The grinding sound of tearing the air was like a scream from the depths of hell, and the boulder that fell like a meteor almost flew head-on - at that moment it was as if even time had stood still, everything became so slow, and his mind could not remember anything, it was completely blank, and Alan who stood in place in a daze almost watched the boulder fly over.

"Boom-!!!"

The huge roar kept shaking the city wall, as if the whole castle was trembling violently, and the terrifying "shooting stars" kept falling on the city wall, leaving a terrible dent on it every time, and there was a panicked scene everywhere, shaking the roar of the earth, making everyone seem to be deaf, standing in place stupidly, and even forgetting to fight the enemy.

The loud noise in her ears brought the girl back to her senses, and she found that she was held in Edward's arms and pressed to the ground. Feeling the incomparably hot temperature on his body, Allen's cheeks turned red, but he saw that the black-haired knight's face was so nervous and inexplicable, with a sense of anger.

"Ludwig, protect Ellen!" Seeing that the girl was intact, Edward stood up and grabbed the Brotherhood assassin behind him, then pulled out the bright star on his waist and slammed it at the Lund guard behind him: "Come with me, get ready to fight!"

"For Edward Witwood-!!!" the Lund pirates shouted excitedly, as if the thought of the next slaughter and blood would make them extremely excited: "Kill all the enemies - !!!"

"Wait a minute!" Seeing Edward leave, Allen's face immediately showed a little panic, and he propped up his body and was about to follow. But Ludwig was grabbed by the arm behind him: "What do you want?

"I'm sorry. Miss Allen. But it was Lord Whitwood's orders. Before the girl could refute it, the corners of Ludwig's mouth curled slightly: "Moreover, this is also your duty." ”

"My duty?"

"Yes, Lord Edward is the Chief Flag Bearer, and the only commander in chief of the entire Banner Legion - but he's at the front now, and someone needs to be in charge of the flag. Only then did Ludwig's face show a bit of solemnity: "To say the most ugly thing, if Lord Edward dies." You are the only one who will sustain them in the fight, and may the Radiant Cross bless that day never appear!"

"Is this so......" The girl was a little stunned, turned to look at the few standard-bearers and heralds who were still standing there, nodded resolutely, and pulled out the golden long sword at her waist: "Herald - all the ballistae prepare the ignition agent, aim at the position of the enemy troll, fire!"

The standard-bearers standing behind immediately raised several red swallow-tailed flags, and the ballistas at the top of all the towers immediately let out a heavy "roar" - the ignited ignition clay pots streaked across the sky almost silently, passing over the entire enemy army, scattering and exploding bright "sparks" around the trolls!

Flames burst across the earth. Countless pieces flew out of the boulders as they collided, and the trembling walls and towers seemed to wail. Then the billowing smoke was completely drowned in a black and fighting cry.

Edward's face was only amazed, the ferocity of Gracchus's methods was indeed beyond his expectations - could there be anything crazier than this when his army had already climbed the city walls, and he would attack the city with trolls?!

Did he not worry about casualties at all, or did he already know that this would be the case - indeed, Edward reduced the frequency of the rain of arrows in order to make the enemy and his legion face to face as soon as possible, and the Banner Legion, which had an absolute advantage, had no problem holding the city wall, and the enemy was extremely limited in the strength he could put in at one time because of the width and narrowness of the wall, which could also limit the use of his forces.

With tens of thousands of troops in control of such a vast battlefield, once in battle, there was no way to withdraw - and if he was really ready to retreat, Edward would have Iskar and his cavalry ready to kill at any time.

But Gracchus chose such a cruel way, rushing to the front, those elite barbarian warriors were completely his bait, in order to make himself as dense as possible on the city walls, so that his four-headed trolls could inflict more damage.

Of course, the casualties of the Red Horse Clan will be equally heavy, and it is even possible that for every Turin soldier who dies, two barbarian samurai will be buried with him. But he Gracchus can afford it, he has people to die for him, but he doesn't, he is using self-harm to offset the castle's terrain advantage!

The barbarian warriors on the city wall were still fighting selflessly, screaming and fighting fiercely, and they did not retreat half a step because of the boulder flying behind them, and the blood and killing seemed to arouse some ancient power in their hearts, and they roared madly and pounced on the battle banner army that was scattered under the bombardment of the boulders.

Make multiple choices, Edward Witwood - if you keep resisting, I'll kill half of your warriors before you burn the four-headed trolls, and if you want to retreat, my men will take the castle at the forefront!

"This war is a holy war for the Hantu people, and it is the key to whether we can wash away the shame for three hundred years - the ancient will of the entire Hantu has entrusted this heavy and noble mission to the Red Horse Clan, then we must do whatever it takes to complete it!" Gracchus's expression was extremely fanatical, but those eyes were enough to prove that he was very calm now: "Either die honorably on the battlefield or die disgracefully on the altar!"

"Long live the Akama clan - !!!" The surrounding tribal warriors and leaders frantically waved their battle axes in their hands, cheered loudly, and rushed out one after another at the call of Gracchus. Until they left, they didn't notice Gragus's almost cold gaze, always staring at their backs.

The wall was still shaking violently at his feet, and Edward, whose face was cold, raised the bright star to block the long-handled axe that slashed at his head, and the blade of the sword turned and stabbed directly into the throat of the enemy in front of him.

The bloodied sword was drawn out forcefully, and then kicked at the barbarian warrior who was already dying, and fell off the city wall with a guy behind him.

"Pass the order, everyone withdraw from the first wall, and defend the tower and all the passages!" Before he could even wipe the blood off his face, Edward yelled at Helty, the commander of the Second Banner behind him, "Let the mercenaries of Silver Blood and the Lund Guard also withdraw, and don't continue to hold on!"

"What do you say, Lord Flag Bearer?!" Herthy hardened at this time - a third of his second banner regiment had already died here: "How can you give up the city wall to the Hantu barbarians?!"

"I don't want to see the soldiers of the Legion die so aggrieved, retreat!" Edward was in no mood to explain this to him, and after speaking, he rushed forward with the Lund Guard: "I'm the chief flag officer, and it's not your turn to die!"

"Radiant Cross, kill me!" Helty, who couldn't help but scold, grabbed the herald behind him: "Blow the trumpet, the whole army retreats, guard the towers and stairs - the second flag regiment is with me, protect the chief flag officer!"

"God Bless Turin - !!!"

The sound of the trumpet, containing reluctance and humiliation, echoed over and over the city walls, and the legionnaires had to retreat little by little, watching the tide of enemies pour up the walls. Retreating while resisting the seemingly endless onslaught.

"What the hell is this for?!" Robin Clover, the leader of the Silver Blood Regiment who shouldered the northern wall, couldn't help but scold: "Who are so many brothers going to die for?!"

"If you have the effort to complain there, you might as well do what you have to do. Shirrell wielded a huge two-handed sword and cut the barbarian warrior who rushed in half: "Think about what you can do now. ”

"What can I do?" the little Robin turned his head a little distracted and looked at the ballista at the top of the tower. (To be continued.) )

PS: Well, it's a matter of emptiness...... Book friends, maybe you don't know (in fact, even the empty yourself only found out), this book has its own sticker, well, the name is called the knight's pleasant journey, and the idle and bored big guys can go there to water Oh.

Finally, thank you all for supporting the empty book friends, well, the recent update is a bit unstable, and it should be able to stabilize soon!