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The head of the city had been covered by the corpses of both sides, and blood was running down the draining hole, leaving bright red marks on the heavy walls.

Derek was panting, covered in blood, and couldn't tell which was his own.

He glanced at his comrades, and the others were not far from him.

Eddie stood in the middle of the corpse, his body was already showing signs of exhaustion, and Les was better, because his strength was obviously higher than that of others, so the physical exertion was also minimal, and blood kept flowing down the blade. The enemy surrounded him, but no one dared to rush forward.

Gallatin's clothes were not recognizable, and after the enemy rushed to the city, he drew his sword and joined the warband.

Derek originally thought that he was only superior in archery, but now it seems that his swordsmanship is also very good.

Among these people, the most physical exertion is Crayford. Although he is very strong, and among these people, he is probably the only one who can compete with him, but compared to Derek, his physical strength has become his biggest shortcoming.

At this point in the battle, Crayford also relied on skill to deal with the enemy.

There are still many enemies, so many that he can not rely on his physical strength to deal with these people.

The sun goes down and night falls.

Wilder still had no intention of stopping the attack, on the contrary, more and more soldiers rushed towards Dahuna, and from a distance, the dark figures were like ants, constantly climbing up.

Sidmu's heart was full of excitement, and his horse kept standing still, ready to sprint, and once the walls fell, he would be the first to rush into Dahula.

For his enemy, the petite elf, he must kill him personally, otherwise it will be difficult to resolve the hatred in his heart.

"Don't worry, baby, wait a minute, I'll let those hateful sinners get the punishment they deserve, I think of a way, after entering the city, we slaughter the city, how about it?"

Hildem bent down, kissed the war horse under his crotch, and gently stroked the mane of the war horse with his hand.

In his opinion, the destruction of the city was a matter of time, so he waited for the moment when Dahula's walls were breached by a catapult.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise ahead, and everyone's attention was turned to the past.

Sidem's gaze also fell to the place where the sound came from.

There was a big gap in the city wall that had been bombarded by the catapult before, and the soldiers standing on the city wall, regardless of whether they were enemies or friends, all fell down, and after falling to the ground, they whimpered for their lives.

"There is a gap, the walls have collapsed!"

A frantic voice quickly spread among the Wyed Army.

"Let the soldiers in front of you capture the gap no matter what. ”

Wyde was overjoyed, and after two days of hard fighting, they had suffered three thousand casualties, and if there were no gaps in the walls, they would probably have returned in vain.

After hearing the order, the Huaide soldiers who were besieging the city gradually assembled towards the gap.

The gap was about three meters above the ground, and it was far easier to climb into Dahuna from here than over the walls.

In a short time, three stairs were erected diagonally on the gap, and the soldiers stepped on the stairs to climb the walls, but Crayford and five hundred warriors were waiting for them.

As soon as the gap appeared, Crayford spotted the crisis.

Before he could greet the others, he led five hundred men to the place where the boulder had been smashed and became a barrier of blood in front of the enemy.

On the already loose walls, Crayford took the lead in cutting off the head of an enemy soldier. The soldier spun in a circle and fell off the wall.

The death of one soldier did not stop them, and one soldier stepped through the ladder to the breach, and got into a bitter battle with Crayford and his soldiers.

Suddenly, the gap in the wall of Dahun became another battlefield, fighting each other.

The Dahun soldiers' local superiority in numbers helped them stabilize the situation, but this advantage was slowly being eaten away by a steady stream of enemies.

Wilder looked at the battlefield with an angry face, and the soldiers were all blocked under the city.

They had already breached the walls, but now they found that they could not attack the city of Dahun at all.

"Sidem, can you fight?" Wilder glanced at Sidem behind him.

"Lord Earl, my men and I are ready. The corners of Sidham's mouth turned up, and he smiled evilly.

"Then use your fangs to tear through the barrier of Dahonla!"

"Yes, Lord Count!"

Sydm took the lead, rushing to the front, followed by thousands of cavalry.

The soldiers who were about to climb the ladder heard the sound of horses' hooves and turned back, and Sidem's army was like a gust of wind that had already blown to their side.

"Run!"

One of the soldiers shouted and hurried to the side. When the other soldiers heard this, they also turned around, and when they saw the menacing Sidmu, they threw themselves to one side desperately.

There were also a few soldiers who didn't have time to dodge and were skewered into meat skewers by Sidem's spears.

The three ladders in front of him had already appeared in Sidem's field of vision, and Sidem's speed gradually increased, and he quickly rushed up the ladder.

The soldiers who were still on the ladder to the city saw Sidham rushing straight up, and they all jumped down voluntarily, and Sidum's eyes suddenly became empty, and in front of him was a gap in the walls of Dahula.

Crayford didn't know why there was no more soldiers pouring in, and the other side still had enough troops.

After cutting down the last soldier in front of him, a knight rushed up to the gap and answered Credford's question with a spear in his hand.

The spear, mixed with the whirring sound of the wind, appeared in front of Crayford's eyes.

Crayford shouted, the blade striking the tip of the spear.

Sparks flew everywhere, and Crayford stepped back three or four steps to barely gain his footing, and the knight in front of him pulled the reins so tightly that he nearly fell off his horse.

Credford looked at the knight in front of him, burly. It was too dark to see his appearance, but from a white bandage wrapped diagonally around his left eye, Credford still guessed the knight's identity.

"Sydham!"

"Yo, isn't this Crayford? You old fellow don't stay in the country and enjoy yourself, and you come here to find death!"

"Hmph, there are people like you who don't know loyalty and don't know how to be grateful are still alive in the world, old man, I will never put down the sword in my hand!"

Crayford's eyebrows were furious, his eyes widened, and the green tendons on his forehead and neck were completely exposed.

"You're not the first person to say this, the last person to be so arrogant in front of me is dead, it's Frank. It's pitiful to think about him, he's loyal, and gave up his chance to escape for Razor, but will Razor be grateful to him? No, because Razor takes some of Frank's contribution for granted. Therefore, this sacrifice is worthless and a desecration of life. (To be continued.) )