Landzel rode his war horse and stared at the sea level in the distance, staring at the flaming goshawk banner that hunted on the sea in the sunset, and his lip was bitten and bleeding.

Just a little bit, even if it was a quarter of an hour, Fort Horn would be taken in a quarter of an hour! Then the arrogant fool named Edward Witwood and the Fort-Horn would all be held in the palm of his hand!

But the tide of battle turned so suddenly, the Turin Expeditionary Fleet, which could not have been here, completely disrupted his previous arrangements before the battle began—all his fleets were gathered on the south side of Fort Clarion Island, and the enemy was coming at him from a north-west position!

Although he had already ordered the fleet, which was still besieging the castle, to immediately prepare to block the enemy, it was still a step too late...... Eight hundred Turin hoplites and knights had already landed on the shore, shouting and carrying various heraldic banners, destroying the barracks' guardrails and rejecting horses, and rushing to the unprepared rear!

In the camp in the rear, the hastily assembled wounded soldiers, auxiliaries and mercenary slaves could not hold out for even half an hour, and the assembled knights completely destroyed the improvised front with a single charge, and the Turin soldiers immediately raised their battle flags and launched an attack, quickly "drowning" these helpless enemies.

Soon, the troops who landed on the coast immediately began to use ignition agents and fire oil to burn the baggage of the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment to expand the results of the battle. It wasn't until this time that the army of the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment, which was still storming Fort Clarion, really reacted, but it was too late.

The sudden appearance of the enemy caused the entire army to be in chaos, and many of the Dominica soldiers who had not yet recovered from the shock and panic were even frightened and fled in a hurry, even if they remembered to hurry up and defend, they could not find their own hundred-man team at all, everyone was shouting and cursing, and the military flags fell one by one, scrambling to avoid the Turin knights who were charging towards the hillside!

"Are you all cowards afraid of hundreds of Turin dogs!" shouted Landzel, surrounded by the guards around him, pointing to the cavalry rushing towards the hillside: "Archers, wind me arrows and shoot these arrogant things!"

The roaring rain of arrows fell from the sky, and the Turin knights, who were shouting wildly, had just rushed up the hill when they were torn off their horses one after another by the oncoming rain of arrows - such a terrain was not at all an occasion for them to exert their strength, and the infantry in the rear immediately formed a shield wall, while resisting the rockets like locusts, and quickly dragged the knights who had fallen from their horses back to their positions.

Below the slopes, the flames seemed to ignite even on the surface of the sea, fleeing in all directions, and the defeated soldiers were hunted and slaughtered everywhere, and the Dominica fleet finally engaged the navy of Turin, and the screams and roars of ballistas and bows mingled incessantly, setting off waves of screams and wails.

The current situation has been reversed, Landezell, whose eyes are full of blood, looked at the enemy who was still rushing up the mountain, and the rear of the entire Zifan mercenary regiment's military formation had been torn apart by the enemy, but in terms of numbers, he still had an absolute advantage, and the enemy was just a surprise sneak attack.

But the real advantage is no longer on himself, Landzel's unwilling gaze has never left the castle of Fort Clarion - as long as half an hour, another half an hour can take this castle, and when the time comes, relying on the castle's terrain and city defense, plus the strength of the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment, none of these damn Turin dogs will want to go back!

And now...... Landzel had to think about the back road, even if he captured Fort Horn now, the entire Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment would not have the strength to continue fighting with the reinforcements of the Turines - food, military supplies, reserves, medicine...... All of them were burned, and even if they won, they won't be able to hold out for long.

What's more, the madman named Edward Wetwood is probably still alive now, and Landzel definitely doesn't believe that this guy has left anything behind. I'm afraid that if you take this castle in a hurry now, you will be waiting for yourself with either piles of ignition agents and oil, or some terrible trap or something.

"Order all the soldiers who are still attacking the castle to withdraw, without any pause - all retreat!" Landzel shouted with great decisiveness: "All withdraw, we will reorganize our defenses on the hillside and prepare for battle!"

"Withdraw now?" The herald was also very unwilling, or the fear in his heart that the black-haired knight had no reason made him extremely eager to see the scene of Edward's head being cut off: "The brothers will be able to take the contract, and it will be removed at this time......"

"There is only a group of defeated soldiers left in that broken stone pile, and I can kill them all at any time if I want to, you idiot!" Landzel scolded with a cold face: "But now for the sake of such a broken stone pile and dozens of lives, do you have to let half of Zifan's brothers fill it in?!"

Landzel's chilling gaze swept in front of the leaders of each mercenary group in front of him: "Withdraw the troops attacking Fort Clarion, organize a defense on the hillside, and resist the reinforcements of the Turines—they should not be many in number, as long as every brethren can hold their posts, they will not be able to defeat us!"

All the officers and centurions nodded and left, the sound of war drums came from the military formation of the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment, and the line that gradually contracted the formation began to become stable, and more and more new troops could not fill the original vacancy from behind, and the victorious Turin reinforcements were finally held back, although there were several knights who organized a charge, but they were still repulsed, and they could only rely on the heavy infantry and pikemen to stabilize the forward, and fight with the Dominic soldiers at the bottom of the hillside.

The upper road on the hillside was too narrow for the whole row of 100 people to squeeze on, and both sides that had maintained the formation quickly abandoned their original formations, and there were figures fighting each other everywhere, and the fiercest places of the battle were completely mired in a state of melee, and frenzied shouts and heart-rending screams were intertwined - spears, steel swords, arrows...... The hateful and bloodthirsty gaze never disappeared, and everyone was trying their best to rush deeper into the ground.

Even through the banners and crowds, Landzel could see that the reinforcements were definitely not here to strangle themselves with the defenders of the castle, and seeing that the urgent offensive was obviously to rush to Fort Clarifolia, in just two quarters of an hour, they had already organized their cavalry to charge the hillside five times.

Obviously, they have reached the point where they have no scruples to save Fort Clarifolia, which means that someone in the castle is extremely important to the commander of this reinforcement army in Turin, so that they will fight to the point of advancing up the hillside at such a great sacrifice, and almost every few meters of land is lying on the corpses of both sides, completely paving the way with blood!

"Lord Landzel, our fleet seems to be in a bitter battle. The herald pointed to the fighting navy on the sea in the distance, and the Dominica fleet, which had rushed to meet the battle, had almost just rushed up, and several warships in the vanguard were heavily surrounded—several days of siege had caused their stone cannons and crossbow arrows to be so badly consumed that they did not even have the means to break through.

But there was not much discouragement in Landzel's eyes, and he calmly looked at the Turin reinforcements who were still fighting hard in the gradually setting sunset, and a bitter smile came out of the corner of his mouth.

"Herald, send another messenger to that Sir Edward Witwood in Hornfort. Landzer finally breathed a sigh of relief helplessly: "Try to be as sincere as possible." ”

"But didn't he reject you?"

"Yes, but I guess he's waiting for me to come and beg him. With a bit of luck, we can be the ones who have the most to gain from a war, and we don't need any more brothers to die here. ””

"Of course, I'm afraid the ending will not be the same as we thought at the beginning. ”