Pavel's knights led Vladimir's father and son all the way, and only then did Vladimir see that there were no jailers and officers and soldiers in the damp and dark dungeon, leaving those prisoners alone to die. Fortunately, they are now saved. The knights used their battle axes to break the locks and rescue the Snow Eagle legionnaires who were still alive.

Like Vladimir's father and son, they are tormented in this dark and gloomy dungeon, and their respect and love for the queen have long since turned to hatred and disgust.

"General, is that you? You're here to save us!"

The soldiers shouted loudly.

Vladimir could only wave his hand to signal everyone to be quiet-

"It was His Royal Highness the Prince who saved us. ”

The old general answered everyone's questions loudly, because those Pavel knights were still around. Nominally, they were powerful men to assist Vladimir, but in reality, they were the eyeliner arranged by Pavel's side. Vladimir knew that Pavel was not really at ease with himself.

"For Prince Pavel!"

Vladimir immediately shouted, and in the dungeon, slogans were chanted, wave after wave. Pavel was at the door, smiling for the first time in a long time. It was a satisfied smile, and finally, he had a group of soldiers of his own, admirers of his own.

Tsar Boulevard, the firing corps held their positions to the death. In front of the low fence, there are mountains of corpses. Wave after wave of northern soldiers rushed forward, falling in unison when they were only a hundred meters away from the musketeers. Blood stained the Tsar's Boulevard, the holy road to the Imperial Palace, now strewn with corpses like a river of blood. The shooter soldiers stood on the piles of corpses and continued to shoot at the enemies in the streets.

By the time Vladimir arrived, the battle was already raging. He saw the city burning, and endless smoke rose from the streets of Kislev. Even the city that had not been captured at the time of the Chaos invasion was actually conquered by the Northern Alliance at this moment. The refugees who were in a panic, the soldiers who were beaten to the point of bleeding, everything was so bloody. A woman was crying and running down the street with a child in her arms and ran head-on into Vladimir, who was dressed in military uniform.

"Damn, where are you going? run over there!"

Vladimir was able to guide the woman to escape as much as he could. Although he knew that even if he escaped, it might not end well. How can a woman with a baby who can't walk yet survive in this dark and dangerous world?

"General, I can't get by. The ammunition of the shooting army will last at least half a day. ”

Veteran Lucis came panting, he had just come back from the front line, and within the range of the shooting corps, there were corpses strewn all over the ground, it was a bloody road made of blood and corpses. Red is its color, and the smell of blood wafts through the air, and soldiers rush up to it and even slip on the soles of their feet.

Vladimir felt a pang in his heart, even though the soldiers were not his own, they came from the north, gathered from various castles in the north. They have nothing to do with themselves. However, Vladimir did not want to see more people die in the civil war, in the city. Kislev, it should be a great and bright city, a city full of life. And not like now, like the Colosseum, like a slaughterhouse......

Suddenly, he thought of a way to defeat the enemy. Street fighting, street fighting, what is street fighting, is fighting in the streets and alleys of the city, and the battle should not be confined to the main street, but in full swing. All the alleys, all the houses, are battlefields. The war has inevitably drawn the whole city into it. He had no choice but to do so. Yes, Vladimir is all too familiar with the city, he grew up here and knows every street, every house. The houses on both sides of Tsar's Avenue are densely packed, and it seems that there is no other road leading to the main road, but it is not. There is still a way. 56

"Brothers, follow me!"

Vladimir shouted, then drew his sword and stepped forward. The soldiers did not understand what their commanders were trying to do, but they followed behind them out of trust.

Soon, Vladimir and Boris got into the alleys of narrow and shady residential neighborhoods. The roads here are so narrow that in some places you can only pass sideways. More than 200 veterans of the Snow Eagle Legion followed behind the former commander and struggled forward. Until you reach the end of the alley, where there is a high wall made of stones.

"General, there is no way!"

The people behind shouted to remind him.

"No, there is. ”

Vladimir calmly replied, and then he kicked open a wooden door, and behind the collapsed wooden door was a frightened mother and daughter, who were hiding in the corner of the house with their daughter shivering. And Vladimir did not pay attention to them, but ordered the soldiers to follow him on. He and his son Boris climbed over the fence to another resident's house, kicked open the back door of the house without saying a word, and then went into another alley, where the dim light poured overhead, and the smoke of gunpowder covered half the sky.

Vladimir just told himself, hurry, hurry! With every step they take, they may be able to avoid a life from death.

Finally, kicking open the front door of the last resident, this death squad of veterans of the Snow Eagle Legion appeared in the rear of the Kislev Shooting Corps for the first time.

"For the Snow Eagle Legion!"

Where the knights did not follow, Vladimir roared. The veterans behind him came out of the cage like fierce beasts, with the flames of revenge, and pounced on the unprepared shooting army.

Hearing the shouts of killing, the shooters turned around, but the distance was too close for them to reload their ammunition and complete a salvo. After the sporadic sound of gunfire, the soldiers of the Snow Eagle Legion and the Tsar's archery army were entangled.

Vladimir took the lead, wielding a great sword and slashing at the enemy. His son, Boris, was even more heroic, and the gloomy dungeon life could not depress the youthful spirit, Boris pounced before the enemy could shoot, and the short sword in his hand resolutely stabbed into the throat of the shooting infantryman. Blood splattered his face. The other veterans of the Snow Eagle Legion, wielding swords, axes, war hammers, and spears, fought. At this moment, the position of the Tsar's firing army suddenly fell silent.

"Attack! For Kislev! For the King of the North!"

Seeing this scene, the northern soldiers on the front line shouted and shouted, and the lord Jiger turned on his horse, drew his long sword, and led the cavalry to charge angrily.

The narrow front of the archers was flanked by the two forces, and gradually they were swallowed up, and the musketeers who were caught in close combat were mercilessly slaughtered......