Pavel's knights led Vladimir and his son as they ran all the way. Only then did Vladimir see clearly that there were no jailers or soldiers in the damp and dark dungeon, leaving the prisoners alone waiting to die. Fortunately, now, they
Saved. The knights used battle axes to break the iron locks and rescued the still alive Snow Eagle Legion soldiers.
Like Vladimir and his son, they were tortured in this dark and gloomy dungeon, and their respect and love for the queen had long turned into hatred and disgust.
"General! Is that you? You are here to save us!"
The soldiers shouted loudly.
Vladimir could only wave his hand to signal everyone to be quiet——
"His Royal Highness saved us."
The old general responded loudly to everyone's questions, because Pavel's knights are still around. In name, they are powerful people to assist Vladimir, but in fact, they are Pavel's spies around Vladimir.
Kimil knew that Pavel was not really confident about him.
"For Prince Pavel!"
Vladimir shouted immediately, and in the dungeon, the slogans were chanted, one wave after another. Pavel showed a long-lost smile at the door. It was a satisfied smile. Finally, he had a group of his own
A soldier who belongs to his own admirers.
On the Tsar's Avenue, the musketeers defended their position. In front of the low fence, there were piles of corpses. Wave after wave of northern soldiers rushed up, and when they were only a hundred meters away from the musketeers, they all fell down. Blood.
Dyed red, the holy road leading to the palace is now littered with corpses, like a river of blood. The soldiers of the shooting army stood on the piles of corpses and continued to shoot at the enemies in the street.
When Vladimir arrived with his team, the battle had already entered a fever pitch. He saw the city burning and countless thick smoke rising from the streets and alleys of Kislev. Even during the Chaos invasion
The city that had never been captured was actually captured by the Northern Allied Forces at this moment. The refugees who were panicking and the soldiers who were beaten to death were all so bloody. A woman was crying and running wildly on the street with her child in her arms, and she ran into them head-on.
Vladimir in military uniform.
"Damn it, where are you going? Run over there!"
Vladimir could only guide the woman to escape to the best of his ability. Although he knew that even if he escaped, there might not be a good result. How should a woman, with a baby who can't walk, survive in this dark and dangerous world?
Survive?
"General, we can't make it through. The ammunition of the shooting army can last at least half a day."
Veteran Lucis ran over panting. He had just returned from the front line. Within the shooting range of the shooting army, corpses were everywhere. It was a bloody road made of blood and corpses. Red is its color, floating in the air.
There was a strong smell of blood, and the soles of the soldiers' feet would slip when they rushed forward.
Vladimir only felt his heart tightening. Although those soldiers were not his soldiers, they came from the north and gathered from various castles in the north. They had nothing to do with him. However, Vladimir did not want to see more
Many people died in the civil war and died in this city. Kislev should be a great and bright city, a city full of life. It should not be like the Colosseum like it is now.
Slaughterhouse...
Suddenly, he thought of a way to defeat the enemy. Street fighting, street fighting, what is street fighting? It means fighting in the streets and alleys of the city. The fighting should not be limited to the main streets, but should be carried out across the board. All the alleys, all the houses.
, are all battlefields. The war has inevitably involved everyone in the city. He has no choice but to do this. Yes, Vladimir is too familiar with this city. He grew up here.
Big, he knows every street and every house very well. The houses on both sides of the Tsar Avenue are densely packed. It seems that there are no other roads leading to the main road, but in fact, this is not the case. There are still roads.
"Brothers, follow me!"
Vladimir shouted, then drew his sword and stepped forward. The soldiers did not understand what their commander wanted to do, but followed behind him out of trust.
Soon, Vladimir and Boris got into the narrow and dark alleys of residential areas. The roads here are very narrow, and some places can only accommodate one person to pass sideways. More than two hundred veterans of the Snow Eagle Legion
They followed the former commander and moved forward with difficulty until they reached the end of the alley, where there was a high wall made of stones.
"General, there is no way!"
The people behind shouted to remind him.
"No, there is more."
Vladimir replied calmly, and he immediately kicked open a wooden door. Behind the collapsed wooden door was a pair of frightened mother and daughter. The mother was holding her daughter and hiding in the corner of the house, shivering. But Vladimir did not
Ignoring them, he ordered the soldiers to follow him and move on. He took the lead, climbed over the fence with his son Boris, and came to another resident's house. Without saying a word, he kicked open the back door of this resident and then got into another house.
In the alley, dim light fell from above, and smoke filled the air, covering half of the sky.
Vladimir just told himself, hurry up, hurry up! Every step they take faster may save a life from death.
Finally, the front door of the last resident was kicked open, and for the first time, this death squad, composed of veterans of the Snow Eagle Legion, appeared behind the Kislev Shooting Army.
"For the Snow Eagle Legion!"
Where the knight failed to follow, Vladimir roared loudly. The veterans behind him were like beasts coming out of their cages, charging at the unprepared shooting army with the flames of revenge.
Hearing the shouts of killing, the soldiers of the Shooting Army turned around, but the distance was not close enough for them to load ammunition and complete a round of salvo fire. After sporadic gunfire sounds, the soldiers of the Snow Eagle Corps fought with the Tsarist Shooting Army.
together.
Vladimir took the lead and slashed at the enemy with a big sword. His son Boris was even more heroic. The dark dungeon life could not erase the young man's spirit. Boris rushed forward before the enemy fired, holding the dagger in his hand resolutely.
Suddenly, it was stabbed into the throat of the infantry of the Shooting Army. Blood spattered on his face. The other veterans of the Snow Eagle Legion were fighting with swords, axes, warhammers, and spears. At this moment, the position of the Tsar's Shooting Army,
Suddenly misfiring.
"Attack! For Kislev! For the King in the North!"
Seeing this scene, the northern soldiers on the front line shouted loudly. Lord Jigel got on his horse, drew his sword, and led the cavalry to charge angrily.
The long and narrow front of the Shooting Army was attacked by the two forces, and was gradually swallowed up. The Musketeers caught in the close combat were mercilessly slaughtered...