The roar of the drums of war resounded through the streets, the crunch of swords and shields echoed in the sky, and the roar of a dying warrior was tragic and desolate. Brutal wars are never a good thing, and after such a large-scale battle, I don't know how many more women were forced to become widows, and innocent children were called orphans.

A large number of barricades turned the square leading to the barn into one of the most mediocre roads. Dense as ants, the heavily armed Maro warriors rushed into the Lightning Legion's defensive area like a wave. They could no longer compete with the barbarians, and now they had eaten all the food in the area they occupied. If they can't find food supplies, there are only two options for them.

Either they were forced to evacuate from the city, give up the city that their emperor had ordered to defend, and then wait for military justice to be dealt with after returning. Either they will confront the Saar people in the city head-on, completely crushing them and regaining control of the city, and neither of these two methods will lead to good results.

But if they had to choose, they chose to fight to the death. It's not that they are brave, but the first brings a much higher punishment than death in battle. Maro had strict military discipline, not only because of their training, but also because Caesar set the strictest punishment for fleeing.

Those who dared to retreat without the emperor's order were not only captured and sent to the mines, but also became slaves with the most tragic fate. Their own family members will also be branded as deserters' families, not only must they hang a flag in front of the door symbolizing the deserters in their family, and they will be discriminated against and spurned by everyone, but their descendants will not be allowed to hold any public office for three generations.

Except for particularly selfish people, no one wants to take the initiative to become a deserter. Moreover, the battle was not completely winless, although the Salts they fought against were not only powerful, but also much better equipped than them. However, the number of opponents is much smaller than theirs, and it is still possible to win the battle if the deployment is reasonable, although the price to be paid will be quite huge.

"The attack is fierce!" Nadal took the blood-stained urge, smashed it hard under the crotch of a Maro soldier, and shouted at Glock, who was holding a short sword beside him, "It's time to get our reserves on board, right?"

"Don't worry!" Glock grabbed the spear in his left hand, pulled the fierce-looking Maro warrior in front of him, and cut his throat without giving him a chance to draw his short sword, "Now they haven't used all their strength, if you don't want to play hide and seek with them in the future, you will take this opportunity to take advantage of this opportunity to take them to the end at once." ”

Bang, bang, bang! The Grey Dwarven Muskets on the roof of the Grain Tower, under the cover of the slanted planks, dodged the arrows of the Maro archers, and occasionally fired at the Maro warriors who were charging at the line of Salt not far away. The dense crowd barely needed to aim, and each platoon of guns could shoot a lot of people.

The planks that sheltered them had been shot like hedgehogs, covered with arrow feathers with white tails. During the time they were shooting at the opposing archers, the most heavily protected gray dwarves also suffered casualties, and many of them were shot by arrows because they couldn't dodge. The battle below was even more fierce, and many people were too tired from slashing and slashing to the rear to rest, and were pierced through the intestines by Marlowe's spear.

Refra, who was in command in the barn, was once again on top of the barn's tower, protected by three or four shieldmen. Looking at the battlefield that was in the midst of fierce battles, he frowned at the main direction of the Maro attack, and in the distance, Maro archers with good eyesight also found this revealed officer, and many arrow feathers were concentrated on the tower.

However, due to the distance, these arrows were not lethal, and were blocked by the shields that protected him by Refora's side. These shield-bearers can be regarded as Rayfora's personal guards, and their main duty is to protect Rayfora's safety, even if they themselves are shot, they must not let Rifola miss anything.

"Judging by this, the other side should have put their reserves into it. Looking at the crowded streets and the small square in front of the barn, Refora judged the amount of troops that had been put in and said, "And most of the people have already entered the area we have prepared. Kindness...... It's almost time to carry out the plan. ”

Refora's order was quickly given, and the warriors, who had been resting and preparing in the barn, were thrown into the battlefield at this time. The Salter warriors, who had been forced to defend, led by this reserve of one hundred and fifty men, began to turn to attack the hordes of Maro warriors to counterattack, trying to force them out of the small square in front of the barn full of obstacles.

The ground, covered in blood and guts, turned into blood-colored mud under the trampling of leather boots. In front of the tall Salt warriors, these Maro people were as weak as ladies, and although they fought hard, they still couldn't escape the fate of being pushed. The Maro, unable to exploit their numerical superiority because of the narrowness of the streets, could only lose step by step the positions they had captured at the cost of their lives.

In the end, the commander of the regiment they commanded from a distance could only order a retreat, and he could already see that the soldiers in the battle had lost their sense of battle. And he no longer has a morale-boosting reserve in his hands to send, their defeat in this battle is already doomed, and the opponent's strength is much stronger than theirs.

Boom! On the way to retreat the Maro, some buildings that were quite tall suddenly exploded. Not only did many of the retreating Maro soldiers blow them up, but the collapsed rubble and broken wood also blocked the streets, and there was no way out of the entire ring area, and they had become a solemn trapped beast.

"If we follow the city lord's pamphlet, we must at least leave a gap for them. Glock, the Maro soldier who was chasing and fleeing, said to Nadal beside him: "This way they will not inflict more casualties on us, and leave them a way to live so that they can concentrate on fleeing for their lives, instead of going back to continue the fight with us." ”

"These Maros can't fight at all. Nadal, who smashed the head of a Maro warrior like a watermelon, said: "What's more, you just said that if you let these guys go back, you will have to play hide and seek with them in the city again, so it is better to ......annihilate them in one go!"

However, Nadal's words were not finished, and all the reserves rushed out of the barn. Just like the righteous division in the old movie, he shouted words like surrendering the gun and not killing these Maro soldiers who had almost lost their fighting spirit. Refora, who did not leave the gap, had already considered the possibility of a desperate battle for the other side, and provided these Maro warriors with another way to live.

A Maro warrior threw down his weapon and knelt on the ground with corpses and blood in his hands. Like the worst of the worst infectious diseases, it quickly spread to all the remaining Maro warriors, and the sound of metal falling to the ground came and went. Even the Maro warriors, who had been holding high the broken banner, finally gave up resistance and knelt down to wait for the victor to dispose of him.

After nearly half a month of fighting, the curtain finally came to an end in this final battle, and the lightning legion of Thunder Bluff gained a way to the rear of the Maro front, and now this city, which no longer existed, was completely under their control. They will send this news back to Thunder Bluff as soon as possible, so that their Excellency the President can take the gold coins they deserve.

And at this time in the Thunder Cliff, after the sudden incident of Blackbeard, everything returned to its original ordinary normal. Since Mo Yan no longer needed to deal with all kinds of small affairs, his whole person became a lot easier. After finishing the business every morning, except for the occasional trip to the research institute in the Thunder Bluff to instruct the Grey Dwarf craftsmen in their techniques.

It was to play in various entertainment venues, after Mo Yan gave the seeds of a strange culture, the local culture of the Saltes in the Thunder Cliff also watered strange flowers. Stories about some of the heroes in the history of the Salts have also been put on stage. Although the screenwriter of the Salt people is still very immature, and the lines written sound unusually middle two, but overall it is quite interesting.

"Is it starting to rain?" Mo Yan had just finished watching a play written by the Salts, and Mo Yan took Ellie and Jones out of the theater of Thunder Bluff and looked at the sky that had begun to turn gray. Some tiny raindrops had begun to fall, and before he knew it, Mo Yan ushered in his third rainy season in the Otherworld, which meant that he had been here for three years.

"It's been three years. Receiving the umbrella from the waiter in the theater, Mo Yan walked out of the theater and sighed a little: "If you think about it, if you think about it, you can build such a city in three years, no matter how you look at it, it's not a very scientific thing." Those goblin coolies, who were huge in number and didn't need money, really helped a lot. ”

"It's their greatest honor to be able to work for their master!" Jones said, grabbing one of Mo Yan's fingers and holding a small umbrella to the left of the Minotaur. And Ellie, who was unceremoniously holding the hand of the bullhead, was not far behind when she heard Jones's words, and said: "Dad is not an ordinary monster that can be compared......! You two......" Mo Yan looked at the drenched coachman, opened the door of Mo Yan's special carriage, and waited for them to enter the carriage. Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a sudden burst of thunder, and several purple lightning bolts hit the lightning rod of Thunder Cliff abnormally.

(To be continued)