Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 213

   Thirty minutes later, the restriction of the outer defense line was lost, and no one was going to hinder the speed of the Beastman army anymore.

Facing the warhorn herd that surrounded them from all directions, von Tugenheim and the rest of the knights also had to temporarily evade their attack and retreat into the inner fort of Duncan Castle. With the falling of the heavy wrought iron gate, The entire inner fort is a reef isolated in the sea of ​​beastmen, and it is in danger of being destroyed at any time.

  The coalition forces were in trouble, and only a small amount of long-range ammunition was moved into the inner fort, which accommodated more than 1,200 people at the same time, making the inner fort extremely crowded.

  Bonfires were lit one after another, bringing some warmth to the physically and mentally exhausted soldiers. Many soldiers were too tired to stand on their feet. Regardless of the muddy land that melted the frozen snow, they seized the time to rest and fell asleep on the ground.

   "Lord Tugenheim, can we...can we hold on until Lord Lellen returns?" Standing on the tower in the middle of the inner castle, a white wolf knight said in a dull tone.

"Yes, as long as...we can hold on." Von Tugenheim was unwilling to think about the worst situation, but the army of living Beastmen was right in front of them, and they still had the advantage, and the coalition forces were even more powerful. Lost the few mortars, and regardless of success or failure, the coalition forces have dropped from more than 1,700 to more than 1,200 before the night has passed, retreating to the inner fort in a corner, and then Come down to defend the city, what are they going to fight with?

"...Maybe, Lord Lailon, he has escaped?" A soldier whispered: "It is more likely that he has already died in battle. I would rather believe the latter situation. There is no other meaning. I just want to Said, the name of the imperial hero cannot be sullied...."

   "Shut up, you idiot!" Nikas Francis drew his sword in anger, and the angry eternal knights surrounded him directly, ready to strike at any time.

   "I, did I say something wrong?!" The soldier was still chattering, shouting loudly: "Dear sir, please tell me, if it wasn't for the tactics proposed by your baron, we would have come to this point?"

   "Damn bastard!"

   Watching the bloodshed that is about to happen.

"Enough! I said, enough! I didn't see the chaotic chaos, do you have to fight against the wall at this moment?!" Von Tugenheim almost roared and ordered: "Damn it! , let me go to the city wall to carry the equipment, and use your strength to chop at the beastman!"

   "As ordered."

   Outside the inner fort of Duncan Castle.

   "Humans... gather again... and wait for... death." The warhorn leader roared.

"The end of all things...approaching, the hoofless...doomed...to perish." The scarlet eyes of the four-horned beast king Ungol stared at the tower of the inner castle. As long as this stone building is broken again, the humans inside will be slaughtered , the herds of the man-made tribe will enjoy the feast of human flesh.

   "Listen to... the oracle... attack!" The beastmen gathered around the inner castle, ready to attack.

  Beast roars and human shouts intertwined in one place, and the atmosphere condensed again.

  But just when the beastmen were about to launch an attack, a piercing pain and extreme mental torture suddenly swept through the entire herd.

"no no!"

  Without exception, a vision appeared in the mind of each horned beast, which was the picture of the screaming shaman Peroz being cut in half by a white blade, and the final scene of the magic stone being destroyed.

"Peroz...dead! The magic stone...destroyed, the golden.....the Hoofless!!" The four-horned beast king clasped his head in his claws and roared again and again. It hit the wall uncontrollably, and even broke the horns on its head I don't hesitate.

  Originally the whispers of the dark gods in the minds of the beastmen turned into roars of anger after the destruction of the Demon Rock, a tremor from the soul, forcing the creations of chaos to frantically search for a way to appease the anger of the evil gods.

   "Aw... hoo—"

Soon, an unbearable beast couldn't bear the roar in its head, screaming in pain, but in the next second, it was hacked to death by the same kind of crazy knives. Gradually, the army of beastmen in Duncan Castle began to fall into complete madness , They first caused chaos, and then all the beastmen lost control, and the four-horned beast king Ungol could no longer suppress his herd.

  The madness of the wild beasts first slaughtered the captured hoofless people, and then they began to collectively launch the final attack towards the inner fort of Duncan Castle.

   Von Tugenheim was keenly aware that this might be a successful surprise attack.

   "Shoot, shoot!" The sergeants roared.

The three walls surrounding the main castle were full of crossbowmen and musketeers. The order was given, the arrows were fired, and the dense barrage poured out from the walls, nailing more than a hundred horned beasts running to the ground. At the same time, the three heavy cannons aimed at the location of the Four-Cornered Beast King and fired at the same time. The Hell Serial Blaster even fired large-caliber shells, "Da da da—"

  After the destruction of the tribe Wanmoyan, all the war gangs in the man-made tribe lost their allegiance to the Beastmaster, and now they are only running towards the same enemy temporarily, barely maintaining the restraint of the beast nature.

  But now, the human castles in front of us are extremely difficult to conquer, their populations are decreasing every minute, and the dark gods urgently need a blood sacrifice, a grand blood sacrifice, to calm the anger of the evil gods.

  When the first bighorn beast, which mutated into a chaotic egg due to its crazy mutation, swung its sucker tentacles and strangled the three inferior horned beasts around it, the blood sacrifice goals of each beastmen war gang had changed.

  At this moment, war gangs and war groups that believe in different evil gods are killing each other.

   Beastmen who believe in the same evil **** are also killing each other.

The chaos that is tantamount to mutiny was shown in Duncan Castle, thousands of beastmen were fighting to kill each other, and the scene of machete against machete happened right in front of the eyes of the coalition forces. , are beasts.

"...Marquis Tugenheim, the beastmen... went crazy, they actually killed their own kind." Armand asked himself, this was the first time he had seen such an absurd scene, the scene was so tragic, bloody, and tyrannical that it even made it difficult for a long time. The battle-tested Winter Wolf Knight secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

   "Well, it looks like this." Von Tugenheim nodded with some difficulty. Although he didn't believe it in his heart, it happened in front of his eyes, and the adopted son of the White Wolf Elector had to believe it.

  The soldiers on the city wall were also dumbstruck. The Beastman army that was attacking the city one second, fell apart in the next second.

"What are you doing standing there?! Fire!" Nicas Francis frowned and shouted loudly, the defenders on the city wall came back to their senses, and then, more dense arrows rained towards the herd of beasts in chaos Save and shoot away.

   "No... stop, command... stop!" The king of four-horned beasts walked in the herd, cutting down its group ruthlessly with a serrated knife.

  With the loss of the Myriad Demon Rock, its control as the Beastmaster has disappeared. In a few minutes, Ungul was challenged by many Warhorn Beasts and Doomsday Bulls.

   "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

   "Four-horned Ungol...failed, Wanmoyan...destroyed, it is not worthy... Beastmaster!"

   "Kill it... eat it!"

   In the endless chaos, the army of the Man-made Horde collapsed on its own.

After chopping down three doomsday bulls and more than 20 warhorn beasts, the four-horned beast king's fur was covered with beast blood, and his anger could not be appeased. All dead: "Bastard... attack, hoofless!"

"Moo!" Several doomsday bulls reconquered by Ungol completely obeyed its orders. Under the control of powerful war beasts, a small number of beastman's machetes once again moved towards the inner fort where the coalition forces were located. However, Benny - Sutson won't give it another chance.

   "Bang bang bang—"

The hot muzzle of the cannon ejected more than one meter of flames, and one of the enchanted solid shells bombarded the Beastmaster's chest and shot out. , The solid shells drew a string of blood alleys, stirring up dust.

"Roar..." Angour froze on the spot, the jagged knife fell to the ground with a clang, it lowered its head full of bone spurs, its animal eyes looked at the big hole in its chest, Angour could smell the familiar The smell of meat, only this time, is its meat smell, kneeling down, the last whisper of the beast king when he was dying, just like the moment when he became the beast king: "Four corners, four corners~~~"

Seeing this, dozens of horned beasts rushed towards Angour's body. They competed for blood clots, especially the two pairs of horns that symbolized the status of the beast king. The bighorn raised its **** four horns high, and then stuck them on top of its own head, ecstatic: "Four horns~four horns~~!"

"Puff puff-"

  From the top of the city wall tower, the Hell Chain Blaster cannon sweeps, and the nine barrels shoot out a steel barrage. It is not suitable for facing a single behemoth, but the Hell Chain Blaster can definitely clear a street.

  Including the four corners, all the Beastmen who were scrambling for the bones of the former Beastmaster were killed, leaving only corpses scattered all over the place.

The chaos has escalated, and until the new Demon Rock is established, the Beastmen will maintain this state until a new Beastmaster is elected, a new oracle is obtained, and once again relying on **** conquest to suppress all warbands, Battlegroup, reproduce the man-made tribe.

   This is destined to be a long process. The construction of the Wanmo Rock requires years of precipitation, and it is a long and tormented process. In at least five years, the beastmen in the forests around Duncan Castle will participate in the battle for the position of Beastmaster, and start a fierce competition.

In front of the inner castle wall, under the continuous output of long-range firepower, the Beastman tribe that fell apart from the inside no longer had the will to fight. They withdrew from Duncan Castle during the fight and fled into the forest, leaving behind devastated and corpses everywhere. Such as those human settlements destroyed by the Beastmen.

  Under the command of the adopted son of the White Wolf Elector, the coalition forces recaptured the outer city wall, and the small number of Beastmen who fled inside the castle were all purged by the fire.

   "Victory, we won!!"

   This night is destined to be an extraordinary night.

  Since then, the feats and glory of the man-made disaster tribe have been swept into the dust like dry bones that fell on the ground.

  The next morning, the morning fog did not recede.

Lairen, who was dusty and covered with dew on the surface of his armor, finally returned from the northern forest. Only nine of the dozen or so knights who attacked with him remained, and a wood elf ranger fell asleep in Draco. Wald Black Forest.

  Duncan Castle was completely silent. When Laeren saw the lingering gunpowder smoke and burning flames in the direction of the castle, he thought that Duncan Castle had fallen, until a halberdier on guard found Laeren and the others.

After entering through the severely damaged gate, many knights looked at their dignity. They sat down on the ground in a disfigured way, shoulder to shoulder, back to back, sleeping soundly, and the bonfire around them had already burned out. After a little embers, the heat was still radiating.

  After fighting all night, the soldiers were too tired to stand up. Most of them were lying on the ground, and they were extremely exhausted, and they snored loudly.

   "..." The corners of Lairen's mouth curled up a little. The bloodstains and broken weapons all over the place had already told him about the arduous battle that took place in the castle last night.

  He is proud of the soldiers, and also happy for the victory.

  The sentry soldiers led the way for Lelen, stepped on the debris of wooden buildings, and marched along the main road from the castle to the Sigma Church. Von Tugenheim and the others rested overnight in the ruins of the church.

Judging from the earth bags built up, the artillery position in front of the church, among which the four extremely eye-catching lumps of scrap copper and rotten iron, should be four mortars, but they were hacked with numerous marks by the axes of the beastmen. If it is handed over to the best dwarf engineer to repair it, he will spread his hands and shake his beard with anger, thinking that he is deliberately making things difficult for him.

   Pushing open the two-person high wooden door, if the wooden boards that are barely connected together can be called a "door", von Tugenheim leaned against the corner of the wall to sleep soundly, and snored like thunder.

"Slept so soundly, I'm jealous of this guy." Adrian and Hector stood in front of Nikas Francis, the baron flag officer stretched out his hand, and then a chestnut hit Francis on the forehead : "Enemy attack!"

"What? Why is the enemy attacking again? Didn't the Beastmen be chased away by us?" Nikas Francis stood up suddenly, opened his sleepy eyes that were almost closed together, and subconsciously touched his waist Saber.

   "It's just an exercise, and the reaction is good." Adrian Gently looked very serious, but he still couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"Adrian, you bastard, do you know how many beasts I killed last night?" Francis said angrily. The next second, he noticed Laeren's gaze and immediately came back to his senses: "My baron, You are finally back!"

   "Yes." Baron Draco nodded slightly, signaling him to continue to rest, but just now Adrian's voice woke up everyone in the church, and they were no longer sleepy.

   "Leren?" Von Tugenheim took a deep breath. He barely supported his body, only feeling that he was about to fall apart, and his whole body seemed to be floating on clouds, which was a sign of extreme fatigue.

   "Thanks for your hard work, Tugenheim, we have won." Lellen stepped forward, supported him, and said with relief: "From now on, Duncan Castle belongs to the Empire."

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