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The Vicchian army did not attack, but some of the soldiers on some of the walls had cleverly raised the white flag. They raised their white flags in the midst of the flying projectiles, and the fireballs, whistling like dragons' fire, stopped bombarding their area. As a result, more sections of the city wall were raised with white flags, and by the end of the day, almost the entire section of Birmingburg was covered with a dangling white flag.

These ordinary Salander soldiers, all ordinary citizens and peasants, not brave Mamunuk, did not understand why the Vikchian army valued this dilapidated little city so much,

But they understand very well that the Vekian army is definitely not coming for them ordinary soldiers, and many soldiers have heard about the Vikia people on the other side of the channel.

In general, the Wikian army does not embarrass the civilians, and after occupying the place, it will also assign large areas of aristocratic estates to ordinary peasants to cultivate, if there is really any misunderstanding and festival in the middle, it is also a matter between the big people. They can't afford to give their lives for the sake of these nobles.

An hour later, the flying fuel bombs finally stopped, and the Marquis of Belantek looked around with an ugly face, and white flags were flying all over the city, and he gave the order to surrender with some helplessness.

With his experience, he knew that the Vicchians did not mean to destroy Miè here, otherwise, the attack just now would have plunged the entire city into a sea of fire and hell of ruin, rather than just burning on some charred walls

For the first time, the gates of Birmingburg were opened from the inside, and some cavalrymen in black armor came from outside the gates, quickly took control of the various vantage points of Birmingburg Ruins, and then ordered the Salanders to place their weapons on the ground in order. Strangely enough, however, the Vikchian army had no intention of locking them up immediately.

5,000 people were densely crowded on a wide flat that was only more than 200 meters long and wide, and around the wide ping, there were more than 2,000 Samore Guards cavalry in black armor.

Their faces were not very good-looking, especially when they occasionally swept the crumbling walls around them, because if you looked closely, you would see a dark red color, which was a mixture of human blood and dirt.

This used to be the city square of Birmingburg, since the outbreak of the war with the Normans, it has become the logistics base of the Salander army, the Normans once captured Birmingburg once, when more than 20,000 captured citizens, was concentrated in this area and was massacred, their blood is still speckled between the stone bricks and bricks here,

The fat man came here in the company of more than a dozen Samour guards, and subconsciously sniffled, I don't know why, he felt that the wind blowing from here was a little special, and the faint special smell made his two eyebrows frown

"Did you kill someone?" the fat man asked with some displeasure as he swept his gaze over the dense, ant-like heads in front of him

"No, my subordinates have strictly ordered their subordinates not to kill Salander people at will!"

Hukochili, who was dressed in black armor, hurriedly responded, he was urgently transferred from Ebelon, the battle of Morenburg made the fat man turn the whole tide of the battle in one fell swoop, as the Salanders took full defense, the fat man quickly used the Dyrens Navy and the Hulin Navy to harass the gap in Salander's Kyoto, and transferred 10,000 Vekian cavalry of Hukochili from Alberon

"Well, that's good, I don't want to be charged with a massacre at the last minute!

Salander Kyoto has become a battle of trapped beasts, there is no need for him to bear an unfavorable reputation at this juncture, the fire in Vikia Kyoto last year still makes him feel uneasy, if he can take some precautions earlier, or he doesn't need to take that kind of method of burning the city, to eliminate a place that is unfavorable to him!

"Officers stay, others released!" the fat man waved his hand indifferently, he really didn't have much interest in these Salander soldiers who weren't even ordinary warriors

The Vekian cavalry followed the orders of the fat man. Quickly clear all the Salander officers from the ranks, and as for the soldiers with blank faces, they were all released.

The released soldiers looked at Yiqiē in front of them suspiciously, not understanding what was happening, and without the guidance of the officer, they finally had to leave Birmingburg with a full stomach.

The Marquis of Belantke was escorted by several guards and brought to the front of the fat man.

The fat man raised his head coldly and looked at him, and said in a solemn tone, "I've heard of you, the best army instructor in the Kingdom of Salander, a nobleman but not a Mamunuc knight, right?

"If it weren't for the large number of troops you have, it would have been a fool's dream to capture Birmingburg so quickly!" replied the Marquis of Berentek, who had already known his name as the commander of the other party, which gave him an ominous premonition

"Presumptuous!" one of the captains of the guard scolded him, "this is the Grand Duke of the Falcon of Vecchia!

"Grand Duke of Falcon, the falcon of Vecchia!" Marquis of Belantek stared at the fat man's pupils, contracted nervously, and his lips trembled, Vekia Falcon, that is the number one general in the continent, the master of the Kingdom of Vekia across the strait, this kind of legendary figure, suddenly appeared in front of him, and it was false to say that he was not nervous,

"Now we can talk!" the fat man looked at him with a smirk and waved his hand to the guards who were escorting him, and several of the guards let go of his hands, easing the awkward atmosphere between the two sides

"What is there to talk about! I am your captive! Life and death are not a matter of nonsense!"

Marquis Berantke's face was full of confusion, he kneaded his somewhat numb arms, and his pale face showed a look of pity, being able to fight with the number one general in the continent was the most desired thing for the generals of the entire continent, but such a good thing was wasted like this, if he knew that it was the army of the Vecchia Falcon, he would have to fight a dozen of them!

"Don't be nervous, four hours at most, and you'll be released!" the fat man looked at the Marquis of Belantek, whose nervous head was sweating, and looked at the sky overhead. said indifferently

The Marquis of Berantke was shocked, and then said in disbelief: "Release?"

The fat man shrugged his shoulders and said with some humor, "Release, don't you understand? Doesn't my Saraanth speak standard? We don't kill you, you can go home, hold your wife, have children, live in a peaceful environment, and be called Lord Berantek by the neighbors, not General Berontek by the soldiers."

"Yes...... Can...... Why are you hitting us?" Belantek's face was confused, and he hit and released, what kind of logic is this?