From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Chapter 325 Seizing the City

In the evening, the sky is as heavy as night.

Outside Corta.

The earl stood in front of the military stronghold, watching the soldiers who continued to attack from the gap in the collapsed southern city wall. Victory was close at hand.

Prince Sariel personally led the troops and defeated nearly ten of his own armies one after another with a fierce attack.

The main reason is not how good the other party is, but that as a leader, he is simply unable to make the nobles under his command obey. The private army is extremely independent. Although his status is higher than these nobles, he is far from able to do so. The point that determines his life and death.

There is no benefit, no effort, not even the heir to the marquis, Tuze Ashwood, can do anything, let alone him.

As night approached, the Earl's brows became more and more frowning. He could not leave, otherwise this hard-won gap would be repaired by the earth magician, and all previous efforts would be in vain.

Five to six thousand soldiers were defeated, and less than 40% of the defeated soldiers were later recalled. The real number of deaths should be around 3,000.

The entire eastern army of our own camp is only just over 30,000, and the 12,000 people attacking the Colta territory are already one of the absolute main forces. According to Tuze's plan, once Benshi City sends troops to support, the garrison outside the city and the siege troops will simultaneously Turn around and attack.

The thousand cavalry of the previous prince were obviously not worth shrinking the trap. Moreover, if the opponent was captured and Tumitit could not pay the ransom, the matter would have to be brought to the royal capital, which would be too cumbersome.

But the thousand cavalrymen have now become a serious problem. With so many private armies failing to consume a thousand men, one can imagine how wasteful the nobles in their own camp are.

Fortunately, he set up a bait without notifying the Viscount in the reserve army of the relevant information. After letting the bait out, as long as that person takes the bait and bites it, Wolf Fang can lead his army to defeat him.

A monster with the head of a griffin and the body of a lion landed in the sky above the city of Colta. The count was confused when he saw it. The gryphon is a specialty monster of the Bekalite continent and should not appear in the Asra country in the central continent.

Before he could react, Colta's auxiliary door opened, and more than two thousand soldiers rushed out of it. This was the last force in the Viscount's territory. For this reason, the chief knight of Colta's Viscount even gave up the defense of the city wall.

As expected, the brutal fighting began.

"Something's wrong." The count turned to his guards and said, "Send more sentry cavalry and scatter the remaining cavalry."

"Understood." Guards took the order.

The fight to the death should also take place when the city wall is completely breached. This act of committing suicide does not make much sense, and the reason why the chief knight does this is destined to rely on him.

The earl felt bad, and the wolf fang had not returned yet, but the two thousand elite cavalry were still on the plains against the enemy who had been fighting for a long time, and there should be no problems no matter what.

Suddenly, the unexpected comes.

Behind the military stronghold, the sound of a group of horses galloping could be heard, and the ground shook slightly.

Immediately afterwards, three rounds of thirty-six fire bombs fell from the sky, accurately hitting important facilities such as ordnance warehouses and grain depots, causing fires.

The army camp suddenly fell into panic.

The Earl's eyes were splitting with tears, and he was mentally insulting his chief knight Wolf Fang. He immediately turned around and prepared to organize his troops for defense.

But at this time, the knights of 1,500 people bypassed the military stronghold and ran straight towards the siege troops.

On the alchemy warhorse headed by him, Jiang Yuan set aside 20% of his magic power to deal with the unexpected, and molded the rest into a low-level magic - a small fireball.

Activating multiple spells, small fireballs with such attack power that it was almost impossible to kill the ordinary monster wolf instantly filled the sky outside the city.

The number is about three hundred, and its power is pitiful, but it looks very terrifying.

The rain of fire fell into the middle of the siege troops outside the city, causing only more than fifty casualties, but it caused the hastily formed battle formation to disperse. The knights rushed into the crowd like sharp knives and started killing. As their swords and lances were waved, enemy soldiers fell one after another.

After suffering a large number of deaths in the early stage, the more than two thousand soldiers of Corta's army seized the opportunity of the sudden drop in the enemy's offensive and immediately cut the battlefield.

The Viscount's chief knight was undoubtedly a qualified general. After holding on to the city for several days, he cooperated with reinforcements to launch an effective counterattack.

After the battlefield was cut, the enemy's army was not thick enough to trap the knights, and the overall situation was decided.

Repeated charges defeated the besieging troops. After three rounds, no enemy soldiers dared to stand still.

Saint-Din led his troops to expand his victory and went straight to the enemy's stronghold. Most of the wealth of the entire viscounty was estimated to be inside. If he were not worried about the siege troops returning to defend, the military stronghold would be the undoubted first target.

The chief knight asked his deputy to continue leading the counterattack. He knelt down on one knee and saluted the knights. This support was tantamount to a life-saving grace.

"Viscount Colta and I hit it off right away. He led the troops north to resist Tuze and fought bravely. He was seriously injured. Before he left, he asked me to support the territory. Now it seems that he has lived up to his request. He said he would take revenge on Ashwood. , let me help organize the territorial troops and join him." Jiang Yuan said calmly.

"I wonder how injured you are, sir." the chief knight asked.

"Not dead yet." Jiang Yuan replied, but he should be soon.

"Your Highness, please be sure to uphold justice for what happened to Colta." The chief knight lowered his head and said, since the Viscount's life is not in danger, it is not a big problem to let the other party reorganize.

That night, the knights stationed in Corta City to adjust their status. Jiang Yuan met the leading Earl of Ashwood in the castle.

The other party looked like a handsome middle-aged man, who was restrained by iron chains at this time. When entering the house, he still demanded that he should have the dignity of a noble.

"Tell me about Ashwood's military deployment."

Jiang Yuan put down his knife and fork and fought with high intensity for a whole day. His physical strength was exhausted and his magic power was only 20%. In return, there were nearly four thousand more gold coins in the inner space of the griffin sword.

"Your Highness, your idea is disgraceful in the family duel." The count said coldly. He had no good impression of Sariel.

"This is my first time to participate." Jiang Yuan waved, and the guard beside him went out and came back not long after with a lance.

Dark brown sticky blood dripped onto the carpet, the earl's pupils were constricted, and the heads of eight powerful nobles were connected in series by the barrel of the gun. Their faces were hideous and frightened. The appearance of a person's death always makes others fear him.

The earl felt that his lips were heavier than ever before. The man in front of him did not abide by the rules. If he was defeated, the end would definitely not be easy. Eight people died in the front. Whoever killed Sariel, King Asra would not be able to punish him openly. After all, Revenge is natural.

"brutal."

"I can roughly guess what you are thinking." Jiang Yuan leaned back on the chair boredly, "That person who wishes other previous princes to be infamous will only get a whiff of appetite when hearing such things. Don't worry about my fate, because you If you don't tell me, you will die. You only have one chance."

Paper and pens were thrown to the floor.

"If I write it, you will let me go." The count stared into the other person's eyes.

"No, but I'm not interested in killing you either. As mentioned by the previous ones, I'm just not used to holding back in battle."

The Earl struggled for a long time and finally grasped the two quills. The Marquis's battle of honor made it difficult for him to die calmly.

(End of this chapter)