Chapter 184 Street Fighting and Death of the Country

Author: Leader of Tofu Brain Salted Party

Chapter 184 Street Fighting and Death of the Country

Harrier looked at the nobles around him and said, "Everyone, let's talk, what should I do?"

What to do? Of course, it’s the best way to go.

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

Because of the great relationship, Budapest not only gathered a large number of reinforcements and elite local nobles, but also gathered supplies from the nobles of Clarevan Province to grit their teeth and support from the principality.

If this city is lost, Clarevan Province will basically have no hope of defending it.

The western defense line has collapsed most of the time.

The enemy's next army can enter the king's territory with a small area, almost no defense line, and severely insufficient combat readiness, and can directly threaten the king's capital Skel.

It is unimaginable what will happen if the Yaxia army with such a "magic weapon" comes to Skel.

Street fighting may delay these terrible Asians with flesh and blood for a while, and even castles can be used to rely on, but many nobles trapped in it can announce their meals in advance.

Who is willing to die if you can live?

It would be fine if you shout slogans and sing aristocratic demeanor.

It is not ruled out that most people who are brainwashed by the so-called chivalrous spirit are not ruled out, but who can stand firm in the fierce internal struggle of the nobles, will not be such "loyalty".

One of the priests looked at the panic-like people and stood up to calm the hearts:

"Don't panic, priest Wade and I are the most loyal believers of my God. We can borrow incredible divine power from my God, which is enough to help you turn defeat into victory!

Give me and Wade time and we both can destroy these stupid Asahi people.”

This is true.

If there is no restraint between masters of the same level, the third-level strongman is a real human weapon, and one person becomes an army.

Even if the ripening priests compare wizards and blood-changing sky knights, they will be in a state of no one.

Spend some time and energy to slowly grind, and 100,000 warriors can solve the problem.

Of course, this is not the premise that there is such a strange magic weapon (magic cannon) and a master of the same level.

Priest Wade also came out to comfort him, "Prince Astor is right, he and I will release miracles comparable to advanced spells,..."

When everyone heard this, they were relieved. The serious advanced magic spells are far more powerful than those magic weapons that are igniting.

Those magic weapons can at most be compared with intermediate attack spells.

Harrier cheered up and said, "Okay, then everyone will follow my orders,

Narlit, go to the South City Wall to inform the defenders to scatter into various blocks and prepare for street fighting;

Curres, go to the North Wall to inform the defenders to scatter into the castle and prepare for defending and supporting;

Crow, go to the East City Wall to inform the dirty mercenaries to guard the city wall. This is our retreat. If things fail, you are our hope.

The rest of the people are ready to counterattack with the two priests!"

Harrier was still a little conscientious. After receiving the gift, the task assigned to Crow was the most lively.

Crow was obviously not as angry as he showed, and took the task and ran away.

...

The blood moon was hanging in the middle of the sky, and a red light shrouded in Budapest City. The black building edges were covered with a strange aperture, as if indicating this bloody scene.

Outside a lane, a uniform sound of footsteps suddenly sounded.

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

There are still inconspicuous traces on the ground, hiding dangerous traps.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as expected.

There was no Yaxia army coming in for a long time, but instead there was a crackling sound and a pungent stench.

"Strange, what are these Asians doing? Could it be that we were discovered?" The bald nobleman quietly emerged from the building with his courage.

But the original Asian soldiers were gone, leaving only a lot of firewood and black viscous liquid there.

The bold little nobleman walked out of the bunker, reached out to touch the liquid under his feet, and leaned over to his nose and sniffed: "Is this?"

"Swish--Bang!"

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

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

At this time, the little noble also remembered what this was from the classics passed down by the family, and then looked at the flammable objects around him: "No, Yaxia's group of madmen, they want to burn the city!"

"Run!" the little nobleman shouted wildly at the back of the building, "Axia wants to burn the city! They want to burn the city!"

After saying that, the little noble laughed bitterly, and a blue fighting spirit appeared all over his body. He turned around and ran towards the direction of the flame tongue. While running, he waved his sword to divide a gap for the combustible material...

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

Salter also ordered a lot of nitroglycerin explosives to come in.

In an instant, the entire alley was lit, presenting a light like daylight.

As the flames danced wildly, the explosions were roaring endlessly. The defenders hidden in the dark were twisting, burning, crying, and running...

From time to time, soldiers from the defensive side climbed along the stairs and walls, pulling their comrades desperately, trying to run to a place without fire.

When we arrived at the place of birth, we saw rows of light armored and steel helmets of the Asian Xia warriors, lined up in an orderly manner and had clear weapons, pointing at these rare lucky people.

Surrender, live!

The rebels die!

The one who holds the army, kill!

In this way, the city was set on fire at any cost. The army under Salt cleared out areas at an extremely fast speed, and gradually could not catch up with the speed of the flames burning. In the end, they could only stand in place to admire the cruel and beautiful fireworks.

In the east, it is in an alleyway near the Central Castle.

A group of nobles were guarding the two priests, hoping that the magic they prepared would turn the world around.

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

There are 200,000 elite troops and 17,000 extraordinary knights. One ten that can survive is not yet one ten.

Many nobles with poor psychological endurance saw this scene and were already slumped on the ground, crying bitterly, crying in tears, and shit and urine.

The two priests looked at each other and stopped preparing.

In such a chaotic scene, the third-level priests are unable to distinguish the enemy based on their later-level physical body alone. If you continue to stay here to display your sequence abilities, you will not say whether you can destroy the enemy. Ninety-nine percent of your own people will be done.

Those who can withstand this high temperature and explosion must at least be in the late first-level or even the second-level physical body. How many nobles here can reach the Earth Knight?

Most of them are just official knights, and the world promotion time is still short and there are not so many explosive geniuses.

It's meaningless, the defeat is decided!

"Let's go, let's go!" Harrier's beautiful golden curly hair had turned gray at some point, "The Principality still needs you."

"Leave quickly, it will be too late. When you meet a colleague, tell them that they can withdraw, and they can all withdraw!"

Upon hearing this, many nobles were as if they were granted amnesty and hurriedly led their subordinates to the east gate.

"Two priests, I beg you to inform the defenders in the castle and you can withdraw."

The two priests nodded, agreeing.

"General, where are you? Go quickly." One of his personal soldiers asked anxiously, holding his arm.

"Me?" Harriel laughed bitterly, "Where can I live with my face? I am ashamed of the Grand Duke, the family, and the nobles who entrust their family to me!"

After saying that, he pulled out his sword, and the fighting energy flowed on the enchanted sword, easily cutting off his intentionally relaxed physical defense, and a stream of blood sputtered out.

"Head of the family!" The soldiers cried out with grief, then quickly dug a hole to bury Harrier, raised his weapons, and rushed towards the flames...
Chapter completed!