I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 93 Magic is not a free thing

"What? The city gate is about to be lost!?"

Colonel Bernal listened to the messenger's report in surprise. He couldn't believe it. The fall was too fast. I just sent a second lieutenant and twenty crossbowmen.

The city gate area is not spacious, so even if it is going to fall, it shouldn't happen so quickly.

Colonel Bernal walked to the handrail of the shooting platform in the arrow tower and looked out for a few seconds.

Now the slope in front of the fortress was dotted with tiny sparks of fire. Some defeated soldiers had already fled to the foot of the castle, shouting to open the door and let them in quickly.

It was absolutely impossible to open the door before dawn, and no one knew whether the fleeing soldiers below were real fleeing soldiers or the enemy's disguised fleeing soldiers.

Colonel Bernal's original plan was to use the city gate area as bait to lure the enemy into the narrow "passage", then send out all the ambush troops, first recapture the stone bridge, and then besiege them from the front, back, left and right to catch them all in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, Captain Motley of the City Gate District failed to fulfill his duties and was about to lose his position after holding it for a while.

There is no other way, so we can only set the trap in advance.

"Strike the brass pipe three times to notify the knights to execute the annihilation plan!"

Colonel Bernal ordered, and the guard standing beside him nodded, turned around, picked up an iron pipe, and knocked three times on a copper pipe that passed through the floor below.

The original purpose of this copper tube was for archers on the arrow tower to communicate with those below. By putting their mouths close to the trumpet-shaped hollow copper tube and speaking, the person on the other end of the tube could clearly hear what the archers were saying even if they were a hundred meters away.

To prevent the brass tube from being eavesdropped by the enemy, Colonel Bernal chose to knock three times as the signal to initiate the operation.

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The enemy is very tenacious.

Polka, protected by two foot knights, stuck his head out to observe the battlefield ahead.

Polka was the nominal commander of this operation, but the person who actually commanded these count's private soldiers was another captain, not him.

So, Polka now has plenty of free time to observe the battlefield and let his mind wander.

To be honest, he admired the enemies in green uniforms. Under the cover of his invisible force field, the raid by the Earl's private soldiers was very successful.

However, after they captured the suspension bridge and the stone bridge, they were still unable to defeat the enemies in green uniforms head-on.

The enemy fought and retreated, and their coordination was not very tacit, but they dared to fight and sacrifice themselves. Polka saw several times that the soldiers equipped with smoothbore rifles turned around and rushed towards the count's private soldiers without hesitation.

They were using their own deaths to buy time for their comrades to retreat.

Bolvin admired the enemy's self-sacrifice. If he were not on the opposite side, he would definitely applaud the latter's sacrifice, or even shed tears.

It’s so tragic and full of comradeship.

"Lord Bolvin."

A call made Bolwen look to the side. It was the Earl's captain, who was now holding a bloody axe gun. His face was serious, and his short and neat beard on his chin was stained with a few drops of scarlet.

"The troops need your help. I need you to cast a spell to defeat the enemy in the passage ahead. Their line is very tenacious, and the muskets they fire in turns prevent my men from entering."

"Are you sure?"

Bolwen subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed a hair on the side of his temple. He pulled it hard, and with a slight sting, he pulled it off his head and held it in front of his eyes to observe it carefully.

Most of the hair was still light golden, but the part near the end had turned abnormally grayish-white. From Bolvin's observation, this grayish-white part occupied nearly one-fifth of the length of the hair.

The captain hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, exhaled heavily, and nodded solemnly.

"I am certain, my lord."

Since the captain was sure, Bolvin no longer hesitated. He turned around, bent down, and took off the chain mail, revealing a dark blue robe embroidered with silver runes.

These runes on the robe are auxiliary tools for Bolwen to cast magic, and the chain mail is made of iron, which is not conducive to the flow of magic power. Normally, Bolwen needs it to block the arrows that may fly towards him, but now that he needs to cast magic, it becomes an obstacle.

After Bolvin took off his chain mail, he took out a small wooden stick from his arms and pointed it forward. Before he started, he tilted his head and looked at the captain beside him.

"Do you need me to launch a magic attack or perform auxiliary spells to help your people break through the blockade of lead bullets?" The captain widened his eyes. He didn't quite understand what Bolvin meant.

"Uh, this, that, I don't quite understand, please feel free to play with me, sir."

Bolvin shrugged his shoulders, weighed the pros and cons, and decided to launch an attack... No!
Before he began to cast the spell, Bolvin suddenly looked up at the wall on the left side of the hall, then looked back at the stone bridge.

"There's no time to explain too much, Captain. Quickly send people to reinforce the stone bridge and defend the secondary fort!"

The captain didn't know what was going on, but he knew Bolvin's ability, so he raised his hand and pointed at a platoon of axemen, asking them to turn around and go back.

Then, Bolvin raised the wand in his hand, pointed it at the wall on the left, and the magic power gathered at the tip of the wand.

"A wall of force stands before me, blocking everything and protecting me!"

When the spell ended, a beam of magic power shot out from the wand and landed on the ground. In the blink of an eye, a wall composed of light blue light was shaped by magic and rose from the ground.

Almost at the same time, the stone wall pointed by the magic wand moved slowly with the sound of gears meshing, as if being pushed by a giant, and then fell forward.

The stand wall blocked the collapsed stone wall, making a low humming sound, and the part of the stone wall hit by the stand wall was covered with rubble.

The standing wall swayed slightly during the collision, shaken by the impact of the stone wall, and also protected the twenty or so earl's private soldiers standing on the left.

When the stone wall completely collapsed, blowing up a large wind mixed with dust and energy, the stance wall that had completed its mission also fell apart.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

Amidst the muffled war cries muffled by their helmets, a large group of heavy infantrymen in grey robes swarmed out from the passage exposed behind the collapsed stone wall, charging towards the Earl's private soldiers with lances and knightly swords in hand.

Thanks to Bolvin's magical protection, the Earl's private soldiers were spared from being crushed to death by the stone wall, and they also had a certain amount of time to react.

So, when these gray-robed heavy infantry rushed out, they did not see a group of panicked enemies, but a row of heavy infantry standing in neat rows, ready to meet the enemy.

The two sides immediately collided in this small hall where there was no room to retreat and no extra space to dodge. The halberds stabbed, the knights' swords slashed, and the clanging sound of iron was endless.

"For the honor of Deep Blue..."

"Bagnia is supreme!"

The hand-to-hand combat between heavy infantry was brutal. No matter whether it was a halberd, a knight's sword, or even a chain hammer or a pointed war hammer, none of them could kill the enemy in one blow.

If you want to kill a heavy infantry enemy, you must withstand the enemy's attack, swing your weapon with all your strength, and hit his helmet repeatedly and many times.

Only when the helmet is deformed and cracked, the skull inside is shattered, and the smelly blood gushes out, will an enemy stop struggling and fall to the ground.

Bolvin saw with his own eyes that the Earl's trusted captain stood at the front of the battle line. He roared and stabbed forward with his axe gun raised high.

He first pierced a shield with the spike on the spear head and hung it on something, then smashed the axe spear and the shield heavily on the opponent's neck, chopping and bleeding.

At this time, the gray-robed foot knight, who was also an officer, was not dead yet. The neck guard on his neck was very reliable. Even though it was broken, it still protected the wearer. The foot knight growled, threw away his sword and shield, and grabbed the axe and spear with both hands, preventing the captain from retracting his weapon.

Another foot knight next to him held the tip of the two-handed sword in his right hand and pressed the middle of the sword with his left hand. He used the two-handed sword as a war hammer and smashed the hilt with the counterweight ball heavily at the captain.

In just a moment, after the counterweight ball on the hilt of the sword came into contact with the captain's high-top helmet, a small dent appeared on the captain's helmet, causing him to involuntarily take two steps back and lose both his axe and spear.

"Lord Bolvin!"

The captain growled Bolvin's name, drew the conical armor-piercing dagger hanging from his waist and pounced forward.

He rushed towards the foot knight who was trying to pursue the victory and swung his "war hammer" at the other earl's private soldiers, knocked him to the ground, and then stabbed the latter's ribs with his dagger.

Bolwen understood what the captain meant. He sighed and raised his wand again under the protection of others.

It looks like I’m going to die here tonight... As expected, it’s really hard to repay a favor from a great noble!

"The force field condenses, transforming into an arrow, piercing through the clouds and splitting the rocks, striking you..."

(End of this chapter)