Budar stood on the bumpy city wall, his face filled with sorrow.
In the past month, he not only defended the border city, but also counterattacked and successfully captured six cities, which can be said to be an outstanding achievement.
As an old fox, Budar knew that he could stop now. Once he captured too many cities, he would inevitably be counterattacked by the royal family, and they might all be vomited back, which would not be good.
But just two days ago, the White Tiger Kingdom inexplicably sent three seventh-level marquises, cooperating with the fourth prince Peg to lead the army, and launched a frantic attack on Shizhi City where Budar was located.
Budar relied on the power of hot air balloons and artillery to barely hold on.
However, the quantity of gunpowder and projectiles is getting less and less, and we will soon run out of ammunition and food.
Originally, he was thinking of giving up the city first and retreating to the back.
But even so, will the enemy stop their offensive?
Absolutely impossible, they not only want to take back all the six lost cities, but then occupy the cities of the Blazing Dragon Kingdom.
Budar couldn't understand how the White Tiger Kingdom invited the three marquises, and what kind of benefits did it give them?
You must know that in the previous development orders, not even a seventh-level powerhouse appeared.
But here, if you include yourself, there are four people gathered here.
Budar asked the noble next to him: "Has the third rescue team been sent out?"
"We set off this morning."
For safety reasons, he would send several knights to Dawn City for help every few hours.
I hope His Majesty will get the news and come over as soon as possible.
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There was exquisite food on the table, and the maids performed a cheerful dance.
"Lord Longfellow, Lord Cromwell, Lord Arnold, thank you very much for your help, otherwise the losses in this pioneering war would have been too great. Come, let me toast you." White Tiger Prince Peg smiled.
He looked at the three marquis in front of him. Even though he was a prince, he was very respectful to these people.
Two of them are veteran marquises who have reached the eighth level and have quite good combat capabilities.
Peg believes that in another seven or eight years, the White Tiger Kingdom will become the most powerful country in the area.
"Your Highness, you are welcome. Serving the country is the duty of every nobleman." Longfellow said with a smile. His face was full of wrinkles and his skin was as rough as bark.
Huh, if your father hadn't offered you generous terms, would you have taken action?
Although he thought so in his heart, Peg was polite on the surface: "When will we carry out the next siege?"
"Tomorrow." Longfellow said confidently, "The three of us will join forces to attack the city and capture Potala alive. Whether you can persuade him to surrender to our White Tiger Kingdom depends on your ability, Your Highness.
"
Peg was very happy. If he could capture a seventh-level marquis alive, it would be a great achievement.
After taking back six cities one after another and capturing a few more from the Blazing Dragon Kingdom, this development order will be considered complete.
Marquis Cromwell suddenly said: "I heard that the little king was very powerful. Potala and others were defeated by him. The war here lasted for two days. Will our actions lure him away?"
come over?"
Peg sneered and said: "The Blazing Dragon Kingdom is currently being besieged by several countries. Damn it, Chris is probably having a headache dealing with the Shadow Leopard Kingdom at this time, and there is no way he can come to support."
"If he dares to come, wouldn't it be better? The three of us capture him and sacrifice him to the king, and the entire Blazing Dragon Kingdom will be disintegrated." Arnold, who had been silent for the whole time, sneered, "Don't you be so naive as to think that
, can he challenge the three of us on his own?"
"Too."
"Okay, don't say these unrealistic things, let's continue drinking."
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On the second day, the White Tiger Kingdom reorganized its army and marched towards Shizuo City.
Twenty thousand knights were like a rolling torrent, a mass of darkness.
The three marquis were riding horses at the front of the team, and they would retake the original city today.
Peg was in high spirits and could finally feel proud.
This month, the enemy's huge flying objects in the sky and the loud artillery fire filled him with psychological shadow.
And today, Peg finally wants to take back everything he lost.
Potala stood on the edge of the city wall, his face very solemn.
The enemy troops are coming fiercely, and this battle is much more difficult than imagined.
More than eighty hot-air balloons rose into the sky and dropped clay bombs on the enemy.
Unexpectedly, the three Longfellows stepped into the sky, and Dou Qi appeared at their feet to help them.
They chased the hot air balloon in an attempt to bring it down.
The knight in the gondola had already anticipated this and quickly controlled the hot air balloon to continue to rise. This was the experience gained after losing twenty aircraft.
The highest level of the seventh-level powerhouse is 500 meters. The higher the altitude, the more fighting energy will be consumed, which is not as good as the magician's floating technique.
However, the three Longfellows still had a solution. Each of them carried a long bow and hundreds of arrows.
Draw the bowstring and load the arrows.
"call out!"
Dozens of arrows hit the hot air balloon one after another. These giant objects were relatively slow and difficult to dodge. They quickly hit the air bag and began to leak air.
Hot air balloons fell from the sky, and the knights inside either fell to death or were seriously injured, and were then hit by the White Tiger Army who arrived.
Seeing the losses increasing, Potala had no choice but to let the hot air balloons return first.
The enemy troops entered an attack range of several hundred meters, and the artillery placed on the city wall rushed to fire, making a trembling buzz.
The three marquis returned to the army and took up their weapons. They spotted Potala's position and attacked him.
"Stop resisting, why suffer the hardship." Cromwell approached with a big dark purple ax in his hand.
The three of them formed an angle, surrounding Potala in the middle.
Soon, a fierce battle broke out between them, and the city walls shone with fighting spirit.
The power of the aftermath was so powerful that the ordinary knights of the Blazing Dragon Kingdom did not dare to step forward.
"Sword light breaks!"
"Fighting skill, sunset split!"
"Meteorite Falling Star Hammer!"
The three Longfellows used fighting skills as soon as they came up, forcing Potala to retreat steadily.
Potala was already injured, but this time it was even more serious. The blood dyed the armor red and dripped down the edges and corners.
"I won't let you escape this time."
Arnold held a large black hammer with both hands and struck Potala hard on the chest.
"Bang!" Potala only had time to block the weapon in front of him before he was knocked away.
The three men did not stop there, they were ready to give the enemy the final blow.
"Ouch!" At this moment, a huge fiery red dragon appeared in the sky and caught Potala with its claws.