In the evening, the sky was as heavy as night.

Outside the city of Corta.

The Count stood in front of the fortress and watched as the soldiers continued to attack through the gaps in the collapsed southern wall, and victory was at hand.

Prince Shaliyah personally led the troops and successively defeated nearly ten of his own armies, which was menacing.

The main reason is not how the other party is good, but that as a leader, he is simply unable to make the nobles under his command honest and obedient, and the autonomy of the private army is extremely strong, although his status is higher than that of these nobles on weekdays, but it is far from being able to decide his life and death.

There is no benefit, there is no effort to work, and even the heir of the marquis, Tuze Ashwood, can't do anything, let alone him.

As night approached, the Count's brow furrowed even more, and he couldn't leave, otherwise this hard-won gap would be repaired by the earth magician, and all his efforts would be wasted.

Five or six thousand soldiers were defeated, and less than forty percent of the soldiers were subsequently recalled, and the real death toll should be around three thousand.

The entire eastern army of his own camp is only in his early 30,000s, and the 12,000 men attacking the territory of Corta are already one of the absolute main forces.

The 1,000 cavalry of the previous prince was obviously not worth shrinking the trap, and besides, if the other party was captured, Tumiit could not pay the ransom, and the matter would have to go to the royal capital, which was too cumbersome.

But this thousand cavalry has now become a big problem, so many private armies have not been able to consume a thousand people, and the degree of waste of the nobles of their own camp can be imagined.

Fortunately, he set up a bait, and did not notify the Viscount of the Reserve Army of the relevant news at all, as long as he took the bait and bit it after being released, the wolf fang could lead the army to defeat it.

In the sky above Corta City, a monster with the head of an eagle and a lion body landed, and the Count saw that the situation was unknown Therefore, the griffin is a special monster of the Becarit continent, and it should not appear in the Asra country of the central continent.

Before he could react, Corta's auxiliary door opened, and more than 2,000 soldiers rushed out of it, the last of the viscount's strength in the county, for which the chief knight of the Viscount of Corta even gave up the defense of the city walls.

The rightful and tragic battle began.

"Something is wrong." The Count turned to his guards and said, "Send more sentry cavalry and scatter the rest of the cavalry." ”

"Understood." The guards commanded.

A battle to the death should also take place when the walls are completely breached, and this act of sending people to death does not make much sense, and the reason why the chief knight does this is destined to rely on it.

The earl was not good, and the wolf's tooth had not returned for a long time, but the two thousand elite cavalry were still on the plain to deal with the enemy army that had been fighting for a long time, and there should be no problem.

Suddenly, the unexpected came.

Behind the military village, the sound of a group of war horses galloping wildly came, and the ground trembled slightly.

Immediately afterward, three rounds of 36 fire bombs fell from the sky, accurately hitting important facilities such as armories and grain depots, causing a large fire.

The military village suddenly fell into a panic.

The earl's eyes were torn apart, and he insulted his chief knight wolf fang back and forth in his heart, and immediately turned around and prepared to organize the defense of the troops.

But at this time, the 1,500-strong knights bypassed the fortress and ran straight towards the siege troops.

On the alchemy war horse led by Jiang Yuan, he set aside two percent of his magic power to deal with the accident, and shaped the rest into a low-level magic - a small fireball.

Multiple spells were activated, and this kind of attack power was almost impossible to kill ordinary monster wolves, and small fireballs were all over the city in an instant.

There are about three hundred pieces, and the power is pitiful, but it looks very terrifying.

The rain of fire fell into the midst of the besieging troops outside the city, and the casualties were only more than fifty people, but it dispersed the hastily formed battle formation.

The Knights rushed into the crowd like sharp knives to slaughter, and as swords and lances swung out, enemy soldiers fell.

After a large number of initial casualties, the more than 2,000 soldiers of the Corta Army seized the opportunity of the sudden decline of the enemy's offensive and immediately cut the battlefield.

The Viscount's chief knight was undoubtedly a qualified general, and after holding the city for several days, he fought back effectively with reinforcements.

After the battlefield was cut, the enemy army was not thick enough for the knights to sink into it, and the big picture was decided.

The repeated charges routed the besieging forces, and after three rounds, no enemy soldiers dared to continue standing still.

Shengding led the troops to expand the results of the battle and went straight to the enemy's military village, and the Thai half of the entire viscount was estimated to be in it, if it wasn't for the fear of the besieging troops returning to defense, the military village was the undoubted first target.

The chief knight asked his deputy to continue to lead the counterattack, and he knelt on one knee and saluted the passers, which was tantamount to saving his life.

"Viscount Corta and I hit it off at first sight, he led his troops to the north to reject Tuze, fought bravely, was not lightly wounded, and asked me to support the territory when he left, and now it seems that he has fortunately lived up to the entrustment, he said that he must take revenge on Acewood, and let me help reorganize the territory army to join him in the past." Jiang Yuan said calmly.

"I don't know how injured you are." The chief knight asked.

"Not dead yet." Jiang Yuan replied, but it should be soon.

"Your Highness, please do justice for what happened to Collar Kolta." The chief knight bowed his head and said, since the viscount's life is safe, it is not a big problem to let the other party reorganize.

That night, the Knights entered the city of Corta to adjust their state, and Jiang Yuan met Ashwood's leading earl at the castle.

The appearance of the other party is a handsome middle-aged man, who is restrained by iron locks at this time, and still requires himself to have the dignity of a nobleman when he enters the house.

"Tell me about Acewood's army deployment."

Jiang Yuan put down his knife and fork, and fought at high intensity for a whole day, his physical strength consumption was huge, and his magic power was only two percent, and in return, there were nearly four thousand gold coins more in the internal space of the griffin sword.

"Your Highness, your ideas are disgraceful in a family duel." The Earl said coldly, he didn't have a good impression of Shaliye.

"It's my first time participating." Jiang Yuan waved his hand, and the guards serving beside him went out, and it didn't take long for him to come back with a riding spear.

The black-brown viscous blood dripped down the carpet, the earl's pupils constricted, and the heads of the eight powerful nobles were connected by the body of the spear, and their faces were hideous and terrified, and the appearance of human death would always make their fellow citizens fearful.

The earl felt that his lips were heavier than ever, this unruly in front of him, if he was defeated, the end would definitely not be good, eight people died in front, whoever killed Shaliye, King Asra was at least difficult to punish openly, after all, revenge is justified.

"Brutal."

"I can roughly guess what you're thinking." Jiang Yuan leaned back in his chair boredly, "That one wants the other princes of the previous generation to be notorious, and he will only have a big appetite when he hears this kind of thing, don't worry about my fate, because if you don't say anything, you will die, and there is only one chance." ”

Paper and pens were thrown on the ground.

"If I write it, you'll let me go." The Count stared into the other's eyes.

"No, but I'm not interested in killing you, I just don't get used to keeping my hands in battle."

The Earl struggled for a long time, and finally held the two quills, and the battle of honor of the Marquis made it difficult for him to die calmly.

(End of chapter)