"How did you know? Xiwei, you are just a sailor! It is not good to listen to rumors."
Kege raised his eyebrows. Only killed soldiers and not civilians? Impossible.
Yes, no civilians were killed.
It was just in that war that all Xuanlan people became soldiers.
Xavier did not answer Kege, and the Xuanlan people fought one after another to defend the soldiers in cloth armor from Sentinoa's mechanical armor.
They swarmed in like a tide, and the iron-condensed blade sliced through their necks with ease.
The walls of the Nori Barbican.
"Alvin, retreat! Alvin, what are you doing?!" Herb Onkwe yelled at his son. The first city wall was completed, and the city of Noli without a moat had been breached.
"Dad, the fierce attack of the large siege machinery is to attract the attention of the Norwegian guards. There is no word retreat in the dictionary of the Angkewe family!"
Alvin Onkwe wore silver armor and stood majestically on the city wall. The next moment, he jumped down from the stairs, turned over and climbed onto his precious white horse.
"Soldiers of Angkowe, charge! Let us guard Nori!" Alvin pointed his sword, and the soldiers around him roared resoundingly.
What a fighting maniac! Qiute looked at his president with admiration, then pulled his horse back and galloped towards the inner castle.
"Soldiers from Norway, follow Master Angkewei's footsteps and charge!"
Weir's roar came, the long and melodious trumpet sounded from the tower, and the soldiers roared, led by Young Master Onkewe. Their enthusiasm was aroused, and that was the eldest son of the Onkewe family in Norway.
!
"Mr. White, it's Mr. White! There are also Mr. Kege, Mr. Long, Miss Niya, and Adjutant Xiwei!"
The rebels breathed a sigh of relief. The commanders on their side were already on the scene and they were no longer in chaos.
Because with the charge of the soldiers of the Angkowe family, the well-trained Norwegian guards once again reorganized their formation. The cavalry firecrackers exploded among the rebels, and the soldiers who were seriously injured were trampled by horse hooves.
Because of the participation of the Angkwe family in the war, the tide of the battle was instantly reversed, and the rebels were defeated steadily.
Alvin held the long sword, and he once again pierced the sword in his hand into the heart of a rebel. Few people knew that he was a trainee knight.
The Angkewe family's first 18-year-old trainee knight in a century. Even if you look at the whole of Norway, his talent is ranked among the best! In the swordsmanship class, if he hadn't given way to Karin, the other party might not have been able to do it.
Three rounds passed in his hands.
He was given the mission to prosper the Enkewe family, but in fact he is a madman obsessed with swordsmanship, and his sword is only used to hit all opponents.
Alvin once again blocked a rebel's harpoon thrust. He blocked the harpoon with his backhand, and then thrust the sword in without mercy.
The soldiers of the Angkwe family beside them roared, and they swept all the way. The rebels composed of these civilians fled under their offensive.
"That's not right..." Alvin suddenly felt a trace of fear in his heart, and his natural knight's sixth sense told him that something terrible had appeared.
"Everyone, stand back!" Alvin yelled, his voice drowned in the roar of anti-aircraft guns.
He turned sideways suddenly, but the soldiers around him were not so lucky. Anti-aircraft guns penetrated their bodies, and their hands holding the spears gradually loosened, and then they fell to the ground.
"Who is it!" Alvin felt sad and angry. He turned his head, and the fingers holding the sword turned slightly white.
"Baron Holmland! It's Baron!"
The rebels also turned their heads, and when they saw clearly the man illuminated by the ore lamp, the crowd burst into cheers.
"I'm sorry everyone, I'm late. I deeply express my condolences to your dead friends and family members. Their families should receive adequate pensions and be buried in the cemetery in the name of soldiers."
Baron Holmland stood on the hill. He looked down at the soldiers of the Enkewe family below the hill, and then bowed deeply to the rebels.
"It's the Baron! The Baron's troops have also gathered together, let's launch a general attack!" Keiger smiled, as if he had taken a dose of reassurance.
"Is that Baron Holmullander?"
Xavier turned around and looked at the hills behind him. The man above was in high spirits, with heavy snow on his collar and his fur cloak fluttering in the wind behind him.
"Yes, it is indeed your Lord Baron."
Niya stood next to Xavier. She looked at Xavier who was wearing thin clothes with some worry. Just now Xavier put his cloak on Niya's body.
"Adjutant Xiwei, are you okay?" Niya looked at Xavier nervously. She looked at his frail body, as if it was about to be blown away in the wind and snow.
"Me? It's not a big problem, I'm not afraid of the cold." Perhaps because of his cold body, Xavier has not been afraid of severe cold since he was a child, and he even likes the feeling of cold.
"There's a fire..." Beside Alvin, a soldier looked in the direction of the Nori Castle, and the little bits of fire were slowly expanding.
"They set the wooden structure of the city wall on fire!" Alvin exclaimed.
"Put down your arms, or you'll be sure to dodge the next flak, boy of Enkowi."
The voice of Baron Holmland appeared, and the surviving soldiers of Enkovi surrounded their young master, with more or less wounds on their bodies.
But for a while, no rebels dared to approach!
"Everyone, thank you for following the Angkewei family for so many years."
Alvin stood among the soldiers and suddenly spoke.
"The Angkwe family did not surrender."
Alvin said this very calmly.
He thought he would roar loudly at the last moment of his life, but he suddenly understood a lot. He looked at his soldiers apologetically, but there were some things that were better than life.
"The Angkwe family did not surrender!" the soldiers shouted, repeating the words of their young master.
They rushed towards the rebels in front and fell one by one, not forgetting to kill one more enemy before dying.
"Is this what is called chivalry? How stupid."
Baron Holmulande slightly raised the barrel of the musketry soldier beside him, and the musket shells tore through the night and penetrated the heavy snow.
"Give him a knight's death." Baron Holmulande sighed.
"Next, capture the outer fort, push the defenders into the inner fort, and then occupy the city. What the soldiers did is not counted in military law. This is their reward."
Baron Holmland took out his handkerchief from his coat, dusted it off, and followed his adjutant.
"The occupation of the barracks is very important. It can be used as a temporary base for us. And once again send a letter to Luo Lei. As long as he surrenders, we will not harm the nobles and civilians."
"Understood, sir." The adjutant nodded and watched Baron Holmland leave.
"Ahem..." Alvin stood in a pool of blood. Surrounded by him were the corpses of his own people. Their bodies were pierced by harpoons and sword blades, and their bodies were covered in bruises.
Even he could only support himself with the blade of the knife stuck in the ground in front of him. He was exhausted.
After all, Alvin was still too young and had no actual combat experience. He rushed into the enemy with a group of people alone. Support was cut off and all the tribesmen soldiers were wiped out.
The rebels were also scarred. They looked at the noble young master and the one who had been close to him was killed instantly. They wanted to kill Alvin to receive the reward, but who knew whether he could still be violent?
No one wants to be the one who stands out.
"Tear" The rebels were suddenly torn open, and a man came in fighting. His swordsmanship was already very good, and he was dealing with a group of dying rebels.
He charged into the very center effortlessly.
"Teacher..." Alvin looked at the gloomy-looking man and smiled bitterly. His eyes darkened and he could no longer support his body.
The man led Alvin to fight all the way, and the rebels could only watch them go away and disappear into the night.