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The crash of the siege engine was like the last death knell, and Pegul himself stood on the city wall, looking at the more and more dead and wounded soldiers around him, and a wave of despair welled up in his heart.

The outer city must not be able to hold it, and now the soldiers on the city head have suffered heavy casualties, and the 300,000 army is now less than 100,000 people, and the blood is flowing like a river, and the corpses are all over the field, and the city is really unable to let go, so the corpses of the soldiers have to be thrown outside the city one by one.

"Die with Gerburn!" Kill!" yelled Bergooli, his voice hoarse after a long battle and encouragement.

The Baiguli was a third-class marquis of the empire, and the Baigu family had guarded the southern frontier for generations, and was deeply favored by the Yale emperor. What's more, the three sons of the burgulee are now all in official positions in dìdū, and if he dares to open the city and surrender, the next step will be to behead the whole family.

Therefore, for the sake of the family's inheritance, he gritted his teeth, rejected the surrender signal released by the Roman army, and after besieging the city, he expressed to the people of the city that he was willing to live and die with the city.

The Bai Gu clan had already won the hearts of the people in the southern Xinjiang by spreading rumors, and Dìdū had sent the royal forbidden army to support, and the hearts of the people in the city gradually stabilized.

The gates of the northern city were already in tatters, and the plaster-sealed walls began to crack. Shouts from outside the city spread through the sky, as if the Roman army was about to enter the city gates.

A group of soldiers galloped from under the city wall, their faces were covered with blood and they didn't care to wipe them, and after turning over and falling off their horses, they quickly climbed the city tower, and after seeing the cypress, they turned over and knelt on the ground, shouting: "Lord Marquis!

As soon as Bai Guli heard his words, he suddenly felt a little dizzy, and after stabilizing his figure, he hurriedly took two steps forward and helped the soldier up with his own hands, his face was a little gray.

He almost shouted: "Isn't there still 30,000 people in Beicheng! It's only been a long time! Why can't it be stopped!"

Hearing Bergooli's question, the soldier's tears flowed out at once, and he choked up: "My lord! It's terrible! The Romans sent a silver fifth-level master to rush to the city, and no one could stop him at all! If it weren't for the brothers' desperate efforts to consume his fighting spirit, I'm afraid that the northern city would have been lost by now!"

Bai Guli was slightly depressed, he himself was only a silver level cultivator, even if he went over in person, he was afraid that he would not be able to stop the strong man.

He is now in a dilemma, the main gate has been shattered, the north city is also in danger, a tear fell from his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Could it be that the sky is going to kill me! Is the city of Gelben really not saved......

He had mixed feelings in his heart for a while, his ancestors guarded the southern Xinjiang for four generations, and the city of Gelben has always been regarded by him as his own family business, if the city of Gelben is lost, he will not be able to face the ancestors and ancestors even if he is self-defeating.

Looking at the Romans outside the city, a sense of powerlessness swelled in Bergooli's heart, ten days had passed since the fall of Istanbul, and the army of the imperial court had still not arrived.

He couldn't help but shout in his heart: "Doesn't the imperial court want us to travel to Lakota? What kind of sin do we have to abandon us!"

When the surrounding guards saw Bai Guli's sad face, they fell to their knees one after another, and kept kowtowing: "Incompetent!

Palgul bit the tip of his tongue to cheer himself up a little, he couldn't fall down at this time, so he squeezed out a smile on his face and said, "I'm not sad when I think about it." ”

He helped everyone around him up one by one and comforted: "It's just that you're suffering, and you're in a good year, but you want to accompany me as an old man to Huangquan together." ”

The surrounding people bowed down and shouted, "I am willing to die for my lord!" The surrounding shouts brought about the atmosphere of the city, and more and more people chanted, and the morale rose again for a while.

For a time, the whole city of Gelben was full of shouts, and the Roman soldiers were shocked that they were actually blocked from rushing like cháo water.

Seeing that their offensive was blocked, the Gerburn soldiers all rejoiced and said: "Marquis Halloween! Marquis Halloween!" The city tower was full of people, and although it was miserable, there was also a breathtaking force.

Sariev, who was in the distance, saw the scene above the city of Gelben and couldn't help but praise: "There is also a return to the light, this cypress is still a good general!"

But then he ordered: "The fifteenth regiment of zhōngyāng pressed up, and told Kelkoli that I will only give him half an hour, and if he can't take the city, let him come and see him!"

He led the Fifth Division of Zhōngyāng, and Kerkori was his confidant, and he was ready to let him obtain the first merit of breaking the city, and for the new generation of young heroes, Sariev has been cultivating them tirelessly.

The north wind was bleak, the drums were thundering, and after Kerkori received the order, he directly led the whole regiment into the city. Bukrich saw that Sariev had finally released his killer move, and his eyes burst into a burst of jīng light, he had never been prepared to let go of this city-breaking achievement.

So he also gave an order: "Inform Krievich that within half an hour, the gates of the northern city must be broken!"

The herald immediately received the order and galloped away. The whole army knows about it. Although the two division commanders seem to be in harmony, they are secretly competing in private, but they can only obey orders about these big people.

Two zhōngyāng regiments joined the battle, and the morale of the city of Gelben that had just been fought was immediately attacked even more violently. A cultivator with a fighting spirit is tantamount to a behemoth to an ordinary person.

The gap that had just been plugged was immediately knocked open again by the Roman army, and a burst of fierce fireballs fell on the head of the city of Gölben again, and the morale was blocked for a while, and the defense line was weakened again.

After receiving the order, Kerkori almost took out his full skills, the fighting spirit of the gold level unfolded, a long sword flew out, and there was a bloody storm around him.

Seeing the soldiers who swore to die one by one, the palkuli's lips were about to bite and bleed, and the soldiers around him were still on top one after another, but it was a pity that the gold-level powerhouses were not something they could stop at all.

The surrounding soldiers grabbed the cypress and said with eager eyes: "My lord! I can't hold it! I can die if I am lowly, but you can't die! The affairs of Gelben City are still waiting for you to go to dìdū to avenge the brothers!"

The cypress clenched his teeth and said hatefully: "I will not leave! My Paigoo family is full of loyal martyrs! There are only heroic souls who are loyal to His Majesty, and there are no cowards who steal their lives!"

Hearing his words, all the guards wept and wailed, and the cries echoed with the explosion of the fireball technique, and for a time it formed an extremely tragic picture on the city.

Bai Guli broke free from everyone's pull, waved his sword and shouted: "Our iron men in southern Xinjiang will kill the enemy with me, kill the Roman dogs, and kill enough of this, let's go to Huangquan Road together!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't pay attention to everyone at all, and ran out directly with his sword, and everyone didn't care to wipe the tears on their faces, and ran out directly with him.

Sariev, who was looking far away, saw a handsome flag floating, and everywhere he went, everyone was not afraid of death, although it was like a boat in the sea, but there was also a surging desolation.

He sat on a horse, dressed in a high-class battle uniform extremely decent, although the years left marks on his face, but still could not stop the sharpness on his body.

A jīng light burst out of his eyes, and he said to Machaliqi, who was also riding a horse beside him, "Isn't your Holy Empire rotten to the bones?

Machaliqi was slightly embarrassed, he was a rebel general, where was he qualified to comment on such a loyal minister. His eyes looked at the figure of the cypress on the city wall, and he was slightly disgusted.

This cypress had been so blessed by the Yale family for generations, and his three sons were now hostages, so he was willing to resist. ”

Speaking of this, he bent down slightly, with a slight smile on his face: "Although the cypress can show temporary bravery, for the adult's iron horse, it is just a mantis arm as a car. ”

Sariev was silent when he heard his sycophants, but the other regimental commander beside him was a little teasing: "Isn't the son of the lord of Macha also holding him hostage, why didn't you resist?"

There was a hint of hatred in Machaliqi's eyes, the commander of the regiment was named Frisoan, and he had always looked down on him as a rebel. But now that he's under a human roof, he'll quickly put his annoyance away.

I saw him bow his head and say: "Commander Foley doesn't know, the minister is a person who knows the times, and converting to the Roman Empire is my best destination! I am willing to die for the Marquis of Sariev at any time!"

Frithonian snorted coldly, and wanted to continue his sarcastic remarks at the moment. Sariev coughed lightly and motioned for him not to speak again, and Frithonian resisted the urge to insult Machalich.

Sariev smiled faintly and said, "The lord of Massa is a first-class hero, and if it is really traced back to the origin, there is a person of this Holy Empire who is not a child of my Roman Empire. ”

Speaking of this, he said solemnly: "So Machaliqi is not a rebel, he is just returning to the embrace of the motherland, and the generals must treat each other with courtesy in the future!"

At this moment, suddenly a cavalryman covered in blood galloped in, and when he ran to the gate of the camp, he turned over and fell off his horse and collapsed to the ground.

The soldiers around him hurriedly helped him up, only to hear him say hoarsely: "Go and report to the master...... Reinforcements from the Holy Empire have arrived...... Tens of thousands of ...... Go ......."

Several soldiers took him away, and one soldier hurriedly ran into the camp to report the news, and when Sariev heard the news, his hand holding the reins of the horse tightened slightly, and everyone around him changed slightly.

Machaliqi was the most unbearable, and his body was weak and almost fell off the war horse, but fortunately, Saliev beside him saw it, gently helped his body to stabilize it, and smiled faintly at him: "Why panic." ”

Then he paused slightly, and glanced at the people around him: "The old man just wanted to understand the power of the Holy Empire's forbidden army, but he didn't expect them to be in a hurry and send it to the door so quickly. After saying that, he chuckled twice, as if the wind was light.

When the surrounding soldiers saw his appearance, they all laughed loudly and said, "I am willing to learn with my lords!" The whole atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed, and then they all received orders and prepared to return to the camp to prepare for the army.

Under the sunset, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves suddenly resounded throughout the earth, thousands of horses galloped on the horizon, and the breath of Xiao Killing spread throughout the battlefield, and a scarlet shuai flag was opened, only to see the golden silk on it solemnly embroidered into four big characters: Royal Forbidden Army!

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