"Quick! Quick! Quick! Aim at that green-skin leader!" Aibolandon shouted to the green-skin square in the distance.

The environment is the best teacher. Now Ibolandon has gradually understood how to best curb the Greenskin's offensive. Just kill the commander. No matter how fierce the Greenskin's offensive is, as long as the leader dies, they will immediately lose the courage to attack and start to retreat.

His soldiers really need to take a breath.

Green-skin's siege has lasted for more than a week. The fierce offensive for seven days has not declined at all. Iron Fist Fort is now like a boxing fighter covered in scars on the boxing ring. Although he is still standing there to continue fighting, his figure is already shaking.

In fact, even Iberlandon himself did not expect to stick to it until now.

I don’t know who said that Greenskin’s attacks have always been chaotic, but the battles he felt at the moment were very well organized. The ladders that climbed the ladders, the city that hit the city, and the soil that filled the soil. The surface looks quite chaotic, but in fact they all perform their own duties and advance together with multiple heads.

On the first day of the battle, the green skin filled the trench, and on the second day of the battle, the green skin repeatedly attacked the city wall. On the third day of the battle, the green skin destroyed a fort. From the fourth day, the battle never stopped. The green skin attacked day and night, and continued. The fanaticism and bloodthirst were enough to make the veterans who had been through the battle formation scared.

Hold on for three days, this is what was originally planned. From the fourth day, Greenskin's offensive will slow down, because a large part of Greenskin's army will defend (or attack) the camps of human reinforcements. Unfortunately, Iberlandon did not feel that Greenskin's offensive slowed down, but instead became more and more fierce. Today Greenskin has attacked the city wall three times, and then was counterattacked by the defenders three times.

That special long-range cannon became the savior of Iron Fist Fort, because the cannon not only has a long range, but also has a precision that is far beyond the reach of ordinary cannons. Yesterday, it was all due to the cannon that killed the Green Skin leader and allowed the Green Skin to retreat.

The cannon opened fire. But this time it only hit a piece of open space in front of Greenskin. The shells bounced on the ground, hitting a big stone, and smashing it out of a corner.

"Your mouth, you almost fucked!" Although the orc was reckless, he was not stupid. He turned around and chose a terrain that was easier to avoid cannon fire. The offensive at the top of the city did not weaken at all.

"Reserve!" Aibolandon was hit by something unknown on his helmet and staggered, but he still held on and shouted to the guards beside him. "Let the reserve team come up quickly, two hundred people come!"

"Your Highness, there is no reserve team!" I don't know who answered this. "Everyone is in the battle."

"What about the mobile forces?"

“We are.”

Ibolandon stood firm, and the dizziness in his head had not yet faded. A shorter goblin jumped over several corpses, and the spear in his hand stabbed straight into Ibolandon's chest. Ibolandon dodged to the side, and the spear slid away on his arm armor. He turned his hand and stabbed into the goblin's abdomen, and then drove a large hole that stretched to his ribs. The goblin howled because of the pain.

"Bastard!" The young prince cursed and stabbed the sword into the green creature's body again.

The goblin let go of his hand holding the spear, covered his stomach and fell down wailingly. A guard arrived from the slant, cut off his neck with an axe, ending his unnecessary struggle.

If he had five hundred ordinary soldiers, at least he could survive today. Iberlandon thought, how great it would be if it were five hundred well-equipped knights. Unfortunately, his stupidity and arrogance buried these soldiers. He was no longer willing to think about why Greenskin's offensive not only did not weaken but became more and more fierce. He had only one idea in his mind and he had to stick to it.

At this time, his guards had already begun to drive down the green skins who had killed the city walls. At least the best guards they gave him were. All the thirty guards were elites among the elites. In the short battle just now, the guards had killed the green skins of the same number as them, and no one was killed or killed.

"Fight for Sham!" Aibolanden shouted and rushed forward. With the help of two guards who followed him, he killed another orc. The greenskin on the top of the city had been completely wiped out. The musketeers who had just been driven away by the greenskin also returned to their positions and started shooting. The greenskin's offensive was curbed. At least temporarily curbed. Before the greenskin's underwater charge began, it was temporarily safe.

The only thing he prays now is that the situation in other sections of the walls should not be worse than here.

Fortunately, the gods seemed to hear his prayer. At least within his sight, the situation could still persist. The remaining cannons on the city had been silent, and only the special cannon was still roaring-the greens had retreated.

Victory? Or has Greenskin finally started to disperse their troops? Iberlandon looked at the city in disbelief. It was already dusk, the sunset was setting and the light was dim, so he couldn't see clearly what the Greenskin camp was going on.

Ibolandon believed that at least 5,000 Greenskins had been eliminated, and maybe even tens of thousands of them were eliminated. But he also knew that the Greenskins army was far from being hit. Greenskin's siege weapons were still endless, and the number of Greenskins was still endless. The retreat of Greenskins seemed to only show one situation. What Ibolandon was looking forward to finally happened.

The still alive people have begun to clean up the city. Iberlandon sat down against the wall and gasped. No, don't be careless. No one knows whether Green Skin has really retreated or just retreated and reorganized. But there seems to be no drum sound in the dark.

"Your Highness." A man whose face was blackened by gunpowder came to Iberlandon. "You..."

"I'm here!" Ebolandon replied. "Don't let go of everyone! Be more prepared tonight!" Until tomorrow I confirm with the corners of my eyes. He thought in his heart.

The city calmed down. Aibolandon leaned against the city, waiting for the next sunrise uneasily. He knew that he should set an example in front of the entire army and persevere. But he was too tired and tired, and his body was covered in blood and could not stop the invasion of the Sandman. Before he realized it, he was already asleep.

"Green Skin!" A shrill scream brought Ebolandon back to reality from his dream. Oops! He realized that he had made an unforgivable mistake. After a day of fierce fighting, no one could resist the call of the Sandman. He should have arranged the sentinels and let others rest, but he did not do so. Everyone was on duty, and everyone was sentinels means there were no sentinels.

Green skins did not beat the drums or roar, and this time they brought a real sneak attack. A javelin flew over from the front and hit a musketeer without armor. The unfortunate man held the handle of the javelin and slowly fell down in a slow motion-like movement, falling to the ground with his back to the sky.

"Be careful!" someone shouted, "It's a spider..."

Before he could finish speaking, several giant spiders with barbs and long legs rushed to the top of the city with the goblin rider. They landed in the middle of the musketeer as if they were falling from the sky and began to attack. The originally silent drum sounded at this time. The wild roar of "Waaaaagh" was earth-shaking.

Aibolandon stood up and pulled out his sword. The sound of fierce fighting came from all directions, and there were goblin spider riders coming out everywhere. At this time, a giant spider suddenly rushed directly from directly above him and used the impact force to press him down below. The spider's bone-shaped mouthparts kept making crackling sounds, and Aibolandon was almost bitten. Fortunately, one of his guards came in time at the crisis and cut off the spider's limbs with a fierce blow. Black liquid spider splashed out from the broken place. Regardless of the rider's command, the angry big spider threw away Aibolandon and turned to attack the guard.

Another spider rushed over. In this way, the two spiders attacked forward and backward, and under the command of the goblin rider, they tried to dismember the guard with a sickle-like claw. While the mount attacked, the rider also stabbed the target with the javelin in his hand.

Iberlandon rushed up to help his subordinates to rescue him. He cut his sword deep into the spider's huge yellow and black body. The spider quickly retreated due to pain and fear. The rider sitting on it failed to sit firmly and was thrown out by this series of sudden movements.

Another warrior rushed up, jumped to the position of the spider rider and pierced the spider's head from top to bottom with his spider. This blow finally caused the huge creature to lose its vitality and fell to the ground.

"Cannon! Cannon fire quickly!" Iberlandon shouted. The battle cry below was so loud that even the dead should be awakened. However, the cannon located at a high place showed no sign of fire. Iberlandon realized that the Spider Cavalry had successfully attacked all the gun positions before they arrived here, killing the gunners sleeping in the gun positions.

The ladder had been leaned against the city again, and the dull collision sound was very clear. However, no one on the city was able to attack them with muskets and cannons before the Greenskins came to the city. Everyone was fighting fiercely with the Spider Cavalry, and the situation was in danger.

The first green skin rushed up, the largest green skin Ibolandon had ever seen. He wore the rough and sturdy armor of green skin, holding a giant sword in one hand, and roared "Waaaaagh". What surprised Ebolandon was that the huge orc's movements were terrifying and agile. In just one moment, the orc had jumped in front of him.

Iberlandon waved his sword to resist, but at the moment when the weapons were intertwined, he discovered that the orc was actually a false move, and he used clever power to unload his full blow into the air. Then, a violent blow fell on his head.

Iberlandon felt that his vision began to become unclear, and his head began to become heavier and heavier. The worst thing was that the whole world was reversed, and the world seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, becoming increasingly unreal.

He watched the big orc rushing over the crowd. He watched a guard being overwhelmed by a big spider, while the spider rider kept poking the prey's body with his javelin. He saw another guard squeezingly covering the wound on his neck with his hands, and the bright and white armor had been stained with blood. He saw more than a dozen goblins holding spears and daggers screaming and rushing up, leaving behind their shot companions, pounced on a musketeer, and stabbing them constantly until the target finally fell. He saw the orcs roaring like crazy and rushing to the head of the city where no one resisted.

Iberlandon slowly turned his head, and then all he saw was the sky of Iron Fist Castle. The young warrior felt that the whole sky was slowly getting darker, even though the sun was finally jumping out of the distant mountains at this time.
Chapter completed!