The pale and stiff face had a hole on the forehead, and the edges of the hole were radiated, and some fragments of the white bones were still stuck to the edge of the hole. The green-headed flies were buzzing and landing at the hole. They rubbed their front feet and then climbed in. One, two, three, and three, and you could vaguely see the fly lying on the white paste in the skull, and a feast was held with satisfaction. The stench of the corpse emitted an unbearable smell under the high temperature. Even the former companions of the corpse tried to stay away from these smelly meats as much as possible.

However, Martin, who was lying on the corpse face to face, kept in a posture for a long time. He had experienced even worse things. When he was still a slave, he had been on the slave paddle boat. The slaves were chained on the bottom of the wet and smelly paddle boat all day long. Under the whipping of the supervisor, he rowed wooden pulp day after day, and his feet were flowing with feces and urine without cleaning. Many people's feet were ulcerated and infected. Often, some people could not bear this painful torture and went crazy or died, so they would often stay with these corpses.

"Kill, kill those Germans." The noise circled above. Sometimes the Slavs would step on Martin, and even one Slav fell down in a hurry, but Martin did not move. He closed his eyes to prevent the other party from discovering that even if he could kill a Slavs with just reaching out his hand, Martin resisted this temptation because Aruod's order echoed in his mind.

"Disguised as a dead body with the special forces, and at the most critical moment, it turned into an unexpected crossbow arrow shot towards the enemy." Arod sat on the stone stairs of the city wall and inserted his sword to the ground. The arm armor on the left exuded a metallic luster. Martin thought this plate armor was very beautiful.

"It's not yet, Martin is not yet, I can't let Lord Earl down." Martin said silently in his heart, but soon he heard different screams above his head and cheers around him, as if the Slavs' attack had an effective effect.

"Haha, the damn Germans, they were smart enough to use smoke as a trick." A Rostock leader laughed loudly. He stood under the wooden ladder and raised his head to see elite Slav warriors jumping into the city wall one by one through the wooden ladder. He screamed excitedly. He waved his sword and pushed the shield-holding warrior beside him up.

"Drink~~~~." Suddenly, an inconspicuous corpse jumped up from the leader's feet. A sharp sword was pressed under the body of the corpse. When the corpse got up, it held the hilt and waved it. The Spanish sword skills were sharp and unrestrained. Just like their personality, the sword pierced the leader's heart. The sword was so sharp that it was made of quenching. There was a gap between the iron inlays on the leather armor, enough for the sword to pierce. The leader was stunned by the fright and sudden attack, but it was too late when he realized it.

"Ah~~~." The shield-holding warrior who was about to climb up saw his leader being killed by the corpse. Instinct made them drop the wooden ladder and rushed towards Martin. Martin half-squatted down and held his sword tightly, and raised the sword high. He didn't know whether he could deal with the five elite warriors holding shields at the same time, but he knew that he had to kill the enemies that threatened the walls of Count Arod.

"Do." The sword slashed on the shield. The Slav warrior skillfully used the shield to resist the sword's edge and pushed forward with force. Even if Martin's swordsman's superb swordsman was useless, it was useless. At this moment, several dead bodies jumped up from the ground. They slashed from behind the Slav warriors, and once again caught off guard, causing the elite Slavs who protected the wooden ladder to lose all their elite.

"What's going on below? Damn it~~~." Standing on the wooden ladder, he was about to support the city wall with his arms, and crossed the city wall to support the Slav soldiers who were fighting, but they soon found that their feet were unstable because their wooden ladder was kicked down by the special forces.

The special forces posed as dead bodies, and while the Slavs were concentrating on siege, they jumped up beside them, and used their sharp sword to slash the surprised Slavs, and pushed down the ladders on the city wall. Even at the risk of being besieged by the Slavs, the archers and crossbowmen on the arrow tower also began to support them with arrows, but the whirlwind cannons inside the city wall stopped firing, in order not to accidentally injure the special forces.

"Failure, another failure." Chief Rostock looked at the wooden ladder that he was pushed down. He did not expect that the cunning Germans would pretend to be dead bodies, but he felt a little funny. When he thought he had deceived his opponent, his opponent also deceived him.

"I'm going to kill the guy who killed Chief Yiden." Xavier tightly held the sword at his waist. He was wearing a leather vest with many small scales on the leather. He bent down and ran nimblely towards Martin, crossing many obstacles along the way. Xavier was the number one strong man under Chief Rostock. He could not tolerate a leader being killed without resistance.

"Um~~." Martin pulled the tip of the sword out of a Slav's body. He stabbed too deeply and had to use his feet to pull it out. This was the third person he had killed. In order to kill these three enemies, he even paid the price of being stabbed on his shoulder. It was impossible to hold a sword in both hands, so he could only hold the sword with his right hand. Just as he was sweating profusely on the city wall, he suddenly saw the Slav pointing at him with the spear in his hand and split a road. Relying against the city wall, he could swing his sword to block the spear in front of him.

"Good job, you're not a German." Xavier walked out of the middle of the Slavs. He pushed away the Slavs crowded around him. Good soldiers always hoped to meet the opponent. Martin leaned against the cold city wall and gasped. He just looked at Xavier who was walking over, raised the sword in his hand with one hand and put it on his lips and kissed it. The special forces were isolated outside the city wall at this time. If they were not supported, they would be besieged and killed by the Slavs. However, Martin had no complaints. He chose this way of fighting himself. Since God arranged this way, he accepted it calmly.

"Get out of here and let me deal with him myself." Xavier looked at Martin, who was like a beast being forced into a desperate situation, and what made him pay special attention to was his unyielding eyes.

"Clang~~~." The sword collided with the sword and made a loud noise. Martin moved his steps hard while blocking Xavier's sword with the sword in his hand. The two of them fought on the battlefield, and the strong warriors still retained the primitive tribe's duel method.

"It seems that your master has given up on you." Xavier's sword stabbed Martin from the bottom and shook Martin's will to resist with words. This was not mean but a skill of fighting swords. However, it was not easy for Martin. His will was particularly firm for a person who survived from a slave paddle boat.

"Close your beak, uh." Martin used a cross to slide away Xavier's sword, but the wound on his shoulder continued to bleed, which seriously weakened his physical strength and even affected Martin's vision. Xavier's sword was strong and powerful, and almost made him unable to hold his sword several times. The pain and frustration made Martin want to give up, but when his eyes looked diagonally above, the black lion flag on the city gate was reflected in his eyes.

"I'm tired of playing. Now I just want to cut off your head so that it can be hung at the door of my house. It must be very beautiful." Xavier's mouth showed a cruel smile. He liked to play with his prey until they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy or could only watch himself chop off their heads.

"Oh, oh, mys~~~." Martin staggered back, and the sword in his hand was inserted into the ground as a crutch. At this time, the sword was so heavy that he could hardly hold it, and the muscles in his arms began to tremble slightly. Xavier hoped that, Xavier took the step forward and kicked Martin's sword away.

"I have a good medicine powder obtained from the priests of Lomwa, which can preserve your head in full. I have never encountered such a head before, and I will preserve it well." Xavier raised his sword and aimed at Martin's neck. He could cut it with just a wave down. But at this moment, a low trumpet sound and the sound of the iron gate of the city gate suddenly came. The Slavs outside the city wall looked at the direction of the city gate in surprise, even Xavier was no exception.

"What happened? Have we captured the city gate?" the Slavs asked each other.

"Ahhhhhh~~~." Like the sound of a war drum, Aruod was wearing a chain mail and holding a half sword. He roared out of the city gate. He first knocked the face of a Slavic warrior standing at the iron gate with the hilt of the half sword. The heavy hilt broke his nose. Then Aruod held the first half of the sword with his right hand wearing leather gloves, making the sword become like a short sword, and inserted the tip of the sword into the eyes of the Slav standing on the other side. The clean and neat combo was like lightning. Following Aruod were forty walking religious knights, wearing chain mail and holding sharp swords, sweeping into the Slavs like a storm.

"Attack the city gate quickly, don't stand stupidly." Xavier looked at the repelled Slavs' troops in anger. More than a hundred people were actually attacked by forty walking knights. The roars of the knights and the sharp sword made the Slavs at the bottom very afraid. The sharp sword cut the tip of the spear and broke the soldiers' backbone. Five steps away, cutting the people who were trying to resist in half. The strong knights regarded war as sacred, and now the blood of the pagans immersed them in it. Each knight seemed to be a killing machine.

"Martin Come up." A rope hung down from the city wall and landed in front of Martin. Martin hurriedly grabbed the life-saving straw, and the people on the city wall immediately pulled him upwards.
Chapter completed!