"Dodge! Dodge!"

call out--

boom!

Amid the howling of the artillery, the screams of the defending soldiers sounded one after another on the city wall, with several screams of dying and painful groans of injuries from time to time. Looking at the ground that was almost stained red with blood, Amed shook his head, trying to restore the vision of the ghost that had appeared due to the explosion, but it was of no use. There were still ghosts in his vision, his ears The side is full of the aftermath of the explosion, covering all the surrounding sounds.

"Retreat! Retreat! Evacuate the city wall! Evacuate the city wall!"

I don’t know how long he can finally hear the outside world in his ears. He looked at the officer who opened his mouth not far away in confusion, trying hard to hear what the other party was saying, but before he could hear clearly, one A cannonball fell from the sky, and it happened to hit the officer's upper body. The opponent almost had no time to dodge. The upper body of the whole person was cut off by the cannonball, and only the lower body, which was spraying blood, was still standing there. After a while, the lower body that lost its support collapsed.

"Run! Run!" Ahmed yelled frantically in his heart. He wanted to struggle to get up from the ground, but the soles of his feet were trembling violently. At this moment, a terrified soldier ran towards him. , Directly pulled him by the arm and pulled him up from the ground, dragged him and ran to the arrow tower, while running, the soldier also hurriedly shouted: "It's crazy! Everything is crazy, Ah Dmitry, run away and stay away from the city walls! The Winsters are simply messengers sent by the gods to punish us!"

"Punish? Messenger? What are you talking about?" He looked at the soldier in confusion. Although his brain is still messy and messy now, he still knows the identity of the other party. He grew up on the same street as himself. Tal, the son of a blacksmith.

However, Tarr seemed to have not heard his question, and still dragged him to the arrow tower, and rushed into the tower a few steps, and as soon as he entered the tower, the mess inside shocked Ahmed. He It can be clearly seen that the location of the original shooting hole in the tower was blasted out by Winster’s artillery. On the opposite side, a deformed iron ball was firmly inlaid on the wall, with a little flesh and blood drawn on it.

Seeing all this, Tal was also taken aback. He looked through the big hole to the Winster shelling position that was still bombarding outside the city, cursed a few words in a low voice, and then dragged Amed towards the stairs. There were many soldiers running in panic at the entrance of the stairs. Each of them had a deep fear written on their faces. The violent shelling of Winster’s army broke their stereotype of war. Compared with artillery. Under the horror of the dead soldiers, the original cold weapon battle looked extremely gentle.

Because he had to drag Ahmed, the oil bottle with his leg injury, Taal's escape speed was extremely slow compared to those soldiers, but he did not give up Ahmed because of the latter he had been with since childhood. Good friends who grew up.

"Tal, thank you." Seeing Taer sweating profusely, Amed couldn't help but whispered. Tal also heard what he said, his movements were obviously taken aback, but soon he continued to run, his mouth opened slightly, and he heard a loud and deafening noise, followed by a violent shaking. A shell actually penetrated the city wall at the top of the city gate, smashed into the stairwell with an unstoppable impact, and killed two soldiers who were only a few stairs away from Taer and others, and then cast off unabated. It once again penetrated the thin wall of the stairwell, flew into the city, and smashed heavily into the roof of a private house.

The sudden change caused Taer to soften the soles of his feet, and he couldn't support the weight of the two people. He rolled down with Ahmed. The equally shocked Ahmed didn't even have time to let out a scream, as smooth as a ball of meat. Rolling down the steep stairs, he only felt that his body was taken care of by dozens of big men as sandbags. The skeleton of his body was falling apart and the pain was unbearable. He wanted to swear bad words, but he even had the strength to swear. Not at all, I can only lie in the rocks, feeling my consciousness rapidly falling into the abyss of darkness.

...

I don't know how long it took before Amed finally regained consciousness. He opened his eyes with difficulty, but the familiar ceiling of the barracks caught his eye. The pain in his whole body had not disappeared, making it difficult for him to even turn his head and observe the surroundings.

"You are awake." A voice sounded abruptly from the side, gathered together, and a fairly handsome face appeared in front of Ahmed. He recognized this man. The owner of this face was the second son of a nobleman. , Was also a member of King Du Bois who fled back to the city after his defeat.

However, why he appeared in the barracks and asked about his own situation, Ahmed was at a loss.

"I..." He opened his mouth, but found that his throat was so dry, and his words were so hoarse that it was hard to hear. The knight handed over a bowl full of clear water at the right time and held Amed's head. Fill him in. The sweet and cold water entered the throat, moisturizing the dry throat, so that Amed closed his eyes comfortably. After a while, he opened his eyes again, looked at the knight, and said, "Thank you...thank you," Lord Knight."

Although the voice is still hoarse and unpleasant~lightnovelpub.net~, it is not unacceptable compared to the first word when I just woke up.

"Amed Gago, you have been in a coma for a whole day. If you feel better later, you can go outside and get a piece of food." The knight said while examining the scars on his body, and then he seemed to be sure. There was no major injury on Dmitry's body, so he got up and walked out. Amed looked at his leaving back and found that many soldiers who were still lying on the bed struggled to stand up and salute him regardless of their injuries. It is not the perfunctory treatment of the nobles, but the respect from the heart.

What's wrong? He wondered in his heart. As if to answer the doubts in his heart, a wounded soldier lying on the opposite bed said with emotion: "Master Sorensen is really a respectable knight. He is different from other high-ranking knight masters. He cares about us. The lowly status soldiers at the bottom also care for the wounded. They are simply a model of knights among the bard population."

"A model of knight?" Amed murmured in his heart. Since childhood, he often saw noble knights being arrogant and bullying civilians at will. He didn't catch a cold about it, and what he cared about the most now was to remove himself from the dangerous wall. News of the rescued Tal.

"Blessed by the gods, Tal, don't have anything to do with you."