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Kang Erxin sat on horseback, his eyes swept over his private soldiers, these soldiers who were unfolding were a little sluggish, because the mud and rain had brought them a lot of trouble, and the nature of the long distance was to greatly lose their bodies, and now even the formation was broken up into a mess, and the sound of rain and noise made the captains of each team have to shout and push with the loudest voices, and it was a mess. : Read novels

But the formation was finally laid out. It was an hourglass scale longer than their commander had expected.

But this Imperial Earl doesn't want to be too demanding, after all, as infantry, these guys did a good job, and running out of sixty miles in more than two hourglasses is not something that ordinary teams can do, and now the large army has been far behind them, if there is no accident, I'm afraid that when they capture the city, those guys have just arrived".

Of course, the taste of marching in the rain was far more arduous than usual, and the rain above their heads was evaporated by the body temperature into a layer of mist, and their bodies trembled incessantly in the wind, but there were disadvantages in everyone's favor, and when they looked at the towering walls in front of them, their eyes were not filled with fear, but with the hope that under this premise, the dry beds, warm fires, and hot food in the city would become a usable temptation.

Morale is available.

The Earl nodded in satisfaction, and added a weight to this temptation, and he held up a bag in the air, and shouted: "You must also increase your strength, after the attack begins, the first warrior to rush into the city will be rewarded with fifty gold coins, and the first brigade to rush in will be rewarded with one gold coin each!"

The sound pierces through the rain and whine. It spread far away. As a result, the cheers of the soldiers also rang out, making Count Kang Erxin smile Yes, with the help of this morale, he should immediately start attacking.

The Count raised his head, wiped the rain from the rim of his helmet, and looked at the gray city wall in front of him in the foggy vapor.

The fortress in front of me had a modest thirty-foot-high wall, and the rain-washed stone walls took on a metallic blue-gray color, making the battlements look like stacked tower shields. A few ballistae stared at the army in the distance from the gaps in the battlements, the metal spikes glittering like eyes, the rain swirling in the swollen moat, the rows of tiny ones seemed to draw attention to the wooden stakes there, and the metal gates took on a dark and dull color. It's like a big mouth waiting for the food to be delivered.

What a good fortress.

The Count narrowed his eyes in admiration.

If you're in charge of defense. It should be possible to call itself for a long time. At least...... In the face of a siege of tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, it can support at least three months...... No, at least half a year, as for the troops with less than 10,000 and no overwhelming spell casting power, facing such a fortress, they can only sigh with admiration. What else can be done?

But now, I have to challenge this impossibility.

He turned his head and swept his ranks with a gaze of inspection, where the soldiers were forming a phalanx of ten. Thirty phalanxes, three thousand people were slowly converging into an arc-shaped attacking surface, and behind them, a suit of robes was gathering into a small circle, and with their vague and lowly chanting, the magic of the earth element was converging in the air.

There is no doubt that under normal circumstances, if he were to capture such a fortress with 3,000 men, even he himself would have to ask if he had woken up, but now it is not the same...... His gaze swept over the city, the banners curled up in the rain, and the dozen or so figures with their heads showing their heads in shadows, and he smiled, habitually wiping his delicately trimmed beard on his upper lip,

If a city has lost most of its leaders and magicians, can there be any decent resistance?

He's about to face this answer.

In fact, in the mind of this imperial nobleman, another question is turning at the moment, what is the most necessary key factor that constitutes a good army?

Even for those seasoned veterans, the answer to this question requires a combination of several or even dozens of analyses, but for Kang Erxin, in fact, sometimes, one answer is enough.

Let's say, for example, the issue of prohibition.

Even if it is less than the opponent in number, but for the team that orders desperately to die, there will always be a final victory, but there is a complementary condition, that is, the subjective order must be accurately conveyed. Therefore, middle- and lower-level officers are the core of a team, the nodes on the spider, without them,

He didn't doubt it, for the tactic had been successful twice, and the first time he saw this efficiency, he himself was almost equally dumbfounded, completely convinced that he had seen a well-defended fortress city fall almost completely in less than two hourglasses, and that the attacking side had not even paid a hundred casualties,

He nodded to the squire, and there was a rattling sound as the metal ring rubbed against it. So the squire, dressed in leather armor, picked up the horn hanging from his waist and blew it on his cheeks

But the trumpet did not sound as expected.

"Look, Lord Earl!" the squire held his trumpet, but a voice of joy came out of his mouth: "On the city, over there!"

A flag is being raised from the city.

Simultaneously...... White flag.

Then the second side, the third side, slowly protruding from the battlements of the wall, the arrow towers, and the corners and corners, were spread out, and what had been sheets, cloths, or cloaks and the like were tied to the flagpoles, shaking as if they were suffocating before they struggled.

"We surrender, we surrender, the lord count is dead, the magician is dead, we don't want to fight anymore, you must give us reasonable treatment!"

A shout rang from the walls.

It was the lingua franca of the Tuminis tone, but it didn't have the elaborate tone of the aristocracy, and it was completely unaided by the use of sound illusions, which made the voice sound a little hoarse: "As long as you recognize our civilian status, we will not resist and let you enter the city!"

"Otherwise, we'll fight to the death...... Certain...... It will definitely cost you!" another voice roared without losing any time. But the over-elevated syllables sound as if they have been emasculated.

After a stunned silence, the silence was broken by a sneer, and then, like hay lit by a little fire, the laughter expanded into laughter.

"These idiots!"

In the midst of ridicule, even Kang Erxin himself couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and after he reached out and stroked his eight characters, he sneered and cursed, "Can't you even negotiate?

But even so, he made a gesture to ask one of the mage apprentices beside him to bless him with an illusionary sound. At the same time, he did not forget to touch the soft little hand of the female apprentice, and then said: "Your request is not unacceptable, but I can't see your sincerity. If you're just trying to put on a botched farce. Then I advise you, it's better not to be ashamed. How can you prove it. What you're saying is true?"

The effect of the illusion technique is very good, presumably the other party's shout, his steady tone, full of aristocratic comfort and elegance.

"Of course we're telling the truth!

There was a rush of confusion on the city walls, almost half an hour later. Dozens of people, carrying things, appeared behind the battlements, and then hung them with ropes from the city walls, and the corpses, both old and young, were lowered. But with exception, they were all wearing aristocratic uniforms and armor, but at the moment those beautiful fabrics were already covered with scorch marks, and brighter than the black things were terrifying knife wounds.

Slit throat or cut open chest and abdomen, already condensed and washed by the rain, revealing the gray-white flesh that rolled underneath.

Kang Erxin smiled.

He knew who caused those injuries, and these people were the ones who dared him to face a city rashly.

Penetration of the Thunder Red Dragon.

I have to admit that this way of besieging the city has indeed completely departed from common sense, and its effect is far more powerful than the magic of the trebuchet salvo and the blast of the city wall, and no one can still maintain composure when the companions around him are killed one by one, let alone this group of ordinary soldiers who have lost their leaders and dependents.

"Well, in the name of the Imperial Earl, Kang Erxin, Lin Lisdeyir, I accept your surrender, congratulations, your war is over. ”

Looking at the gate of the fortress, it slowly opened, and the drawbridge over the moat slowly lowered with a creaking and grinding sound, and smashed on the shore with a thud. There was a burst of cheers among the soldiers of the Empire, who sang the name of His Majesty the King in standard old phrases. It is for His Majesty xià supreme.

But it seems that what might really be the best thing to be able to enjoy in the city is a fire, good food and a comfortable place to rest?

In any case, this smooth progress made the count breathe a long sigh of relief......

But then he furrowed his brow again

These stupid and cowardly, filthy and cunning Tuminians were more unbearable than they imagined, and they chose to surrender without even thinking of resistance?

A thought suddenly occupied his mind, and he couldn't help but curse to himself! It was good to be able to capture the city without a single soldier, but unfortunately, these cowards did this, and their glorious achievements in 'fighting and conquering the city' must have been ruined because of this! The credit for finally capturing the city can only belong to, and completely belong to, the little bastard of the Thunder Red Dragon Legion, Tiberius Gracchus!

What is this?

In this way, what has become of the efforts he has made at the previous military conference? What has become of the expression of the idiots who have forced him to repel like mad dogs like mad dogs? No wonder Tiberius Gracchus has been watching the play quietly and laughing so strangely, it turns out that he has thought of this ending a long time ago! He just regarded himself and the group of fellows as mad dogs who snatched food, like clowns!

But what to do on your own?

Admit this ending like this, let yourself be like a clown and shoot this piece of fat from the mouths of those idiots, and just give it all to people for nothing?

Can't they have the slightest more courage and grit their teeth any longer? Even if they close the gates for a while, wait until they start charging, and then break up? In that case, they still have half the credit...... The Earl's eyes narrowed. Pressing down what should have been an order, and after careful consideration, his pupils shrank sharply.

"Shoot the knights at the front, give covert orders, and get them ready to attack! As soon as the Tumenes fools open the gates, we'll rush in, allow the looting, tell them, kill an enemy, and I'll reward you with a silver coin. It depends on the head!"

Grinding his teeth, he grabbed the cheering adjutant beside him, and the force was so great that he almost stumbled the opponent's horse.

"Huh?" the young staff officer was startled by the hideous look on his master's face, and then reacted to what the other party said, "But...... But adults. They have already announced their surrender, this is a prisoner killing. If this dishonour is preached......"

"Shut your foul mouth! Or are they? It's all mine, right? You know how I deal with traitors, and if anyone dares to say a word, I'll let him know what life is better than death!"

The fat on the earl's face trembled slightly, and he roared in a low voice, then took a deep breath and lowered his voice heavily: "I'm taking revenge." No, revenge, you know what? It's a battle of revenge! A noble battle of revenge! You know how many of our empire's subjects these damned Tunyians killed in that previous sneak attack? 100,000! They didn't even spare women and children. And they set fire to the city! We just took the city, and it was a mercy for them! It was mercy, you know?"

"But the Earl, no, Your Excellency ...... General"

"It's a trap, it's a trap! You know there are probably five thousand soldiers stationed here, and the farmers who help defend the fortress...... And we have only three thousand, and if this is a trap, then ......"

The Count interrupted him with an impatient hand raised, what little patience he had had been drained by the damn rain and the hasty march: "We must be careful, I don't want these good boys who came out with me to die!"

"This ...... Yes, Your Excellency. The young adjutant swallowed: "But what are we going to do with these people in this case?"

"Hmph, that's a good trap, but they think too much of themselves! It's just some guards guarding the city, you should know very well what those Tunies' soldiers can do besides shoot arrows and wait behind the magician to pick up cheap?

Taking a deep breath, he exhaled his next words in disgust.

"You'd better not underestimate those killers that little bastard made, although he is indeed a little ruffian, but that is the power of His Majesty Isgandar the Great, that kind of soldier is not something that these idiot Tunykes can match now, you should know that even if there are only twenty people, as long as they are given time, they can even clean up the city, do you think that when they are in the city, these southerners can still be able to organize any decent attack?"

The staff officer closed his mouth knowingly, although there was still some uneasiness in his heart, but he knew that the persuasion was worthless, and he knew very well what his commander was thinking, if he rubbed the hourglass or two more time, after the arrival of the large army, their behavior would probably attract General Bunares, so he had to fight and take this credit into his own hands.

"Let the cavalry go up, equip them with vulture shields, put on vests, and after the city gate is opened, you will rush in, with the advantage of the degree of impact, these guys will not be able to withstand the impact even if there is an ambush, and let the mages bring a group of people up first, and then control the city head first, understand?"

"That...... Are you sure they're going to be fooled, my lord?"

A white light, the arrow actually pierced directly through the center of the round shield in the hand of the cavalryman, penetrated the neck of this unlucky bastard, and then hit the red armor of a cavalryman behind with scattered blood flowers. With a loud bang, the second cavalryman flew straight off his horse.

It was as if time had frozen and suddenly flowed again, and with a thud, the spear went straight through the soldier's gaping mouth. The tip of the gun pierced his throat, and then the massive impact completely shattered his skull, distorting his features, and the horror in his eyes twisted together, and the skin tore with a 'whoop' after showing the maximum tension, revealing the bright red muscle and plasma underneath.

"Hah!"

"Enemy attack!"

The terrible cry pierced through the rain curtain like a sharp and piercing alarm, almost comparable to the sound of ordinary conversational volume, so that the noise around them suddenly became silent, and everyone stopped in unison, as if to confirm the general look at each other, and then subconsciously listened.

Count Kang Erxin's face was pale, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. He looked back, and the knights looked at each other as if they had woken up from a dream, as if they had just realized that the enemy was not as weak and deceitful as he had imagined. To be continued. )