Black Iron Crown

The war horse galloped quickly between the silver-clad world, and a dozen or so teenagers were riding on the war horse, carrying the most valuable property of their family, and heading for other barons in the north.

Some of the younger children's eyes were already red from crying, and the cold wind like a knife blew their tear-stained cheeks red, almost splitting open.

"Hurry up! Let's hurry up! We will reach Baron Wolff's territory in two hours! We must tell him the news!" Bantis, as the eldest son and heir of Baron Fallane, seemed to be the leader of everyone backbone.

He endured the biting cold wind and shouted: "Perriss! You take half of the people to the northeast to pass the news, and I will take the people to the northwest! Finally, we meet at Fort Petrie!"

"Okay! I understand! Be careful, and good luck!" The boy who was called by Bentis waved his hand to the boys behind him after hearing the words, and half of the boys immediately diverted to him and followed him. Mercedes behind.

A series of movements are extremely smooth, almost comparable to formal knights who are proficient in bows and horses. They are the most important thing in a family, and they are the firewood for passing on the blood of the family. The incomparable power and influence ignited blazingly.

Just as the teenagers left their homes and rushed to other territories with their last hope, the battle situation in Faline Castle became more and more stalemate.

"Damn it! Is such a castle so difficult to conquer?" The earl was riding on the back of the war horse, out of the shooting range of the bow and arrow, frowning and rubbing the beard on his chin, and said angrily in his heart.

"It seems... our plan to conquer this castle today may come to naught!" Earl Twarin appeared next to Earl Zhebo, holding a leather jug ​​inlaid with gems in his hand, and poured a big gulp of warm wine into his mouth , said with a sigh of relief and wiped his mouth.

Earl Zhebo's face was a little uneasy. Up to now, all the troops under his command were attacking the city. Earl Tewarin had announced before that he would not participate in any siege operations.

"Hmph, order the troops in front to continue the onslaught! Don't stop! This castle must be completely captured today!" Earl Zhebo ignored Earl Tewarin's words, and said to the accompanying knights with a cold snort.

The knights who got the order hurried to the front to convey the order.

Seeing this scene, Earl Tewarin shook his head, took off the kettle again, took a big sip, and with a strange arc drawn in the corner of his eyes, he quietly looked at Earl Zhebo with a half-smile.

The nobles who received the order to continue the onslaught urged their soldiers to attack the city wall even more urgently, and those soldiers were like wild beasts that were tireless and fearless, and their crazy appearance was enough to make many people terrified.

"Go to hell!" A knight violently swung the mace in his hand, and lifted the head of the enemy soldier whose head was half exposed from the ladder, and the red and white brains sprayed on his body immediately. .

Not feeling uncomfortable at all, he shook off the blood stains on the mace, and continued to be vigilant against the climbing of other enemy troops.

"Have a rest, my lord baron!" A knight helped the panting Baron Fallane to sit on an empty battlement, looking at him worriedly.

Baron Fallane took off his peek, revealing the chain armor cap underneath and the cotton lining inside, hoping to breathe more fresh air.

Bursts of white smoke exhaled rhythmically from his mouth. After a while, his breathing gradually calmed down. He wiped his red nose with his gauntlet, and smiled at the worry-filled face. The knight said: "I'm really old... I think I was the most brave knight in Farienburg and the barons next door. I didn't expect to be so tired in such a short time!"

As he spoke, he sighed and shook his head, grabbed a handful of snow from the battlements, put it on the blade of the sword, and slowly wiped the blood on it.

"Hey... you'd better pay attention... I'm worried... something unexpected happened to you!" The knight, who was about the same age as Baron Faline, lifted off his iron mask and said with a frown.

"Ha! I'm not afraid!" Baron Falan said with a strange smile: "We have no hope of surviving... All our hopes are pinned on the children, and the only thing we can do is to help the Earl Delay more time, let him prepare more adequately to deal with Earl Zhebo!"

Hearing these words, the middle-aged knight couldn't help but feel a little sad. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Baron Falan put on his helmet again, picked up the long sword that had just been wiped and turned back: "Let's go, my old man, One last ride with me!"

Through the helmet, the middle-aged knight couldn't see the opponent's expression clearly, but he knew that his master had already looked away... Even in such a situation where it was impossible to wait for reinforcements, he did not show any negative and tired emotions.

Without saying much, he quickly followed up with a long sword with a slight gap.

"Haha! I was the first to climb the city wall! The first to ascend the wall is mine!"

A soldier under Earl Zhebo jumped onto the city wall along the ladder. Since the enemy army has been attacking non-stop, in order to prevent the soldiers from exhaustion, Baron Fallane arranged to defend the city in turn. , Even with the addition of more combat-effective yeoman farmers, the defenders in the entire castle are more than 150 people. It is inevitable that more than 70 people guarding the city wall cannot take care of some positions, which gives the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of.

"puff!"

The sound of an iron object colliding with the flesh sounded, a handful of shredded meat and iron filings were clearly visible, and the mace with few iron thorns left hit his head accurately, smashing the helmet completely The head inside the deformation was like a half-ripe watermelon bursting out with bright red juice, and blood immediately seeped out of the helmet.

This lucky and unlucky man fell from heaven to hell in just a few seconds of complacency.

A knight swung the mace again, and loudly reminded the soldiers: "Be careful! Don't be taken advantage of by the enemy! Keep every ladder guarded! Speed ​​up the speed of throwing stones!"

Earl Zhebo was very excited when he saw the soldier climbing up the city wall from below, but the restraint of the superior still allowed him to maintain his demeanor.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Count Twarin next to him, showing a smug smile.

However, before he could withdraw his smile, the soldier died in front of his eyes.

This time, it was Earl Twalin's specious smile that greeted him.

"Damn it!" Gritting his teeth, the earls of this wave turned away from looking at Earl Twarin, and stared closely at the battle situation on the city wall.

Time passed quickly, and the sky gradually darkened. There were fewer and fewer soldiers guarding the city wall, and the enemy soldiers were able to jump onto the city wall and start hand-to-hand combat with the defenders.

At this time, even if the soldiers under Falan's command were not injured, they were all in poor condition.

The blood shed by the soldiers on both sides even froze on the city wall under the harsh weather, making the battle even more difficult.

"Be careful, Lord Baron!" The middle-aged knight helped Baron Falane, preventing him from falling when he stepped on the frozen blood.

"It's okay... you go and help me command the soldiers first, we have to go in and delay for a little longer!" Baron Falan took a few breaths and said to the middle-aged knight after standing still.

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