"All the archers climbed the towers, set up their ballistas, and all the infantry gathered under the city gates, all stood at their posts!" The wind was cold, and Lybinus almost howled at the top of his throat: "God bless Turin, long live Lord Witwood——! long live Marcherus——!"

"Long live Lord Witwood——!!!! long live Marcherus——!!!!"

The sound of a loud horn echoed through every corner of the fortress, and the soldiers were in action everywhere - the entire Twin Towers Fortress was like a war machine back in operation, following its proper steps.

The infantrymen marched up to the wall in a neat formation behind the centurion and the standard-bearer, their shields sealing the wall like another wall, and the archers behind the watchtowers and battlements filled the quiver in front of them, and then lit the torches beside them, and clung to the bowstring for orders.

As one of the most important fortresses in the entire city of Hantu, heavy ballistas were installed at the top of each tower in this fortress, and the auxiliary infantry in overcoats carried boxes of stone cannons and clay pots filled with fire oil, and forcefully pulled open the ballista gun carriages, waiting for the final order - they had heard the familiar sound of the horn countless times in the past few days.

And Lebinus on the city wall was also extremely nervous, and the big sword he was wearing on his body had long since fallen to it, only the broadsword in his hand and the shield handed to him by Helti stood on the battlement and looked into the distance, and the soldiers behind him stared at the chief centurion with hopeful eyes, the commander who had repelled the enemy again and again.

But this time, it was not the horn of Repinus that the soldiers heard first, but the incomparably desolate roar from afar!

The earth trembled. The barbarian warriors who had already retreated erupted into excited cheers, and the desolate war drums of the Hantu barbarians shook the land, this ancient and savage land, along with the footsteps of the trolls.

The dull sound of drums, the heart-rending howls, the roars of trolls. The desolate, blood-drenched sound seemed to reach the depths of the heart, making every barbarian warrior extremely angry, as if the blood had broken through their heads—it was the roar of bloodthirsty beasts before hunting.

The soldiers on the city wall held their breath one by one, quietly waiting for orders. One of the standard-bearers standing at the front couldn't help but glance at Lebinus, who was standing on top of the wall, only to find that the chief centurion's face was pale, and his face was actually terrified!

"Lord Radius. The standard-bearer couldn't help but shout: "Please give the order!"

"Ordered...... Yes, ordered. It was as if he had finally come to his senses, and his trembling eyes were bloodshot. He roared out to the soldiers behind him: "Battle Banner Legion, prepare to meet the enemy——!"

"Hold on to this castle beneath your feet—it was here three hundred years ago, it has not been breached by the enemy for three hundred years, and it will not be three hundred years later!" Lebinus stood among the soldiers and roared loudly: "All the brothers who stand here and fight the enemy, I assure you that we will never die here, and reinforcements from the Chief Flag Officer will come at any time." What are you going to give him when he comes?!"

"Victory ——!!!!"

"Let's have another treat before dinner. What are you waiting for, set fire to all the damn arrows and ballistas!" Radius, whose eyes were filled with blood, stared at the army that was pouring towards the city wall like a tide, and waved the sword in his hand fiercely: "Shoot ——!!!!"

The "God Bless Turin——!!!!" auxiliaries and crossbowmen roared, and the arrows of fire that rose into the air fell from the sky like a violent wind, and the terrible screams were accompanied by sudden flames, and the blood stains bloomed in the endless "dark clouds". Wails and exclamations followed, and they fell in patches under the rain of arrows.

Don't aim, let alone look with your eyes - months of fighting have made these Banner Legion's crossbowmen so familiar with their weapons that they know where they should shoot their arrows and when they should shoot the most threatening ones!

There was no lightness in the eyes of every infantryman on the wall, from Lybinus to the front of the battle—they all knew it. This was not enough to stop the savage and death-defying barbarian warriors, and only delayed their assault on the walls.

It would be nice if there were cavalry...... Lerbinus couldn't help but lament in a low voice, he was a real Turine, and in the eyes of any Turine, cavalry was a force that could decide the outcome of the battle.

And just as he was still hesitating, the sound of hurried footsteps behind him suddenly came, and Repinus turned his head suddenly, only to see a beautiful figure waving a flag that had rushed up the tower.

"Soldiers of the Banner Legion, your chief flag bearer has arrived with reinforcements from Hantu City, a full army of 30,000 troops, and Anson Marcherus, Duke of Hantu City!" "Blonde-haired, heroic Alan stood at the top of the tower, holding the Wittwood family's Blood Cross Banner in his hand: "Stick to your duty, and we will defeat them!"

"It's Miss Allen, and those knights!" the soldiers on the city wall shouted with cheers, and the big-headed soldiers, who had been solemn just now, now showed excited expressions one by one: "It's Miss Allen, she's standing behind us!"

"Radiant Cross...... She, what the hell is she going to do?!" There was not much excitement on Repinus's face, only surprise and horror: "Does she want to die here?!"

Looking at the proud smile on Alan's face, the chief centurion didn't even stop for a moment before rushing towards the tower - he had already officially pledged his allegiance to Edward, and maybe he would become a knight of the Wittwood family in the future, even if Alan had a little thing to do in this fortress, how could he still have the face to meet Wetwood?!

"Please return to the castle at once, this is not the place you should be!" the chief centurion lowered his voice and roared in a low voice, "The enemy is about to attack!"

"They can't break through this fortress - that's why I'm standing here!" Alan interrupted Repcinus with a wave of his hand - Edward had entrusted the castle to himself, so how could he show the slightest weakness, I was no longer the same Ellen!

"But this time it's different, the enemy has trolls!" "Repinus was eager to knock the Miss Allen unconscious and let her take her back: "You haven't seen those monsters, you don't know how terrible they are, once they ......"

Before his words could fall, a scream that tore through the air suddenly reached Restinus's ears, and the chief centurion, who trembled suddenly, did not think about it, and immediately roared.

"Get down ——!!!!"

The loud roar was like thunder exploding overhead, and the walls that shook in the explosion kicked up a cloud of billowing smoke, and there were screams filled with the smell of blood.

When the smoke cleared, the frightened soldiers slowly got up and looked at the scene in front of them in amazement—the flying boulders did not smash the city walls, but flew over them, and the soldiers with the battlements and a whole team of 100 soldiers were all turned into a pile of rotten flesh and blood in the ruins!

"Damn it, damn it, my damn crow's mouth!" Lebinus, shaking to his feet, clutched his chest and cursed, and looked out from the edge of the tower, where the four trolls had come out of the enemy line, a heavy roar echoing through the sky like thunder.

Suddenly the walls were filled with panicked shouts, and the centurions were still shouting and cursing to keep order among the soldiers so that they would not be sent to their own deaths.

"What are you waiting for, waiting for these monsters to turn us all into meat sauce?!" Repinus turned his head abruptly and glared at the terrified auxiliaries behind him, "Launch, launch! They're all in charge, they're all burned to live charcoal!" (To be continued.) )