"Gesas, they're done. Standing on the ship, Landzel Ottovic, the leader of the "Purple Sails" mercenary group, was also watching the dazzling fire in the night, although it was not clear what was happening, but the defeated soldiers must have been ambushed by the Turinees, and it was likely that they had been completely wiped out.

But it doesn't matter - he didn't plan to rely on this group of guys who lost all their honor to take Fort Horn, dozens of robber mercenaries who were bought, and for the "Purple Sail" mercenary group, it can't even talk about losses, and in terms of value, it is not as good as the skewing battleship that was sunk by them, and it can be regarded as a consumable for a tentative attack, at least to avoid the loss of the main army, which can be regarded as somewhat useful.

"There's no need to send any more men to attack from that coast mouth, but I'm not going to spare this bunch of Turin scum tonight - even if it's waste, it's the Dominicans, our people, and there's a price to pay for killing them. Landzel glanced at the herald next to him, "I want you to lead the troops and launch an attack on Fort Clarion to test their defenses, and see how many scum are hiding in that castle." ”

"It seems that the battleship of that day was not seen, which means that the enemy probably already knows that we have turned back, and it is only a matter of time before the war starts, and we can't be dragged down by them at Fort Horn, we must take it as soon as possible!"

"I won't let you down. The excited herald nodded: "Surely you will catch the leader of the Turineites in the Horn Castle and hang his head on our mast!"

"I'll make the poor fellow's family coat of arms into a ring and give it to you as a gift of commendation. Landzer smiled cruelly: "The premise is that you can really come back alive, and then still take his head with you." ”

The herald looked ecstatic, jumped directly from the deck, and the snow-bright Dominic scimitar was raised above his head, looking at the fellows around him with the same fanatical expression: "Those Turin dogs are already impatient, let's go and slaughter them!"

"Kill the Turin Dogs——!!!!"

.................. The melodious sound of trumpets spread to all corners of the castle, and the archers with longbows and heavy crossbows stood behind the battlements of the city wall in the loud voice of the centurion, preparing their arrows in an orderly manner, and several elderly sergeants seemed to crouch in the corners of the wall very leisurely, holding whetstones and gently polishing their swords.

Boxes of stone cannons and crossbow arrows were carried up the city walls, brand-new ballistas and trebuchets were erected on the city walls and arrow towers, and in order to ensure the view, torches and braziers were lit almost everywhere in the castle, and the golden red light illuminated all the places in the castle, if it were not for the moon in the sky, the soldiers would have thought it was daytime.

But there was no need for such vigilance, and the Dominican soldiers barely concealed their whereabouts, and had no intention of taking advantage of the chaos to sneak attack, showing off their strength and numbers nakedly—in the distance you could see a bright fire that almost filled the entire beach, and the shouts of the noise could be heard clearly even in the castle.

Looking at the enemy who was slowly approaching, the extremely conspicuous firelight in the dark night, many soldiers even had red eyes with excitement, and their trembling hands could not be stopped, so they could only hold on to the hilt of their swords tightly, and insert arrows into the quiver again and again, so that they could calm their beating hearts.

"The archers are on standby, Admiral Edward. Blake Hubble shouted as he walked down the stairs to the top of the castle's tower, only to find the purple-haired woman standing silently at Edward's side. Some of the Sacred Tree Knights with unkind faces snorted coldly and stepped forward: "Please give the order!"

"Sir Blake Hubble, I have a very important task for you. Edward looked at the soldiers who were all nervous and gasping, and said to the Sacred Tree Knight behind him, "I need to command the soldiers on the city wall - you are the most experienced knight among us, so I will leave it to you." ”

"As for Miss Shirrell Lytlane. With a slight smile, Edward said to Shrell, who had been standing next to him, "Hold on to the gatehouse - they will definitely try to attack the city, and anyone who dares to climb up, don't let them go back alive!"

"They'll test our defenses tonight - but if any holes are discovered, they won't pass up their chances, so we'll have to fight with all our might!" Edward picked up his shield, "There's a gate on the east side of Fort-Horn - they probably know that, and I'll take the Crow mercenaries to defend there." ”

"Are you crazy? This should be my mission - you are their commander, if you die in battle, who will guard this castle?" Shairel glanced at Edward in surprise and then shouted, his voice a little angry, his dark purple eyebrows furrowed, "Or do you look down on me just because I'm a woman?"

"No, I used to look down on you, but you've proven yourself, Miss Shirrell. Edward shook his head, "In a way, I respect you - someone who sticks to a certain bottom line always deserves respect, especially after that person can prove his abilities." ”

"But even then, please don't do that!" Blake Hubble, though he was disgusted with the woman Shirrell, now had to side with her: "Although it is a great honor for a knight to die in battle, we can only defend this castle if you are alive, and as long as you are alive, the soldiers will not lose the morale to fight." ”

"Those Crow mercenaries can't be trusted—I hope you won't be surprised to say that, but they wouldn't have fought without me. Edward shook his head: "It is the most appropriate choice for me to lead them, even if it is to keep themselves alive, this group of robbers will fight to the death." ”

Of course, there is another reason, this group of mercenaries has always been an uncertain factor in the Hornfort - since there is such a battle that is bound to cause huge casualties, it is naturally the best choice for them to come.

Not to mention...... How could I have died in such a place?, with an almost arrogant confidence, Edward, fully armed, stood in front of the side gate of Fort Clarrum, outside the city walls the sound of Dominica's trumpets and footsteps, one by one as loud as the waves of the sea, the flaming goshawk banner on the wall had been raised, and almost everyone was holding their breath.

The Crow mercenaries assembled in front of the city gate had expressions that were either bloodthirsty or nervous. Edward, chuckling, tapped his shield with his sword, his black eyes meeting each other's eyes.

"Even now, I'm sure there are quite a few of you who don't like me very much, but that's okay - because soon we're going to rush out, and maybe we'll be dead, so no one needs to hate anyone. ”

"Many of you will die here tonight, and maybe I will die here, but I'm sure all of you don't want to die so much. Edward raised the corners of his mouth and shouted, "I assure you that whoever survives tonight and can follow me out of Fort Clarion will have his past written off and will have the best feats of this expedition like all the warriors who survived!"

"But if we're destined to die here tonight, I hope you all don't have any more regrets - kill all those Dominics, drag a few of them to hell before you die, and at least you can brag about seeing other lonely ghosts!" Edward raised his steel sword in his hand and shouted to the soldiers at the city gate, "Open the city gate!"

The heavy studed door was opened, Edward waved his hand, and little Goodwin handed him the black tree flag on a white background, and then stood silently and watched—he knew that the knight he served did not need the protection of others.

"Now, you dying. Edward raised the banner in his hand: "Shout it all out to me, God bless Turin——!"

"God bless Turin ——!!!!"