Time flies by.
A brutal battle, like a storm brewing, is coming.
The enemy army on the opposite side of the river under the city has almost assembled, and it seems that the offensive is only in a blink of an eye. Brooke began to direct the soldiers to deploy defenses at the top of the city. Under the arrangement of Brook, the crude defensive tools also stood on the city wall to assist the king's guards in defending the city.
It's just that the defensive force is still a bit weak. After the injury, there are less than 400 king's guards plus more than 1,000 young and middle-aged men who have not received any military training. The total is less than 1,500 combat effectiveness. It is currently the strongest guard force in Chambord City.
But this kind of strength is far behind the opponent's well-trained black armor of more than 2,000 people, it is simply a world away.
Fortunately, Chambord City can defend against danger, which takes a lot of advantage in terms of terrain.
But even so, the situation is already not optimistic.
Because in the war on the continent of Azeroth, the role of the strong cannot be ignored. If there are one or two masters on the side of the black armor who are similar to the three-star warrior Rand, then Chambord City will be in danger.
This is what Fei is most worried about.
The sun gradually rose, and the atmosphere became more and more tense.
The air seemed to be filled with invisible flames, sucked into the chest cavity, and there was a burning pain.
Fei stood under the enemy building at the top of the city, waiting for the battle to come.
The dead fat pig Gejir was not far away, his legs were trembling because of fear, the blood of the war made this spoiled young master's mind go blank, fortunately his father Bazel sent a few guards who were loyal to him Protected by his side, otherwise Gejir would have fainted from fright at this time.
It was Bazel himself who surprised Fei a little.
According to Brooke's introduction, this red-robed old ghost doesn't have any fighting power, he's just an ordinary person, so Fei ignored him after dealing with Judge Konka and Warden Oleg. The old ghost would slip down the city wall to escape, but who knew that he also went under the enemy building and stood beside his son.
"I didn't expect this old fox to value his son very much, but he still has a trace of humanity."
Fei looked back at Bazel, but said nothing.
Everyone is waiting for the battle to come.
across the river.
A whole ten phalanxes of black-clothed soldiers have finally assembled, and they are marching towards Chambord City step by step with neat steps. Their swords and guns are bright and towering like a forest. The murderous aura rushed over.
On the city wall, a needle can be heard, and everyone can hear their own heartbeat.
The legs of some young and middle-aged men who were temporarily recruited could not help but tremble, and the palms of the weapons were sweating. The bloody fight was about to come. No one knew whether they could survive the battle, but for their parents and relatives , they cannot back off.
Tread Tat Tat - The phalanx of soldiers in black stepped on a strange and orderly rhythm, pressing towards them unhurriedly like a black torrent, with unimaginable huge pressure, the sound was like drums, one after another It hit the hearts of the soldiers in Chambord City, and the rhythm became faster and faster, which was simply suffocating.
Walking in the forefront is the tower shield phalanx of the soldiers in black.
One hundred two-meter-high black shields with hideous ghost faces painted on them kept all the soldiers behind and moved forward, like a group of devils coming head-on. When approaching the head of the narrow natural stone bridge, the formation of the Tower of Hundreds shield phalanx changed from ten rows to three rows, just enough to pass the stone bridge, and then continue to press forward at the same pace as a drum.
There was not the slightest noise during the whole process. The soldiers in black were like cruel and sophisticated killing machines, operating in a strict and orderly manner, showing an unbelievably strong discipline, and advancing in an orderly manner.
This kind of performance made Fei's heart sink again.
There is no doubt that this is a well-trained elite army.
And look at the slightly scattered soldiers around him... This battle is a bit difficult to fight.
The distance is getting closer little by little.
In less than ten minutes, the tower shield phalanx walking in the front was almost at this end of the bridge. Once they set foot on the land on the north bank of the Zuli River, they would be within the bow and arrow range of Chambord City. The brutal battle is about to kick off.
Qiang-Brooke drew out his long sword, stepped on the battlements of the city wall, and shouted: "Archers... get ready!"
Creak, creak, creak—this is the sound of bowstrings being pulled. More than a hundred longbows were drawn into a full moon. The clusters of cold arrows were like the grinning grin of death, and they were shot out just waiting for Brook's order.
However, at this moment - step!
Pushing forward the tower shield phalanx of black armored soldiers at the front, suddenly stopped advancing for some unknown reason. Immediately afterwards, the other nine phalanxes, including the spear phalanx, swordsman phalanx, and archer phalanx behind the tower shield phalanx, also stopped moving forward in turn.
The whole process is neat and uniform, just like one person.
"How is this going?"
Seeing this scene, Fei frowned slightly, he couldn't figure out what the enemy commander was playing.
Brook, who was in charge of commanding the overall situation in the distance, couldn't guess the reason, but he didn't relax his vigilance at all. He jumped on the top of the wall and shouted: "Archers are ready, everyone will concentrate, no one is allowed to leave the battle position without authorization."
As soon as the voice fell, the enemy army under the city had a new change.
Four black-clothed and black-armored knights appeared slowly from behind the phalanx and walked out from the crowd. The leading knight was holding a thick knight spear about three meters in his hand, and a very ordinary one wearing a helmet, whipped and urged the horse, and walked slowly towards the city wall.
Brooke's expression changed.
He put the broadsword in his hand back into the scabbard around his waist, hurriedly walked up to Fei, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the enemy wants to negotiate."
negotiation
Fei was happy.
Feelings are in the Azeroth continent. Picking a broken helmet with a spear means wanting to negotiate with an opponent. Fei wrote down this little knowledge, maybe it will be useful in the future.
But these grandchildren clearly have the upper hand, why did they come to negotiate again
"Let them come here!"
Fei told Brook that he wanted to see what tricks the enemy commander was going to play.
"Obey!"
Brook turned back, allowing the soldier to respond by agreeing to negotiate.
Seeing the response, the four black knights on the opposite side urged the black horses under their crotches, stepped out of the bridge and walked over. They quickly entered the range of the bow and arrow, and then kept moving forward, and finally came under the main gate of Chambord City.
"By my master's order, the King of Chambord City hastened to obey orders."
The black knight code-named [1] smashed the spear in his hand to the ground, raised his head and shouted arrogantly. The strength of a one-star warrior allowed his voice to spread throughout the city wall. Everyone on the city wall could hear him clearly, and also felt the condescending demeanor that was difficult to conceal in the other party's words.
"Speak if you have something to say, and fart if you have something to say!"
Fei stood on the bridge and responded rudely. The other party's attitude made him very uncomfortable, so Fei didn't have the slightest politeness, and just opened his mouth and cursed back.
Under the city wall, the pupils of the black knight [1] shrank.
He never imagined that the king of Chambord City was actually the brute who had severely injured the three-star warrior Lande... Damn it, didn't the eagle group's report say that the king of Chambord City was an idiot? how so
far away.
The silver-masked man on the opposite side of the river, who had been observing this scene, couldn't help being slightly surprised.
But soon, an arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth: even more interesting, sending a high-ranking king to the Colosseum, such a wonderful gimmick, will definitely be crazily sought after by those perverted ladies... Hehe, it seems that things More fun than I expected!
under the city wall.
"Master is tolerant and merciful, and is willing to give you a chance to survive..."
The black knight [1] proudly raised his whip and shouted: "King of Chambord, listen carefully, the master has an order, as long as you are willing to open the city and surrender, the royal family and officials can be protected by my army, and the civilians will not die. as a slave..."
Speaking of this, Black Knight No. [1] changed his tone, sneered and threateningly said: "If you don't know what to do and dare to continue to resist, after the city is broken, no one will be left behind, and the city will be slaughtered for three days."
The words of the black knight were clearly transmitted to the top of the city wall.
Individual reactions on the city wall were mixed. Bazel, Oleg, and some officials bowed their heads in deep thought, and their hearts began to shake. A few civilians who were afraid of death also lowered their heads. It seemed that being a slave was much better than dying in battle. Of course, some people showed disdain on their faces and clenched their weapons more firmly.
All eyes were on the young king Alexander.
The decision rests with the young king.
Fei was not in a hurry to refuse, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, seeing various expressions with different meanings, suddenly his heart moved, and he said slowly: "I didn't expect the enemy to play such a trick... This is a difficult problem, haha, let’s talk about it, how should we choose now.”
Before the words fell, the warden Oleg couldn't wait to be the first to stand up.
The sycophant flickered, and said with a flattering smile: "Your Majesty, Oleg is willing to die for you, but I still think you should consider the enemy's proposal. After all, we only have less than 400 soldiers, and almost everyone is wounded. Continuing to resist may not only fail to defend the city, but also anger the enemy. At that time, everyone in the city will die... Oh, of course, Oleg said this not because he was afraid of death, but because of the consideration of his subjects. "
Although the words are righteous, the expression on the sycophant's face betrayed his true inner thoughts. The warden can be regarded as an official in the city. As long as he surrenders, he can get the protection of the enemy, and he doesn't have to die or be treated as a slave. It would be no wonder that Oleg, who is greedy for life and afraid of death, chooses not to do so.
Countless eyes of disdain and disgust were cast on Oleg like sharp arrows, but he pretended not to notice.