The desolate sound of the horn echoed melodiously on the tower of the Wall of Starlight, accompanied by several purple sail mercenaries who picked up torches and lit the purple nine-pointed star banner symbolizing Bright Star City, and planted the flaming goshawk banner on the top of the tower, and an incomparably loud shout erupted from the wall of starlight in the midst of shouting and killing.

The militiamen of Bright Star City, who were still struggling to fight, immediately lost their will to fight when they saw the banner of the city-state burned to pieces, and the defeated defenders were only still stubbornly resisting the attack of the Zifan mercenary group, and the mercenaries under the city wall continued to climb the city wall and launched a final attack on the demoralized enemy, and then one after another were torn to pieces on the city wall, and the mercenaries who stepped in the pool of blood burst with incomparable enthusiasm in their eyes, as if the flag was calling them.

There is nothing more important to an army than the flag - it is not only a wool pole to command them, but also the support of their spirit, and when the flag is raised, it is when they muster up the courage to fight!

The retreating militia of Bright Star City completely lost all support, forming a shield wall on the compact steps, extremely strong to resist the attack of the Zifan mercenary group, but they were greeted by arrows shot from the tower, with a crackling fire falling straight on their bodies like a torrential rain, and the incessant screams and exclamations, mixed with the cries of begging for mercy in a pool of blood, were quickly squeezed off the city wall.

The remaining enemies gathered together, hiding in the corner of the wall or on the arrow tower of the city wall somewhere to fight separately, completely desperate, they no longer expected to be able to block the attack of the Zifan mercenary group, but they were stubbornly facing their own death, roaring loudly and raising the last weapon in their hands to pounce on the enemy who rushed up, and then died with them!

The militia, with a near-death will, finally dragged the battle on the walls back into a stalemate, but did not wait for any reinforcements - after seeing the flaming goshawk banner raised from the top of the tower, it seemed that even the defenders themselves abandoned the wall. Instead of organizing defenses elsewhere.

Standing at the top of the tower, Edward looked at the final battle not far away with a relaxed smile, and several Bright Star City militiamen who were still desperately fighting with the Zifan mercenaries, who seemed to be a group of half-grown children, raised their scimitars with great difficulty and slashed at the shield in the mercenaries' hands.

"It seems that your soldiers are braver than you, Mr. Commander. "There's a hint of sarcasm. Edward glanced at the corpse of the old mercenary who fell beside him, and there was still a little contempt in his eyes: "I know that we won't take any prisoners, but you surrendered, should I praise you for your strong will to survive?"

Of course, the old mercenary who was already dead could not answer his words, and lay there with his head tilted on his face, blood still bleeding from the place where a dagger was stuck in his chest - just as the old mercenary who had "fought with them" knelt down and surrendered, the smiling Edward gave him a deep chill.

Maybe it would have been easier to take the walls with this guy around, but Edward didn't need to. The army behind him was extremely familiar with the defenses and terrain of the entire Bright Star City, and it was possible to betray at any time. Or the "surrender" that leads itself astray is not even of the slightest use value.

Naturally, Edward wouldn't give him a chance to betray or sabotage again.

Slowly retracted his gaze, the Zifan mercenaries on the city wall in the distance had also ended the battle, one after another flags were raised on the city wall, the city wall was full of excited shouts of soldiers, hundreds of spears were surging on the city wall like a wave of cheers, and the entire wall of stars was finally completely occupied by the Zifan mercenary group!

"Congratulations, Lord Edward Witwood. "In the sound of a calm and composed step. Landzel Ottovic, who was also breezy and breezy took the stairs, and the scimitar in his hand danced with a dazzling silver light. Then he withdrew the scabbard: "The Wall of Starlight, as well as the West Gate of Bright Star City, are all yours." ”

"But this is not enough, Bright Star City has not surrendered yet, and this battle has only just begun. Edward glanced at him: "Prepare your mercenaries for battle, open the gates for the army to enter the city, and we will attack from the west." ”

"Naturally, this doesn't need to be commanded. But do you have a plan for what exactly to attack?" asked Landzer rhetorically, beckoning to the herald behind him as he spoke, and the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment's loyalist, who had been extremely loyal to him throughout, immediately nodded and left with a few officers.

"Our offensive goal. Will it take this ancient city-state, or will it ...... What else?" Landzel, with a leisurely gaze, asked, "After all, the fall of Bright Star City is a foregone conclusion, but you are not. ”

"Do you want me to betray Master Leonardo Gombray, or do you want to make a profit?" Edward glanced at him with a cold "smile", "Now that the entire Turin Expeditionary Force is fighting to capture the city-state, is there any other goal besides this?"

"I'm not asking you to betray anyone, I'm fulfilling my promise. Landzel shook his head: "I promised you that there is no better time to hand over all the wealth of the Otovik family to you!"

"Cosimo Otovik, as I said, the heir of the Otovík family is a true fool, not only incompetent but often deceived by the reality before him. If I'm not mistaken, after the meteor shower in the harbor that day, now the patriarch of the House of Otovik is dead, and it is this incompetent and rather brainless fool who is in charge!"

"This guy must have placed most of his forces in the Lord's Palace - not only the highest place in the entire city, but also the core and most elite area, almost equivalent to your Markerus Hills, he must have used most of his forces to defend there. ”

Landzel, who was clear about this "brother", said sarcastically, and the contempt in his words was simply nakedly exposed: "It is true that the area around the Lord's Palace is the residence of the powerful people of the entire Bright Star City, and the terrain there is also very high and easy to defend, but if it is encircled, it is equivalent to entering a desperate situation, how can there be a chance to turn defeat into victory?!"

Edward smiled playfully - obviously Landzer desperately didn't want to kowtow in such a place where he would definitely sacrifice heavily, and the mercenary's nature made him subconsciously want to preserve his strength and avoid this kind of battle, and instead of stubbornly insisting on his "honor" and "faith".

Provided, of course, that he really has something like that.

As for Edward, the honor he had received from this expedition was at its peak - perhaps His Majesty Horace would be pleased to hear that he had become the first to breach the Palazzo della Signoria, but the Minests would not.

In the face of the Marquis Holard Minest, no amount of caution should be overly cautious. And Landzel is obviously also "tactfully" trying to dispel Edward's idea of attacking the Lord's Palace, and how to choose is already clear.

At the same time, the Purple Sail mercenaries on the city wall had also lowered the drawbridge at the West City Gate, and the mighty Purple Sail mercenary group lined up in a neat array along the street into Bright Star City, which had already entered or left countless times during the Dominica Civil War.

But this time, the purpose of their crossing of this ancient city gate has changed drastically from the original, and their greedy eyes keep looking at the streets, shops, and houses in the distance...... Waiting for the order from the knight of Turin named Edward, the mercenaries, whose eyes were getting redder, gasped for breath anxiously.

Finally, the trumpets of Turin and the war drums of the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment sounded once again on the city wall not far away. The herald, who couldn't wait, drew his scimitar with great excitement: "Follow me, kill them all, and then rob them all!" (To be continued......)