The Feili people retreated. They retreated simply.
Amid the cheers of the Saint Solan people, hundreds of cavalry roared while using diffuse fire to suppress the counterattack that had begun on the city wall, while shrinking their formation and getting out of the bow and arrow range of the castle defenders.
For them, this was just a show of force.
Since the plan to demoralize the opponent has been ruined, and it is impossible to charge up or break through the city wall on horseback, there is no point in continuing the attack.
The only ones who felt unwilling were perhaps the nine brave knights under the city wall.
They come from the frontier army of Fei Lie Empire. There are 135 knights among the more than 1,000 mounted warriors. In addition to the commander who is a one-star justice knight, the most powerful ones are ten brave knights who have experienced hundreds of battles.
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But now, there are only nine people left out of ten!
Another brave knight with three-star strength, who was happily laughing at the enemy just now, was now shot to death by eight arrows shot from the castle.
Being hit by eight arrows at the same time is an obvious killing!
Especially the three arrows filled with fighting spirit that hit the knight's chest, lower abdomen and neck opened a fist-sized bloody hole in his body, which looked extremely miserable.
This is the toughest counterattack by the defenders on the castle!
In the mind of Soldier Philip, this was originally an easy mission.
They thought that as long as they passed through the rugged and difficult mountainous areas where monsters were infested, and the small castle with only seven or eight armed knights according to the intelligence, they would be able to get away with it.
Unexpectedly, they encountered a stubborn resistance here.
The companions who had fought side by side with them for many years did not die in the border town filled with yellow sand and the sharp swords were shining. They did not die in the desperate situation of being surrounded and chased by countless knights. Instead, they died under the low city wall of this seaside town.
There is obviously a problem with the empire's intelligence agency. There are far more than seven or eight Saint Solan knights appearing on the city top at this moment. Moreover, there are at least three brave knights among them.
Judging from the traces of some Fierce cavalry being burned to death in the mountains, it seems that the other party may also have a magician.
However, whether they are knights or magicians, it doesn't matter to the nine brave knights.
When they left, they all focused their sharp, knife-like eyes on the face of the black-haired boy at the top of the city.
It seemed as if he wanted to carve the young man's face into his heart with a knife.
At that time, the flames rose.
In the firelight, the young man on the city wall had dull eyes and a confused expression.
Then, he shuddered, rolled his eyes, turned around and gave the Knights Felipe a big slap on the back of his head.
The knights almost broke their steel teeth.
But they didn't know that at this moment, the big head was looking at a beautiful female swordsman, hesitating... to humiliate the enemy, whether it was better to expose the head, or to expose the buttocks to attract more love.
The fire in the castle was quickly doused by people swarming over with buckets of water.
Because preparations for pouring water to extinguish fires had been made before, and most of the buildings in the castle were made of rammed earth and stones, the burning of some sheds in the open space was not considered a serious loss.
Civilians were rushing back and forth with basins and buckets, soldiers whose faces were blackened by the smoke and fire held their posts with long guns, and militiamen with pale faces were carrying corpses, rescuing the wounded, and cleaning up the remaining blood stains on the city walls.
This is the first time many of them have experienced war, and it is also the first time they have seen the charred or cold corpses of living people in front of them.
Many people couldn't help but vomited into a mess.
After the war, simple statistics showed that in this wave of enemy attacks, eleven soldiers and several times more militiamen were killed, including an armed knight under Baron Brian.
This is just a tentative attack!
Everyone can't imagine what a tragic scene it will be when the enemy builds a tower truck and a ladder and rushes up the city wall to start a close-range fight, and how many people will be killed.
People silently went about their business. They collected all the scattered arrows, sorted and dismantled the burned-out wooden sheds, took care of the wounded, and used wooden brushes dipped in water to clean the blood stains on the ground of the city wall.
From time to time, they would look up and look with respect at the knights who were busy giving orders among the soldiers, and... the boy who allowed them to temporarily leave hell!
The news about Roy soon spread among the common people and nobles in the castle.
People who didn't know Roy stared with suspicion.
A little commoner boy actually commanded eight knight lords and repelled the Feili people? Isn't this a fantasy!
People who knew Roy were surprised and excited and rushed to tell each other.
"Really? Did you read that correctly?"
"I must have seen it wrong, you poked my eyeballs out!"
"Hey, Roy boy!"
"I knew that boy was not simple!"
In the hall of the main building of the castle, Sergeant Hans's voice could be heard from a distance.
Standing in the crowd, his round face was rosy, he was full of energy, and he was shouting loudly with the pride of predicting the future.
"Among so many children, why do I only like Roy? Hey, don't look at him who is quiet and dull on weekdays. If he really starts doing things, he will definitely make no mistakes!"
I have long said that sooner or later he will rise to great heights, and look, I was right, even the knights of the Royal Guard are under his command. Tsk tsk..."
Hans was still about to praise him, but he was interrupted by the old Maxim next to him: "Come on, you like Roy, and you are not easy to control. When did you get drunk in the bar because of Roy?
Will the horse take you back?"
The crowd nearby burst into laughter.
"Then it was my recommendation that allowed Roy to enter the Lord's Mansion!" Hans's face turned red and he shouted unconvincingly: "If I hadn't known him, would I have dared to recommend him to the Lord's Mansion?"
As he said that, he turned to face everyone: "Everyone, tell me, how many jobs has Roy done in the city? Even if he looks a little dull on the surface, which boss dares to say that a big brain is not worth the wages he pays?"
The crowd nodded in agreement.
However, Sergeant Hans's words were ignored by Old Maxim.
The old man was stroking his goat-like white beard and said to the people next to him: "Really speaking, I was the first to realize that my little confusion is not simple!"
"Fart!" Hans became anxious immediately. He reached out to grab old Maxim, but was stopped by the people next to him.
"I said, what's there to argue about? It's not Roy's own fault. If you two were allowed to go up the city wall, you would have become hedgehogs!"
Aunt Mary next to her gave the two of them a cheerful look, patted her chubby hand and said: "According to me, we should be happy for Little Muddleheaded. If the Royal Knight can be attracted by him and brought to the imperial capital, he will do it in the future."
Being a royal knight is a big deal!"
"Can't Roy practice fighting spirit? Can he also be a knight?" A boy interjected jealously.
Pa, the boy had been slapped on the head by his mother: "You always said before that people don't know how to fight. You do, but what's the use? You can make the knights listen to you, and you can fight off those knights.
Help Phillie?"
The hall was a mess, with voices praising, admiring, and boasting about their own predictions or those who still couldn't believe it, all mixed together into a commotion.
In the living room on the second floor, the nobles and their children looked at each other in confusion.
No one expected that when they were severely refused to participate in the war by Baron Brian, a little handyman who was even younger than most of the people here would actually participate in the war and make such a contribution.
If you can join the Royal Knights because of this, that will be a great leap to heaven!
How could such a good thing happen to a little handyman?!
"No, I want to go find the Baron!"
A noble boy suddenly stood up!
"Why can that guy named Roy go, but we can't? In terms of martial arts, we are much better than a loser with no fighting spirit!"
"that is!"
"Let's go find the Baron!"
After hearing the noble boy's words, the group of people suddenly became excited.
"Isn't he just good at archery? In terms of archery, no one among us is worse than him! He shot two arrows and became a hero, just like he killed the knight Fei Lie... If it weren't for Mr. Hugo and the others, how could he have done it?
To hurt someone’s skin?”
The noble boy who spoke first, yelled in front of the girl with righteous indignation, and walked out of the living room first: "Let's talk to the Baron to reason with you!"
"Everyone!"
As soon as the noble children reached the door of the living room, they saw a royal sergeant guarding the main building blocking their way.
"Everyone should rest here. The Baron has to deploy defenses and command operations. I'm afraid I don't have time to explain to you."
A group of children of small manor owners obviously cannot challenge an adult royal sergeant.
"Sir, we just want to help..."
One boy explained.
"I'm sorry, but I can't. For safety, you must stay here." The royal sergeant said calmly, but his attitude was tougher than steel.
The boys looked at each other, feeling discouraged.
"Then why can that guy named Roy join the war?"
"Don't you just know how to shoot arrows? Mike and the others can too. Listen to what the stupid civilians below have done with that guy!"
At this time, a group of aristocratic ladies waving fans were chattering behind the boys as reinforcements. Only Anne was leaning in front of the living room window, staring at the distant city wall, her eyes flashing, not knowing what she was thinking.
"You can blow it in any way you want." The royal sergeant raised a contemptuous smile on his lips, and said lightly: "If any of you can shoot four arrows in a row, and fire ten arrows in a row, each arrow will force a person.
He is a brave knight, so I will send him there myself."
After saying that, the royal sergeant nodded slightly and saluted, pressed his sword, turned and walked towards his post.
Only a group of people behind him were left stunned.
"Mike?" A girl looked at a blond boy with admiration: "You can do it, right?"
The atmosphere became even more silent.
"This is the Jakarta Snow Mountain. When we reach the foot of the mountain, we must turn east."
In the temporary conference room of the guard tower, Baron Brian pointed to the sheepskin map spread out on the wooden table and said to the people surrounding him.
After the previous round of battles, upon hearing that a combat meeting was convened, the leaders of several major forces currently gathered in the castle crowded into the conference room.
Everyone understands that it is no longer realistic to rely on defending the castle until reinforcements appear. The opponent's only one round of diffusion has almost frightened the militiamen in the castle. If they wait until the enemy rushes to the top of the city, they may be attacked in one round.
The castle is finished.
After all, this is not a war-torn border town.
The people in the border towns are fierce, and they are robbers with a knife. When defending the city, as long as they can suppress it, everyone on the city wall is a good soldier. But this is not the case with Labelle. They are all a bunch of people who have never fought in a war, let alone
Farmers who have seen blood and killed people, even if they are covered with armor and armed with magic weapons, they are still a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered when they encounter fierce opponents.
Perhaps staying up for two or three days and fighting a few battles could force them to show their ferocity, but with so few troops in the castle, they couldn't withstand that long.
At this time, the only choice is to leave!
The question now is where to go.
Brother Moon and George, who had never been on the road before, stood next to Brian, staring closely at Brian's fingers and frowning. They completely ignored the disdainful looks from Hugo and other royal knights next to them.
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Matthew and Les also attended the meeting.
Prior to this, Les had been participating in the defense on the other side of the city wall. Matthew, on the other hand, was going up the city wall for the first time.
As the sole heir to the Viscounty of Wenger, Matthew doesn't want to spend his life here in vain. In his opinion, the only smart people here are Moon and George. Since the Holy Knights can hide behind, he
Naturally too.
He sent four of the six knights who followed him to participate in the defense, for Rice's sake.
At this moment, Baron Brian was explaining his proposed evacuation route. Everyone's eyes were focused on the map. As their lives and fortunes were at stake, everyone's expressions were solemn.
Roy quietly walked out of the room and walked to the open-air observation deck of the guard tower.
Seeing Roy's back, Susan touched Hugo lightly, waved to Punk, and asked in a low voice: "When we shot that arrow just now, did you feel that someone was applying a battle ring acceleration to us?!
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Hugo and Punk's eyes widened immediately and they nodded quickly.
Punk said in surprise: "I thought I was delusional!"
"It's not an illusion. If you all feel it, it's correct! My battle ring sped up at least twenty turns, and that arrow mobilized twelve levels of ring power!" Hugo said.