams, and did not bring much real help to the friendly forces in front.

"Shield strike!" Bonaparte continued to shout with the broadsword in his hand, only to see that after Bonaparte's military order was given, in addition to the 20 soldiers who were running and charging, the 40 soldiers in front also retreated three steps back, and it was these three steps that made the 20 town militia who arrived later successfully merge with the 40 soldiers in front.

The 60 soldiers who merged into one also raised their shields neatly, and then rushed towards the Malmö army in front of them with a short acceleration, like a fragile domino, and the sudden shield attack caused many Malmö troops in front of them to be squeezed to the ground.

The bitter battle is beginning......