"Boom ——!!!!"

Standing in front of the city gate, the tower-like ladder was shot from an unknown stone cannon in the middle of the wooden beam, with a brittle cracking sound, the entire ladder slowly collapsed in a desperate scream, the flying oil ignited the entire wooden beam, billowing smoke, like a torch burning.

The burning flames, the billowing smoke, the scorching heat—the nearly a hundred barbarian warriors trapped in the ladder screamed miserably to escape from it, and at such a moment the originally solid wooden walls became a cage of despair, and the swords and axes could not break the restraints, and the choking smoke blinded their eyes and ran down their noses and mouths into their throats, and the hot oil and flames turned their skin and armor into hideous and black charcoal.

Almost all the barbarian warriors standing at the bottom of the ladder were stunned, even forgetting the enemy in front of them, staring at the sky-high torch in amazement, and hearing in their ears the terrible screams of the people trapped in the flames, like the last howl of a caged animal before facing near-death despair.

It wasn't until the burning ladder completely collapsed and fell down little by little that the barbarian warriors seemed to wake up and fled in all directions.

With a loud roar and a splash of smoke and flames, there was a pile of ruins at the foot of the originally empty city wall, and hundreds of charred and torn bones.

"God bless Turin, long live Lord Witwood——!!!!"

Immediately a passionate cheer rang out on the city wall, and the soldiers of the Battle Banner Legion who saw this scene were so excited that they cried out with tears in their eyes. In the roar that resounded in the sky, the hundred-man teams that were still retreating steadily stopped at this moment. It was like an iron wall that kept the barbarian warriors on the walls in front of the towers and fortresses. The barbarian warriors, who had already consumed a lot of physical strength in the previous siege charge, immediately suffered heavy casualties.

"See, this is the power of silver blood!" Robin, the little man in front of the ballista, was more excited than anyone else - he just wanted to break the ladder, but he accidentally hit the beams of the entire ladder, and he danced a little excitedly, and even began to order the auxiliaries: "Quick, reload again, this time I'm going to burn that damn monster to ashes!"

The scrambled auxiliaries hurriedly loaded another stone cannon into it, and Robin, who was tense, propped up the ballista gun carriage. With his right eyes wide open, he stared at the little point in the distance, gritted his teeth and roared out: "Launch ——!"

The flames exploded into countless sparks in the wilderness, and the arrows and "rain of fire" poured down in the dense barbarian army, and then were quickly overwhelmed by the crowd behind. The barbarian warriors who shouted fiercely rushed to the city wall, and eagerly waved their weapons to pounce on the soldiers of the Battle Banner Legion hiding behind the shield wall.

At this moment, the battle banner legion, which had no way to retreat, stabilized the situation, and the hundred-man team maintained a dense formation, stabbing the broadsword and throwing spear in the hand in unison, while the enemy in front retreated slightly, and the knights standing in the rear immediately rushed out of the shield wall and tore their formation with sharp steel blades.

"Pierce the enemy with a sharp blade. Protect the brethren with a shield and hold the line!" waved the broadsword in his hand. Helthy yelled at the centurion beside him, "Hold them all here, long live Lord Edward Witwood——!

"Long live Lord Edward Witwood——!!!!"

The eager shouts echoed like a tidal wave on a battlefield on the city walls, and the continuous death of the elite warriors at the forefront forced the entire barbarian army to commit troops as quickly as possible, and these young barbarian warriors dressed in blue tattoos with only a spear or axe screamed and died in front of the blood-stained shield.

Having lost their elite and heavily armed warriors, the barbarian armies on the city walls are losing their newly-won gains little by little. The Lund Guards, who were in charge of holding the end of the wall, sped up the process with great speed - the Lund pirates who had forgotten about the battle had not received any orders from Edward, and even if they did, they did not obey them, and were strangled like bloodthirsty beasts with the equally savage warriors of the Vast Lands.

For these Lund warriors, this is the only way to fight that suits them best - although they can also form an impregnable shield wall, they have ancient and bloodthirsty power flowing in their blood, and only this unbridled fighting can best stimulate their bestial nature.

The mercenaries of Silver Blood were the ones who were the ones who could carry out orders perfectly—or rather, they didn't intend to fight hard from the beginning, and it was enough to maintain the line and protect the walls from being lost.

Standing at the end of the barbarian army, Gracchus also saw the situation on the city wall, his brows furrowed as if he was in a dilemma, the long knife in his hand was raised high, and he still refused to swing it - like an anxious battle, hesitating, unable to advance or retreat.

"They seem to be retreating?" At the top of the tower, Alan blinked blue eyes and pointed to the other side—the voice that even she didn't believe was true, "Do you want to inform Edward quickly?"

"How is that possible?!" Ludwig's stiff face also showed a subtle surprise - now that the Battle Banner Legion has obviously lost even the most cutting-edge city walls, how can the enemy give up such a good opportunity?

But when those shocked eyes looked over, the clan totem of the Red Horse Clan had indeed fallen, and the four-headed giant monster in the distance had also stopped attacking, clearly preparing to retreat.

"Herald!" Ludwig shouted at the moment, and the herald, who had just been holding the swallow-tailed flag, threw away his helmet and ran out in a hurry, rushing to get the news to Edward's hands - just a moment of jet lag could turn the tide of battle!

Edward, who was standing at the forefront of the city wall, saw the red horse totem that fell on the side almost at the same time, a hint of surprise flashed on his face, and then he turned to look at the bottom of the stairs of the city wall, and the leader of the Black Eagle Clan was also looking at him, which made the black-haired knight laugh: "Iska, the time has come for the Black Eagle Clan to show - clean the city wall for me!"

"For Lord Edward Witwood——!!!!"

Edward finally used the last of his reserves, and the barbarian cavalry, who had been waiting for too long, couldn't wait to draw their sharp Dominic scimitars and rush up the walls from the stairs of the tower. The infantry of the Battle Banner Legion, who had originally held on to the spot, quickly completed the "exchange" with the Black Hawk cavalry rushing up behind them, and before those barbarian warriors could react, the Black Eagle Clan warriors with sharp knives had already rushed up.

The barbarian warriors on the city walls were caught off guard by the sudden arrival of the new force - although the warriors of the Black Eagle Clan only wore light armor, their protection was still far stronger than the naked tattooed blue totem warriors, and the sharp Dominic scimitar was the best weapon against these enemies with very little armor, easily tearing their bodies apart, and even cutting off entire heads!

The crossbowmen did not stop, and the arrows slaughtered the retreating barbarian army like a storm, and soon turned into a terrible rout, screaming and wailing the barbarian warriors scattered in all directions, not caring for their original line, and the whole forward was completely thrown into chaos.

When the barbarian warriors on the last city wall wailed miserably, and fell from the top of the city with a dozen javelins on their bodies, the bones in front of the ruined city gate were already piled up, and the broken city head was more like it had been splashed with red paint countless times, and it had already been completely soaked!

A dull trumpet sounded, and the sun on the other side of the mountain was only a blood-red sunset, and the whole world seemed to fall into an unprecedented dead silence.

It's dark. (To be continued.) )