Pioneering

Chapter 184 Street Fighting and Martyrdom

Khalil looked at the nobles around him and said, "Everyone, let's talk about it, what should we do?"

what to do?Of course it is the best plan.

Almost all the nobles thought so, but no one dared to speak up.

Because the relationship was too great, Budapest not only gathered a large number of reinforcement troops and elite troops of the local nobles, but also gathered supplies from the nobles of the Klarevin Province and the support of the Principality.

Without this city, there is basically no hope for the Clareven Province to hold on.

The western defense line is considered to be more than half collapsed.

As long as the enemy army passes through the Ott Province, which is small in size, has almost no defense lines, and is seriously insufficient in combat readiness, it will be able to enter the royal territory of Yimapingchuan and directly threaten the king's capital Skeller.

It is hard to imagine what will happen to the Asshai army with such an "artifact" once they approach Skeller.

Street fighting might be able to delay these terrible Asshais for a while with flesh and blood, and there are even castles to rely on, but many nobles who are deeply involved in it can announce their feast in advance.

Can live, who wants to die?

Usually chanting slogans and blowing aristocratic demeanor, that's all.

It is not ruled out that there are those who are brainwashed by the so-called chivalry, but most people do not have this kind of "loyalty" to be able to stand firm in the fierce internal struggle of the nobles.

One of the sequence priests looked at the panicked crowd and stood up to appease people:
"Everyone don't need to panic, Priest Wade and I are the most loyal believers of my god, and we can borrow incredible divine power from my god, which is enough to help you turn defeat into victory!

Give Wade and me time, and the two of us can kill these stupid Asshais. "

This is true.

If there is no master of the same level to restrain, the third-tier powerhouse is the real killer in the world, and one person can form an army.

Even if the mature sequence priests have shortcomings compared to wizards and blood-changing sky knights, massacring a group of warriors who are rare in the first-order body is like no one's land.

Spend some time and energy, grind slowly, and a hundred thousand warriors can solve it.

Of course, this is on the premise that there are no such strange magic weapons (magic cannons) and masters of the same level.

Priest Wade also came out to appease him: "Priest Astor is right, he and I will unleash miracles comparable to high-level spells..."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that, serious high-level spells are far more powerful than those flaming magic weapons.

Those magic weapons can at best be compared with mid-level attack spells.

Khalil cheered up and said: "Okay, then everyone listen to my orders,
Narlit, go to the south wall and tell the defenders to disperse into each block and prepare for street fighting;
Kures, you go to the north wall to inform the defenders to disperse into the castle and prepare to defend;

Crowe, go to the east wall and tell those filthy mercenaries to guard the wall. This is our way of retreat. If things fail, you are our hope.

The rest of the people, prepare their troops, cooperate with the two priests, and prepare to counterattack at any time! "

Khalil is still a bit virtuous. After accepting the gift, the task assigned to Crowe is also the most lively.

And Crowe was obviously not as angry as he showed, obediently took the task and ran away.

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The blood moon is hanging in the center of the sky, and the red halo of light shrouds the city of Budapest. The edges of the dark buildings are painted with strange halos, which seems to herald this bloody scene.

Outside an alleyway, there was a sudden sound of uniform footsteps.

"Come in, come in!" A little noble officer hiding in the alley prayed secretly.

There are faint traces on the ground, hiding dangerous traps.

Unfortunately, God did not wish.

There was no Asshai army coming in for a long time, but crackling noises and a pungent stench came instead.

"Strange, what are these Asshai people doing? Could it be that we have been discovered?" The bald-haired nobleman quietly peeped out of the building with his courage.

But they saw that the original Asshai soldiers had disappeared, leaving only a lot of firewood and black viscous liquid there.

The daring little noble stepped out of the bunker, reached out to touch the liquid under his feet, and sniffed it up to his nose: "This is it?"

"Shhhhhh!"

Before he could make a judgment, suddenly, a strong light signal crossed the entire alley and rushed into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, an orange tongue of flame rushed towards him from a distance at an extremely alarming speed.

At this time, the little nobleman also remembered what it was from the classics passed down by the family, and then looked at the flammable objects around him: "No, those lunatics in Yasha, they want to burn the city!"

"Run!" The little noble yelled frantically towards the back of the building, "Asshai wants to burn the city! They want to burn the city!"

After finishing speaking, the little nobleman let out a miserable laugh, with a blue grudge bursting out of his body, turned around and ran towards the direction of the flames. While running, he swung his sword in an attempt to carve out a space for the combustibles...

However, such a heroic move was meaningless, an explosion sounded suddenly, and the figure of the little noble disappeared instantly.

Salt also ordered a lot of nitroglycerin explosives to be added.

In an instant, the entire alley was ignited, showing a light like daytime.

With the wild dance of flames and the roar of explosions, the defenders hidden in the dark twisted, burned, howled, and ran away...

From time to time, soldiers on the defensive side struggled to climb along the stairs and walls, dragging their comrades desperately, trying to run to a place where there was no fire.

When they arrived at the living place, they saw rows of Asshai warriors in light armor and steel helmets, neatly lined up, with bright weapons, pointing at these rare lucky ones.

Surrenderers, live!
Rebels, die!
Soldiers, kill!

In this way, the city was set on fire regardless of the cost, and the army under Sartre cleared out areas at an extremely fast speed, and gradually failed to catch up with the burning speed of the flames. In the end, they could only stand in place and enjoy the cruel and beautiful fireworks.

In an alleyway near the central castle in the east.

A group of nobles are guarding the two priests, expecting the magic they prepared to turn things around.

Count Khalil looked at the thick smoke and red dragon-like flames approaching in the distance, and knew that he was finished, completely finished.

20 elite standing army, [-] extraordinary knights, none of them survived.

Seeing this scene, many aristocrats with poor psychological endurance had already slumped on the ground, crying bitterly, with tears streaming down their faces and feces and urine flowing across their faces.

The two priests looked at each other and stopped preparing.

In such a chaotic scene, it is difficult for the third-order sequence priests to distinguish the enemy with only the physical body of the late stage of the first-order. If they continue to stay here and use the sequence ability, not to mention whether they can destroy the enemy, [-]% of their own people will be finished.

Those who can withstand this high temperature and explosion must have at least a late-stage first-order or even a second-order body. How many of the nobles present can reach the level of an earth knight?
Most of them are just formal knights. The promotion time in the world is still short, and there are not so many blowout geniuses.

It's meaningless, the game is doomed!

"Let's go, let's all go!" Khalil didn't know when his beautiful golden curly hair had turned gray, "The principality still needs you."

"Let's go, it's too late. If you meet your colleagues, tell them that they can withdraw, and everyone can withdraw!"

Hearing this, many nobles rushed towards the east gate with their subordinates as if they had received an amnesty.

"You two priests, I beg you, go and inform the defenders in the castle that they can withdraw."

The two priests nodded in agreement.

"General, how about you? Let's go." One of his soldiers asked anxiously, holding his arm.

"Me?" Khalil laughed miserably, "How can I have the face to live? I am ashamed of the Grand Duke, my family, and the nobles who entrusted me with their wealth!"

After finishing speaking, he drew out his saber, and the fighting energy flowed on the enchanted saber, easily cutting through his intentionally loose physical defense, and a stream of blood spattered out.

"Patriarch!" The soldiers wailed, and quickly dug a hole to bury Khalil, raised their weapons, and charged towards the flames...

(End of this chapter)