"Woo......"

As soon as the morning light broke, a huge horn sounded, representing the official beginning of a new day of offensive and defensive battles. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Gradually, the ground trembled slightly, and fine gravel and stones were vibrating and bouncing on the ground that had already been trampled on tightly, which was the vibration of countless people running together.

There was no prelude to trebuchets, no archers rushing to each other, and the soldiers poured out of the camp of the French army, and rushed into a scattered or neat formation towards the blood-stained Xiongguan.

Nuremberg was also ready for battle. The soldiers crouched or stood, looking out along the battlements and observation openings along the walled hills. The weapon had already been drawn and held tightly in his hand, his ears were the increasingly rapid breathing of his companions, his chest was beating sharply, his palms were oozing some sweat, and his eyes were looking straight at the city, not daring to blink his eyes.

Closer, closer, closer......

The boulder began to whistle, "Whew...... Boom!" The heavy boulder stirred a few small waves in the black tide, but it calmed down after a while.

The bowstring began to tremble, "Whoosh...... Poof!" The arrows continued to sink into the human body, but more often in vain, blocked by shields and armor, and swept away by the palms of weapons......

After all, the great waves crashed against the city wall, and spread along the city wall to the top of the city......

"Kill!" the officers gave the order, their eyes were red, their weapons were brandished.

The first French master climbed onto the city, waving a long knife in his hand, and cutting off a piece of stump and broken arm between the sword qi and the horizontal.

Amid the wailing of their companions, the German soldiers surrounded them with large shields, and a German master not far away also rushed over with light skills......

Then there was the second French master, who had just climbed up to the top of the city, and before he could see his surroundings clearly, he was stabbed by a spear, screamed, and fell. The German general with the gun was expressionless, shook the head of the gun slightly, and once again concentrated on guard.

After that came the third, the fourth, the fifth......

More and more French masters rushed to the city wall, and the German soldiers, officers, and masters were killed, and for a time the whole city was full of shouts and killings, weapons and weapons clanged and collided, and people kept screaming and falling off the city wall, and people fell to the ground between blood sprays, and the blood soon stained the ground......

In this precious time, the French soldiers did not waste time, and the ladder was erected in a few breaths, and countless French soldiers shouted and attacked the city along the ladder.

Some ladders were toppled and smashed to the ground with a succession of soldiers, some were ignited and turned into a scattered line of fire, and some were preserved to carry a steady stream of French soldiers to the city.

The battle at the head of the city intensified again, and the fighting became more and more intense, and the steel and gimmicks were intertwined, turning into a terrifying "meat grinder".

......

"France seems to have a general attack this time, and it was so fierce as soon as it came up. Not far from the battlefield, in the dense forest, the old man wrapped in a black robe, revealing only gray skin, said slowly.

"Yes, I had to try for a few rounds before, but this time I went straight to it, it seems that I have really made up my mind!" Another gray-robed old man also spoke: "It seems that the city is broken today!"

"Get up, get ready, and be ready to strike at any time!" the black-robed old man turned around and gave the order.

Behind him were dozens of tall and sturdy men, but with blue-gray skin, like dead men.

Hearing the order, the strong men got up one after another and began to put on an armor that obviously did not fit, but it looked like the standard of the French Revolutionary Army!

The gray-robed old man did not move, and behind him stood eighteen straight figures, all wrapped in gray robes, tall, short, fat, slender, and so on.

But all the eighteen figures stood straight, motionless, and did not make a sound, like eighteen wooden stakes.

......

On the other side of the battlefield, in the rocky rocks on the mountainside, two people looked straight at the battlefield below, these two people were a man and a woman, looking very close, like a couple.

"Alastel, it looks like it's today. "The woman in it looked like she was in her early thirties, with a bewitching figure, and although her appearance was not top-notch, her temperament was very unique, with a unique laziness.

"Yes, I've been waiting for so long, and it's finally here!" The other middle-aged man laughed too, but he laughed fiercely, more like he was angry.

"That's the old rule, let's choose one each?" The woman put a hand on the middle-aged man's arm and drew circles on his solid muscles: "I'll choose that little succubus, if someone robs me, you have to help me." ”

"When I solve the Little Dragon Slayer Martial Saint, I'll help you!" the middle-aged man slapped the woman's hand impatiently.

"You have a big appetite, aren't you afraid that old Siegfei will come and beat you?" the woman withdrew her hand and said with a coquettish smile.

"Hehe, it's not just the two of us who will make a move when the time comes! The Skull Sect, the Blood Clan will all make a move! Even if Old Ziegfei is strong, he may not be able to break free!" The middle-aged man looked disdainful: "And I'm not a fool, I have to wait until a few of them are almost consumed before I make a move!"

He looked at the lazy woman again: "Although that little succubus hasn't been promoted for a few years, her strength is also the top in the witch cult, you better think about it and take her down like this." Don't be defeated by the other party at that time, and lose the face of our Demon Society!"

"No, no......" The woman waved her hand again and again: "Although I am lazy on weekdays, I still have the strength to deal with such a junior, and I don't want to kill her this time, I just persuade her to change her court, and she may not be able to fight." ”

"It's a good witch sect priest, it's not easy to persuade her for such a little time, it's better to just knock her unconscious and take it away!" the middle-aged man grinned, revealing a mouth full of white teeth.

"Alright, alright, I know you don't need to worry about this!" the woman waved her hand, not paying attention to the middle-aged man's words at all.

......

On the small cliff, a group of nearly 100 people silently watched the bloody battlefield below.

"It's today!" the cardinal, dressed in a splendid robe, scrambled.

Along with him stood up were dozens of black-armored inquisitors, dozens of coarse-clothed ascetics.

And beside him, there were also three people around,

A strong man with a bare head, dark skin, and a faint white light on his body was the new "Grand Inquisitor" Clark.

One was dressed in silver-white armor and holding a silver-white spear, which was Joan of Arc, the "Saint" of Notre Dame.

and an ascetic with a pitted iron rod and his eyes downcast, Anselm, one of the three elders of the ascetic, the "listener of suffering."