Pioneering

Chapter 183 Countless casualties
"Henry!" Viscount Crow, who hastily put on his armor, led a group of nobles to the sinking city wall, just in time to see his brother being shot by John's knife and falling to the ground.

The officer Henry, who was held in Crowe's arms, widened his eyes and wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word. It turned out that he had swallowed his last breath long ago.

"Everyone, please fight the enemy bravely, the time has come to be loyal to the principality!" Khalil looked as usual, calmly commanding the nobles to lead the private army into the battlefield.

Viscount Crowe leaned over to the two priests with red eyes:

"If the two of you can help me avenge my brother's revenge, I can guarantee that from now on, there will not be a single person in my territory who is not a believer under the crown."

In the past, the gods were silent, and no miracles appeared for a long time, and the power of the Fengshen Church also shrunk again and again. In order to show their loyalty to the king, the nobles naturally kept a distance from the church as long as they could.

The Fengshen Church's branch in Andreoya has nothing to do. On the surface, everyone is a good believer under the crown, and the church tax has never been short, so they can only pinch their noses to recognize it.

Now that the majesty under the crown has returned to the world, and the church has the momentum to regroup, how could this not be a good opportunity for missionaries to show their talents.

Of course, Viscount Crowe didn't make a judgment on the spur of the moment, but he saw signs that the Fengshen Church was regaining power, so he went there with an excuse.

Hearing the words, the two green-robed priests looked at each other and nodded imperceptibly.

When encountering someone who took the initiative to seek refuge, there is naturally no reason to push it out.

The invisible and traceless wind spread into the battlefield, and the divine art derived from the authority showed its power, and the casualties of the warriors rose suddenly.

The nobles of the knights brought their respective knight orders, bursting out with colorful grudges, and pushed back towards the army of warriors on the city wall.

Although the border province of Clareven is poorer and weaker than the other five provinces, even the entire province has a population of 300 million more than that of "Devon County" which is being attacked by Andreoya's rebel army.

But there were still three nails on the broken ship. For the sake of their lives, these nobles tightened their belts and assembled more than 5000 knights, and hired the famous "Tomahawk Mercenary Corps".

In addition, there were more than 1 knights in the principality's first batch of reinforcements.

Before the war, there were more than 7000 vindictive knights in Budapest.

In the round of artillery bombardment just now, the more than 1000 knights on duty at the west city wall evaporated in place before they could immediately show the majesty of the armored heavy cavalry.

Now Khalil hastily mobilized more than ten thousand extraordinary knights.

For a while, relying on the limited space on the city wall and the gathering of strong men, risking their lives, they actually pushed back the warrior army a little distance, and seemed to drive them off the city wall.

"woooo~"

Under the desolate and majestic slogan, the warriors retreated one after another, and retreated from the city wall in an orderly manner.

Viscount Crowe was overjoyed: "Asha is nothing more than that, he doesn't have any blood courage, and dares to violate our border.

Brothers, charge me and fight back? "As he spoke, he was about to lead the Knights to mount their horses and go out of the city to pursue them.

Khalil frowned. Although it was hard to see how many enemy troops there were under the darkness of night, there were not a few of them. How could they retreat so easily?
"Wait a minute, Viscount Crowe, calm down, there may be fraud!" Khalil stopped.

"Your Excellency, you are too informative. What kind of foundation can a regime that usurps the country by chance..."

Before Viscount Crowe could finish speaking, a small officer who was lucky enough to survive the magic artillery bombardment saw a frightening light shining not far away again, and shouted: "Get down! Get down!"

Viscount Crowe wondered, "What did you say?"

"BOOM—!"

The thunderous explosion resounded through the night again, and a flowering bomb hit Viscount Crowe's head a few meters high, and exploded suddenly, blasting steel balls and fragments of iron to the surroundings.

"Fuck!"

Viscount Crowe released his grudge subconsciously, and the blue grudge lingered around his body. Although it was blown up in waves, it still protected Crowe's life.

But there are a large number of trainee knights around who have not reached the level of formal knights and cannot show their fighting spirit. It will be miserable.

Under the dense and bright flames and the huge roar, in an instant, the shock wave of the explosion caused violent vibrations in the air, and hundreds of knights were sieved by the strong shock wave and explosives.

Fragments, bones, and pieces of meat were scattered at high speed, forming circles of killing circles with large radii.

The solid stone city wall that had lost the protection of the magic circle was also greatly shaken, cracks appeared, and countless broken stone residues burst out.

"Retreat! Scatter and retreat! Go down the city wall!" Khalil's eyes were tearing apart. These are the most elite extraordinary knights in the principality, and they are the foundation of the principality's nobles!

After this round of bombing, more than 2000 knights went away.

After another round of shelling, Khalil, who had left nearly [-] knight corpses behind, scattered into the city with the rest of his troops, obviously planning to fight in the streets.

The sequence priests who were using the "Wind Breath Shield" magical technique did not dare to stay. No amount of recovery potion could withstand this saturated bombing.

The third-order sequence priests are not as good as an earth knight in body, and they are absolutely incapable of resisting shells with their bodies.

"Stop the bombardment and seize the city gate!" Salt immediately ordered to stop the use of the magic cannon.

A moment later, Salt stood on the west wall, watching the army of warriors under his command accept batches of prisoners from the standing army, and looked at the invisible darkness in the city, wondering what he was thinking.

At this time, Salt saw the brave soldier John with big eyes again, and stopped him, asking, "Is that John?"

"Yes, sir," John replied with a salute.

"What do you think of this siege battle?" Salt asked.

John thought carefully: "We have only achieved a small half of the victory goal, and the next street battle will be more difficult."

"Then is there any way to help us win at the least cost?"

John was silent, and said after a while: "Sorry, sir, I can't help it."

"No, your expression tells me that you have. Tell me what you think, this is an order!"

John's face changed from hesitation to struggle to determination, and he said slowly: "Burning the city!"

"Ha, John, I really read you right, you are a born war embryo, and I will recommend you to His Majesty."

John closed his eyes and murmured: "May the God of justice forgive me, I just followed the bounden duty of a soldier..."

The divine name that Zhong Ming tried his best to promote, on the contrary, did not spread as fast as some unexpected nicknames.

"Okay, okay, what are you pretending to do with me, you brat. There are no civilians in this city for a long time now. This city is now a pure strategic fortress, and it will not hurt your conscience."

John was obviously relieved, and after saluting, he turned and continued to receive the captives.

The fierce and bloody street fighting is about to kick off.

(End of this chapter)