"boom……"

The sound of the muskets fired was deafening, and they were even less weak than the explosion of shells. At this time, there was no trace of defenders at the top of the city, and they had been driven down from the walls of Turin. Originally, the twelve great masters had gathered many brave people, and then brought all the large wooden or metal shields to try to rush to the walls. However, the thunder and the muskets at the top of the city gave them huge damage.

Especially those "reincarnation cannons" outside the city were able to respond to the coordinates provided by the soldiers in the city wall and carry out relatively accurate gap attacks. The dense firepower finally ruined the dukes' hopes. At this time, they had retreated to the city, a mansion full of wounded groaning in pain, and discussed solutions to the problem.

"Do we continue to fight with them?"

A duke with a bandage wrapped in his face and a frozen blood stain, asked such words with disappointment, asking others and himself. His head was shaking weakly and slowly, and his lost eyes made everyone in the hall feel confused. When he did not get answers from others, he lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then raised his head, looking at a brave look from the complexion of his face.

"We can't send more soldiers to slaughter them, those muskets...those muskets and shields can't stop them, and armor can't stop them. I...I'm the most obvious example, so I said..."

Speaking of this, a hint of begging appeared in his eyes. It seemed that he wanted to ask for the approval of the person beside him.

"I said, we surrender, these glorious warriors have done their best, and I think everyone will understand!"

His words made the whole hall quiet, but everyone could smell the sorrow and fear that was floating around the hall.

"I, I can't stay here anymore, it will suffocate me!"

The person who spoke was one of the twelve dukes. He opened the door and walked out. His subordinates hesitated for a moment and walked out with him. No matter where he went, the people in the house didn't care, because he expressed that he had given up the right to choose. No matter where he went, he could not leave Turin City. Although there were not many troops outside the city at this moment, when he lost the city wall, he also lost control of the "Qianjin Gate". Without the control of the city gate, the people in the city could not go anywhere.

The backs of those who left made the hearts of those who stayed heavier. They looked at each other one by one, as if they wanted others to decide where they destined for them, but they themselves did not dare to make a choice. Surrender may be a prerequisite for being massacred. After all, they are not facing European monarchs. If the attacking now is the Holy Roman Emperor Frederick II, they may not be worried about their future orders. But the emperor of the East seemed to have no idea about money. The soldiers he captured in Milan were once said that they had not been released until now. If they did not surrender, then whether this guy would massacre the city like those Arab monarchs would be a question.

"No, we are not defeated, we still have many soldiers, they...they...we need to gather them together, and then we counterattack, just attack the city walls..."

Compared with the disappointed and sad person, this person who waved the sword seemed to have the courage to decide their destiny for the people in the city. The long sword in his hand was waving, and the market shouted, hoping that everyone would obey his orders. Don't be confused anymore, even if you die, you can die as much as possible.

Unfortunately, he had a good idea, but he had no actual plan to do it. Attack the city wall, although the musketeers there no longer fired continuously. They were still standing there straight, with only a few sharpshooters still hunting the defenders who had not put down their weapons. If they were attacked by bows and arrows, a group of shells would fly from outside the city in a blink of an eye, blowing the area where the archers were hidden into ruins. The pause before dawn seemed to give the defenders in the city and the frightened citizens a chance, a chance to surrender safely.

"Will it be easy to attack the city wall? No, let's not delay, I suggest we surrender now. After all, the army outside the city is the army of His Majesty Emperor Frederick II. I guess there will be no cruel things, and you should have heard of it. The emperor of the East is just the son-in-law of His Majesty Frederick II. I want..."

The Duke of the Warrior sneered, speaking with a teasing tone.

"Hmph, you think, are you sure you think right? If you think right, then maybe you shouldn't oppose His Majesty the Emperor and stand with His Majesty the Pope. If you want to be strange..."

The wielding sword man looked at his companions' eyes and suddenly stopped talking. Because they were friends, if they finished those words, if everyone could survive in the future, they would never be friends again. A little resentment in his heart was that if it weren't for his friend, he might not have stood in opposition to His Majesty the Holy Roman Emperor Frederick II.

Thinking of this, he changed the subject and ended with a joke.

"Forget it, I think if you want to blame him, I can only blame His Majesty the Pope for not having a daughter! Think about the two emperors outside us, they all married their daughter to that pagan, and we... I think we should not fight again!"

After saying that, he threw the sword in his hand on the underground steps and stepped into two sections. His duke friend looked at the people around him, and probably they had nothing to say.

"Okay, we surrender, this battle..."

It seems that he does not want to define this war. After all, regardless of the bravery or justice of the warriors, it is just a matter between His Majesty the Emperor and the Pope. These dukes actually cannot control their own destiny.

Not long after, when it was dawn, the entire city had completely put down its weapons. The soldiers lined up and concentrated in the city square under the watchful eyes of musketeers. The long swords, long bows, military flags and other weapons were thrown at Zhao Fubo's feet.

Zhao Fubo was in a good mood at this moment. His real subordinates were not injured. As for the musketeers, there were only less than 100 casualties. Most of them were traumatized by bows and arrows. Fortunately, no one died under the arrows. This is enough for Zhao Fubo!
Chapter completed!