Clutching the sword and shield in his hand, Lemmon Hannah stared viciously at the siege ladder, his eyes narrowed into slits.

With a red crowned horsehair helmet on his head, this was the glory of Lemon, who became a centurion at the age of twenty-six, and became the pride of the whole family, and the family of the dealer also produced a centurion, which was a great event.

His biggest dream now is to one day be selected for the Eagle Banner 100 team and receive a double salary, so that he can provide for his younger brother's education, so that he can go to college and fulfill his dream of becoming an agronomist.

If you have a dream, you have to fight for it—this is the only famous saying that the father, who has little knowledge but loves literature, knows and taught Lemon and his brother.

"Brethren—stay calm!, stay calm!" Lemon whispered behind him, letting the nervous fellows relax, "Just follow me, especially you and Luca, you kid keep up with me!" he said and tapped Luka's helmet lightly with the blade of his sword.

"Understood!sir!" Young Lukka nodded vigorously and waved his sword excitedly: "For glory!"

"That's right!" Lemon looked at him approvingly.

The siege ladder shook violently, and everyone was quietly waiting for the moment when the enemy came up, but this short short time, but it was as long as an eternal life, making people wish that the enemy would climb up now, but they hoped that there would be no such enemy at all.

The siege ladder finally stopped shaking, and the orc, wearing leather armor and holding a chopping axe in his hand, climbed up from below, and a pair of cloudy beast pupils swept back and forth in the crowd: "Whoa--roar-!!!"

"For the sake of glory--!!!," shouted Lemmon, and rushed forward with his shield held high, and the soldiers behind him followed him, blocking the enemy's path with their shields.

The frenzied orc slammed the axe at the shield, and the huge impact force made Lemmon not even stand still, and he stumbled, but fortunately, Lukka behind him used his shield to resist him, and before the enemy could retract his strength, he clenched the short sword, and he stabbed the tip of the sword in a familiar position!

"Poof--" The sharp dagger hit the target, and the blood that burst out stained Lemon's entire right arm red, and then the big guy retreated!

"Brothers, kill!" Lemon continued to cheer the group on: "Look! The blood of these beasts is also red!!"

"For Glory---!!!!"

The soldiers tried their best to maintain their pace, but there were more and more orc infantry coming up, and the heavy weapons and terrifying explosive power gave them enough advantages, and it was difficult for the soldiers of the Roman legions to kill them all at once, and often a heavy slash could kill a person!

Mechanically repeating his movements, Lemon held his shield on his head, carefully dodging the orc's axe and sword, looking for an opportunity, stabbing out when they weren't paying attention, it was difficult for orcs with few iron armor to resist the stabbing blow, Lemon's right hand was like a poisonous snake, a bite was fatal!

The red liquid stained the city wall red, and the narrow distance became a meat grinder, constantly devouring the lives of both sides, and each violent slash would make a soldier scream and fall from the city wall, often three or five soldiers blocked an orc and stabbed out one of his own swords, but the panicked hand could hardly hit the heart, and could only provoke the other party, violently smashing his helmet into pieces of iron!

Death, death, death! This is the battlefield!

The Roman legions, shouting slogans, used their flesh and blood to block the enemy who kept climbing up from below, and they knew that if they wanted to win, they had to hold out until the moment of zuihou!

"Brothers, stay calm! Stay calm!" the bright red color made it difficult for him to see ahead, and Lemon only remembered that he seemed to have killed three, and hit so hard that his left hand holding the shield was no longer conscious.

"Luka, where are you kid?!" Lemon shouted, "Are you still alive?!"

"My lord!" the little guy on the side shouted excitedly, "My lord!"

"How many people are there in our team?!" Lemon gasped, his chest was hot and dry, "Where's the flag bearer?!"

"Sixty more!" exclaimed Luca, "Half of the Flag Bearer's head has been cut off!"

"Follow me, don't lose it!" said Lemon, "that fool has gone to see his ancestors so soon!"

"For Glory - !!!"

"For glory—!" Lukka shouted at Lemon's throat as well.

"Send me to hell!" Lemon squinted, but his mouth still roared, "Mars, the god of war, wake up!"

Roaring, Lemmon led Lukka and continued to charge towards the enemy.

Picked up a javelin and stabbed it out of the orc, the pointed tip of the spear made the orc let out a wail, and then tried to pull it out, but found that the javelin was actually broken from a fifth of the way, and the whole part inserted into it was bent down!

"Hehehahahaha...... Damn you brute!" Lemon laughed loudly, but the sword in his hand did not stop for a moment: "This is a Roman specialty, I gave it to you, no thanks!"

Kill, kill, kill! Both sides kept repeating the story, mechanically brandishing their weapons, and the purpose of the start was no longer important, now everyone was thinking about the same thing.

"Kill you---!!!"

Lemon's sword had long since broken, and now he was using another man's weapon, a random one. But that didn't stop him, his skillful movements.

"Luca!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Do you still have a javelin?!" Lemon asked aloud, "I mean the heavy javelin!"

"Yes, sir. Lukka hurriedly responded: "And what!"

"That's fine!" Lemmon nodded, "Listen, brothers, we're going to push that ladder down!"

"Brothers, make a way for me!"

"Yo--!!!!"

"For Glory---!!!"

Almost as if they were going to meet death, dozens of Roman soldiers squeezed their way with their shields and bodies. Pushing all the attacking orcs aside, the gap created by the shield made it difficult for them to attack for a while, leaving Lemmon with a gap.

"Hurry up, stick the javelin in the slit and lift it back!" commanded Lemon in a loud voice, and with all his might, he borrowed a heavy javelin to push the ladder forward.

There was a steady stream of orcs coming up from behind, and Lemmon had to temporarily stop his purpose and desperately stop them.

"Bump-" With a sharp swing of the shield, an orc infantry who was about to climb up was slapped in the face, and before he could come to his senses, Lemon stabbed it between the ribs!

"Whew-!" A miserable scream, the orc fell backwards on his back, probably still thinking of survival, and quickly reached out to grab it, but he didn't want to grab the left hand of the clansman behind him, the center of gravity was unstable, and he fell off with it, so he fell down three or four times in a row.

"Good chance!" Lemon shouted, climbing onto the parapet wall amid the stunned gaze of the crowd, pushing the siege ladder with all his strength.

"Ahh......h

Lemmon shouted, and the whole person leaned against the siege ladder, and his two feet kicked back desperately, and the siege ladder, which was still relatively strong, began to shake again.

"For Glory - !!!"

"It's moving, it's moving!" the soldiers looked excitedly at the ladder that had fallen forward, only to find that Lemmon was also falling forward, and the siege ladder erected high was leaning forward little by little.

"Lord Lemmon!" shouted Luca, running over and reaching for his right hand, "Hurry up and give it to me!"

As a result, it was thrown a helmet - the helm of the centurion.

Lemon gasped and sat down on the upright, rickety ladder, his eyes red as he looked down at the beasts, for the first time he felt so comfortable, relaxed, stress-free, and comfortable looking down from a high place.

Calming his breath, he raised his right hand high, the sword full of crumbling mouths, so bright in the sun. Lemmon leaned forward slightly, inhaling hard.

"For the Glory ――――――!!!!!!"

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Theodore wielded his sword desperately, the knuckles of his hands slightly white, the tense atmosphere made him dare not relax for a moment, and the knights of the Imperial Guard still guarded him, loyally defending him against attacks from any direction.

"Knock ――――――!!!!" a muffled sound.

"What's the sound?!" Diodore immediately reacted and asked aloud.

"It's a siege ladder!" Elendil looked to the side, "Someone pushed the siege ladder to it! Caesar!"

"Well done!" said Theodore, shouting his sword and pointing at the enemy: "Chase them down—!!!"

"Rush down ――――――!!!!!"

The momentum of the entire city wall began to change, and the morale of the warriors was booming, which soon affected the other two sides as well. Shouting their respective slogans, with a heart that believes that they will definitely win, they fight desperately with the orcs.

Victory, victory, victory! They believe they will definitely win it.

The scales began to tilt, the enemy no longer looked so confident, the orcs behind seemed to get the order and began to retreat behind, while the struggling orcs could only start a desperate battle with the coalition forces with a cry of sorrow.

Eventually, the enemies standing on the walls were finally destroyed, and the enemies behind began to retreat like a low tide, just as they had come.

Theodore, who was finally relieved, leaned against the wall with a relieved smile, looking at the rolling orc army, inexplicably emotional.

Finally, I survived the first battle!

Once a demon is killed, it is no longer a demon, and the reason is the same - warriors who have fought against orcs and won won, even if they face these enemies here, will not be afraid.

"Woo――――――――――............"

The sound of the victory horn echoed in the sky of Severcro, and the bright sun shone on everyone, as if wearing a golden armor, mighty and majestic!

"Won-!!!"

"Long live !!! long live !!!"

"Huh. Theodore smiled and looked at the excited soldiers around him, put his sword back into its sheath and handed it to Valens, and inadvertently swept the opposite wall, finding that they were actually evacuating!

"Varence!" shouted Theodore, "go and ask what the lords on the other side are up to?"

"They're going after the orcs, Caesar!" replied Valence with a smile, "I'm going to give them a hard shot from behind!

"What nonsense!" Theodore interrupted Valence loudly, "Do you really think that we have defeated them?!

"Look at their flags, queues, like they're running away in a panic?!ah?!"

"So, what then?"

"Find a way to stop them. Theodore ordered: "If not, find a way to meet them, open the gates, and let the crossbowmen and the guards assemble at once!"

"Oh shit, what was that Malbert guy doing?!

Theodore hurriedly jumped onto the parapet, just in time to see the knights who set off from the opposite gate, and the first one was Malbert!

"This guy, I shouldn't have expected anything from him. Theodore crooked his mouth and muttered, "Malbert, bastard!"

"If you don't come back alive, that's when you'll lose all your glory!"

Theodore's self-talk, of course, they could not hear it. The lords led their knights, lined up in a tight line, and charged at the orc army as fast as they could, their sharp spears raised high.

The orcs didn't seem to notice this, but Theodore noticed that they were slowly changing their formation, stopping, and silently waiting for their prey.

Then, in the black clouds, there was a howl as if the wounded beast had been enraged!!

"Roar―――――――――― roar ――――――――――――!!!!!!!"