Belief In The Kingdom of God

At this time, under Brook City, a decisive battle is beginning.

"Charge!" Below the city, the knights roared and drove a steady stream of soldiers around.

Behind these knights, countless militiamen holding a simple spear shivered, and they were constantly driven forward by the knights.

Even knights who practice vindictive spirits are very weak in this kind of siege battle known as the wheel of flesh and blood. Therefore, driving out ordinary fighters and even conscripting ordinary leaders is the right way.

Although these people are weak, have no professional training, and even the equipment on their bodies is incomparably simple, but they are easy to obtain and low in cost, and they will not hesitate even if they die in battle.

Moreover, most of these militiamen were actually recruited from the territories of some lords who followed the enemy, so they didn't feel distressed and used them as cannon fodder.

At this time, under the fierce offensive of the prince, the two princes were defeated one by one in the wild army, and finally had to retreat in Brook City, hoping to rely on the wall to resist.

The prince also attacked the city outrageously, and as each soldier passed away on the battlefield, the offensive not only did not ease at all, on the contrary, it became more rapid.

For a person like him, he can drive others to die without hesitation. This cruelty is not only the reason why he has such prestige in the army, but also one of the reasons why the nobles in the domain desperately resisted him.

Because with his strength, if he succeeds to the throne, then all the nobles in the territory will be unlucky, and sooner or later they will be suppressed one by one, and even the family will be ruined.

And his style since the start of the army also proves one point.

For him, those who follow others prosper against others perish. All the nobles who resisted him all the way will be slaughtered. The leaders are driven to attack the city.

At the beginning, this approach not only shocked the hostile nobles, but also frightened their own nobles. Therefore, apart from the military forces, only a few small lords supported him.

But as the prince killed all the way, this situation was reversed instead.

The lords who were afraid of its massacre expressed surrender to them, fearing to bear the consequences of being defeated by them.

For these lords, the prince's methods are also very simple, one by one he was pushed onto the battlefield as cannon fodder.

At this time, on the city wall, Kezel looked at the turbulent battlefield below, his face pale.

Beside him, a knight suddenly knelt down: "My lord, please withdraw to the inner city immediately!"

The knight's face was firm, and under the turbulent fluctuations of his vindictiveness, an extremely strong **** aura spread around him, and it was Kezel's chief knight, Gedir.

However, Kezel turned a deaf ear to this incomparable **** aura, but said with a stern expression: "Since we were defeated by the opponent, we have retreated and then retreated. Now the opponent is driving the cannon fodder to attack the city, even if we retreat inside. City, I’m afraid it’s useless."

"Different!" Gedil said loudly: "Unlike the outer city wall, the inner city is small and it is not easy to deploy an army. It only needs a few people to defend. Keep the city."

"Moreover, in the inner city, with the support of the nobles, the food reserves are enough for us to eat for several months, enough for us to wait for the major lords outside to come to rescue."

Hearing this, Kezel couldn't help hesitating.

He looked under the city wall, where militiamen with simple spears were driven forward by the knights of the prince, staining the ground with blood, and corpses were displayed everywhere. It's horrifying.

And around, the knights became weaker and weaker under the continuous impact of cannon fodder, and the light of vindictive energy became smaller and weaker, and they were about to be unable to hold on.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help sighing, and said: "Gedil, I will lead the nobles in the city to retreat. Before that, I will leave it to you."

"Before we completely evacuate, we must hold on to the city wall!"

"Yes!" Gedil responded loudly, with determination in his eyes.

Below the city, the prince saw the somewhat exhausted knight above the city wall, and said, "It looks like it is about to be breached."

He looks a bit crude, far less than Kezel's style and style, but he also has some of his own style, and looks quite masculine.

He looked like he was about 30 years old. At this time, there was a fierce aura between his brows, and he was also a little excited and tired. He looked at the **** scene above the city wall without paying any attention.

"Of course." In front of him, Koris, who was originally commanding the front line, came over: "My lord, you have driven the leaders of these lords to attack the city for several days. With such a swift offensive, even if the above are all knights, Tired too."

"However, sir, if you do this, will you offend these lords too hard?"

After a while, he said again, looking at the pale-faced noble lords behind him, hesitating.

However, for his words, the prince only sneered: "Corris, do you think that if I succeed and succeed, these lords will obey me?"

"No, no!"

He looked a bit agitated and a bit sullen: "Because in their eyes, I am just a humble son born of a slave, a shame of the noble blood. They may give in because I am strong, but they will never really treat me. Show loyalty."

"In that case, why should I be polite to them! As long as we are strong enough, even if the people in their territory are dead, what dare to say?"

Seeing that the prince said so, Corris was silent at first, and then said: "Prince, according to the current situation, the second prince can no longer hold on, it is time to break here."

The prince nodded: "Send another round of cannon fodder, and wait until these people are dead, then send our knights, and try to break the city wall before tonight!"

Following the order, another batch of cannon fodder was conscripted and sent to the battlefield under the iron-green faces of a large number of lords.

These militias come from different sources, including elderly people in their 50s and 60s, as well as young people who are underage. But they were all trembling, and they were driven forward with a spear in their hands.

A few people saw a **** battlefield in front of them, and they were trembling unwilling to step forward. For these people, the knights who were monitoring the battle in the rear were very direct, and directly chopped it down with a sword, causing a scream.

Under this **** pressure and suppression, the cannon fodder was driven forward, holding the only spear in his hand and fighting forward.

With the addition of this batch of cannon fodder, the many knights led by Corris felt an increase in pressure on the wall.

To be honest, the rabble with simple weapons in front of them is too insignificant for the skilled knights, and they can't even break through their armor protection.

But this kind of pressure does not come from the enemy in front of him, but more from the depression and the gradual disappearance of the strength in the body.

After all, even if it is to kill pigs, it will be exhausted to kill for several days, let alone on such a depressed battlefield.

But this situation soon ended.

After this batch of cannon fodder died, Corris personally led a group of knights to rush forward with an order.

Suddenly, the pressure on the city wall increased greatly, and the exhausted fighters were suppressed under the opponent's swift offensive. For a moment, the line of defense seemed to be shaky, and they could only rely on the city wall to deal with the opponent.

This stalemate situation began to slowly change as more and more knights swarmed under the city wall, shifting towards the prince.

At this time, on the city wall, Gedil yelled, grudge surging crazily on his body, and a sword hacked a knight in front of him to death.

He was covered in blood, looked mighty and extraordinary, seeing the difficult situation ahead, he was about to step forward to help.

However, at this time, a faint light swiftly passed, a feeling of danger hit his heart, causing him to move his body subconsciously.

I saw a sword light passing by, behind him, a warrior was split in half, and blood shed all over the ground.

He raised his head slightly and saw a tall knight in armor rushing towards him, but it was Corris.

In another instant, the two immediately crossed each other, and the two grudges fought wildly, knocking out a big hole in the city wall.

With the collision, Gedil retreated madly, looking at Corris, whose expression had not changed at all, his expression dignified.

"Gedil, surrender, you are not my opponent!" Koris looked at Gedil and said slowly, with some appreciation in his eyes.

At this time, the two belonged to the two camps, and they were both commanders of their own, with equal identities. But Gedil is obviously not Corris's opponent, let alone fighting for many days at the moment, already exhausted.

Facing the opponent's persuasion to surrender, Gedir didn't reply, but the long sword in his hand suddenly slashed, two brilliantly flying out, turned into a cross and attacked forward, and directly gave the opponent the answer with action.

Seeing this, Koris sighed slightly, and his anger exploded, directly suppressing the opponent.

The two fought **** the city wall, and under the confrontation between the two earth knights, they left traces on the spot. As long as ordinary people touched them, they would immediately end up with either death or injury.

In the end, as Corris cut down with a sword, Gedil was shot and flew out, taking the opportunity to fall into the distant crowd.

He choked with blood, and his armor was shattered and covered with dense scars.

"No, I can't hold it!" Sensing the weakness of his body, he said with difficulty, and then left under the guard of the knight beside him.

Immediately, Koris rushed over in furious anger, but was blocked by someone for a while and could not rush over.

After another period of time, as Gedir led the people to evacuate, and the sound of fighting gradually fainted, the outside city wall was completely occupied.