"Kill!"

"Damn the Dillmans, feel the wrath of the gods!"

"The glory of the Lord blesses us!"

"Follow the Lord's instructions and let these heretics know how powerful we are!"

At this moment, the battlefield has already been chaotic, shouts of killing, wailing sound everywhere, from time to time you can see flesh and blood flying, if a young man in the future has not undergone any training, he will definitely lose his soul in fear when he sees this scene.

"Poof!"

A wikipedian fiercely sent the sword in his hand into the soldier's flesh, and the blood gushed out instantly, and the cotton armor still didn't have much effect in the face of the sharp blade, but the position he cut was only the shoulder, and it couldn't make his enemy die.

The Wikipedian gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth to grip the sword in his hand.

"Click......"

The chilling sound of broken bones rang out, and there was no more blood on the levy's face, and even his wails quickly faded.

After a while, he actually lay down straight, but he fainted in pain.

"Die!" How could the wikiwarrior let go of such a good opportunity, he drew his sword and pointed it at the other man's heart, trying to thrust it hard.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, but it was he who fell to the ground, and another soldier behind him stood panting with a blunt object, and the soldier had palpitations that if he had slowed down for a moment, his friend would have died.

"Little Five! Little Five! ”

The soldier also had a wound on his body, he had just gone through a bloody battle, although he was lucky to win but he accidentally let the opposite side slash a sword, at this time people endured the pain to save people, it was already his limit.

"Damn it!" The soldier was very anxious to see his unconscious friend, who had known each other from the same village for a long time, and had been playmates since childhood, and this time was called up by the Count of Dortmund to come together.

I thought I could make a little money and go back to the village to live a good life, but now that I encountered such a thing, he even regretted it a little.

But it's useless to regret it, even if he doesn't want to come, he doesn't have any right to refuse, it was the Earl who recruited him, although Karl was "kind-hearted" and willing to give them the so-called salary, but he would not stupidly give them the right to refuse themselves.

The same thing happens all over the battlefield, where life and death are simply the most common thing, maybe a comrade who is still talking and laughing with you one second will move his head the next second.

On a hill not far away, Carl was holding a cylinder and watching the battlefield, the guards beside him were guarding him like wax statues, and Vicky and Logg were also standing beside him, watching the battlefield nervously.

As for Kevin, they had already led their armies to fight the enemy, they were nobles and knights, and they were obliged to rush to the front line.

This cylinder is a simple homemade telescope made by himself, although the finished product is not too far to be viewed because of the production process and various material problems, and even the viewing image is not clear, but it is also suitable for use here.

At the beginning, when he took out such a thing and showed it to Kevin and the others, several of them were shocked, if they didn't know Carl and were sincerely loyal to Carl, I'm afraid they would think that Ka Ka would be some kind of witchcraft, in that case, things would be big, and it was very likely that they would be caught and burned by the church in minutes.

However, when he and Kevin explained the principle clearly, although they were still a little scared and worried, they still chose to believe Carl, and they were very curious about the telescope itself, remembering that this thing could play a lot of role on the battlefield.

"It's almost time to close the net." Looking at the apparently chaotic battlefield, Carl muttered to himself.

He took a deep breath, then turned around sharply and shouted, "Drumming! ”

"Yes!"

……

Just when Count Grace thought everything would go as he expected, a change occurred.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

There was a sudden loud bang from Karl's position, and each blow seemed to hit Count Grace's heart, and the fierce and dense like thunder made Count Grace's face a little pale.

"What happened?" Count Grace didn't know why a bad feeling suddenly welled up in his heart, and he stared at Karl's position.

"Snares? What did the Constantine Empire like? Count Grace frowned, he didn't understand why Count Dortmund would use such a thing, but he knew that this thing was used for command, since the enemy sounded, it meant that something must have changed, and he was a little worried for no reason.

"What's wrong with you, Lord Earl?" Hadan beside him sensed that something was wrong with him and couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing." Count Grace shook his head slowly, but the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger.

"Lord Earl, the problem behind them seems to be solved." It was at this moment that one of his attendants suddenly spoke.

"What?" Earl Grace was stunned for a moment, and then cast his gaze, and sure enough, it seemed as if there was no commotion there, and if it weren't for the fact that some of the flags were crooked, he even wondered if he had a dream.

"Not good......" Count Grace's eyes widened, and at this moment he had a very terrible conjecture in his mind.

"Impossible...... It can't ......," said Earl Grace, praying inwardly, hoping that he had guessed wrong.

The next moment things changed again, and the enemy's army, which was still somewhat scattered, seemed to suddenly get better.

Of course, they were not immortals, and it was impossible for them to immediately change from scattered to completely neat because of a single order, but the soldiers who were visible to the naked eye and were very much in line with Count Grace's impression of the Dillman conscripts became orderly.

"The soldiers seem to be retreating?" Earl Grace was a little unsure.

"No, it's not a retreat, they're ...... Is it in ...... Change the army! Earl Grace reacted violently, and at this moment he felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Because he saw that behind those weak enemies, a group of more powerful troops rushed out, he couldn't see how many people there were, and he couldn't see the specific situation of those troops, but he could barely see that those soldiers were all in armor, and not the kind of useless cotton armor!

"That's their workhorse!" Count Grace immediately made a judgment, but a new question came up again, since the other party has such a strong army, why has he kept letting his weak conscripts go to death? And now, why are they willing to take out their main force?

Count Grace was puzzled, and slowly closed his eyes and thought, but soon he opened his eyes again, perhaps he had figured out the crux of the matter.

There was only one difference between the two, and that was that his army was getting farther and farther away from Fort Falt, to the point where it could not be returned for a short time.

"Damn it!" Thinking of this, his breath became rapid, and he clenched his fists tightly, and the bloodshot on his forehead was clearly visible.

"Perhaps...... You can hold ......," Count Grace trembled his lips, and he pleaded with the gods in his heart.

It's just that it was clear that he was going to be disappointed, as soon as there was a war with those armies, there was a different situation, although there could be no one-sided slaughter, but his army was in an absolutely unfavorable situation, although it was so far away, he could not see how many of his soldiers died, but he could see his soldiers being eaten one by one.

If this continues, it will not be long before his soldiers die.

"Retreat!" Count Grace roared angrily, and roared out the word, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The trumpeter of Fort Falt heard the order of the Count of Grace and hurriedly blew his horn, and the special law passed on the order.

"Lord Earl, why retreat!" Hadan jerked over and looked at Count Grace in disbelief.

"Open your eyes and look at the bastards, if we don't retreat, our army will die, we are fooled, the so-called Sakya people help us...... That's a scam at all! Count Grace closed his eyes in agony, he no longer dared to look at the battlefield.

Hadan instantly understood what Count Grace meant, but the result made him dumbfounded.

"No...... No, Lord Earl, we can't retreat! Hadan said with a shudder.

"Why! Do you really want my soldiers to die outside? Count Grace roared angrily, it was already this time, and Hadan was still going to disagree with him.

"Earl, once we retreat now, the enemy will follow our soldiers into our castle, and our walls will be useless to them!" Hadan seemed to see the scene of that catastrophe.

Earl Grace's eyes widened, he hadn't thought of this before.

"That'...... So what do we do! Count Grace's voice trembled, he was completely out of proportion, and he didn't know what to do next.

"Close the gates! Only by closing the gates can we keep our enemies out of the castle, we still have the defenders, if the enemy really crushes our troops outside, they themselves will definitely lose a lot, relying on our defenders, we can still hold Fort Farth! Hadan forced himself to calm down, analyzing.

"Do you want to abandon our fellow citizens? There are hundreds of warriors out there, and they are all our bravest warriors! Hearing Hadan's suggestion, Count Grace was a little furious.

"Will you keep the castle, or will you give mercy that shouldn't exist?" Hadan looked at him coldly.

Count Grace was stunned, and for a moment he didn't dare to look at Hadan.

After a long time, Earl Grace's hand hung limply.

"Pass my orders and close the gates!"