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"Boy, do you want to be a mascot or a crow's mouth? What a rant! If you dare to fool around, be careful to plug your mouth—"

"Die (kill)! Die (kill)!!"

The small army formed by iron armored infantry burst out roaring suddenly.Forty regular soldiers opened their voices and vented their inner emotions unscrupulously. They stomped on the ground and beat the weapons in their hands neatly. They were indeed shocking for a while, causing little Albert to get goose bumps.However, in their shouts, they could hear unmistakable despair, like a desperate pack of wolves, driven to the edge of a cliff by a beast.

Paul released his fingers and took off his helmet in silence.Gerard Chevalier shook his head slightly, as if unbearable.Above the wall, most of the civilians and soldiers were infected, and they consciously stopped whispering. Some people even scratched a cross to pray for the enemies outside the wall.

The monster was indifferent to this.They allow mortals to cry, and the rhythm of doing things remains unchanged.Take the main force of the attacking iron armored infantry as an example. The three-way monsters all line up in a neat four-way column. The first few rows of soldiers, without exception, are all left-handed shields and right-handed sharp blades. The front of the body is strictly covered.

Although these shield-bearing monsters are not covered with iron armor, they are covered with a lot of dirty mud. Seeing the thickness, only military swords can split them.Their heads are long and heavier, and their bone plates are much thicker than mortals, as if a small boat is directly clasped to their necks. The foremost "bow" is sharp and sharp. Even if it does not open its mouth, it is enough to poke directly over it. A pot.

Behind the shield monster, followed by the sparse formation of archers with about half of their accomplices.They also have a slightly humpback and large heads, but their tails are longer and there are more bits and pieces on their heads. The "midships" and "sterns" are completely occupied by thick or thin attachments.Those strange parasites, long like poisonous snakes and short like poisonous mushrooms, will spew out strange “smoke” from time to time, covering the owner's head.

The archer monster was not disturbed.Their formations are equally neat, and they are much busier than their infantry companions advancing sullenly.Every ten steps they take, they will stop solemnly and throw a wave of gleaming arrows at the army; this seems to be a ritual, a sacrificial ritual from the depths of darkness, with the benefit of the wings. The arrow serves as a sacrifice, sending the current mortal army into destruction.

The iron-clad infantry under the Baron can only stand in place and take the blow silently, waiting silently for the enemy to complete the encirclement.If the situation continues in this way, the success of the ceremony will become a pure matter of time.

The reserve team left in the barracks finally lost its breath.The number of them is not large. Even if twenty people are the top, they are very brave.I saw these Tommy boys lighting torches and holding lanterns, while shouting war roars in English, they hurriedly rushed to the west entrance and galloped towards their companions in desperate situation.

A knight risked his life and jumped on the stubble to yell at them.But his call hardly worked, and it only slowed the reserve team's action.At the same time, the enlistment of serfs was not idle. They ignored the life and death of the regular soldiers. Without exception, they all chose to flee, or alone, or in twos and threes, and rushed towards the direction of Kotweimel.

They certainly did not come to seek asylum.No matter how soft-hearted Gerald Chevalier is, it is impossible to put down the suspension bridge at this time and at most order the militia to stop shooting.The serfs were enlisted because of the darkness that lies between the barracks and the wall.This area seemed extremely calm, with neither regular soldiers beatings nor monsters' membrane-winged arrows. As long as they could escape inside, they could leave the killing and bleeding behind and return to their hometown without any interference.

If there are no ambushes there.They might really get what they want.However, where the surface is calm, there are often deadly traps hidden.After the serf left the light area, the dark area where there were only insects, immediately became screaming again and again. Everywhere there were the "plops" of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the muffled sound of sharp blades chopping meat and bones, listening to the little Albert. Here, it's like a slaughterhouse magnified a hundred times.

A few minutes later, scattered survivors returned along the original road to the west entrance.Some of them have their limbs cut off, and blood will be sprayed from the wound every step they take; others are completely frightened, staggering forward and laughing, holding in their hands corpses that do not belong to anyone.

Little Albert only glanced at it twice, then moved his gaze aside.This is not what the world should have at all, enough for him to have nightmares for a week.He wanted to help these poor bugs very much, but there was no good way to think about it; not to mention the militia-soldiers, everyone had their own battle positions, and they couldn't leave.

At this time, the only people who can help are the regular soldiers at the west entrance.Although they could not fight the ambush in the dark, it was still possible to put the survivors back into the barracks and let the serfs find a place to rest.However, mercenaries, sergeants, and knights did not do this, not only because of the beams laid before, but also because the enemy's threat was too strong:

The longbowmen were harassed by the membrane-winged arrows and the monster infantry at the same time. Several small groups fought separately, and they were all cut down.The army formation of armored infantry was squeezed on three sides by shield monsters, and people on both sides kept falling to the ground. The battle between you and me was very fierce.The reserve team that rushed to rescued the knight from the toilet with a shield.Next, although they caught a group of monster infantry and tried to flanking the army front and back, but at the camp behind them, dots of phosphorous fire appeared...

"They're done."

Someone made a whispered comment, right next to Albert.This is a big truth. Although the regulars and the knights played very bravely, they are destined to be powerless, and it is only a matter of time before they are destroyed.Even the eleven-year-old Lu Meng family knew this clearly.

The longbowman was completely out of help, no need to say more.The reserve team and the knights totaled more than 20 people, and the scale was indeed not small, but they were fascinated by the authorities and had no idea that they were bitten by the enemy.The monster marksman in the dark is even more entangled in this group. After a while, one of them will fall down and continue to bleed them.

Reluctantly considered decent, and the only ones who have achieved results are armored infantry. When confronted in front of an open area, the hook sickle with a long handle and a wide blade is indeed more convenient than a short one holding it with one hand, and it does not hurt to face it. But the problem is that this is also their only advantage, and it is still being weakened.