Black Iron Crown

"Damn it! They're all a bunch of trash! Idiots!" Earl Zhebo ruthlessly threw the whip in his hand to the ground.

It was already evening at this time, and the battle on the city wall was still not over. The army attacking the city wall had changed several rounds, and there was still no sign of conquering it.

Even with the replacement attack method, the soldiers are still complaining. Not only do they have to face the threat of death, but they also have to continue to attack. Physical exhaustion and mental tension make them almost completely devoid of fighting spirit.

Earl Zhebo felt the war-weariness and exhausted movements of the soldiers, and while furious, he reluctantly gave an order to suspend the attack.

As the enemy army retreated like a super ebb tide, the defenders on the city wall collapsed to the ground one after another. They panted heavily, and white smoke rose up, completely ignoring the blood and internal organs on the ground. , This kind of joy of surviving a narrow escape has made them careless for a long time.

"Son of a bitch..." A knight took off his helmet and couldn't help cursing. He gradually sat up straight and leaned against the battlements, and whispered: "These guys finally retreated. As indefatigable as a pack of mad dogs?"

"They are also attacking alternately, similar to us!" Baron Fallan walked to his side and sat down, and the other knights also moved closer here.

"Really... I don't know how those boys are doing now..." A knight looked at the dim moonlight in the sky and murmured.

"..."

Hearing these words, the knights who were quite happy at first fell silent. They were all concerned about their children who had already fled.

It's not just about their sons, there is concern between father and son, there are also worries passed on from family to family, they are really afraid that something will happen to their children and their family heirs.

If this is the case, then they will not die with peace.

"Okay..." Baron Fallan waved his hand and said, "They must be safe. They are all trained and strong young men. Who can do anything to them!"

"That's right! Haha, they will definitely be able to live with the blood of the family!" A knight beside him chimed in.

At this point, the atmosphere on the city wall was restored.

"Weixin! Give me something to eat!" Under the joy of the rest of his life, all the knights started to brag and fart one after another. One knight pushed the shoulder of his friend who was leaning on his back and said, "Give me something to eat!" , I know you still have it! Isn’t it just a little dried meat! How stingy!”

"Weison... Wesen!" The knight didn't get a reply, and got up immediately after he noticed something strange.

"Plop..."

Just as he got up, the comrades behind him suddenly lay down on the ground straight.

"Damn it!"

He cursed, then hastily put his hands under his nostrils to feel for breath.

"what happened!"

The abnormality here was also noticed by others, and the knights gathered together with Baron Fallane, looking at Wesson who was lying on the ground, frowning and asking anxiously.

"Huh... still breathing!" the knight tried a bit,

Finding that Wei Sen was still breathing, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and raised his head and said to everyone.

"He probably just fell asleep. After fighting all day, he must be exhausted!"

In this way, the knights followed Baron Farlane back to the main castle. They had to rest well and prepare for the next day's fierce battle.

At the same time, Bantes has arrived at the first destination.

"You mean, Earl Zhebo is going to sneak attack the Earl?"

"Yes, Baron Boku!" Bentis nodded solemnly, with a serious expression on his face.

"Earl Zhebo led a large-scale army to appear on the outskirts of Fort Faline. There are about six or seven thousand enemy troops. My father led the knights to stall for time in the castle. Let us report the news to the adults!" Speaking of this, Bantes' expression was a little sad.

Seeing this, Baron Boku also sighed and patted Bentis on the shoulder, facing the enemy army of six or seven thousand people, what would happen to Baron Boku? He didn't know, he was terrified While counting the strength of Earl Zhebo, he is also full of respect for Baron Farlane.

No matter what kind of conflicts there are between the nobles, he will never slander such a glorious thing.

In this way, Bantis didn't make any stop after passing the news to him, and immediately rushed to the next destination.

Early the next morning, Baron Falan got up early from the bed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he hadn't rested well.

There were also knights who went out with him. These knights were well-equipped, and at most they suffered some injuries, and those blows would not kill them.

Seeing most of the wounded soldiers on the city wall, Baron Fallane and the knights couldn't help being silent.

After patrolling with a long sword, Baron Fallan suddenly smiled, turned his head and spoke first: "It seems... today is the day we go to find the Holy Father!"

"Yeah! I hope I can still go to heaven..."

"You still want to go to heaven with the things you usually do? Dream!"

The knights began to laugh and curse, but the bitter smile at the corner of their mouths could not be separated from that bitterness no matter what.

"Woo..."

The desolate horn sounded from outside the city wall, and densely packed enemy troops appeared below the castle.

Thirty ladders leaned against the city wall again. I don't know what kind of promise Earl Zhebo made again. Countless soldiers rushed up the city wall along the ladders like a rising tide.

Today's battle is more difficult than yesterday's. Due to the loss of a lot of troops, it is impossible to cover everything on the city wall. It is inevitable that many enemy troops will jump on the city wall for hand-to-hand combat.

At noon, Tao Yang was hanging high in the sky, and a rare warmth appeared on the earth.

However, at this time, Baron Falan's heart was as cold as ice for thousands of years.

"Abandon the city wall, Lord Baron! We can't hold it anymore! We only have thirty people left! Most of the archers can't draw their bows anymore! Let's retreat to the main castle! That is our last retreat!"

Listening to the heart-piercing words in his ears, Baron Fallan looked at the city wall that had been gradually occupied by the enemy, and what echoed in his ears were the howls of soldiers being hacked and killed by the enemy.

"Retreat to the main castle!" Baron Falan gritted his teeth and shouted full of grief and indignation.

Perhaps thousands of years later, no one would have imagined that such a soul-stirring event would have happened in this land, but if they inquire about the supernatural stories here, they might be able to learn the rumors of the sad and angry Baron Falan.

At this moment, Baron Farlane was holding a long sword and leaning against the pillar in the lord's hall. His helmet had long since disappeared, and his light red hair had been completely dyed red, and blood became his hair dye. , he didn't even seem to be awake at this moment, he was panting heavily, and the long sword in his hand was dripping blood.

In front of him were corpses scattered all over the ground. These corpses were the knights who had followed him before.

Their blood stained the ground red, and they did not let go of the long swords in their hands until they died.

"Surrender! Don't make unnecessary resistance!" An officer stepped up and said softly to Baron Fallane.

Baron Falan turned a deaf ear to it, glanced at the enemy in front of him, smiled, and laughed louder and louder.

Just when the enemy army was looking at him without knowing the so-called, he suddenly rushed out with the long sword in his hand.

"puff!"

A soldier looked at the spear in his hand in surprise, and then at Baron Fallane who had been pierced through, a little at a loss.

"Hey..."

"Ho...hehe...hehe...hahahaha..."

Baron Farlane's shrill, distorted laughter suddenly sounded, echoing in the empty lord's hall, and to these soldiers, it sounded as terrifying as a deadly ghost.

"I did my best! I did my best..."

Baron Falan kept spitting blood, but he still murmured: "Bantis...you have to live up to it..."

This is his last concern.

Gradually, Baron Falan's pupils slowly collapsed, and his body gradually collapsed, falling from the tip of the spear, and fell to the ground with a plop.

At this point, after holding on for two days, Farienburg was declared to have fallen.

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