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"I don't have time to think so much!" Asu Ruffatt whispered. "I asked Fei'er today, there is no hope, tomorrow is the last day! Thomas's wound has signs of gangrene... If we don't get 'mylt' tomorrow, then we can only watch Thomas die! Even if we get 'mylt' tomorrow, Thomas has only half the chance to recover!"

"Why do you really...why do you do this!" Leo suddenly said after hesitating for a long time.

"Either I will capture the Wolfkou Castle tomorrow, or I will die on the battlefield tomorrow!" Ashu Rufate replied. "Help me, Leo! You must help me now!"

"Why did you sacrifice to this point for General Thomas?" Leo asked. You only had known him for a year!

"If you ask me... I don't know either." Ashu Rufate replied. "But I know I would rather die than watch him die in front of me like this. No matter how risk is, I will take it!"

"Of course I will help you!" Leo replied. "Do what I can!"

The hands of the two people were tightly clasped together.

...

This is an open space outside the camp, enough to accommodate 7,000 people. Although it was not early, the militia did not feel much sleepy. The commotion of the knights leaving after night had a great impact, and for a moment, people were panic. Now they were summoned to this open space outside the camp. No one knew what the commander was thinking.

In front of the open space, there was a large stone more than one person tall. Ashrufate stood on the stone, condescending, watching the gathering of militias. Several burning torches were inserted near the big stone, illuminating his figure.

All these militias were not ordinary militias drawn from farmers, but from militia families and well-trained. It is actually not difficult to separate these people from militias. Any general knows that although these people are far inferior to knights, they are much stronger than the temporary strong men. Therefore, they were originally regarded as elite militias, independent groups.

"The warriors of Casilos and Saint Gene, first of all, thank you for fighting for your country. But I want to say that you are all militias, your fathers and ancestors are militias. And if there is no mistake, your descendants will be militias. Forever, you, your fathers and your descendants will follow the knights. In normal times, as followers of the knights, charge with the knights when fighting. You must bow your head to show respect in front of the knights, and you must walk when the knights ride. In short, you are just servants of the knights. I don't know if you have ever had such an ambition: one day, you

We will have a land of our own, and you can walk on your own land in a masterful manner without bowing to anyone. You will have a castle or manor of your own, and when you go home, the gate will be solemnly opened for you. You will have stables, with your own war horses and carriages and horses. All of this belongs to you and not others. Your children will thrive on the spacious land, rather than crowded in a small house! When they become adults, you can prepare war horses, armor and weapons for your children to serve their country as apprentices knights."

"I will give you a chance now! This is a chance that you have never had before and will never have again in the future! It is not just you! This is a chance that your ancestors have never met before, and that is difficult for your descendants to encounter. It is a unique opportunity! Let you escape from the low status of the militia and join the knights!"

Ashu Rufat paused and shook a large document in his hand. Under the illumination of the torch, the document was particularly conspicuous.

"I see many people have doubts in their eyes! But Lord Thomas did get the legal power to enthrone the knights from Princess Irina! And Lord Thomas entrusted this power to me! This document records your name and origin. As long as I stamp it with a seal, you will officially become knights. You will legally obtain the fief from Princess Irina, become a real knight with your own territory! Become a noble!"

The sounds on the entire clearing were completely calmed down. All the whispers before disappeared, only the rustling sound of the wind. Everyone's eyes were concentrated on Ash Rufate, without exception.

"Tomorrow, I will lead all the knights to attack Wolfkou Castle! All those who think they cannot take this responsibility can leave now. I will never stop it! But I will also cross his name out of here immediately!"

No one moved, none of them, all the militia stood there, looking at Ashu Rufate, waiting for him to continue talking.

"But I want to warn you that from the moment you become a knight, you not only have land, rights and status, but also will bear corresponding responsibilities! I don't know if you have ever heard of the Honor Court. When you are a militia, you will never have to deal with the Honor Court, because the Honor Court will not judge a militia. But once you become a knight, you will become the target of the supervision of the Honor Court. As long as a knight raises doubts or charges against the Honor Court, you will have to be tried. If the court ruled that you are not worthy of accepting this honor, you will be deprived of the Knight's status. There is only one kind of knight that can be exceptional."

Ashu Rufate remembered Duncan's sad and determined face before the raid that day. He continued.

"That is the dead knight. If the knight dies in battle, then all doubts and judgments against him will be cancelled. Because no one can judge a knight who has sacrificed his life for the country on the battlefield, no one can question his courage and honor. The widow of the dead knight will enjoy the benefits of his territory for life, and his children can directly obtain the status of an apprentice knight when they become adults. If he does not have a wife, then his children will be sent to the noble academy to study and live for free until they become adults."

"You don't have armor and war horses now. It doesn't matter. The army will be responsible for replenishing the knights in war. I will now go to the baggage camp, and I will stay there until the moon rises to the top of the treetops, waiting for all those who are willing to accept this honor and responsibility."

Ashurufate jumped off the stone and walked towards the baggage camp. Leo should have made arrangements there.

He heard footsteps and many people followed him.

...

"Siege Tower?" In the mist of dawn, several gray ominous shadows appeared in front of Langkou Castle. After a short period of time, the Paro soldiers guarding the city realized that they were three siege towers.

Impossible! Everyone could see clearly yesterday that the coalition forces did not carry any siege weapons. Even if they had enough craftsmen, there were no trees nearby. Even if they carried sufficient amount of wood with the army, it would take three or five days to make the siege tower.

The familiar war drums were not sounded outside the city, but the siege tower was moving towards the city wall bit by bit. Sneak attack? This was a raid!

"Wuwu...wuwu...wu..." The horn of warning sounded at the top of the city. Paro soldiers rushed up the city wall and looked at the three siege towers that seemed to fall from the sky in surprise.

In addition to the three siege towers, there is another relatively short thing, which is a city-breaking hammer. The city-breaking hammer slowly approaches the city gate, while the siege tower rushes directly to the city wall. Because it changed hands not long ago, the trench outside the Langkou Castle has not been dug again, and the siege tower and the city-breaking hammer can rush directly to the target.

Whether it is a siege tower or a city hammer, they are located in the shooting dead corner of the cannon on the top of the city. The cannons can do nothing.

Above the city, gunfire and arrows were like rain. However, this individual weapon was almost no threat to large-scale war machinery. Although the siege tower and the city-breaking hammer were filled with arrows, it continued to push without realizing it.

"Use Rockets! Rockets!" someone shouted at the top of his lungs.

But this trick is also useless. The war machinery is covered with wet cowhide. Moreover, the enemy used several magic-breaking scrolls, which completely lost the ability to cast spells by the magicians in the city.

Due to the damage to the city gate, the Paro people are unable to send troops out of the city to attack these siege equipment, so they can only watch the siege tower leaning against the city wall.

Fortunately, the siege tower was very slow, which gave the Paro people time to dispatch troops on the city wall. By the time they finally approached, the soldiers on the city wall were ready for close combat. The Paro people also knew very well that the coalition forces' military strength was actually almost the same as theirs, and even if they could not use the advantages of the city wall, they might not lose.

"Soldiers, you have no way out! You must hold on to the city wall, otherwise we will all die here!" Paro's officer shouted.

The siege tower leaned against the city wall. All those who rushed up the city wall were knights, waving their weapons one by one, and pounced on the Paro people who were waiting for the city with an unimaginable violent and madness.

That is not the usual way of fighting for knights. Rather than saying that these people wearing knights are knights, they are violent barbarians in the north and believers of evil gods. The knights rushed up one by one, as if they were war-crazy, without any idea of ​​giving in or avoiding. They were cut down by the Paro people with axes and swords, pierced with spears, and broken bones with war hammers, but without any hesitation or retreat. The knights held axes or swords high, and killed the dense enemy forces regardless of their lives, and rushed into the Paro people's battle formation, killing three and five Paro soldiers before they finally died in battle.

More knights rushed up the city walls through the siege tower. Some knights roared wildly, and more silently, hitting the Paro people's front in a posture that was more of an attack than an attack. This attitude of fearlessness is really scary.

Ashrufate jumped onto the city wall and held his sword of withering in his hands. With the power that surpassed humans, he jumped into the middle of the enemy formation and used his giant sword to set off a bloody massacre storm. He led a team of knights to rush along the city wall, invincible.

At this moment, there is no flaw in the hand-to-hand battle on the city wall. There is no naked confrontation of courage and strength. Every second, life passes. Death blows out life like a gust of wind, and dying moans burst out from the chest. The spirit in the eyes dim, and countless fresh lives are thrown into the eternal night.

When the two armies met, the brave won, and the Paro people began to retreat. No matter how hard their officers tried to urge their subordinates to resist, the soldiers were still suppressed by these crazy knights.

"Stand by, hold on! There are not so many knights in the enemy, kill them all and win!" Officer Paro shouted.

But the facts seemed to be completely opposite. Waves of knights rushed up the city wall along the siege tower, killing all the groups. Almost every knight attacked the Paro people with this spirit of death that was completely ignorant of their own safety and drove them off the city wall. On the other hand, the city-breaking hammer had begun to hit the huge and heavy Baotie City Gate.
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