Late at night, not long after Jim had been lying down in bed and falling asleep after a busy day, he heard the castle bell ringing for unknown reason. "桄榔桄榔~~" The voice was gloomy and slow, but it was long.

Before he could get up, the candlestick in the bedroom was lit by the servants who had walked in. A group of heavily armed knights burst into the room and came over in a panic: "Lord Best!"

"What's going on?!" Jim quickly got out of bed -- fortunately, his smock hadn't been taken off yet. The knight in the back immediately handed over his weapons and helmets: "It's the orcs, hordes of orcs are attacking Savincro Castle!

"Is the El Knight back?!" Jim panicked, letting the knight beside him dress him in thick chain mail and dark burqas, motionless like a puppeteer.

"Nope. The knight quickly shattered Jim's illusions and further brought the "knight in robes" to a crumble: "The outer walls and turrets have all been occupied, and the soldiers are leaning on the inner walls to defend them!"

"Give your orders, Lord Best. After putting Jim on his armor and belt, he fell down on one knee with all the knights, in front of the "Lord of Severcro": "It's up to you to decide what we should do - fight! or ............"

The knight didn't finish, just looked at Jim, who was stiff-faced, and what he wanted to say was already self-evident. Truth be told, although this lord doesn't look like a knight, he is also the only descendant of Old Best, the heir of Severcro, and the object of his own allegiance. Even if the other party really wants to escape, even if it is for the sake of an oath, he will desperately protect him.

"Enemy ...... Enemies, are there really a lot of them?" Jim was almost out of breath, and looked at the knight in front of him motionlessly: "Yes...... How much?"

"It won't be less than eight thousand, and it could be more. The knight replied truthfully, "With the walls and the soldiers, you should be able to resist a little." But how long it lasts, that's not necessarily. ”

"Whew...... Call...... ...... Jim closed his eyes, gasped for air, and then opened his eyes sharply and looked at the knights through gritted teeth: "So what are you waiting for?! Defend the !! of Sevencro"

With that, the young Earl of Best drew his sword, strode out of the gloomy bedroom, and walked outside without looking back.

The knight looked at Jim's departing back in astonishment: "I thought he was ............" Before he finished speaking, the knight smiled self-deprecatingly: "Forget it, don't say anything." ”

"Because he's Best, Taylor's son. One of his companions tapped him on the shoulder, then drew his sword as well, striding after him: "In the name of Severcro, long live the Radiant Cross!!!

"Long live the Radiance Cross――――――!!!!!

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"Rush, for Severcro, for Pendragon!

One knight after another roared, and rushed to the city wall with the soldiers behind him. Although the war broke out very suddenly, the soldiers, who had been preparing for battle all day, had not even taken off their armor, and as soon as the alarm bell sounded, they left the room with their spears, swords, and heraldic shields.

There was no such thing as any organization or order, and the soldiers tried as fast as they could to find a knight with the banner and follow behind, nervousness written on their faces--no matter how much training they usually had, when it came time to actually fight these enemies, the feeling was completely different!

The outer walls, which were patrolled by only a handful of soldiers, were quickly overwhelmed by a sea of orcs, and even the alarm could not be communicated. Unlike the orc tribes that attacked slowly and always wanted to fight in the field, the enemy unexpectedly chose to attack at night this time, and the number and speed were very amazing, as if they were planning to take the castle in one fell swoop.

They didn't even have enough simple siege equipment such as ladders and lockropes, and they launched an all-out attack on Severcro in a panic - there was only one side of the wall, so the direction they could attack was only due south, and they crossed one wall after another by climbing ladders (stacking arhats), and the tearing roar could be heard clearly even by Jim, who had just come out of the castle.

Fortunately, the innermost city wall is more than forty feet high, and the general ladder cannot be climbed at all, which slows down the time for the orcs to attack, and only a few can successfully climb the city wall, but each time it will cause a considerable amount of damage and damage to the defenders.

As Old Best had described, the militia was of little use against the orcs, as they lacked training, had little courage to fight to the death, and were always worried. The main purpose of the officers to recruit these men was to increase the number of the army and to maintain the line to buy the elite troops time to crush the enemy, which in the Middle Ages were generally cavalry units, or knights who had been trained hard since childhood to be able to make a career and kill the enemy.

Of course, there were also those who regarded the militia as the main force -- this was the case in Greece in the classical era, and this was most evident in Athens, where the classical phalanx of the citizen army was their main force, and it was the core when fighting against an oriental country like Persia. But these armies were later defeated by Alexander's father, Philip, with the Macedonian phalanx, because the classical phalanx used two-meter spears and the Macedonian phalanx was four-meter spears.

The reason for this was that the Greek army (especially Athens) was reluctant to equip themselves with four-meter guns, because they had to be held with both hands, which necessarily required a reduction in the protective area of the shield - this is where the difference between citizen and professional soldiers came in, and they were always worried.

In addition, discipline and coordination are also the difference between the two -- and this is vividly reflected in the current battle. On the high city walls, fighting every minute and every second, those "redeemers" from the south rushed to the orcs who climbed up, almost desperately, and stabbed their spears and sharp swords, each time it was an angry sacrifice of life. But it's hard to do much damage to the orc samurai, who are beaten to a bloody pulp with a nail stick, or thrown directly under the city wall and smashed into a meat sauce inside the orc pile.

Soldiers with a little experience will retreat a little distance and wait for the enemy to fall on the wall before knocking them down. The knights wielded their two-handed swords and slashed off their roaring heads with blood!

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"Die, you demons who deserve to go to hell, ugly monsters from a cross between a mule and a boar!"

Old Jack cursed loudly, the long sword in his hand didn't stop for a moment, leaned against the parapet, kicked the orc warrior who wanted to climb up, and didn't forget to stab the other party's head!

The shape of the knight's sword was originally designed to pierce armor, and no matter how hard the orc's head is, it can't be as hard as the chain mail made of steel!

With an unwilling howl, the orc warrior who had just struggled to climb up fell under the city wall. Taking advantage of this short break, Old Jack counted the soldiers beside him again—there were a few fewer than just now, and all of them had burst out of their brains.

"Stand up for me!" Old Jack ordered loudly, although he knew that this order was actually difficult to execute, but he still subconsciously shouted: "Prepare for battle!"

"Light, glorious cross, huh, long live!!!"

Several of the castle soldiers, who were already scarred, stood up with their support and shouted slogans with a little strength. It's a pity that this slogan doesn't sound a little liliang.

"Lord Jack, the orcs have attacked the city gate and are about to bang on it!" shouted the soldier standing at the top of the gatehouse, "What are we going to do?!"

"You're going to ask me about this kind of thing?!" Old Jack roared, slamming the long sword in his hand: "Pour oil and burn these bastards!"

Sticky oil poured out of the middle of a gate at the top of the gate, knocking several unsuspecting orcs off the walls and causing a wave of chaos.

Old Jack took a torch from the guard's hand, shook it slightly, and held it in his palm. Resentful and happy, his gaze turned to the orc army under the city walls, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Turn it into a barbecue, bastards!"

Just a little spark sticked, and the thick oil immediately ignited, and soon a sea of fire was set off under the city gate, and the nearby orcs were set on fire in succession--the fur coat was more easily lit than anything else.

Seeing the tragic situation of the orc army below, cheers immediately rang out on the city wall, and the excited soldiers leaned on the parapet wall and looked down, as if they had already won.

"We've won, we've won!" the guard clenched his fists tightly, looking at the howling orcs and the sea of fire below, and looked at Old Jack beside him happily: "My lord, it's time for them to retreat, right?"

"Retreat? no, no, no, they won't retreat. Old Jack was not as happy as the others, but was even more frightened than at first: "They will not die until they take the castle!"

As if to verify his statement, the orc army blocked by the sea of fire did not leave, they continued to advance, just like they did not see those people who were burned alive.

"Silly boys, this battle has just begun!"