On the fire-lit city walls, soldiers kept poking their heads out of the ladders outside the walls. Some soldiers were stabbed in the body with spears or swords, or arrows pierced through the chest before they could reach the walls. But most of the soldiers jumped down from the walls, brandishing their sharp weapons and pounced on the enemy on the opposite side.

In the face of a surging tide of wolves, the recruits on the city walls suddenly became a swarm of rats scurrying around, and the veterans of the garrison fought bravely on the top of the city under the leadership of Sir Maureen. Paul and Jason, along with other knights, escorted Brant and fought with the soldiers who climbed the walls.

Sir Witton looked at the chaotic soldiers around him, his muscles tensing like bowstrings and shouting, "Everyone, this battle is inevitable, even though the outcome is unpredictable. Noble soldiers, act with courage! Then victory is in our hands!"

"Hold on to your shield!

"Pick up your swords!

Although the momentum of the soldiers was not as high as Sir Witton expected, the courage of the soldiers was also inspired by his words.

On the battlefield of life and death, the number of soldiers on both sides and the level of weapons and equipment may be able to determine the outcome of the war. But only courage is truly indispensable.

Under the command of Sir Shield, the recruits raised their shields and stabbed at the enemies at the head of the city with spears in their hands. The archers, most of whom had been hunters before, were not too difficult to shoot arrows from hiding in the towers and shooting arrows under the walls. The only difference is that they used to hunt with longbows, but now they shoot humans.

Brant kept using his mana to cast spells. Smash one large fireball after another into the enemies under the opposite wall. Flames burned and extinguished on the ground. And one by one, the figures were burned into charred and smoking corpses by the raging flames. Mystical magic can deal more damage than enemies under the walls. At the same time, it can also have the effect of intimidating the enemy.

The griffin knights continued to shoot arrows above the walls, and more soldiers from below the walls continued to climb the walls.

Under the city gate, the soldiers hoisted a stout ram on the hull of the ship, while the stout men carried the hull, and the other soldiers swung their heavy rams and slammed them into the gate in front of them. Stones kept falling on the top of the city, and arrows were shooting at them.

On the other side of the thick city gate, Dai Feng roared loudly, "Resist, resist." The soldiers brought thick wood after thick wood and held it firmly against the city gates. But it still couldn't stop the trembling sound of the city gates.

As dozens of griffons swooped down over the walls, Knight Richie led his men to leap off the griffon's back. Suddenly, dozens of knights wearing steel helmets and armor appeared on the city wall.

Richie led his men on the ramparts, but dozens of knights, including Sir Witton and Paul, blocked their way. Richie didn't hesitate as he lunged at Sir Witton, who was covered in blood and scratches across from him. The hulking Witton stepped back and met Richie with a two-handed slash.

If Richie hadn't been able to block it with his shield in time, the blow would have pierced the breastplate and broken half of his ribs. The impact sent Richie back a step. Arm tremors. Sir Witton was much more powerful than his brother. His speed was also unexpected. The two kept swinging their swords, striking sword after sword.

Paul and the other knights held their swords. At the same time, they rushed to the enemy on the opposite side, who outnumbered them by several times. On the battlefield, the valiant knights of the Knights of Glory are never afraid of the roar of their enemies, let alone the number of enemies. And the belief that underpins them for their bravery and fearlessness is the honor of the knights.

Richie slashed his brother into the right side of his face, and Witton shrank his head back. He slashed down at his brother's calf, but Witton dodged the blade with a slight jump. Immediately, Richmond's heavy sword slashed into Richie's shoulder, strong enough to make the shoulder armor make a crisp sound, and the arm below was suddenly numb, Richie quickly retreated, and Witton pressed forward step by step.

"Rich," Witton advised, "it's too late to stop. ”

"Impossible," Richie replied in a firm tone, "Now that the battle has begun, there must be a winner." ”

"Roger is not worthy of your allegiance at all," Witton roared, "he's just a relative, should you be a homicide?"

Ritchie retorted sharply, "The showdown on the battlefield has nothing to do with morality, only the honor that the winner will receive, and the shame that the loser will suffer." ”

"Take a weapon and slash at your own brother, is this your honor?" replied Witton in a tone that could not be refuted.

Rich hesitated for a moment, and shouted in a tearful voice, "There are no fathers and sons and brothers on the battlefield, only enemies are opposed on the battlefield." Before he could finish speaking, he raised his sword and slashed at him.

In the face of fierce and ferocious attacks, Witton was always able to deftly dodge and move, and Richie's longsword always brushed against Witton's shoulders and arms. It didn't take long for Richie to find himself backing away again, struggling to cope with Witton's attacks, and struggling to hold on for most of the time. His shield was smashed to shreds, so he threw it away. Sweat ran down his cheeks, stinging his eyes under the helmet. He suddenly realized that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to win against his brother.

Richie slammed his arms and threw himself at Witton, and they collided with each other, tangled legs and feet, and crashed to the ground. The steel clashed, and both men lost their swords as they rolled away, and a fight broke out on the hard ground. Witton pushed his knee between Richie's legs, and Richie returned with an ironclad punch. Eventually, Witton flipped over, slammed his brother's head into the ground, and then broke his brother's helmet. He exclaimed, "Sue me, where is your honor?"

Richie struggled desperately, his brain buzzing and his mouth full of blood, "That's my honor." ”

"Look around, you can see clearly," Witton pressed his brother down to his feet, "those corpses lying on the ground, they were originally simple and loyal peasants, because Roger coveted the title of Rock Harbor, how many fathers, sons, and brothers were going to fight to the death on this wall.

At that moment, a griffon overhead lunged at them with its claws outstretched, and Sir Witton hastily sideways to avoid it. Richie took the opportunity to get up, reaching out and grabbing the griffon's thick forelimbs, which flapped its wings and flew him high into the air.

A huge fireball burned the hull of the ship under the city gate, and even the soldiers hiding under the hull were wrapped in flames, and the hands and feet of the burning men kept rolling on the ground, and the mournful wails continued to sound. The ram and the oarboat were engulfed in ferocious flames, and wisps of black smoke rose continuously.

On the deck of the battleship Invincible.

"My lord, if we continue like this, the soldiers will suffer heavy losses," Captain Mark said with a little restraint, "It is better to wait for Blackbeard's pirate regiment to come and attack the city." ”

Roger looked at the opposite wall with a gloomy face, and after a moment of silence, nodded slowly. He knew that the walls on the opposite side were tall and strong, and the gates were strong, but he still thought that he might be able to take the rocky harbor by taking advantage of the night raid.

Seeing this, Captain Mark hurriedly ordered, "Pass the order down, beat the drum and collect the troops." ”

"Yes. The herald took the order.

The drums of "Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang..." rang out, and the enemy soldiers outside the city walls began to retreat, and the soldiers on the city walls had no way out. (To be continued......)