Black Iron Crown

"Run! Don't fight them! We will die!"

"No! I want to leave here! You get out of here!"

Under the sudden attack of the knights, a part of Earl Zhebo's army completely collapsed, crying out loudly, and running around wearing single clothes.

Apart from them, the troops of Leiner's vassals also rushed to the enemy's camp at this time.

More soldiers rushed in with spears and swords, giving Earl Zhebo's soldiers a feeling of enemies in all directions.

"Damn it! Hold on to me! Hold on, everyone!" Earl Zhebo couldn't care less about his demeanor anymore. His precious, flawless bearskin cloak had slipped off his body and fell into the white In the snow, there is a stark contrast.

However, his shouting did not bring any confidence to the soldiers. Several of his followers surrounded him, and the knights who followed him to the expedition had only put on their armor until now, and they rushed out of the larger tents. He got out and looked for Earl Zhebo.

"Go and stabilize the soldiers! Let the officers stabilize their subordinates! These are just some insignificant enemies, tell them that as long as they cheer up, they can easily wipe out all the enemies!

Just now Earl Zhebo was still calmly saying that this was just the defenders in the castle seeking their own death.

But now, he can't say such words anymore. More than half of the army under his command and those of the nobles have already been in chaos and fled, and the remaining half are also in a state of confusion.

At the same time, Earl Tewarin had assembled all his troops, and the soldiers put on their armor and prepared for battle within fifteen minutes.

Looking at the flickering lights in front of him, he narrowed his eyes slightly, stroked the extremely delicate beard trimmed on his chin, and said, "Let's wait a bit...see the situation before making a decision..."

He felt that this matter was not that simple, and he subconsciously felt that something bad might happen.

The battle outside the city is so fierce, and the castle is also undercurrents.

A team of about fifty people quietly appeared at the gate of the city gate, and the soldiers guarding here were already lying in a pool of blood.

"Open the city gate! Let's go out and seek refuge with Earl Zhebo!" Baron Tufko, his eyes flickering in the darkness, licked his lips as if he had made up his mind, and said softly to the soldiers and knights beside him.

Hearing this, the three soldiers quickly grabbed the winch of the city gate and began to twist slowly.

The creaking sound suddenly sounded on the city wall, and the empty night sky echoed, just like a monster that suddenly appeared, making a terrible and tooth-piercing roar.

"The city gate is open, Lord Baron!" The three soldiers returned to Baron Tarkov and said.

He nodded, feeling guilty in his heart: "But I really have no other choice, Lord Earl... According to this situation, we have no hope... I can only renege on the oath I made to you!"

"Let's go! Let's go out of the city and join Earl Zhebo!" Baron Tarkov wiped the slight snot on his nose and said with a wave of his hand.

The group of people suddenly looked like mice crossing the street, and Qiao Dan walked down the city wall along the steps and walked towards the city gate.

to the city gate,

Baron Tarkov stopped suddenly, and he suddenly heard a loud sound of horseshoes.

His complexion changed drastically. It was absolutely impossible for Earl Zhebo to attack the city in the middle of the night, not to mention that cavalry was not needed for the attack.

He took a deep breath, frowned and said, "Don't move yet!"

With that said, he held on to the hilt of his sword and quickly walked up the stairs to the top of the city wall. He looked down along the gap between the battlements.

The flickering fire, and the flickering soldiers fighting under the light of the fire immediately came into his eyes.

This is a massacre. Countless people who are thinly dressed and even have no weapons are being armed to the teeth, and the army covered in iron armor wantonly kills them.

Baron Tarkov continued to look into the distance, and suddenly found that a flag was flying above the charging knights...

"Red...golden, with a crown, with an iris pattern...flag..." Baron Tarkov's legs softened, and he sat on the ground weakly, raised his hand in front of his eyes, his fingers All cramping.

"Quick! Hurry up!" Baron Tarkov stood up from the city wall in embarrassment, and ran towards the stairs quickly.

"Immediately!" He urged himself with a ferocious face, the fear in his heart turned into motivation at this moment, and he ran extremely fast.

"Hurry up! Everyone go back to sleep with me! None of this happened today! Everyone go back with me!" Baron Tarkov gritted his teeth and growled at the soldiers.

Seeing Baron Tarkov like this, the knights and soldiers did not dare to say anything, and followed him to the resting place in desperation.

However, they had just walked for a while when suddenly a team of open flames came up to them, led by a dozen other vassals. He looked at Baron Tarkov.

"Heh...haha... My dear colleagues, are you also here to check the defense of the city wall?" Baron Tarkov forced a smile.

"Quickly put away your hypocrisy, Baron Tarkov!"

"Have been a bloody betrayer, and now are you going to be a liar?"

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Baron Tarkov's face became paler, and he pretended to be calm.

"Go to hell, you bloody traitor! You son of a bitch!" A vassal cursed with a hideous face.

At this time, Baron Tarkov's back was cold, almost drenched in sweat, and his eyes were almost spinning, flickering flames, the expressions of the vassals were obviously like solemn statues, looking at Baron Tarkov There was despair in his eyes.

"Let your people lay down their weapons, Baron Tarkov!" said a vassal, "Give up unnecessary resistance, and we will hand you over to the Earl!"

Hearing these words, Baron Tarkov's face suddenly turned pale, he exhaled a puff of white smoke, looked at the hundreds of soldiers waiting in front of him, and then glanced back at his subordinates who were restless and vigilant Looking at the subordinates of the huge team in front of them, their bodies immediately collapsed.

He really didn't have the courage to continue, he just wanted to survive.

"Put down your weapons..." Baron Tarkov said to the soldiers behind him as if his strength had been drained from his body.

"But, I should still have the right to wear a sword, right?" Baron Tarkov said while holding the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

"Of course, you are still a nobleman!"

In this way, Baron Tarkov and his team were detained, while the other vassals climbed up the city wall and began to check the situation outside.

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