Chapter 26 Burning Castle

When night fell, the soldiers of the Mark Legion snuggled up to each other and fell asleep under the broken city wall. According to the army's combat guidance, there were three teams of soldiers guarding vigilantly. Although this was a prudent move, there were indeed guards of Fort Oshevido in the darkness of the Mark Legion raiding the Mark people in the darkness. The two sides fought in the narrow and dark streets between the cracks in the city walls. The soldiers of the Mark Legion finally repelled them.

"Sir Earl, we have really seen your strength when we were able to break through the walls of Oshevido Castle today." In Schwab's tent, the Stedetin nobles flattered one after another. The powerful combat power of the Mark Legion and Schwab's new weapons made the nobles who were still in the cold weapon era deeply shocked. Unlike the nobles in the central and southern part of the Pumenbruce Kingdom, the nobles in Stedetin were in a melee for many years. The invasion of foreign enemies made them full of respect for power. Whether it was the Novedes who came across the sea or the terrifying nomadic people who crossed the grassland, the nobles in Stedetin were not bound by the knight spirit.

"Tomorrow we will do our best to completely eliminate the remaining enemies of Oshevedo Castle. I hope all the adults can work hard to kill the enemies." Schwab said to the Steding nobles lightly.

"Yes, Lord Earl." After the Steding nobles quickly bowed to Schwab, they promised to eliminate the remaining enemies of Oshevido Castle.

"How is Little William?" Schwab and other fence-riding nobles asked Srick after leaving.

"It's no problem anymore. The wound was bandaged by the doctors and you can wake up soon."

"Well, by the way, what do you think of the man Zblaze?" Schwab placed his elbows on the wooden table, and the flames of candles made of beeswax were swaying in the tent. The middle-aged man named Zblaze saved Schwab. Schwab should thank him in any aspect.

"At present, I only know that it is the Valengers, who seem to have joined the thieves gang and captured prisoners when the thieves gang was defeated by us in the territory of Mark." Srick said.

"As long as it's not a spy of the enemy, it's good." Schwab thought for a while. Such an experience should not be related to the Stedeingshire family and church, "Call him."

"Okay, Lord Earl."

"Master Earl." Soon Zblaiz, who was waiting outside, walked in. Because he had no noble blood, he immediately knelt down as soon as he entered the tent.

"Zblaze, please get up, this is a reward for your performance today." Schwab was used to the customs of this era, but for Zblaze's life-saving grace, Schwab asked him to stand up and speak.

"Thank you, sir." Zblaz stood up and looked at the nobleman in front of him. Schwab was also looking at the middle-aged man with a medium figure but a slim appearance. He saw that his strong body was wearing ragged clothes but not concealed his strong temperament.

"As a nobleman, I know that I must not owe favors to my benefactor. Say, what do you have to ask for? As long as you are within my ability, you can satisfy you." Schwab raised his chin and said to him.

"Of course, I hope you can fulfill your promise, sir." Zblaze looked at Schwab with a strange look. The reason why Schwab felt strange was because this look was invisible to other people's eyes. Schwab didn't think about what kind of look it was.

"promise?"

"You promised us that as long as we break through the city wall, we will give us freedom."

"Oh, this, no problem. I forgive your sins with the noble blood I passed down and the privileges God has given me. You are now free." Schwab knew that outside his tent, the prisoners of the miserable team were anxiously waiting for their forgiveness. When they heard Schwab's words in the tent, they cheered together.

"Thank you, Lord Earl." Zblaze was a very responsible man. He believed that those who had fought side by side with him were companions. This was the tradition and belief of the Valengue people, so he would give these people noble freedom.

"Now that your wish is satisfied, what are you going to do?" Schwab looked at the man in front of him interestingly, knowing that he told him that he could meet one of his requirements, but he released himself the members of the miserable and hopeless team. In fact, he could use this favor to ask for more for himself.

"I don't know, sir. Do you still use mercenaries?" Zbrez seemed to remember this at this time, and he asked Schwab carefully.

"Okay, but because you wasted my kindness, you can only start from the bottom of the mercenary team with new recruits, how about it?" Schwab said.

"Okay." Zbrez answered without hesitation.

"Go down and do it well." Schwab looked at Zblaze's retreat, and Srick slipped into the tent like a ghost.

"I'm not an ordinary person, Lord Earl," said Srick.

"Well, it's very interesting, very smart, and not weak. I don't know why I fell in love with us?" Schwab seemed to be saying to Srick, and seemed to be talking to himself. How could Schwab, who had been baptized by the palace conspiracy and war, not be able to see the mentality of this seemingly honest man. He used his promise to buy the hearts of the members of the miserable and hopeless team. I believe that those members of the miserable and hopeless team will also be kept in the Mark Legion.

"Do you need me to stare at him?" Srick asked.

"No, let him go." Schwab believed that this kind of small fish could not make big waves in the horse army he had established.

After a night, when the dawn came to the earth again, the soldiers who were still sleeping were awakened by the boots of their commanders. They opened their sleepy eyes and grabbed the weapons around them and threw them into the defense and offense in the castle.

"Forward, advance, grass and mud horse~~." Perhaps Schwab was swearing for a long time by the assassination of the Demon Mountain. He wore black armor and drew his sword to command the soldiers of the Mark Legion to rush to the enemy's arrow tower and square. The leader of the Supreme Commander made the morale of the Mark people much higher. The Mark spearmen and mercenary swordsmen who were screaming with red eyes stabbed the guards of the Oshevido Fort in front of him. However, Schwab's reckless actions made Sir Koro and others suffer. Yesterday, because of their carelessness, they almost cut off their highest commander. For this reason, Sir Koro and Sir Liugudi blamed themselves. Today they were inseparable guards by Schwab. Therefore, although Schwab was on the front line, the Skeleton Guards Cavalry and Husar Cavalry surrounded him with their bodies.

"Oh~~~." The Marque Legion's morale was like a rainbow, and eagle flags were constantly inserted into the sky above the arrow tower. The guards of Oshevido Castle were in a sluggish manner and retreated, leaving behind them with corpses of companions. The firearms in the hands of grenadiers and artillerymen lit the buildings in the castle. The smoke rose slowly in many places. Seeing the thick smoke in Oshevido Castle soldiers became even more depressed.

"Sir Baron, we can't stand it anymore." A knight knelt on one knee in front of Baron Bank, with wounds on his face and body, and his messy hair was exposed under his broken helmet.

"Waste, waste, are all a group of waste." Baron Bank had red eyes, like a gambler who lost a bet. He roared angrily, wearing thick armor on his fat body, and the chain armor rustled under the shaking of the fat on his body. He never thought that the Oshvedo Castle, which had been passed down for a hundred years, would be broken. This city called Hanruowei Castle was broken. He was angry and deeply afraid. What a terrible power, the weapon like thunder, actually broke through his own city. Now the enemy is constantly approaching him, and through the window Baron Bank saw the spear like a forest in despair.

"God saves us." In the prayer room in the corner of the hall, Bank's wife took his children to pray intently, and this was the only thing women and children could do in this sad time.

"It's better for the baron than to surrender." The knight said carefully. Isn't it common for the nobles to change their masters? Since there is no victory that can be won, it's better to surrender than to be more decent. Although I don't know if this terrible Count Stedetin will break his promise, he will never kill everyone. The knight thought in his heart that the monarch who is loyal to him is one of the knight's creeds, but it's better to keep this useful body between life and death.

"Oh, you mean we offered to surrender." Baron Bank said with his eyes narrowed.

"Yes, I heard that this Earl of Stocking has a good reputation." The Knight expressed his opinion.

"Well, you're very careful inquiring." Baron Bank said calmly.

"Yes, I heard from others." The Knight quickly lowered his head and said modestly. Although Baron Bank was about to fail, the Knight still lowered his head unconsciously in front of the monarch who had served for a long time.

"Then, okay, you go and do this." Baron Bank said as if he gave up and waved to the Knight.

"Okay, I'll contact each other immediately." The Knight said excitedly when he heard Baron Bank's relief. He bowed to Baron Bank and turned around to leave.

"Puchi~~~ah." When the knight turned around, the sound of a sword drawing suddenly came from behind him. He felt a sharp pain in his body. A sharp sword pierced his body from his back, and then it was pulled out again.

"Master Baron, you~~." The Knight turned around with difficulty and looked at Baron Bank's hideous face incredibly. He was holding the long sword that pierced him in his hand.

"Damn traitor, you actually want to betray me, go to die." Baron Bank said fiercely, then wiped the fallen corpse of the knight with his sword. He knew that he, as the main warrior, had no chance to survive in the war. Instead of being cut off his head on the guillotine, he might as well fight to the death with the enemy on the battlefield.

"Don't retreat, you are not allowed to surrender. This is the end for anyone who wants to betray me." Baron Bank announced to his men using the body of the knight.

"Sir Earl, the enemy's resistance in the square seems to be particularly tenacious." Magnus said to Schwab. Now these middle and lower aristocrats are completely tied to the same chariot as Schwab. Although Baron Bank was an executioner who attempted to kill other nobles, seeing Baron Bank, who also belonged to the Stedetin nobles, was forced into such a desperate situation, the Stedetin nobles inevitably felt sad.

"Just struggle to death, order the mercenary swordsmen to come forward." Schwab ordered Captain Karen's mercenary team, who was good at street fighting. At this time, the remaining troops of Fort Oshevedo retreated. In the square outside the lord's hall, they held spears and halberds to defend their lords to the death.

"Roar~~~~." Captain Karen led the mercenaries in cut-out costumes, holding up a unique big sword and rushing towards the remaining soldiers of Oshevik Fort. The two sides were instantly stalemates. The mercenaries' big swords were wielding, and blood was sprayed on the bloodthirsty mercenaries, staining their beards. The various shirts in the cut-out suit were dazzling. Although the nobles had some complaints about the use of colored shirts by these mercenaries without authorization, they could not help but be amazed at the cruelty and combat power of the mercenaries.

"It turns out that mercenaries are so useful." The Stedetin nobles secretly thought in private that they could own these powerful warriors with just a sum of money. Although their loyalty was very problematic, the price was much easier to use than dividing land as important property. As knights on fiefs, and they were not as rebellious as knights. Schwab did not expect that he had opened up a new idea for these Stedetin nobles to develop mercenaries.

"Victory, victory." After the mercenaries cut off the head of the last soldier from Fort Oshevido, they cheered together. The square was in chaos at this time, and blood and human limbs pricked people's eyes.

"Not good, it's on fire~~." Just as Schwab and others had not yet come back to their senses from the joy of victory, thick black smoke emerged from the tower in the hall of the lord, and the blazing flames began to burn from the bottom of the tower.

"Shwab, hahaha~~~." At the third floor window of the tower, an obese man appeared. He laughed and shouted loudly at Schwab and others below.

"It's Baron Bank~~~." The Steding nobles were shocked by Baron Bank's crazy actions. They watched the tower gradually turn into a burning pillar of fire, and the Oshevido Castle, a symbol of Stockingshire's power, turned into scorched earth.
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