When footsteps sounded at the entrance of the corner building, Grover cheered up and squeezed a smile on his face, but the smile made his appearance even worse. Sir Boris's strong figure appeared at the entrance of the corner building. Even when facing Grover, whom he hated, Sir Boris obeyed the necessary etiquette.

"Please enter the brave Sir Boris." Grover jumped out of the wooden chair enthusiastically, ran towards Sir Boris with his legs, and welcomed Sir Boris into the command conference room.

"Mr. Grover, I don't know what you're asking me for so late? If nothing is done, I have to go back to my post. I'm worried that the Bohemians will launch a despicable sneak attack." Sir Boris was not moved by Grover's enthusiasm. His armor was covered with the blood of the enemy, and the sharp sword became dull because he hit too many enemies, so he just had a short sword on his waist. After all, what he wanted to see was the commander of the castle.

"What else can I do except deal with the Bohemians in this tense moment?" Grover put down his hand with embarrassment, turned around and took Sir Boris to the map in the center of the conference table, pointing to Sir Boris and said.

"Please rest assured that as long as I still have a breath, I will fight to the end." Sir Boris raised his chin and said loudly to Grover. Under the torch, he became more majestic and tall, but also seemed to Grover's wretchedness. This made Grover, the nominal castle commander, froze his facial expression, but he quickly smiled again.

"It is worthy of being the example of the Knights that Count Lauziz praised." Grover said complimentally.

"Mr. Grover, please stop saying these meaningless frank words." Sir Boris scoffed at Grover's compliment. He knew very well that Earl Lauzitz had long disliked himself, a nagging old guy, and would not say such words as a knightly example.

"Yes, yes, Sir Boris, you can see that you can't support the city by defending the city now. The devilish siege towers of the abominable Bohemians made us very passive, so I decided that we would join forces tomorrow morning and burn all the siege towers placed outside." Grover said to Sir Boris.

"You mean burning those siege equipment?" Sir Boris also felt something was right after hearing this. The reason why the Bohemians were able to capture the outer edge of the castle was because of these siege equipment of unknown origin. If burned, it could delay at least for a period of time. This created an opportunity for waiting for reinforcements. I just hope that the Principality of Mason could still send supportive troops.

"What do you mean by sir?" asked Grover. Many of the military forces guarding the castle only obeyed Sir Boris' orders. It can be said that Sir Boris is highly respected in the army guarding the castle, and this influence is incomparable to outsiders like Grover.

"Okay, that's the decision." Sir Boris nodded and agreed. He thought it was worth taking the risk in order to protect the castle of the Lauziz family.

On the morning of the next day, there was a faint mist floating inside and outside the castle. The huge siege tower of the Bohemians was pulled down and retreated a distance from the city wall. On the streets of a distance, you could vaguely see a few Bohemian soldiers leaning against each other in groups of three or three around the siege tower, which seemed to be protecting the wooden tower. At this time, the gate of the inner city of the castle made a slight creaking sound. The iron gate was half hung up, and a group of soldiers rushed out of the city. They were only wearing simple leather armor and even thick linen clothes, holding short weapons such as daggers in their mouths, carrying a few wooden barrels of whale oil, and tiptoed out of the city gate.

"Sir Boris, look, right ahead, those idiots Bohemians thought we would never dare to walk out of the castle." Grover pointed ahead and said to Sir Boris. In order to ensure the quick and smooth completion of this action, everyone was lightly put on the battlefield, even Sir Boris and Grover were no exception.

"Follow me." Sir Boris waved his hand at his subordinates, and everyone bent down like a shark lurking in the mist, slowly moving towards the target. The closer they approached the wooden tower, the more nervous they felt. Some timid people couldn't help but wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

"Run~~." At a hundred steps away, Sir Boris took the lead in charge. He stepped forward and waved at a Bohemian soldier with his long dagger in his hand. However, the feeling of the dagger slashing on the soldier was light. Sir Boris, who realized something was wrong, grabbed the Bohemian soldier's body and drew out a lot of hay. It turned out that this was a scarecrow.

"What's going on? They're all dummies?" The other guards also noticed something was wrong. They couldn't help but exclaim. At this moment, only a few whizzing sounds were heard, and arrows shot from all directions. The guards following Sir Boris fell to the ground one after another.

"Just run away, this is a trap." A guard who was caught in several arrows on his back blocked Sir Boris with his body. He spit out a large mouthful of blood from his mouth, and the blood almost dyed his clothes red.

"Where is Grover, where is that dog bastard?" Sir Boris stared at his red eyes with a gusto. He shouted loudly, but Grover had long disappeared, and the sound of Bohemians speaking and horse hooves were heard around him.

"Just go quickly." The remaining survivors grabbed Sir Boris and ran towards the castle. Fortunately, they were not far from the castle gate. However, when they arrived at the gate, they saw that the half-open iron gate was completely put down. Even the survivors shouted loudly, the iron pillar gate with a thick wrist was still motionless.

"Kill them." The Bohemians rushed over like a tide. Sir Boris and his men fought to the death, but they had no armor and no weapons in their hands. They were not a match for the Bohemians at all with a few short daggers. When Sir Boris was blocked by the Bohemians with a shield and could not move at all, dozens of spears stabbed Sir Boris from the gap between the shields into Sir Boris' heart, chest, abdomen and thighs, but the stubborn old knight still cursed at the last moment of his life.

"Does such a knight really have to be killed?" When the Duke of Bohemia was riding on the horse, looking at the old knight who was wide open and stabbed by several spears, sitting at the base of the city wall, he couldn't help but feel regretful that he had not been able to have such a brave knight.
Chapter completed!