The war horse galloped fast between the silver-clad world and the earth. A dozen young people were riding war horses, bringing the most valuable property in their family, and leading the other barons in the north.

　　 Some of the younger children were already blushing with tears, and the cold wind like a knife blushed their tear-stained cheeks, almost cracking.

"Hurry up! Let's hurry up! Two hours later we can reach Baron Wolfe's territory! We must tell him the news!" As the eldest son and heir of Baron Falien, Banteis is like everyone else. The backbone of the heart.

　　 He endured the biting cold wind and said loudly: "Perith! You took half of the people to the northeast to pass the message, I will take the people to the northwest! Finally we met at Fort Petrie!"

"Okay! I understand! Be careful! Good luck!" After hearing the words, the young man called by Bantis waved to the young man behind. Suddenly, half of the young man diverted to him and followed him. Benz behind him.

The series of movements are so smooth that they can almost be compared with the official knights who are skilled in bowing horses. They are the most important thing in a family. They are the salaries that pass on the family blood. As long as they are there, their family will take it with them sooner or later. Unparalleled power, raging.

　　 Just as the teenagers left their homes with their last hope and rushed to other territories, the battle in Falienburg became more and more stalemate.

　　 "Damn it! Is such a castle so difficult to conquer?" This wave of earls, riding on the back of a war horse, frowned and rubbed the beard on his chin, and said fiercely.

"It seems...our plan to conquer this castle today may be frustrated!" Count Twalin appeared next to Count Jebo, and poured a large sip of warm wine into his mouth with the leather jug ​​inlaid with gems in his hand. , He sighed comfortably and wiped his mouth.

　　 Count Zhebo's face was a little bit uncontrollable, and all the troops under his command were currently undertaking the siege. Count Twarin had previously announced that he would not participate in any siege operations.

　　 "Hmph, order the army ahead to continue the onslaught! Don't stop! We must completely take down this castle today!" Count Zhebo ignored Count Twarin's words and said with a cold snort to the entourage knight next to him.

　　 The knight who received the order hurriedly went to the front to deliver the order.

　　 Seeing this, Count Twaleen shook his head, untied the kettle again, took a big sip, and a strange arc was outlined in the corner of his eyes, and he looked at Count Zhebo with a smile.

　　 The nobleman who received the order to continue the onslaught urged his soldiers to attack the city wall more urgently, and the soldiers were like beasts that were tireless and fearless, and that crazy appearance was enough to make many people afraid.

"Go to hell!" A knight swung the mace in his hand fiercely, and lifted the enemy's skull half of his head from the ladder. The red and white brains suddenly splashed on his body. .

　　 Not at all uncomfortable, he shook the blood stains on the mace, and continued to be wary of other enemy's climbing.

　　 "Let's take a break, Lord Baron!" A knight supported the panting Baron Farrian leaning on a deserted battlement, looking at him worriedly.

　　 Baron Farrian took off the peeping, revealing the chain armor cap and the cotton lining inside, hoping to breathe more fresh air.

White smoke exhaled rhythmically from his mouth. After a while, his breathing gradually calmed down. He wiped his red-frozen nose with his armband and smiled with worry on his face. The knight said: "I'm really old... I thought I was Fort Falien and some of the baron-leading brave knights next door. I didn't expect to be exhausted in a while!"

　　 As he said, he sighed and shook his head. He turned his hand back to grab a handful of snow from the battlements and put it on the blade to slowly wipe the blood stains on it.

　　 "Hey... you should pay attention... I'm worried... what's wrong with you!" The knight, who was about the same age as Baron Falien, lifted his iron visor and said with a frown.

"Ha! I'm not afraid!" Baron Falien said with a weird smile: "We have no hope of surviving... All our hopes rest on the children, and the only thing we can do is to help Lord Earl. Delay more time so that he can be more prepared to deal with Earl Zhebo!"

Hearing these words, the middle-aged knight couldn't help but feel a little sad. He just wanted to say something, but saw that Baron Farrian was wearing his helmet again, picked up the long sword that had just been wiped, and turned back: "Let's go my old buddy, Stay with me at the end!"

　　 Through the helmet, the middle-aged knight couldn't see the other's expression clearly, but he knew that his master had already looked away...Even in such a situation that it was impossible to wait for reinforcements, he did not have any negative feelings of fatigue.

　　 Without saying much, he also quickly followed with a slightly notched long sword.

　　 "Haha! I was the first to climb the city wall! It's mine for the first ascent!"

A soldier under Count Jebo jumped onto the city wall along the ladder. As the enemy was constantly on the offensive, in order to prevent the soldiers from dying out of exhaustion, Baron Falaien arranged to defend the city in turn. , Even with the more combative self-cultivating farmers, the guards in the entire castle were angered by more than 150 people. The more than 70 people guarding the city wall will inevitably have some positions that cannot be taken into account. This gives the enemy a chance.

　　 "Puff!"

The sound of an iron colliding with the flesh sounded, a handful of shredded meat and iron filings were clearly visible, and the mace with few iron thorns left him on his head accurately, completely smashing the helmet. The head inside the deformation was like half of a ripe watermelon bursting with bright red juice, and blood suddenly seeped out of the helmet.

　　 This lucky and unlucky lucky guy only took a few seconds to be proud and fell from heaven to hell.

　　 A knight shook the mace again and loudly reminded the soldiers: "Be careful! Don't let the enemy take advantage of it! Keep every ladder guarded! Speed ​​up the speed of throwing stones!"

　　 Count Zhebo saw the soldier stepping on the city wall from below, and he was very excited~lightnovelpub.net~ However, the master's restraint made him maintain his demeanor.

　　 He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Count Twarin next to him, showing a smug smile.

　　 But before he took back his smile, the soldier died unexpectedly while his eyes were open.

　　 This time, he was greeted by the specious smile of Count Twarin.

　　 "Damn it!" This wave of earls turned his head gritted teeth and turned away from Count Twarin, staring closely at the battle on the city wall.

　　 Time flies quickly, and the sky gradually darkens. There are fewer and fewer soldiers guarding the wall. The enemy has already begun to jump on the wall and start fighting with the defenders.

　　Falien's soldiers were not in good condition even if they didn't say everyone was wounded.

　　 The blood shed from the soldiers on both sides even froze on the wall under the harsh weather, making the battle even more difficult.

　　 "Be careful, Lord Baron!" The middle-aged knight helped Baron Farrian to avoid the end of his fall from stepping on the frozen blood.

　　 "It's okay... You go and help me command the soldiers first, we have to delay as much as possible!" Baron Falaien took a few breaths and said to the middle-aged knight after standing still.

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