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Seeing the chaos inside, a trace of contempt flashed in Sloe's eyes, "A chaotic party is a chaotic party, and it will never become a climate." (Like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)"

The lean guard next to him looked at Manchester, "Legion Chief, don't underestimate the enemy, Manchester is a typical easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack type, from the perspective of geographical advantages, our army does not have an advantage, and the Imperial ** Regiment has also cleared it many times, but it has returned in vain......"

Slow snorted coldly, "Then it depends on who clears it, is the Nineteenth Legion of our empire comparable to those garbage?"

"But this terrain is indeed a bit troublesome!" Looking at Manchester with its mountains and obstacles, the always confident Captain of the Sloh also frowned.

The guard showed a deep thought, and after a long while, he said slowly, "The empire has been entangled with the Ebian rebels for ten years, and each time it has been exterminated, it is related to this terrain of Manchester, no matter how heavy the defeat is, as long as they retreat to Manchester, they can sleep peacefully and have a chance to make a comeback, but we can't keep ......it for long."

The guard paused, "Some time ago, we finally came up with a way to restrict the circulation of food, hoping that these chaotic parties would collapse without a fight, but unfortunately I don't know what the effect is......"

Slow smiled faintly, "I received information that there were several rebels in Dawning City today who intended to transport food out of the city, and they were detected by the Holy Crusaders, and those guys immediately broke through the level and killed many Holy Crusader soldiers, so it seems that the effect is still there, Manchester has begun to run out of food! They are very anxious......"

The guard looked at the terrain of Manchester, and a deep sadness flashed in his eyes, "Even if we take Manchester, I'm afraid we will pay a lot of price, in fact, it is very simple to solve the matter of Manchester......" He glanced at Slow and did not continue.

"Say!" said Slow, expressionless.

"As long as you let any of the Holy Domain powerhouses in the Holy See dispatch, it won't take half a day to solve Manchester, let's say......" The guard said cautiously.

"Joke!" Slow interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Do you think that the powerhouses of the Sanctuary are so idle and solve these little things every day?

Slow glared at him fiercely, and the soldier's face flushed.

"Forget it this time, don't mention it next time, don't make people laugh, the powerhouses of the Holy Realm have already transcended the shackles of worldly power, and these little things will never arouse their interest!" said with a wave of his hand, he still valued this henchman.

"Yes, Legionnaire!" the soldier saluted deeply.

Sloe's face softened slightly, and he waved his hand, "Go ahead, let a squadron go to a tentative attack, I want to see their true strength!"

Having not fought the Ebian Resistance, Slow had to be cautious.

"Yes, sir!"

......

A simple room, the walls of the room, the lime began to peel off, it looked like some days, somewhere in the room, a small window opened, from which the outside world could be seen.

No one would have imagined that this humble room would be Manchester's command center, because it was extremely secluded and had a clear view of the battlefield.

Lauchren was lying on the windowsill, staring motionlessly at the Nineteenth Legion of the Holy Roman Empire outside, his expression grim and his face full of worry.

Standing next to him was Uncle Jungar, who was also frowning and at a loss.

"Look, they're moving!" said Jungar, pointing to the phalanx in front of the Nineteenth Legion.

"They're testing our reality!" Lauchren took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with deep worry, "The phalanx behind is not moving at all!

"And what now?" said Jungar, a little flustered, knowing that Manchester was now an empty city.

Laughlan groaned for a moment, and was about to speak, when the door was pushed open, and Catherine walked in with Ron and Vivien.

Laughlan turned his head and saw that it was Ron, his brows jumped, and a trace of displeasure immediately flashed on his handsome face, he frowned, and his tone was a little stern, "Second Miss, what are you bringing them here for?"

"Brother Lauchron, they're here to help!" Catherine whispered.

"Help? What can these two necromancers do to help?"

Laughlan glared at Ron fiercely, turned his head, ignored Ron, snorted coldly and lowered his voice, "Clean chaos!"

"You-"

Ron was angry when he heard this, since he came to Manchester, this Laughlan has always been at odds with him, that's okay, now he is here to help, and he still looks at it, what does this mean?

A pair of white and pink hands were pulling, and Catherine's eyes were full of pleading, signaling him not to go to his heart.

When Ron saw it, his heart suddenly softened, and he snorted coldly, now that the enemy was present, he didn't bother to bother with Laughlen.

This scene happened to be seen by Lauchron, he sneered, turned around, raised his sword eyebrows, with a hint of provocation, "How is it? Are you not convinced?"

Ron slowly raised his head, looked at him calmly, and said coldly, "If it weren't for the fact that now is really not the time, I would like to find a time to talk to you!"

"Fight with me, just you, a necromancer?"

Laughren sneered, "Yes, I just look down on you, so what?" he said, his hand pointing out the window, "If you have the ability, guard this key road for me, otherwise, after the war, you will go back from where you came from......"

After hearing this, Ron didn't say a word, and left, and Vivien also glared at Laughren fiercely, and followed Ron away.

Laughlan sneered, ignored Ron, and turned his head to look at the window.

Ron...... Ron ...... "Shortly after Ron went out, Catherine caught up with him.

"I'm sorry!" Catherine whispered, "Brother Laughlen, he'...... He's unintentional, don't take it to heart!" Catherine felt that she couldn't even convince herself of this sentence.

Ron shook his head, "I just want to help you, and I'm not interested in caring about the rest!"

......

"Kill ......"

A squadron of hoplites rushed up the aisle, these men were covered in thick armor, covering their entire bodies and revealing only a pair of eyes, most of them holding heavy weapons in their hands, and the power was amazing.

Ignoring the arrows flying from above, the wolf-like hoplites swooped down and soon rushed to Manchester's humble wooden door, where a soldier with a two-handed axe shouted and slammed his two-handed axe into the heavy wooden door.

The wooden door made a dull noise, and at once - twice - the loud sound seemed to knock on the hearts of all the people, and the hearts of the people who were hiding had already risen to their throats, and many of them prayed secretly.

As more and more soldiers joined, finally, the wooden door could no longer hold up and collapsed.

"Kill them all!"

A man who looked like a squadron leader shouted, and the soldiers of the Heavy Infantry Regiment were demoralized, and they rushed into Manchester with their weapons held high.

Manchester with its wooden door broken was like a virgin with open thighs, and for a while, the fighting spirit of the 19th Heavy Infantry Regiment was ignited, and the fighting spirit rose to the highest point.

The 19th Heavy Infantry Regiment was greeted by a steep slope paved with bluestones, which had been designed to be a very clever defense, and it was always difficult to attack from the bottom up, but sure enough, the heavily armored hoplite regiment slowed down.

A squadron of more than 500 hoplites rushed along the steep slope, and many of them burst out with a strong fighting spirit, and the heavy battle armor had to be used to support it.

"Tell the order!" the archers are ready to ......," said Lauchran, who was in command of the battle, calmly, and as soon as he finished speaking, someone went to give the order.

"Kill!:

On the Manchester side, someone shouted, and countless shadows were revealed, revealing the figures of the Ebian rebels, armed with longbows, holding back the 19th Heavy Infantry Regiment of the Holy Roman Empire.

For a while, countless arrows flew in, and some soldiers could not dodge, were shot in the vital point, and rolled down the steep slope with a wail.

The impact of the steep slope on the hoplites is great, but the power of those arrows is very average, and it is impossible for ordinary arrows to hurt the opponent's thick armor, let alone effectively kill, except for a few unlucky ghosts who were unfortunately hit by arrows, more of them ignored the rain of arrows and charged upward.

"What!" Lauchren gasped, this heavy infantry regiment was unlike any enemy he had ever encountered before, and they were an absolute nightmare for archers in their thick armor.

The sniper plan failed, and Lauchran was a little disgraced, and in the face of such a disadvantage, he couldn't think of a better way for a while, after all, he was not Juliana.

Juliana, who designed the defense system of Manchester, is an out-and-out military genius, and there are countless mechanisms in Manchester City, but Laughlan will not use it, if Juliana is there, seeing this situation, she will let people pour the boiling oil down as soon as possible, and let these moving iron lumps play a good game of rolling gourd and stacking Arhat and boiling oil, if you put a fire, it will be even more perfect, such a good method is unthinkable to Lauchran's brain, I have to say that this is the gap.

It's not Juliana's fault that Ebia got into the situation she is in today, she mainly lacks a powerful Sanctuary powerhouse as a backstage, and in the face of the absolute strength of the Sanctuary powerhouse, her outstanding military talent has become an ornament.

Lauchron's mouth shook violently, and a sentence burst out from between his teeth, "Pass the order, prepare for hand-to-hand combat!"

When everyone in the command post heard this, their hearts trembled, and the most brutal hand-to-hand combat was finally about to begin.

"Kill these dog mongrels ......"

All of a sudden, the Ebian rebel soldiers came out of nowhere, roaring and raising their weapons, and charged at the 19th Heavy Infantry Regiment.

By the time Ron arrived, the brutal hand-to-hand combat had already begun.......

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