Night fell, but the entire fortress of the Twin Towers was full of cheers - soldiers covered in mud, lund pirates roaring loudly, and mercenaries with silver blood hugging each other frantically laughing and shouting loudly, waving their weapons and retreating the barbarian army outside the city walls, using all kinds of provocative gestures, and the city walls lit by torches were full of jubilation.

"Win, we win!" Allen, with an excited face, jumped directly from the tower and threw himself into Edward's arms with a blushing face: "We defeated them, Edward!"

The blonde girl's face was flushed with excitement, but there was a faint panic in her eyes - even in a short day, Alan had seen the scene that made him desperate countless times, and saw Edward covered in blood lying in the pile of bones, staring at him with blank eyes.

Thank you Radiant Cross, thank you for not letting this bastard go to you so soon, thank you for making me still ...... Still being by his side—there was a cheer of joy everywhere, but Alan felt the urge to cry, hugging the black-haired knight tightly, snuggling into his arms and biting his lip to prevent himself from crying out at such a happy time.

Just as Eren hadn't really left the top of the tower even after countless worries—she knew that even if she did, she would only make trouble for him. His father, Otto Kwyn, grew up with strict and almost harsh treatment, and Allen learned "obedience" and adherence to his duties.

"Did we win?" said Edward, with only a helpless wry smile on his face, looking at the warriors around him who were also cheering, if he really didn't want to spoil such a good atmosphere. But that's often the harsh reality. That bloody reality. It's unbearable.

The soldiers who were still cheering just now gradually quieted down, raised their heads in silence, and looked at the chief flag officer who was standing there without any joy, and even Robin, the little man who was still showing off his might and showing off his achievements over and over again, had already shut up and stood behind Shirrell silently.

"Did we win, did we really defeat the Red Horse Clan and that bastard named Gracchus?" Edward seemed to say to himself, as if he were asking everyone a question, "I don't see the enemy outside the city fleeing. All I saw was a monstrous beast licking its wounds, staring even more ferociously at the castle, which was becoming weaker and weaker. ”

"They still have an army of 40,000, thousands of barbarian warriors are still loyal to Gracchus, he still has four trolls, two of which are still unscathed, and their supplies have survived for half a month, and they are still quite sufficient!" Edward smiled calmly: "Just what I saw today, two more centurians were killed, the Lund guard suffered nearly a hundred casualties, and the same was true of silver blood, who do you think would call this a victory?"

There was silence among the crowd on the city walls, and the soldiers who had just been cheering bowed their heads one by one - the reality was always hopeless. Especially with such a huge gap.

"But beneath our feet is a castle that has not been breached for three hundred years. This is the glorious place of the entire city of Hantu, where our ancestors repelled hundreds of thousands of armies again and again - this is the resting place of heroes, and the heroic spirits of the people of Turin protect this ancient fortress. Edward cried out in a deep voice, "If we can hold it once, we will hold it a second time, and a third time - until their heads are bleeding and they dare not attack again!"

"It's not just about defeating the enemy, this is where the bones of the Red Horse Clan are buried - we're going to bury them, we're going to bury that Gracchus here!" the black-haired knight suddenly bowed his head slightly to everyone with a somewhat sad expression, as if he was saluting: "God bless Turin!"

"God Bless Turin - !!!"

............ "You must not relax your defenses, Gracchus will definitely launch a night attack, and I am afraid that the scale will be unprecedented 'grand' very!" Before he could get off the wall, Edward said to Repinus and Iskar behind him: "If I guess correctly, this may be his real means - this guy is best at taking advantage of the situation, and any time in his hands, it will become the best time to attack, so he is extremely dangerous!"

"I'm afraid he still thinks we're celebrating the victory, drinking ale and eating barbecue!" Robin, the little man who came over, couldn't help but interject and laughed, and then twitched the corners of his mouth with a little embarrassment, "Uh...... Although I do wish I did. ”

"It's impossible to drink tonight, but it's okay to have a barbecue - this battle will probably last all night, and if you don't eat something, you won't be able to hold on!" Edward nodded and replied, "In any case, we must hold on tonight, the enemy will attack at any time, which is very disadvantageous for us." But if all goes well, it might be our advantage. ”

Everyone stopped talking, waiting for Edward's order. The chief flag bearer, who had sunk into the water, looked at the city wall and the darkening night: "We must divide our troops. ”

"Division?"

"Lebinus, you're in charge of holding the walls tonight - everyone is at your command, and it's up to you to arrange the shifts and rests. Edward seemed to have made up his mind: "All the cavalry come with me, and wait in ambush in the wilderness outside the castle - if the opportunity is right, we may be able to annihilate the enemy at once!"

"If you're not so lucky, you can completely thwart their night attack this time - seeing your own barracks on fire, even the most brave warriors are afraid they will lose the will to fight, right?" Edward couldn't help but smile and said: "Liberus wait for my signal, as long as you see the fire, all the soldiers in the fortress of the Twin Towers must be ready to defend the city wall for me!"

"Yes!" the Chief Centurion nodded sharply, "The Battle Banner of the Blood Cross will never disappear from the top of the towers of the Twin Towers, and the Radiant Cross can bear witness to my oath." ”

Edward didn't say anything, just turned away - the greatest trust in his subordinates was that they didn't have to ask too much, they didn't have to say anything, just trust that they could do everything well, and that was enough.

Having arranged everything, Edward turned and walked to the stables - as a knight, taking care of his horse before battle seemed to be a "must-have" for everyone, although Edward rode far less often than he stepped on the ground.

"Looks like it's going to be a tough battle again, Lord Edward Wetwood?" said Marco Tasker, leaning against the wooden fence, teasingly, "Are you confident?"

"No - in fact, it seems like the odds of losing are better so far. Edward laughed to himself, "But if I lose, dear Marco, we'll all have to move our heads—or worse than this." ”

"Then give yourself a little bit of a chance to win. Marco pointed to the little maid who was already sitting in the saddle, "Our dear Miss Angela will lead you to victory." ”

Edward turned his gaze, and Angela, who was still calm, had a faint expression of joy on her face at this moment: "Angela will become a very useful tool for Edward?"

"I have no doubt that there is absolutely no more powerful tool in the world than Angela!" Edward smiled and patted the little maid on the head, then turned his gaze to the silver-haired wizard, "Then you are the only wizard in the castle, do what you can, Wizard Tasker." ”

"When you say this, it's like you're calling for a brick movers. The corners of Marco Tasker's mouth twitched, but he still touched his chest and saluted: "I wish you a smooth journey and invincible - the glory of the Radiant Cross will always be with you!"

"It's kind of strange to hear a wizard say that the Radiant Cross. Edward rolled over his horse. Smile proudly: "But maybe you're right this time!" (To be continued.) )