"Attack, Legion of Colony Colony, for the sake of His Highness Anson Marcherus-!!!"

Green Turn, who drew his sword, shouted hoarsely, but his eyes were extremely cold. The 1st Banner Regiment of the Guards Regiment standing behind him formed an almost square formation almost at the same time as the order was given, with shields propped up and spears raised!

The already crowded streets were in complete chaos, and the roaring "mobs" roared and brandished all sorts of weapons in their hands, following the Legion's phalanx on both sides of the Legion's death charge towards the stairs of the Markellus hills!

Standing in their way were a whole 10,000 men of the garrison who were panicked, but still occupied the vantage point - they had apparently never expected such a scene from the beginning, and without even the slightest preparation, they were almost knocked out of line by the mob rushing up the stairs on several occasions.

If those enraged thugs were just a group of thugs, when the iron boots of the Hantu City Legion sounded on the stairs, almost all the soldiers of the garrison were trembling, climbing up the stairs little by little like a moving steel jungle, and the two-meter-long blades in their hands were thrown quickly, piercing one shield after another with a scream, tearing apart the already not solid front!

No matter how hard the soldiers of the garrison resisted, and at the same time faced several times the enemy, they still had no advantage - even if they could be condescending, these lifeless thugs were almost using their own flesh and blood to pave the way for the heavily armored soldiers behind them, as if they were crazy.

They are just crazy, completely burned into madness by anger.

The little prince, who was still standing in the carriage, held a delicate white handkerchief in his right hand. The bright red blood stains on the blade of the sword were wiped clean little by little. It was casually thrown at the herald's dead corpse at his feet. The blood spurting from his neck stained Anson's shoulder armor red, and he kicked him off the carriage and stepped on the corpse and rode on his own warhorse.

The huge riot crowd, 10,000 veterans of the Hantu City Legion with neat steps...... The corners of the little prince's mouth couldn't help but show a slight smile - my dear Uncle Berion, I have come to take what belongs to me!

It's a pretty nice trick for you to kill Holard Minest and blame the Marquis for the chaos in the whole city of Turin, but alas, a fake story is always a fake. A lie is always a lie. Moreover, you are not alone in taking advantage of the hearts of the people - just let these poor people know that it is you, the dear Lord of the Seals, who have taken the keys to the treasury, and they will do whatever it takes to overthrow your rule!

A garrison of 60,000 people, a joke, a bunch of wolfdogs! When you allow these wolfdogs to plunder the city of Turin, when you take the treasury for yourself and let the nobles who are full of money in their own pockets be powerful, the 400,000 people of Turin are all my soldiers, and they are willing to die in order to kill you, even if you don't need to say it.

Tiny souls, lowly lives. When it piles up, it can overthrow the powerful king!

Greene Tern's brow furrowed into a line - unlike the little prince who had the odds of victory. In his opinion, this battle for victory has simply become the last thing he wants.

It is true that there is no need to worry about the walls of Turin, but it has become a battle for the mountains of Marcherus - but this is definitely not a good thing, but it is extremely dangerous!

The number of troops entering the city was only 10,000, but the enemy was nearly 100,000 - if it had been before, Berion would have had to divide his troops to defend all the fortresses and streets in order to defend the walls, and they only needed to break through one place to break down one by one, and by the time they reached the palace, Berion's strength was absolutely empty.

But now there is a garrison of 10,000 men on the hills of Marcherus, and at least 5,000 Knights of the Sacred Tree are stationed, which is definitely not something that can be easily captured - and at the same time, Berion can transfer troops from all over the city of Turin, and then attack from the inside out!

If you don't win, you have to die.

There were three stairs to the top of the hill of Marcherus, one of which connected to King's Harbour, and there were two other roads - Green wished he was Edward, if he were that madman, which one would he choose?!

Is it the road that is already being attacked step by step in front of us, or is it another ladder where we don't know anything about it, and maybe even ambush heavily guarded it?

The fighting continued, and although they were still retreating, the soldiers of the garrison gradually gained a foothold and concentrated enough forces to resist.

There was no end in sight to the long staircase, and the hoarse and howling mob launched round after round of frenzied charges, and then the arrows falling from the sky pierced the fragile flesh and blood, and fell to the ground in a wail, the broken bones stretched like a carpet to the higher part of the stairs, and the blood flowed from top to bottom, soaking each layer of white stone.

The garrison corps, which had the advantage of the high ground, finally mobilized the crossbowmen, and the frantic rain of arrows swept the stairs occupied by the thugs, and even the first banner regiment of the Guards at the front had to give up the intention of continuing the attack, and held up the shield in their hands steadily, forming a solid shield wall to protect the position in front of them.

Greene Turn, too, chose to dismount and stand - riding in such a place is a live target, and there is no point. A slight self-deprecating smile flashed across his face: "I'm so crazy, how could I suddenly remember that damn guy is here?"

I'm Greene Tern, not Edward Witwood, and I have my own way of fighting - and I have my own options!

"Attack, attack!" The only remaining left hand brandished a spear, and Green Turn's almost crazy shout, two shield-wielding royal knights stood guard on both sides of his front and side, blocking arrows from a distance, and the enemy who suddenly rushed out, on the blood-stained spear, it seemed that he could feel his determination to die Green Turn!

"Lord Chief Adjutantious, we should stop and wait for the support of the light infantry behind-!" The commander of the First Banner Regiment of the Guards Regiment, who was extremely nervous, pressed Green's shoulder: "The enemy's arrows are too dense, and we will suffer heavy casualties if we rush forward like this!"

"Then rush forward before everyone is dead, before the next time the enemy opens his bow and arrows, before they see us!" Glynn Turn, angrily knocking off that hand, "Or are you scared?!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" The commander of the flag regiment blushed, roared back without retreating, snatched the battle flag from the chess player behind him, drew his sword and rushed out first: "Guards Legion, rush, there is Turin-!"

"God Bless Turin - !!!"

The phalanx in front of the Hantu City Legion, which was still approaching step by step just now, seemed to be crazy, scattered the original shield wall and launched a wave charge one by one, roaring the heavy infantry to face the rain of arrows flying towards them, and a body full of arrows fell, so that more people stepped on his back and rushed up the stairs, slammed into the front line of the garrison legion, stepped on the blood that slipped under his feet, and the stairs approached upwards one step at a time, charging upwards, and even threw away the shield in his hand, and jumped down the hill with the enemy in his arms!

That's right, from the very beginning there was no second way at all, and if you want to take the hills of Markerus, if you want His Highness Anson to stand in front of the palace gates, there is only one way, either rush or die!

The soldiers of the garrison who stood at the front were finally frightened - or rather frightened when they saw the figure, the one-armed, blood-stained spear-wielding knight, it was Grimm Turn, the former commander of the garrison!

Even if many people do not remember how this commander once treated them favorably, fought for their honor and dignity, and no one will forget how he single-handedly held off half of the garrison rebels in that storm.

How the stairs were bloodstained that day!

"Stop him, stop that traitor!" The new commander standing at the top of the stairs turned pale, and looked at the Hantu City legions that rushed up little by little in a cold sweat, and howled desperately: "Shoot them, shoot that damn demon!"

But no matter how much he shouted, the soldiers around him were as bloodless as he was, and even when they saw the figure of Green Tern, they didn't even have the strength to pick up their bows and arrows. Completely controlled by fear, the commander kicked away the trembling longbowman and snatched his weapon, and a sharp wolf's tooth arrow trailed through the shields and struck Green Turn's right shoulder.

But before he could laugh triumphantly, he saw that the one-armed demon also showed a hideous smile, and was still looking at himself!

"Kill him, kill that demon, stop him for me!" The commander who threw down his bow and arrows tried to flee for his life, but found that his legs were so weak that he didn't even have the strength to stand up, and his eyes widened as he watched as Green Turnne rushed away from the two royal knights standing in front of him, running wildly up the stairs, holding the wooden pole of the spear in his backhand and throwing it at him!

A scream that tears through the air, a deadly dark shadow...... The commander saw nothing, and by the time he could react, the spear had pierced through his torso, tearing a hole in his ribs and armor, shattering his heart, leaving only a few pieces of minced flesh hanging from the spearhead, and a pool of blood on the ground. His arms shook weakly.

"Charge or die!" Greene Turn, picking up another spear from the ground: "Attack!" )