"Why do we have to guard this harbor for that Lord Witwood—it's done, isn't it?" Sorting through the bows and arrows he had collected, the little Robin grumbled, "We promised him to go to Turin, and we did, and we promised to help him take King's Port, and we did it—I thought that was enough." ”

"That only shows that you are a fool - no war will end like you say. Standing in front of the ruins of the watchtower, Shirrell said lightly without looking back, looking into the distance: "Haven't you fought for anything?"

"No, why?" asked Robin angrily, "My task is to make enough money, to make more money, and then to marry you home in style—just wait, and one day I will ride on a white horse in a robe, like those rich men, and greet you in a four-wheeled carriage with two horses, and make you dress like a real noble lady in a beautiful dress!"

"So 'rich noble lord', are you willing to fight for me?" The female mercenary suddenly couldn't help but smile: "Fight for your 'noble lady'?"

"Of course!" the little man Robin raised his head solemnly, full of pride, "I still have to marry you home." ”

"I'll be looking forward to it. Calmly, the mercenary pressed her right hand on the hilt of the sword behind her back: "The enemy is coming, let the brethren prepare and entertain them well." ”

"Give them a taste of the West Coast. The corners of Robin Clover's mouth raised high, and he turned behind him and raised his right fist with all his might: "Silver Blood-!"

"Silver Blood-!!!!"

The sound of the crowd echoing through the fortress of King's Port, and the mercenaries carrying heavy shields and wielding short spears and one-handed axes and guns quickly assembled, while the sailors of the royal fleet also hid in the battlements and corridors with shields and cutlass collected from the fortress. Waiting for the moment when the enemy will attack.

Time was too short to even prepare them for everything - most of the defenses of the fortress of Port Kings were in the direction of the port, and there were not many defensive positions towards the gates. It's no wonder that if the city of Turin outside the gate had fallen, the port would have little point in defense.

Of course, there is an even more important reason - the city of Turin is no longer the city of Turin it used to be, and it has not experienced war for three hundred years. Let many of the original hair and measures be replaced by commercial streets and other flashy decorations, because those have long lost their meaning.

But now, it may become the fatal point of the fortress - the defense surface is too narrow, but there are too many loopholes that need to be defended, and there are too many places to be defended, which means that the forces will be more dispersed, and it will not be able to really concentrate and form an effective force.

The loud sound of a trumpet came from a distance, and Shrell, standing at the top of the tower's ruins, could even see the flaming goshawk banner hunting in the blackened queue. Even the soldiers in the corridors of the fortress could hear the uniform slogans clearly, and they involuntarily clenched the weapons in their hands, and half-bowed themselves behind the shields.

The stone slabs trembling under his feet, and the blackened figure was like a torrent surging from all directions, as if a small wave could completely submerge the entire King's Port fortress!

Unlike the fierce Silver Blood mercenaries, the garrison soldiers assembled outside the fortress were so silent that they could not even hear anything other than the sound of their footsteps and the rubbing of their armor. The mercenary who gritted her teeth slightly, narrowed her eyes into a line, and stared at the commander at the front of the "steel jungle". Look at those cold eyes.

That's looking into the eyes of a dead man.

"Fire!" An inexplicable anger made the mercenary pop out of the corners of her mouth.

"Fire-!!!" Robin, the little man standing nearby, immediately roared at the sailors downstairs and shouted, "Burn them, crush them, and let them all go to hell-!!!"

The sailors, who were already terrified, immediately set the heavy ballistas and trebuchets in the fortress into action - all the defensive weapons here were designed against the ships coming from the sea, which meant greater power and longer range!

Angry roars, screams and exclamations, wails and struggles...... No. Amid the sound of explosions and rumbles, the motionless "steel jungle" finally began to move forward, marching steadily through a sea of ballista and fire.

Before Shirrell could give the order, the little Robin had already jumped down from the watchtower and gathered all the crossbowmen. Layers of crossbows unleashed a rain of arrows.

Flames, bows, ballistas...... The soldiers of the garrison who formed the tortoiseshell formation advanced step by step, without being affected by the fallen brothers in front of them, and when one person fell, the queue behind them stepped forward to fill it, and they advanced coldly and resolutely towards King's Port.

The Silver Blood mercenaries standing on the walls were even a little terrified, were these really garrison legions—they were nothing like the ones they had met before!

Of course...... Shairel even felt a little bitter, these enemies in front of him were probably Berion's own soldiers brought back from the Vast Lands, the former Legionnaires - and this is the only reason why they are so tenacious and so elite!

While the mercenaries were still shocked, tens of thousands of elite garrison legions had already broken through the layers of ballistas and bows and arrows and arrived under the walls of the fortress. Shrell no longer hesitated and pulled out his great sword behind his back: "Silver blood, prepare to meet the enemy - beat them back!"

"Beat them back—!!!"

The mercenaries of Silver Blood shouted loudly, formed a shield wall on the wall, waited for the moment when the enemy rushed up, and then stabbed the spear in their hands into the enemy's body!

But at least this time, they miscalculated.

The indifferent elite of the garrison, as if the guards of Berion did not take them seriously, actually chose to launch the first round of attack on the port fortress from the direction of the gate directly opposite, as if they were going to break through from this direction!

Then, they actually broke through - the sailors in front of them screamed and wailed as if they were sheep, and the seemingly impregnable defense line did not hold out for even a quarter of an hour!

"Robin, hold the walls—!" Shirrell couldn't wait any longer, and in a few moments the enemy would rush into the center of the fortress, raising his great sword and calling the surrounding Silver Blood brothers: "Rush down with me and stop them!"

"Follow Boss Shirrell!" the hordes of West Coast warriors followed closely behind with their guns in their backhands, and before they could jump down the steps, they fired their short spears as throwing guns!

This is a very old skill - even on the West Coast - only these battle-hardened veterans can master, and when the javelin is thrown at the right time, the warrior who wields the shield is often unable to cover the cheek because of the momentary panic, or the weight of the shield.

And if he succeeds, the positive body will be exposed, and what awaits them is the fatal blow before death!

But this time they failed...... Almost at the front of one of the banner regiments that had stormed the fortress, all the soldiers fell down on one knee and rested their shields against their bodies, and the soldiers behind them stacked their shields on top of them in turn - blocking the javelins, unscathed.

"Attack-!" The heavy blade slammed into the floor under his feet, and Shrell, who was dragging his two-handed sword, rushed out first, and the mercenaries of Silver Blood did not dare to slack off at all, and waved the weapons in their hands one after another, closely following behind their regimental commander.

The heavy blade of the sword directly smashed a centurion in front of him, and the female mercenary who completely abandoned the defense behind her was like a mad beast, rolling up a whirlpool of death among the enemy - the tenacity of two meters long was a scream and a scream of death every time it was swung.

"Damn, what is she doing?!" Robin, the little man standing on the city wall, did not take his eyes off the purple-haired mercenary for a moment, and the dim arrows covered her menacing figure again and again: "Don't you want to die?!"

That's right, the current situation seems to have really been recaptured by her, but the little Robin knows better than anyone how heavy Shirel's big sword is, and she can't last long if she continues to fight like this!

It seemed that even the enemy had noticed this, and looking at Shrell, who was still frantically attacking, the commander of the garrison chose to retreat wisely - regrouping behind him, forming a shield wall to wait for the mercenaries to attack.

And at the same moment, at the same moment, the great sword in Shirell's hand was bye—and the mercenaries behind him were left behind by the female mercenaries who rushed too fast.

The illusion of weightlessness made the mercenary's body also be staggered forward by the heavy sword in her hand, as if instinctively raised her head, and saw the cold-eyed commander show a cruel smile, raised the spear in his hand, and stabbed forward fiercely!

I don't know why, just for a moment, it seemed to become incomparably long, and on the body of the commander of the garrison with a hideous expression, the female mercenary vaguely saw the figure of a certain black-haired knight, and with a relaxed smile, he stabbed out his full force, and it was also the most fatal blow.

"Hirel - !!!" (To be continued.) )