Beneath the hill, the Turin reinforcements, almost in a state of scuffle, shouted desperately, struggling to step over the corpses in front of them, clenching the spears and short swords in their hands and stabbing into the next enemy. A young soldier who had just raised his shield to block the enemy's scimitar, roared and stabbed the spear in his hand into the body of the Zifan mercenary opposite, and was smashed by the battle axe swung from the side, and fell to his knees screaming, falling on the corpse of the person behind him, but his right hand was still tightly holding the barrel of the spear that pierced the enemy.

Everyone became irritable and crazy at this moment, without any hesitation or so-called pity, almost every soldier caught in the enemy formation was fighting alone, and more and more soldiers fell on the muddy mountain road, paving a "bloody road" for the brothers behind!

Neither the people of Turin nor the people of Dominica will hesitate at this moment - for the sake of honor, for survival, for the reward and not to starve to death, for the sake of everything in this world, to slaughter this bastard in front of him!

"Knights of Turin, warriors of The Hague Fort, charge—!" the blonde girl cried out with all her might, the spear in her hand had already been broken in two, drew the sword at her waist and picked up a shield from the ground, still without fear of rushing towards the next enemy who lunged at her.

"Rush, protect Miss Alan Kwyn!" A young southern noble knight saw the strong Dominic man who raised his scimitar at Ellen, and immediately raised the long sword in his hand to block her without hesitation, the young knight's beautiful fiery red curls were already covered with dust, and the delicate and light silver armor on his body was already tattered, but it still couldn't stop his fiery heart.

The fiery sword shadows exchanged blows back and forth, and the young knight slashed the enemy with the armor on his shoulder, stabbed the long sword into his body, and shouted and pulled it out, not forgetting to maintain his knightly demeanor: "For the glorious cross-!"

At this time, the soldiers holding the battle flag behind had also rushed up, and Allen solved his enemy one by one, and glanced at the young knight with a slight smile: "Thank you, what is your name?"

"Are you asking my name, it's a great honor for you!" The flattered young knight himself was nervous, even Alan had already turned his head back, he was still stunned, smirking and proudly introducing himself: "I am the heir of the ancient Seth family in the south, and I am my father's third ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden arrow shot through his head from behind, and the young knight who was struggling screamed a few times, and his body fell to the ground limp, and was trampled into a puddle of mud by the Turin soldiers who rushed up from behind, and Alan did not know his name until the moment of death.

But Eren is not in the mood to think about this, the girl with clenched teeth struggles to open the way in the chaotic battlefield, leading the knights and soldiers who are still fighting desperately behind her, time is also extremely precious to her!

Forward, forward, you must rush into Fort Horn, you must save that damn bastard, that bad guy who will never die, who doesn't know how much others are worried about him, how much he is afraid of him, must not let him die here, in front of him - if there is anything Alan is afraid of now, it is that he is afraid that he will rush into the castle, and the first thing he sees at that guy is his fallen figure!

Angry screams, dying screams...... The girl's ears kept echoing with all kinds of sounds, but none of them could reverse her will—the knight's blood in her body and the stubbornness of her nature, even the overlapping enemy formations could not make the blonde girl retreat.

The Dominicans in the midst of the scuffle began to despair in front of this equally crazy group of Turineans - the successive heavy casualties almost crushed their will, and even their determination to continue fighting, especially in the face of a group of Turin knights who would come back no matter how many kills they retreated, and they could fight stubbornly even if they could watch the people around them fall, they retreated.

Although Dominica's mercenaries are known for their devotion to their duties and are loyal to their employers, they often do not have a strong will to fight - for the mercenary leader, the more soldiers he has, the higher his status, and they will try to avoid mass casualties in any battle, and for these mercenaries, they can only earn money if they are alive.

"Warriors of The Hague Harbor, line up!" Viscount Otto's steady cry suddenly came from the chaotic battlefield, and with this sound, the soldiers who had been scattered behind were regrouped, and several hundred-man teams with black shields and spear flags were lined up in a neat formation, and slowly advanced towards the front of the hill.

A bloodthirsty roar was heard from the hillside, and the Purple Sail mercenaries rushed from top to bottom as they rushed towards the advancing Turin army—the sound of death and the clashing of blades splattered with blood, like hell!

Just as both sides were preparing for the final fierce battle, the second war drums suddenly sounded on the hillside, and the Dominica soldiers who were still fighting bloody battles seemed to be overwhelmed by the Turin army, and even the most basic formation could not be maintained, and the battlefield was once again in chaos.

But soon, the Turin soldiers down the hillside realized that the Dominicans were still retreating—although they had suffered a considerable amount of casualties at first, they soon began to become orderly, and the Dominican soldiers in the front took turns resisting the offensive of the Turin army, constantly shrinking their front, but no matter how much the Turin army advanced, this line remained as immovable as a dike.

The Turin army, which was at a loss, was still advancing towards the hillside, and the entire army was inadvertently stretched in formation, and the light infantry and many later soldiers were squeezed under the mountain, while the Turin army in the vanguard still had no intention of stopping.

Viscount Otto, who sensed something, immediately ordered the herald to blow the horn, and the knights who were still desperately attacking were also stunned, looking at this knight with great achievements in disbelief, but they got a cold reply: "The whole army retreats, we are regrouping here!"

"Why, these timid Dominicians are already starting to be afraid, they are no match for us at all!" Before Alan could stand up, a young knight who noticed the anxious look on the girl's face took the initiative to take the initiative: "We should continue to attack, defeat this group of southerners and save the brethren in Fort Horn, they are still waiting for us to save them!"

"I said that, the whole army retreated and regrouped here. Viscount Otto's voice repeated slowly, his gaze swept over his immature face, "Are you deaf or inaudible, knight?"

"Clear, understand......" The knight, who was frightened into a cold sweat, nodded quickly, and did not continue to resist Viscount Otto's order. Soon, the melodious sound of trumpets spread throughout the hillside, and the Turin army on the hillside also began to regroup, shrinking their line and confronting the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment on the hillside, although there were still many knights who were extremely opposed to this order, but on the battlefield they did not have the power to blame Viscount Otto.

The anxious and worried blonde girl never took her eyes off the Horn Fortress on the top of the hill, but she soon noticed something unusual - the Dominicans on the other side were also withdrawing their troops from the castle, and had no intention of continuing the attack.

Despite fighting for a whole day and suffering heavy casualties from the Turin reinforcements, the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment still had an extremely large force. In fact, even Alan knew very well that if they really planned to take Fort-Horn, they would never be able to stop it, which is why she would be so desperate.

It didn't take long for the herald of the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment holding a white flag to come out of the military formation, and rode to the front of the Turin military formation with an unwilling but helpless horse, but was stopped by several hostile knights.

"What are you going to do?"

"By order of Lord Landzel Otovik, the leader of the Purple Sails Mercenary Regiment. The herald's voice was full of unconvincing, but he still carried out his mission without the slightest complaint: "I have come to sue for peace with the commander of this Turin army!"