That night, the northern mountain soldiers carried out another night attack under the command of Carroll, but instead of storming the castle, they used harassment tactics to create fires and noises in places where the castle could not be controlled.

That night, Duke Never could not sleep at all, and every moment he heard about Teutton.

Ten days earlier, he had sent to Venice to ask for asylum from Aschucle.

But his intelligence was slow, and he didn't know that Aschuclay was no longer in Venice.

In addition, the messenger sent out was many days slower than Bran, so he couldn't wait.

He also exchanged letters with Count Quent, and after Quinche couldn't wait for Bran's gold coins, he also told Never that as long as there was a letter from Ashclay and some rubles to compensate, he could watch the battle neutrally.

At the same time, more than 1,000 people from Bran had come to the middle of the Yaping Mountains, cautiously.

At this time, there are four branches, three of which will go up, and one will lead to the forest on the outskirts of the town

Bran asked them to look for a while, and on a few rough logs, they found the peculiar marks left at that time, although the woods were denser, but with these marks they would not get lost.

The mountain road was full of dangers, and Bran was afraid of being seen by the mountain rangers, so he divided into small groups of men, each of whom left a mark, and advanced while the people were resting, and when the large army had converged, they rested, and Bran sent others to explore.

In this way, the troops were dismantled and disassembled.

Continue to move forward like this, and it was another night, and the people who were sent out first turned back, "Your Highness, we have found the way, more than ten kilometers ahead, there are forest guards, we have just found out, they are only seven or eight people defending, our brigade stays, send a team of people to solve them." ”

Bran agreed, and it was Bolarin and Uller who were sent.

Walking in the mountains is very tiring, and with the equipment on his body, Bran also pays attention to the state of his subordinates at all times.

Six hours later, Bran's team had recuperated enough, and Uller and the others rushed back, with blood on their faces and wounds on their hands, indicating that everything had been done.

"Okay, let's take the torches, go straight away, and when the sun comes out, take down the nearest village!"

The crowd was getting more and more nervous, but there was also a sense of excitement.

Bran took out the map, which he had his men steal as they passed through Never's territory, and the shape was roughly correct.

He called his men, and looked up to the left of the exit of the forest, "Take the village, and go up from here, and in less than half a day, you will be the castle of Nefer, which is the castle of the plains, and if we do it, we can fall in an hour." ”

The "fall" made some people swallow their saliva, what does the castle have?

Soft grass, beautiful flowers, beautiful women, delicious food, bright gold......

When the darkness passes, the light brings with it a darker intensity.

Lying in the middle of the woods, Bran took a look.

The village is quite large, but there are not many people.

It's close to the main castle of Never, and the development is not bad.

There are wells to follow windmills.

In the distance, there are wheat and green vegetables on the fields, and the farmers who get up early are busy with their work.

Bran made a gesture.

The soldiers who came out of the mountains and forests, like vicious beasts, bared their fangs.

Soldiers with small shields ran to the front, and the brigade split into four directions and rushed towards the village.

After the charge, screams rang out.

Villages of several hundred people became the first victims of the war.

The first to fall to the ground was a soldier at the outpost.

Paulalin moved his hand.

Bot walked through the corpse, and the number of beheadings in his life had exceeded ninety-five.

Hilde then killed one of them.

He is thin, his figure has basically not developed, and he is still 1.5 meters tall, but there are some people around him

He spent money to find them, and it can even be said that he was his personal soldier.

He now has a total of five private soldiers.

The privates helped him capture an enemy, and Hilde plunged a specially smelted, light bayonet into his throat.

After watching the enemy die, he picked up the water bag from his waist and poured it down on his head to keep him awake.

In business warfare, the enemy is a slow death.

The battle of blades, the blood of the enemy splashed, and the howl made him feel uncalm for a long time.

But he's still going to kill!

He had another enemy captured, even if that person had begged for mercy, but who cared, they should be honored to be the soul of Lord Hilde's sword.

When Hilde struck, the force was so small that the sword didn't pass through the enemy's body, only scratching the skin.

The man's eyes were about to pop out, and Ciel gritted his teeth and slashed into his sword, then clenched his hands and stepped on his enemy's body, pulling it out with all his might.

With the first experience, the second Hilde, the mood calmed down faster.

Isn't it just a sword?

Who wouldn't?

What about being short, one day there will be 500, 5,000, or even 50,000 people around me!

Hilde finally beheaded three men himself, and he had his privates hold one of his enemies down and hold him down, just as he had beheaded, a strong man, frightened and incontinent......

The undisciplined resistance of the village will only make people more presumptuous.

The early morning sun illuminates the village clearly.

After observing the landscape of the village, Bran left thirty men to guard it.

The menace were all locked up in rudimentary but spacious prisons.

Women were also ordered not to come out at will.

There were only five horses in the village, but Bran did not take them with him, and he found the trembling village chief, and after making sure that the movement was correct, he also imprisoned him, and continued to advance.

With the opening victory, the morale of the crowd was even higher, and when this soldier appeared eight kilometers outside the main fort of Nefer, the only pillbox used for defense.

Faced with enemies several times their own, the duke's men lost their fighting spirit.

Although the horn sounded, the bunker at this time was like paper paste, and it was broken at the first attack.

Bran raised the seven-star sword, the power of the starfire flickered and dimmed, and the violence and destruction in the soldier's blood were called out and directly attacked.

As the sword's spark power slashed through the enemy, black smoke rose from the leather armor.

Bran slashed one after another, his mind sinking into the slaughter.

Violence is hidden in human nature, and when it becomes too powerful, it will develop a radical mentality.

I was forced......

Everything is a conspiracy of the enemy......

I am the Righteousness!

This place is defended by some recruits or injured veterans, and it's okay to bully and bully civilians.

Several soldiers tried to storm the stables and escape with their horses, but were stopped by a human wall.

Several sentries who wanted to run were driven to the ground and were directly stabbed by their weapons.

First his eyes widened, and then blood seeped out of his clothes.

Seeing that the victory had been achieved, Desley approached Bran.

"Your Highness!"

Clang!

A backhand sword almost injured Desley.

Bran was covered in beads of sweat, and once a person was dominated by violence, his mind went to extremes.

The cries of Nefer's soldiers were like sacred hymns, and Bran was not at all uncomfortable.

He has blended into the times and wants to dominate them.

The enemy's morale, equipment, reaction, and numbers were all inferior to his own, and Bran destroyed this fort with one hundred and thirty men after more than a dozen deaths.

This was what Nefer used to keep the realm safe, and he also released twenty horses, and he took the rest to the front.

Bran chose a strong horse first, and when he got up, he pulled the reins so that the horse struggled, and then he whipped it.

After a while the horse made a submissive voice and lowered its head.

Brute!

Then came Desley, Durham and others.

Officers or subordinates of status all mounted their horses and continued to approach the main city.

The blood had stained the sword red, and there was no weakness.

Civilians were also encountered along the way, but they fled in fear.