The Dunkir people have completely lost control under the sudden blow of the Fifth Banner Regiment of the Southern Army, and a large number of people poured out of the fortress, crashing headlong into the dense rain of arrows, the bowstrings of the falconry infantry crossbows, constantly emitting a terrifying vibration sound from a hundred meters away, and the arrow clusters were extinguished like a storm and locusts, dense enough for everyone to divide two or three,

"Ahhh

The curved fan outside the exit of the fortress was a completely tragic slaughter field, the Dunkir people ran forward, and then were shot to the ground by a whole row, countless soldiers were like wheat straw swept by a giant sickle, covered by a rain of arrows like a torrential rain, and the whole area fell down,

Arrows harvest life with unimaginable shooting density, crossing, round shooting, and the firing speed of the skilled crossbowmen of the Southern Army has been increased to 12 rounds a minute after switching to the improvement of using pulleys to pull the bowstring, and the average is a dense shot in five seconds, such as

In the open field, the crossbow shooters may also need to calculate the aiming time, which takes about 7 to 10 seconds to shoot, but on the already arranged firing plane, the crossbow shooter can shoot the crossbow arrows accurately at the completely chaotic enemy on the intersection with little time

"Reload, shoot!"

The voice of the captain from the shooter seemed so cold at this moment, and the mechanical and neat movements of the crossbowmen made the corpses of Dunkirk soldiers layer after layer spread from the mouth of the fortress to the curved fan fifty meters in front, and some Dunkil soldiers who found that there was no hope of retreating, after despair, actually looked at the compatriots who were still pouring out behind them with the weapons in their hands,

"Go back, I don't want to die!"

"There's an ambush, everyone go back to the castle!"

In the midst of the chaos, these outermost shouts were so pale and weak that they had not yet finished their voices, when a dense cluster of arrows from both wings shot into their bodies from behind, powerful crossbow arrows piercing through their bodies. Blood splattered, shredded flesh flew sideways, like torn cloth, making a solemn sound of popping, someone tried to lie in the pile of corpses and pretend to be injured, but the people behind ran out of the narrow exit of the fortress with a bang, trampling him into a pulp,

The gray sky, even the sun couldn't bear to hide, this tragic killing. It lasted for more than half an hour before the Dunkil assault inside the fortress began to stop, and no one dared to run out

"You fools, see it now!"

Benisaf, who had tried unsuccessfully to stop him just now, was now in the darkness less than 2 meters away from the exit of the fortress, and he punched the solid rock, blood flowed down from his fists, and a large number of soldiers who were stopped by him turned pale and completely stunned by the scene in front of them.

None of the people who had escaped survived, blood gushing into the dry winter soil, the entire moat outside the fortress was dyed red, and corpses floated on it. As the river crashed against the embankment, the wounded soldiers were crushed in the pile of corpses screaming for help, and no one had time to pay attention, and the massive amount of human blood made the ground muddy. The scene was tragic and tragic

"If you still trust me, give me all back!" Benisaf stretched out his hands and turned from the city gate with bloodshot eyes.

The tall and burly body almost blocked the light shining in from the entrance, his eyes swept over, thinking of the scene just now, the soldiers were ashamed and did not dare to face it, and everyone began to retreat into the fortress step by step,

"Count the number of people in each team!, the guards, take some of the men to the gravel to look for the wounded, and gather here under the city walls, we may need to prepare ......" Benisaf was the last to come out of the city crossing,

He ordered people to block the exit with gravel first, and then began to reorganize the queue, he knew that the battle was not over, this was just a break for the opponent, the real battle had just begun, and after a while, the Falcon Army outside the city found that no one came out again, and they would definitely take the means of attacking, at that time, it must be a battle of life and death,

"Commander, our army has a total of 5,231 people, including 2,312 wounded soldiers," the number reported by the guards made his face just better, and suddenly looked solemn as if he was going to drop someone

"What a grievance!" Benissaf raised his head with a painful expression, looking at the sky with black smoke above his head, what kind of opponent is this! Until now, except for the fierce and accurate rain of arrows, and the initial incendiary bomb attack like a sky collapse, he didn't even know what his opponent looked like, he was too aggrieved, and the opponent's long-range strike ability was simply in an absolute control position.

In less than half a day, the menacing Dunkir army suffered the dilemma of the marshal being killed, and the 20,000 army was more than three-quarters of the battle losses, and now there are less than 3,000 soldiers who can take up arms, and most of them are wounded.

And the more than 2,000 soldiers who were injured in the collapse made Benisaf feel even more at a loss, these wounded soldiers were pulled out of the rubble, either with broken hands or broken feet, lying there crying in pain.

Due to the lack of healing medicine and gauze to wrap around the wounds, the wounds of these soldiers were broken and exposed, covered with filthy dust, and looked like a mass of bloody mud, which was shocking, and the screams of pain in their mouths, and the maddening depression in front of them, made the other soldiers begin to look uneasy

"Are we all going to die here?"

The soldiers who were able to fight were expelled individually, and although no one asked so, the look in the eyes of every soldier was like this, a look of despair, and their hands holding their weapons were all lowered downward, like a walking corpse

A trace of confusion flashed in Benisaf's eyes, his morale was low, and the army had no heart to fight, how should he persist in this battle!

"Legion Commander!" a guard in charge of cleaning suddenly came running over with a nervous look on his face, panting and whispering in Benisaf's ear, "I...... We've found Marshal Ushuaia."

"What!" Benisaf's eyes bulged, and he thought he was hallucinating, until the guards reaffirmed "We have found Marshal Ushuaia, for the Marshal was very lucky in the confusion and fell into a crack between the walls of a collapsed city, and was temporarily stuck, and when we found him, he was only slightly injured by some inconsequential injuries."

"Then what are you waiting for, quick, take me ......!" Benisaf grabbed the guard's hand,

"No need, I can still walk on my own!" his words did not fall, the dusty, wolf-like Marshal Ushuaia, with the support of several guards, limped slowly from a distance, although it was a bit of a crime, but compared to those wounded soldiers with broken hands and feet, the old marshal's situation can be described as quite good, and when he came out, a layer of skin was worn off his knees, and it looked like there were blood stains, and the rest were almost not injured because of the strong general's armor on his body

"How many more people do we have?" the Marquis of Ushuaia asked with a slight look at the situation, his face suddenly dropped, and his voice was a little weak, but his overall spirit looked good, and he looked keenly at Benisaf who was saluting

"5231 people!" Benisaf replied with a stern expression, raising his head,

"I mean the people who can participate in the battle!" the Marquis of Ushuaia glared at Benisaf with deep eyes, they are all soldiers, is this little trick interesting?

"Less than 3,000!" Benisaf's face was ugly, and he could only report it truthfully,

"3,000 people......" Marquis Ushuaia's lips trembled slightly to himself, this number made him close his eyes in pain, two lines of sad tears rolled down, 20,000 troops, this is the most needed by the principality, and it is also the best warrior, the 20,000 soldiers who attacked this time are all the real elites selected from the 80,000 principality army, more than half of them are veterans, but now, there are only so many people left,

In this battle, the Principality's years of hard work have been in vain, and if you want to make a difference, it will take at least 5 years later, 5 years, for the Grand Duke who is determined to take advantage of the defeat of the Normans and win the final victory in this regional consul election, I am afraid that it will feel very long to wait for a few more moments, another 5 years, who knows what the situation will be like at that time!

"Is it over?"

Outside the city, Cleveland, the commander of the Fifth Banner of the Southern Army, coldly swept his eyes over the killing field that had calmed down in front of him, and frowned slightly,

It shouldn't be, although the other party suffered heavy losses in the collapse, but according to the 20,000 troops of the Dunkir people, there should be at least more than 10,000 combat strength, but in just half an hour, the Dunkir people only dropped 4,000 corpses in the ambush circle,

There is now no longer a standing target visible on the attack surface, which proves that the enemy has given up the possibility of continuing the attack

"It seems that the other party is not all fools!Or, maybe he is aware of it!" Cleveland's eyes flickered, and he turned his head a little depressed and ordered, "Come, send a messenger according to the custom, tell them, surrender or die!"

He roughly estimated that under his series of blows, the remaining Dunkir army in the castle should be less than 5,000 people.

Although they escaped by luck, the remaining 5,000 people at this moment must be tired, hesitant, frightened, and full of wounded soldiers.

However, in this case, the last part of the force can be saved, and the ability of the opposing commander must be very good.

In the midst of the predicament, the more likely it is to break out into unimaginable fierce resistance, and rushing in like this, there will be some inevitable casualties.

And this time the corps headquarters has already given an order, if possible, to capture the other party's senior generals as the main goal,

In this way, in the shortest possible time, the internal intelligence of neighboring countries can be obtained.

Now, it's time to make a choice, to give the enemy the choice of surrender or total annihilation! (To be continued.) )