Andy Whitefield was pleased with his team's performance;

"Brothers, you are so brave! For the sake of freedom, move forward! Morale was high, and he continued to give orders:

"Light infantry company, fire at the defenders on the walls! Cover everyone's advance!

The sappers set up siege ladders, and the line infantry and grenadiers are ready to climb the wall and fight a white-knuckle battle! ”

"Roar!" The rebel soldiers responded in unison.

"It's better to die than to be free!"

In the majestic battle song, the cooperation between the various troops is orderly,

Who would have imagined that not so long ago these people were a bunch of unorganized, undisciplined slaves,

Men, women,

Boys, but also girls, and even intersex slaves rescued from the circus.

They were once miners who had not seen the light of day, serfs facing the loess with their backs, handymen who worked every 16 hours in a handicraft workshop, slave girls who were oppressed and abused in textile factories, and peeks in the cages of the circus......

Their hard work in exchange for the wealth of the kingdom of Solan is forgotten in a dark corner, no one cares, no one cares, no private property, and there is no dignity......

Today, they all have a common career

- Rebel warriors fighting for freedom.

"Light infantry, shoot accurately!"

An instructor in a Vasta military uniform brandished a command knife and shouted: "Remember, the crosshairs, the holes, the target, the three points are connected in a line and then pull the trigger!" ”

Thanks to the new rifled rifles sponsored by the allies, the fire of the rebel light infantry company suppressed the defenders on the city walls, allowing the troops to advance smoothly,

"Well done boys, girls!"

The instructors of the Valstad Military Advisory Group were very satisfied with the students' performance.

They fulfilled the tasks assigned to them by the Motherland and taught a powerful armed force,

The rest is up to the fighters themselves.

The ends of dozens of siege ladders successfully reached the outer edge of the city wall,

A team of elite grenadiers climbed up first,

They were tall and strong men and women selected from the ranks of the rebels, and most of them had worked in the field of heavy physical labor.

Everyone has hundreds of pounds of strength in their hands, and can throw heavy grenades tens of meters, and it is natural to climb ladders.

Most of the grenadiers were hit in the head by bullets flying from above halfway up the ladder, and the wounded and corpses fell down with heavy blows, breaking bones and tendons, and the people behind were unmoved and continued to climb up.

Someone was lucky enough to climb to the top, and as soon as he showed his head, he saw a large piece of bright bayonets poking at him.

"Die, heretic!"

The first group of rebel soldiers to climb the wall were stabbed into a hornet's nest by the apologists who had been waiting for a long time.

Their blood stained the walls red, flowed along the edges of the stone crevices, invaded the dirt, and moistened the wildflowers and weeds beneath the walls.

"Report! The first echelon suffered heavy casualties! ”

The offense suffered a setback, and before Andy could speak, someone took the initiative to respond:

"The second echelon, and the daredevils, follow me!"

A shirtless, bearded man pushed the others away and rose from the ranks of the officers,

I saw that he rudely snatched the flag from the palm of a soldier,

"Dude, the flag will be borrowed from me, and I will return it to you later!"

Andy looked at it and it turned out to be his close confidant Fred.

The man was notoriously reckless, so he reminded, "Heart, Fred! ”

The other party just nodded slightly, pouted at him, and walked forward without any reaction.

Fred carried the banner of the rebels and led his death squad up the ladder, all shirtless,

The body is covered with tattoos,

They were all former gladiators in the arena, and each of them was physically strong and skilled in combat.

Under the cover of the accurate fire of the light infantry in the rear, they managed to break through the blockade of the city and quickly gained a foothold, and a steady stream of rebel soldiers climbed up the ladder.

The first target is the cannon being fired.

The cathars' gunners were selected from among the most fanatical voodoo cultists, and all of them were fierce to death, firing until the knife hit the head, and finally all died in the gun position.

As the outer walls were lost, the defenders began to retreat to the bottom of the city, wanting to retreat to the second layer of inner city defenses.

The rebels, who had paid heavy casualties, were willing to let them flee and quickly pursued them, and the narrow stone staircase was crowded with people.

A grenade was thrown into the dense crowd,

"Boom!" A single explosion caused dozens of casualties among the cathars, and the orderly retreat turned into a frantic rout.

The Cathar's strength and morale suffered at the same time, many were trampled to death by their comrades, and few fled to the inner city.

At this time, a layer of corpses had fallen under the outer city wall, scattered with severed limbs, internal organs, and brains, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if it had entered a slaughterhouse.

(What a familiar smell, in the arena of blood, for the promise of freedom, I went on a killing spree again and again, immersed in the glory of hypocrisy...... Andy thought; (Now, I am finally on the right path, in search of true glory.) ）

After many battles, Andy Whitefield and the rebel generals under his command were already like iron stones, unmoved by the tragic situation in front of them, but only unswervingly advanced...... Advance.......

Even if the intestines of their comrades were hung on their shoes, they could not shake their determination.

As the sappers set up their ladders, the grenadiers began to charge towards the inner city, and grenades exploded one after another, igniting the food and timber stacked at the top of the city.

The brave rebel soldiers did not wait for the flames to be extinguished, but rushed into the flames with a roar and sacrificed their lives.

Fred and his 200 daredevils were still at the forefront, stabbing the banner with his left hand as a short spear and slashing with his long sword with his right hand, like a tiger entering a flock, invincible, no one could take him in the blink of an eye

Once the bullets of the flintlock rifle are fired, the reloading work takes a long time.

As a result, most of the battles turned into brutal hand-to-hand combat, and the cathars were the opponents of these trained gladiators, cut down piece by piece like a wheat.

The sword is full of blood, and the heads are rolling......

If hell exists, it will be the same as it is now.

In the blink of an eye, Flender had already led people to the top of the fortress, stabbed the defender commander in the chest with a sword, and then slowly cut off the opponent's head with a blade full of gaps.

At this time, there were only more than twenty daredevils left around him, and Fred himself was shot twice, his chest hair was stained red with blood, his belly was cut, his intestines flowed out of half, and the smell of half-digested food gushed out.

He had no distractions, and all he had to do at this time was to declare victory, climb the long stone staircase along the top of the fortress, and kick open the wooden door of the tower, and the fresh air he had hoped for did not appear,

The billowing smoke choked him and he couldn't stop coughing, and the flag of Voodoo was planted on the flag tank in front of him, and he cut it off and pulled it out with a sword.

The "broken shackles" flag, a symbol of the slaves' freedom, were securely planted in the brass jar, the cloth covered in blood, riddled with bullet holes, and torn edges.

Fred's vision had become blurred due to blood loss, but he gritted his teeth and stuck the head of the enemy commander into his sword:

"Brothers and sisters! Witness my glory! ”

"Woohoo! Let's witness! Tens of thousands of volunteer soldiers responded to him.

Fredton felt satisfied, and closed his eyes,

He's so tired and needs a good night's sleep,

With a crooked neck, the tower was planted.

"Fred!"

Samantha, whose face was covered in blood, knelt down and cried, and Andy pulled her up:

"Fred kept his promise and never took a step back until his death, and we should all be proud of him.

Come on, Samantha, there's still a lot of work to do. ”

Legend of the Heroes of Valstad