Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 700 The Besieged Hylia
At first, Cyril didn't know why the elf tied vines to the end of the crossbow.Following the sound of Abner's order, the elves lined up in a long line and quickly lined up at the end of the vines. Then they all grabbed the vines and climbed up the long vines, climbing towards the gunboat of Ao San Emma. crawl away.

The purpose of these crossbow arrows and vines is not just to keep the gunboat of Alma St. Emma here, but to build a long bridge for the elves to attack!
They carried the elf's standard long sword behind their backs, crossed their hands back and forth, crawled over the tens of meters of long vines at a flying speed, and then sensitively turned over to the rear deck of the Ao San Emma gunboat.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the rear of the gunboat in front of him was completely occupied by Siliki's soldiers and elves!
But what about the other two ships?There is no Siliki soldier who can take advantage of the slack in the rear deck to quickly seize the opportunity to open the way. The movement of the Ao San Emma gunboat in front of him will obviously be noticed by the other two ships. The elves want to occupy the deck in this way again, but just It's not that easy anymore.

But when Cyril turned his attention to the other two ships, he realized that his worries were unnecessary——

On the bows of the other two elf warships, there were more than thirty elf mages holding long staffs.They all waved the staffs in their hands and chanted loudly in Elvish language:

"Eddy current, dance in the sea like a whale shark! Make the sea and sky fall, and make the deep sea turbulent!"

Amidst their chants, the originally calm sea surface of the Adelaide Sea suddenly became turbulent, and the water surface below the two Austrian Saint Emma gunboats began to rotate rapidly, turning into two huge eddies in the blink of an eye, and turning more The huge, astonishing suction force is astonishingly like a posture that wants to drag the entire Austrian Saint Emma gunboat into the water!

And the elves are indeed playing with this idea.The people of Ulstadt Emma ran out of the deck in a hurry, and immediately found the instigator of the chaos, the elf warship—it was not that they had no means of dealing with mages, but the vortex below had already made the ship uncontrollable, and the huge hull It began to rotate with the vortex, making it impossible for them to counterattack in time!

They could only watch helplessly as the boat they were on was gradually being dragged underwater by the eddy current!

"Natural Storm" Jenny was born in the Haitao clan. Due to their special geographical location, they may be a little weaker in archery compared to other elves.

But the Haitao clan's elf mage group is second to none in the entire elf group!

Cyril turned his head and looked at the two pillars of the Haitao clan behind him: "It seems that your mage alone is enough to wipe out these Austrian Saint Emmas."

"No, such group spells actually have quite a few flaws." Jenny shook her head, "Unless it's such a sudden surprise attack and the other party is not on guard, it's too easy to target the group of mages standing at the bow."

"It can only be said that Lord Marquis' attack plan is thoughtful."

While they were talking, on the gunboat in front of them, a coalition of humans and elves had entered the cabin. Not long after, a signal arrow lighted up in the center of the ship, making Siliki's crescent moon and deer's head symbol light up. morning sky.

"Take it!"

The plan has been perfected so far. The gunboats that can provide fire support to the soldiers of Ao San Emma on the shore have been eliminated with almost no battle damage. The rest are only transport ships in the offshore area-their combat area is a certain distance from the shore. The transport ships didn't seem to notice that their rear had been turned upside down.

"Then sink those transport ships, and the people of Osan Emma will have no way to retreat!"

There was excitement hidden in Abner's eyes—the attitude of the elves towards Ost. The kidnapped spirit.

In the past 200 years, his Haitao Clan actually won the first big victory against Ost. Emma. This honor was enough for him to boast in the Deep Forest Council for seven or eight years.

But the young Marquis was not as excited as he was, instead he waved his hand: "No, don't move those transport ships yet..."

He pondered for a moment, and then said seriously: "Abner, the next task I need the assistance of your Haitao clan is very critical."

"I want you to keep an eye on those transport ships from a distance, and when the soldiers of O'Santa Emma are driven to flee to board, and then..."

After he finished speaking quickly, the expression on Abner's face changed again and again, and finally he let out a sigh of relief: "Master Marquis, although you are young, your methods are not young at all."

"It's just to maximize the benefits." Cyril nodded lightly, "Also, please send me a small boat."

"Master Marquis, what is this?"

And the young Marquis turned sideways and held the sword at his waist.

"My soldiers are about to fight bloody battles on the front lines, how can I not be there?"

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Simon Berkeley sat leaning against the city wall, his face full of tiredness.

The front half of the sword in his hand had been broken off, and there were still traces of scratches from the barbs at the front of the ladder on the part of the city wall behind him.He stretched out his weak hands and fumbled around randomly, and what he touched was the cold corpse of a colleague.

The Ripple Corps have been standing alone in Hylia for ten days.

Having received no reinforcements from the Legion, he did not even know that the rest of the cities in the Adler region were aware that they were under siege.

It's not that he didn't send out messengers, but the scouts were gone forever—although he saw the scout No. 1 five days after he left the city.

The latter's head was put on a long pole, and was swung back and forth outside the city by the cavalry of the Ao San Emma, ​​and finally fell to the ground and was kicked away like a ball.

They blocked Hylia's road to the outside, making Hylia a completely isolated city.

What about teammates?What about teammates?
He didn't know what the legion leader was doing at this time. He believed that the legion leader should also be in a tough fight—as for the young marquis who had sworn beforehand that he would focus on guarding against Hylia, Simon Berkeley's response to him The goodwill stemming from those coastal defense guns has disappeared.

Think about it too, such an immature marquis, Mao may not even grow up, but he still wants to lead a large-scale war against the enemy?Not to mention how the Lord Marquis who was sitting in Fort Mandekers defeated the people of Alma Santos, and he was able to deal with the invasion of the people of Alma Santos within half a month. He, Simon Berkeley, stood upside down and ate shit!

But he felt that he could not live to the day when his promise was fulfilled.

The suffocation of the O'Santa Emma's offense cannot be appreciated by anyone who has not experienced it.The magic crystal heavy cannons erected on the city wall and supported by Fort Manderks have exploded due to excessive output-this is one of the reasons why his trust in the young Marquis disappeared.

It is true that these weapons did kill a large number of Austrian San Emma soldiers.

The battle of defending the city has been fought until now, and Simon Berkeley still feels a sense of astonishment. Every scene of the war is so clear, but they are all fragmented together.

He didn't know how many means the people of St. Emma had, but he only remembered that his eyes were full of splattered flesh—the severed limbs blown away by the siege catapults of the people of St. Emma, ​​and the young man whose body was half blown away by magic. Soldier, the neighborhood was flattened by a shower of high-level meteor fire, and the ground was covered with charred human bodies...

These fragments were intertwined before his eyes, which made Simon Berkeley have a strong desire to vomit.

Hylia has persisted until today, and it can be said that she has used all means.The battle damage of the Ripple Corps exceeded 40.00%. The militias and reserve militias in the city all went into battle, and the death rate was close to 50.00%.

The elf mage gave them a lot of help. If the elf mage hadn't propped up the broken city defense circle several times, Hailia would have been breached long ago.

But just last night's battle... He remembered it was about eleven o'clock in the evening?The enemy finally cleared a cornerstone position of city defense magic, declaring the shattering of the city defense magic circle.

In Hylia in late November, the wind blowing from the Adlai Sea carried a bone-chilling chill and a strong smell of blood.Simon Berkeley closed his eyes tiredly, immersing himself in the rare and peaceful morning light.

How long can they...

Simon began to miss his deputy. If he was there, the battle of defending the city would not be so difficult, but he had already been blown to death in the bunker on the shore at the beginning of the war...

"Captain!"

"Captain!"

The hurried footsteps and roar made Simon sit up startled, and opened his eyelids struggling to open, what he saw was a young sentinel on the southern city wall, holding a ball of blue things excitedly, running all the way .

"DeWitt, don't make noise." Simon Berkeley said, but the young sentinel had already run up to him, and forcefully stuffed the cyan thing into his hand:

"You, look, what is this!"

Simon Berkeley caught the cyan ball suspiciously, only to realize that the latter was actually "flowing", agitating him as if the wind was constantly brushing against his palm, unexpectedly feeling like a feather.

And as he hugged it, a soft voice naturally sounded in his ears:

"Respected Commander Simon Berkeley, our department will launch an attack on the besieging Ostem Emma's army at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning. I hope you can provide necessary assistance. Cyril Adrian stays."

After repeating this voice three times in his ears, he felt the blue thing in his hand lighten suddenly, and then a gust of wind blew through his arms, and the blue thing disappeared like that.

"DeWitt, did you... hear the sound when you held this thing?"

"Voice? Legion Commander, are you saying that someone will launch an attack on the people of Ao San Emma at eight o'clock tomorrow morning? I heard it!"

"Cyril Adrian, who is Cyril Adrian?"

Simon Berkeley's mind was muddled, and he muttered about the name, but he heard the sentry around him exclaim in alarm: "Legion Commander, isn't this name the name of the Marquis!"

There seemed to be a flash of thunder in his mind, which immediately woke up Simon Berkeley.He jumped up suddenly, his hands were excited to grab something, and finally he could only grab DeWitt's shoulder: "DeWitt, when did you find this thing?"

"This morning, after the city defense circle was completely shattered, this bird-like guy landed on our sentry tower. I came to report to you as soon as I found it."

"It was blocked by the city defense circle... In other words, it was sent to Hailia last night?!"

Simon slapped his thigh hard—the offensive of the Ao San Emma people last night was extremely fierce. They fought bloody all night. The defensive magic circle was fully opened before the cornerstone was broken, and they didn't even notice that there was such a small person. Things come to Hylia!
"Then it said eight o'clock tomorrow morning, isn't it eight o'clock this morning!"

"DeWitt, what time is it?!"

"Legion Commander, it's already 43:[-]." The young sentinel didn't understand what his Legion Commander was talking about, so he just told the time in a hurry, but saw that the Legion Commander immediately leaned over and fiddled with a man lying beside the dead body. Soldier: "Maxie! Get up, get up, blow the horn, blow the horn for me!!"

The trumpeter named Maxi opened his eyes in a daze, and asked vaguely:
"Legion Commander, why are you blowing the horn? Are you crazy? Could it be that we are not guarding Hylia and are going out to fight to the death with the people of Saint Emma?"

"How many people do we have left? Not even 2000 people!"

"Stop fucking nonsense, blow the horn, blow the rallying horn!" Simon shouted, "It's the Marquis, it's the Marquis who said he's here to support us!"

"Marquis? That stinky kid with no hair yet? I remember the day before yesterday, the legion commander was still scolding him for having a child without an ass hole in the future. Why..."

"Don't you fucking brag! I'm cursing you for having a baby without an ass hole!" Simon kicked the trumpeter's thigh hard, the pain caused the latter to stand up staggeringly clutching his leg, cursing and groping for the horn, Put it in front of your mouth:

"Om-oo-doo-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-did-doo-doo-doo-doo!"

After the long whistle, there was a series of rapid and sharp rings.This burst of horns was captured by the sentry tower, and then the same horn sounded from the watchtower:

"Assemble! Ripple Corps, assemble!!"

No matter how sleepy the soldiers were, no matter what their physical condition was, when they heard the sound of the horn spreading and gradually resounding throughout the city, they immediately jumped up and quickly rearranged their formation.

Soon the young sentry ran to the front of each team and issued an order from the legion commander:

"All the soldiers of the Ripple Corps, the soldiers of Hylia, gather at the west gate!"

"If the Marquis wants to support us, he can only come from the west side. Since they are going to launch the first wave of attack on the west side, then we will rush out from the west gate and disrupt the formation of the people of Ao Shengemma first. !"

Simon Berkeley pulled out a dead soldier's long sword, hung it around his waist, and then stretched out his hand to cover the soldier's eyes that were still closed.

"But... Legion Commander, is the Marquis' words really credible?"

Maxi hesitated while changing the equipment.

And Simon Berkeley stopped what he was doing, stared at him for a moment, then lowered his head again, straightening his helmet for the dead soldier.

"We have to believe." "We can only believe."

he said softly.

(End of this chapter)