It was only in the space between the two of them that the alarm bells of the fortress had been sounded. The soldiers of the entire fortress were already in full formation, and even the hundreds of auxiliaries who had just arrived with the baggage team took up their weapons and prepared for battle under the supervision of the knights of The Hague Fort.

Riding a war horse, Edward, who was heavily armed, calmly led Repinus to the city gate, flanked by the entire Knights of the Sacred Tree who served as a guard, as well as Allen, who insisted on coming.

"We said that you are not allowed to leave me at any time!" Probably because there were too many people around, Alan could only mumble a few words in Edward's ear in exchange for a helpless smile on Edward's face. Ludwig and Lybinus, on the side, all turned their heads away, pretending not to hear anything.

Soon, this last bit of warmth was completely torn apart by the sound of the horn in the wind. A loud horn sounded from the top of the fortress's towers, and a forest of flags almost occupied the front wall - two huge red cross dovetail flags on a black background and a flaming goshawk flag hung down from both sides of the gate, declaring the entire fortress to belong.

And when the drums sounded on the hillside in the distance, and the dense figures filled almost the entire horizon, the soldiers of the Battle Banner Legion, who had sworn to swear, lost their original self-confidence—especially when the hideous "Red Horse" blood flag appeared in the face of these enemies who had crushed them more than once.

Completely different from the two war tribes that day, these barbarian warriors almost unabashedly put on a posture of preparing for battle, followed by a dozen cavalry holding high battle flags, and launched a charge in the direction of the city gate, and the loess swept across the wilderness. It's all about the momentum of annexing the entire Green River Valley Fortress!

"Open the door. Edward slowly raised his right hand. He gestured towards the city wall. The two soldiers standing on the rampart were visibly frightened. It took a while to react, and with a panicked look, they opened the city gate and lowered the drawbridge, and they were almost facing the barbarian army head-on!

The unhurried Knights of the Sacred Tree raised their spears in their hands, while Lerbinus and Ludwig on the side leaned slightly forward to block Edward's wings. Even Alan tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword nervously, as if he was facing a great enemy. But it's always much better than the soldiers on the city walls who are almost stupid.

This made Edward a little regretful - the really good soldiers were definitely not armed with the best equipment and weapons, and raised with the highest salaries. It will take time for the Banner Legion to be completely reborn. Now they can only rely on strong fortresses and sufficient baggage to fight a dozen defensive battles, and if they fight the enemy in the field on the frontal battlefield, they can only be slaughtered.

Just when the entire fortress was so tense that it could not even sweat a drop, the enemy had already stopped on the hillside, and thousands of barbarian warriors were gathering in a row, shouting and laughing on the hillside, raising their weapons and shields in their hands. Even if you can't hear what they're shouting. The soldiers hiding behind the city walls also knew that the other party was laughing and despising them, so they dared to hide in the fortress and not come out......

Just when the atmosphere of the entire fortress was almost frozen. The barbarian army on the hillside in the distance once again erupted in extremely violent cheers, and the heartstrings of all the people in the entire fortress immediately tensed, and their eyes were once again fixed on the opposite side - in the midst of the stretching barbarian army, a whole four trolls shuttled through the military formation, and stood side by side at the front of the entire military formation with a low roar, completely ready to attack!

Edward's brow never lifted for a moment - the battle he had won the battle a few days ago had been won by a very clever way, and he had not found a chance to kill the remaining three-headed trolls except to die at one end of the wall, and simply let them go.

The deathly silence filled the entire fortress almost as if it had condensed into substance, and not even the slightest sound could be heard, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it became extremely difficult to breathe.

Only separated by a wilderness that could not be defended, the two sides of the confrontation finally moved-in the barbarian army on the hillside, a dozen cavalrymen rushed to the front of the fortress's moat with a red horse battle flag, with an extremely casual posture, as if they were not at all worried that their men would be shot into hedgehogs.

Demonstrations, as well as provocations, were not even covered up at all.

Among the cavalry, the barbarian warrior who held the battle banner and resembled the leader was a middle-aged man who looked quite strong, his hair and beard almost covered half of his face, and a hideous scar tore the rest of his cheek in half from his left eye to the corner of his mouth, adding to the ferocity. Dressed in chain mail wrapped in wolf skin, with a one-handed axe around his waist and a Dominic scimitar behind his back—dressed like a mercenary, it was clear that the other party was more than just a barbarian.

Edward, who led the knights, walked out of the city gates, and a group of men stopped in front of the moat, and the two sides looked at each other across the drawbridge.

"Gracchus salutes you, noble Lord from the Kingdom of Turin. The messenger on the opposite side stepped forward first, stood alone on the drawbridge, and shouted loudly to the opposite side: "I wonder if I am lucky enough to know your honorific title?"

"Edward Witwood, Chief Flag Officer of His Highness Anson Marcherus, Duke of Hamtu, has been ordered to take over the fortress of the Green Valley and quell the rebellion there. Edward, who was not in a hurry, said slowly: "Any Hantu tribe that dares to attack the Green River Valley is my enemy!"

"But the Red Horse Clan is not your enemy, we are just a group of natives who live in the Green River Valley, and have always been the most loyal courtiers of the Kingdom of Turin. The envoy showed a posture of "sincere fear": "We didn't follow those rebels and launch an attack on Hantu City, but we really couldn't stand the oppression of that Lord Berion, and we were forced to do so." ”

That is, you confess that you are courtiers of the Kingdom of Turin. Edward spoke slowly, his eyes reflecting the "humble" appearance of the messenger: "There is no disobedience to the will of the kingdom?"

"Of course, the entire Akama clan is loyal to the Kingdom of Turin. The messenger's eyes tightened, and he felt that Edward seemed to have something to say, and immediately changed his words: "Please also be considerate of our difficulties, so that we can live in peace and stability." ”

Obviously, the news of Berion's deprivation of his title had already arrived, and this messenger also knew very well that the current Duke of Anson and the previous Berion would not have a good relationship, so he simply put all the responsibility on his head, showing a pitiful posture, as if they were forced to do this because they were forced to do it.

After saying that, he lowered his head and smiled very humbly, "We can also understand your plight, Your Excellency the Chief Flag Bearer—we have prepared a very generous gift for you, and we hope to make you feel the sincerity of the entire tribe." ”

"Oh...... Can I pick it myself?" Edward chuckled teasingly and asked, "I just thought of a lot of things I wanted, but ......"

"Just ask, whatever you want. Seeing Edward's greedy face, a sneer flashed under the corner of the messenger's eyes, but he still lowered his head flatteringly: "We will all be ready for you!"

"Very good, tell your tribal leaders and all the elders, prepare four thousand strong men to send to the fortress before dawn tomorrow, and each tribe will send at least twenty noble women and children as hostages!" Edward said unceremoniously, "The entire Red Horse Clan needs to come up with enough food and corresponding livestock for my army to spend three months, and send no less than two thousand cavalry and infantry to serve as auxiliary troops. You must disown the rebellious tribes and declare war on them to show your 'unwavering loyalty'!" )