On August 26, the city of Xilin fell.

In the following week, Snowton's Western Route Army marched so high that it even recorded three cities in a single day.

In this process, Allegri and his "Vulcan Fury" played an extremely important role. Without the support of the Divine Array, those relatively strong city walls looked so fragile in front of the "Bomb" Array.

Concentrate their forces on a feint and draw the enemy's defensive line, and the battle group of the "Vulcan Fury" took the opportunity to approach the city wall and set up a formation. For example, those cities with only one outer wall, once they are blown out, they basically announce the fall of the city.

Ebert, the commander of the Western Route Army, even developed a novel set of tactics specifically for this purpose. He mobilized a group of infantry elites from the major legions and named it the "Horse Infantry Battalion". The soldiers of this battalion were each given horses so that they could reach the city walls from a safe distance in the shortest possible time. Upon arriving, they abandoned their horses and stormed the city along the gap, thus sealing their victory.

"The city is broken. The familiar process was played out again, and when the soldiers of the "Horse Infantry Battalion" successfully opened up a path, Ebert smiled firmly.

In order to cooperate with Allegri, he set up the command platform next to the phalanx of the mercenary group. Now the tactical core of the Western Route Army is undoubtedly the dozens of soldiers of the "Vulcan Fury", as well as the three major vehicles of the magic array.

Although he was cared for in every way, he had no eyes for knives and guns, and there were only fifty-seven of the original seventy-two people. Fortunately, as the front advanced southward, the size of the city became smaller and smaller, and it was rare for them to be dispatched at the same time. Like those small cities with tens of thousands of people, the height of the outer wall is less than ten meters, and five or six battle groups are enough to blow up a gap for the follow-up troops to drive straight in.

"The enemy seems to have taken precautions. As soon as someone approached the walls, they threw stones and arrows as hard as they could. Seeing that the soldiers under his command were damaged again, Allegri couldn't help frowning slightly. A large part of the success of Xilinshire was due to the surprise of the defenders, who did not take this small force to heart. But the Ian people are not fools, and the same method is repeated many times. They were finally starting to wake up. As soon as the wind blows, the defenders attack with all their might, in case small forces approach the walls.

Under this frantic offensive, the warriors of Ren "Vulcan's Fury" were protected by shield soldiers, and the casualty count also increased rapidly. In the small city in front of him, he sent seven teams with a total of fourteen people, and four of them fell on the battlefield forever.

"That's really a problem," in a sense. Albert cherished these warriors more than Allegri, he thought for a while, and said, "The next time I attack the city, I am going to send multiple troops, disguised as the warriors of the 'Vulcan's Fury', to confuse the enemy's sight, what do you think, master?"

He admired Allegri's prowess in magic. Hence the call "Master" rather than "Count".

"Then there's General Law. Allegri nodded politely. The other party is an important figure in the military, and it is always beneficial and harmless to have a good relationship with him.

******

The sunset is slanting.

The city fell, the people huddled in their homes, and the Snowdon army roamed through the streets and alleys to purge the remnants. Take over the defense.

Allegri rode up to the hillock outside the city, letting out a sigh of sullen breath in his chest.

As his personal bodyguard, Dargnan chased after him on horseback and stopped a short distance behind his flank. The two horses looked down and nibbled on the grass on the hillside, occasionally shaking their heads. Snort.

Allegri didn't speak, he wanted to be still.

It wasn't easy to get into this world, and after a few years of struggle, he chose Snowton as his object of attachment. It is not only a helpless move, but also a decision made after careful consideration.

Under the nest, there are no eggs, if you have to choose, it is better to choose the side that is most likely to win the final victory. Then gain a foothold within this power, so that you are qualified to share in the fruits of victory.

Because of the Finnie incident, he formed a friendship with Chief Copperov, and strengthened his friendship with the old general Kudran, so that he did not have to rely on the attitude of King Nacini for everything. And with the application of the "bomb" array in the southern expedition, his position has become more irreplaceable. If he can gain the favor of a military dignitary like Albert, and at the same time strengthen his contacts with moderate aristocrats such as Walleden, a simple network of relationships can begin to take shape.

When that happens, Allegri will be able to breathe a sigh of relief for a while. At least one or two enemies can no longer shake his power lightly.

Only then could the Herseus Valley gradually integrate into Snowton and become part of this vast empire. Those who are tireless seekers of knowledge can explore the mysteries of magic with peace of mind. Those who have nowhere else to go can find a living and settle down again.

"Teacher, will you go back?" said Dargnon as twilight rose.

"Wait a minute. Allegri shook his head slightly, there was one more question, he didn't figure it out.

What's next? What's next? All his plans end here. But what about the future? Be a country earl with peace of mind, or continue to study magic? Will you devote yourself to the deceitful sea of eunuchs, or will you be a military general?

Which path to choose, exactly?

Complicated thoughts, like a mess, entangled. There are pros and cons to every path, and every choice must be abandoned. Allegri's brows furrowed, and he was silent for a long time.

He stared at the last rays of sunset in the west, trying to find some guidance, but the glow faded.

******

At the same time, above the clouds.

A tall and thin old man in a cloak was looking down, and the lamp in his hand illuminated a dim space.

One side is independent of this realm, a space that others can't see.

The evil god "Death Knell" follows death, but the harvest of Xilin County makes him quite dissatisfied.

Unlike Frodo County, the Divine Array on the Xilin City Wall was suddenly destroyed. The White Tower was unable to launch the "Scarlet Faith", and Snowdon's army quickly took control of the city, and the vast majority of civilians were spared, except for the inherent casualties of the war.

"Not even a fraction of ......," the old man muttered to himself, as if complaining. He looked down at Allegri at his feet, the initiator of this qiē, and thought to himself, "This guy dares to harm me, how should I punish him?"

After a moment, "Deathbell" smiled sadly and walked away.

Allegri was one of the protagonists in the scenes he had arranged a long time ago, and now it seemed that he should be given a little more opportunity to show himself.

… (To be continued......)

PS: (The first update, the second later.) ）