"If you leave now, everyone will die here!"

As soon as the young man named Lepinus finished speaking, the sound of a rapid horn came from the watchtower not far from the fortress, and soon the alarm bells sounded everywhere in the fortress, and even the dullest people knew what was going on - an enemy invasion!

The whole square was filled with panicked soldiers, scurrying about like headless rabbits, screaming miserably, as if they had all been eaten alive and broken into pieces by the barbarians.

"Stop, you brainless trash!"

Helty, who had just had a surprised expression on his face, shouted, and then snatched the trumpet from the herald behind him, and blew it vigorously, and the sudden sound tore through everyone's ears like an arrow, making them temporarily recover, and they all looked at the head of the Helti Banner standing there in a daze.

"None of us want to die, but if that group of guys comes in again, no one wants to live!" "The gloomy Helti roared loudly, his fierce eyes sweeping over one frightened face after another: "Hold the fortress, don't let those monsters come in!"

"Boy, I apologize to you today. Herthy stretched out his hand and grabbed Repinus's collar on the ground like an iron hook, but there was no apologetic guilt on his face: "I look down on you noble young masters, but today my life is entrusted to you - follow me, we have to guard the east gate of the fortress!"

"I will. Liberus, who had been beaten and bruised and swollen, was quiet as if nothing had happened, but nodded calmly, and ran after Helthy in the direction of the city gate.

"I—I'll go see if there are any carrier pigeons that have flown back!" said Clerk Virgil stood a little confused - except for the incident. He doesn't seem to be able to help much. In a panic, he ran back to his study. Frightened and frightened, he sat at the table, staring at the last few pieces of parchment.

The sharp sound of alarm bells echoed over and over again on the tower in the center of the fortress, and the soldiers of the entire fortress in the green valley did not even have the slightest order, but they still walked up to the tower of the city wall with a pale face under the loud shouts of the officers, and the crowd gathered in the square had already dispersed, where could you still see half a figure?

"Light all the bonfires and raise the smoke. Dressed in a tattered military uniform, Repcinus stood behind Helty. Calm as if he was the supreme commander here: "Whether there are reinforcements or not, we must spread the news as soon as possible and let them know that help is needed here!"

"Let the crossbowmen all go to the towers - gather all the arrows, the javelins and the stones - the enemy will not attack our flanks, they will only storm from the front. This is our chance, and if we're lucky we can keep them out of the moat......"

One order after another, the herald standing behind was completely stupid - he didn't know what to do, should he listen to the command of a centurion?

"What are you doing there, are you all deaf?!" Seeing the appearance of those heralds, Helty's face was not very good-looking. scolded directly: "If you don't hurry up and give the order, just say it's my order!"

The startled heralds hurried out, leaving only Helty and Lebinus above the gates. After that, the fierce Second Banner Commander's face really darkened, and he glared at the young man who was still like a pillar: "How many enemies have you seen?"

"I don't know. Repinus seemed to be trying to make a serious look on his face, but his bruised eyes made his expression look ridiculous: "But definitely not - because I saw two trolls coming this way." ”

Repcinus's voice was so low that only Helthy could hear it. The fierce face immediately turned pale, and only fear and panic were left in those cruel eyes, and he swallowed hard, and tried to ask, "Then, do you think we can win?"

"That's all I can believe. Repinus shook his head: "Those barbarians did not know that there was only one crippled legion and a group of peasants left in this fortress, and when they found ......"

"We're all done......"

"So, pray for the blessing of the Radiant Cross. Liberus walked slowly to the edge of the parapet, and lay behind the battlements and looked out into the distance at the horizon hidden in the mountains and forests, as if he could see the surging barbarian army hidden there: "Let us all survive for a while." ”

At this time, the whole fortress began to move - the third, seventh, and fifth banners...... Banner after banner appeared on the towers of the city walls, and the soldiers with weeping faces were chased up to the walls by the centurion's sticks and whips, and hid behind the battlements with their weapons in their hands, not daring to raise their heads again.

The crossbowman with trembling hands who could not get on the string, the spearman who held a shield and knelt on the ground and prayed to the gods, the pale face that could not even hold the flagpole in place...... The sifting soldiers had nothing but fear in their hearts - this legion had long since been crushed, and no one would believe that they could survive today.

With the exception of the true veterans, who could have an iron sword, most legionnaires were given only a spear, and the improvised shields, not to mention the skins, were simply a few broken planks bound with wooden wedges - the resources in the fortress were so scarce that there were no extra iron ingots.

The legionnaires, who had broken planks for shields and blunt spears for weapons, and who could not even put together a single piece of leather armor, were now the only safeguard of the entire fortress - even the centurions and flag bearers who still had relatively complete armor were pale, and the expressions of fear carried on everyone's faces like nightmares.

As for those who can stand firmly in place, they have long been numb - the successive fiascos have long broken the backbone of these people, and they don't even have the courage to stand up, just the breath of life, so that they are not willing to give up like this, that's all.

Restianus, who supported his body with a spear, was patrolling the city walls, but he saw a soldier a little younger than him, hiding behind the battlements and shivering, and just as he wanted to walk over, he was forcefully pushed away by the young soldier.

"Don't touch me!" The trembling eyes were full of fear, and the crouching young soldier shouted hoarsely: "I don't want to die here, go, go!"

"No, I'm not going to fight those monsters, those barbarians! I—I've never thrown a spear, never held a shield, haven't even touched a sword, if those monsters see me, I'll die!" The young man shook his head desperately, and there was nothing left in his trembling eyes: "This is not what I should do, I was originally only in charge of the kitchen, I am not a soldier!"

"But now if you don't get up, you're dead. Recinus shook his head, the kid had gone mad, and with a sigh he pointed to the stairs next to him: "Run, go back to your kitchen!"

"Yes, hurry back to the kitchen, there will be no hot soup tonight after a little later." The young man, who had gone completely crazy, didn't even have the most basic sense, and he kept shaking his trembling body and ran to the direction of the stairs: "The potatoes haven't been cut yet, and the ham ......."

"Knock-!!!"

A black shadow flew from a distance, and the startled Lebinus hurriedly rushed to the side, and before he could fall down, the black shadow had already hit the city wall, and the roar of the shock and the crumbling stones were mixed with an extremely miserable cry.

By the time Lebinus got up from the cloud of smoke, only half of his body was left where the young soldier had stood—his legs twitching, blood mixed with the smashed corpse, all kinds of internal organs and broken flesh together. A transparent orb landed on his side, causing Repinus to turn his head and what he saw shocked him.

It was the eyes of the teenager just now.

"The Barbarians Attack-!!!" (To be continued.) )

PS: Hmm...... It's finally begun, the story of the Hantu chapter - I'm glad that there are still so many book lovers still supporting the empty space, let's go on together, because the story of this volume should be very interesting, according to the style of this book.

I'll try to recreate as much as I can of the land I've designed—savage, ancient, and full of all sorts of mysteries.

The Battle of Bright Star City is at best an appetizer for this story.