On the sixth day, Enrique the first Wolf was already feeling the pressure.

From the base camp to the tribal leaders under his command, and even down to the rank and file, all doubt his ability.

Although the Iron Wall City could not be taken for a long time, it was a big city, more than ten times the size of the small town before us.

Enrique was keenly aware of the changing mood of the army, which, as a makeshift army, was a harbinger of collapse.

'We can't wait!

He knows that this is an assessment, and now he can't get excellent, but at least one must be qualified.

If one thousand is not enough, two thousand will not be enough, three thousand will not be enough, and even if all these ten thousand people are thrown into it, it will also complete the task.

So the barbarians began their most savage attacks, with no regard for human life.

The reason why the first Wolf is called the first Wolf, in addition to leadership, is cold-blooded and cruel.

He can kill even his own people.

When a small group of barbarians shouted that they did not want to join the battlefield like a meat grinder, Enrique directly let the guards hold them down and took them to the front line of the battlefield.

"Cut it all down."

Realizing that Enrique was going to play for real, the ringleader immediately panicked and struggled to think.

"I am the young chief of the Bomir tribe, which of you dares to kill me? My father won't let you go.

Enrique, you're out of order. You have no right to kill me.

I will go to the Grand Master to Sue you, and I will kill you."

Enrique's face was grimmer than ever. This time he had lost out.

But his guards don't care who you are, the order hasn't changed, so carry on.

When a noble man of blood is separated before him, all the barbarians are honest.

The walls are about to break. There's no need to die.

And Derek, seeing the drama outside the city, also took Baron Palmer quietly back.

The soldiers on the walls were replaced with militiamen, and the resistance waned.

But it makes the barbarians think it's all their own.

"These Mega men can't hold on."

A small leader of the barbarians rushed up to the wall and cut a gap in two or three.

More barbarians followed, far watching Enrique finally breathed a sigh of relief, although it looks like a lot of casualties, but at least it succeeded.

"Get everybody ready, this time... Do not seal the knife."

Enrique gave a cold order.

Such a huge loss, if we can not take the opportunity to quell the grievances of the soldiers, the post-war troubles will be even greater.

This order soon spread across the battlefield, and all the soldiers were crowded forward and afraid.

Seeing the city in ruins, running late can not catch anything.

Soon the walls were overrun by barbarians and the gates were quickly opened.

"Kill! Rob the fuck."

Barbarians scramble to squeeze into the door, although the people in front have seen the existence of the barengcheng, can not have seen, two also can not stop, can only passively move forward.

To tell you the truth, this makeshift barbeque is not as well defended as we thought.

But it doesn't have to be another battle.

In a quarter of an hour, three or four thousand barbarian soldiers poured in, and soon the small open space was filled.

The barbarians are already climbing up the barges.

And Enrique was also relieved that he could not see the situation inside the city, but according to general experience, a large number of soldiers poured into the city, the overall situation had been decided.

"Mega Man reinforcements are close, and the base camp needs me to pull this nail out as soon as possible to join up, and wait for a battle to destroy the Mega Man reinforcements."

Enrique is already thinking about how to make amends.

Today's losses will naturally be erased by making great achievements in the coming battles.

Meanwhile, Derek had coldly waved, "Fire!"

Greased torches came down from the sky, and not one or two.

The huge crowds of barbarian soldiers did not notice the combustibles and firewood around them.

Only the barbarians huddled next to these masses of firewood could anyone think of the possible consequences.

"Stop crowding, it's a Mega Man plot, it's all firewood."

The frightened few could not stop the madness of the barbarian soldiers.

There are even people who carry a stack of firewood as a ladder to climb.

They had seen Mega Man close at hand, even the pity on each other's faces.

Pity?

Ba-boom!

The flames spread, and the greased wood, like gasoline, burned quickly.

In just a few seconds, the whole town was filled with fire and smoke.

Locke soldiers have begun to retreat, even if a few people run out now what?

First and foremost, let's not get shot.

Within the barangay, a large clearing had been cleared to prevent accidental injury.

As the smell of grease wafts through, Derek pulls his helmet back on and pulls his undernail.

Baron Palmer's face was pale, and he seemed to be able to hear a distant wailing.

"No more adventures, Derek Knight?"

The present victory, not to mention the title of baron, is enough to secure a baronial territory.

There's no need to risk it again.

"Once in a lifetime, an opportunity is lost."

Derek mounted his horse and opened the east gate.

All the knights were very excited, the cruelty of the war was feared, but the honor and reward of the victor was desired.

Seeing the credit in front of us, how can we not be anxious?

When the cavalry took the lead, the infantry followed.

These days, the well-preserved fresh army is finally put to use.

War is a game of men, not of numbers.

A thousand beats a million, a few beats a lot.

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Today, let yourself make a legend.

Personally in the history of the kingdom of Locke, engraved an indelible stroke.

And let the world hear von Derrick's voice.

I'm coming!

When Mega Man came out, the few barbarians blocking the east gate still hadn't reacted.

Their troops also crowded to the south gate, but they did not know whether they had squeezed in.

The barbarian soldiers were at first very excited to see the glory of walking in front of them.

But pretty soon, there's a huge influx of Mega men, and their brains are shut down.

Where's the army from?

Kill!

The army was easily penetrated.

By the time Derek got around to the south gate, lone Wolf Enrique had spotted the firelight.

There was a fire in the sky, and I could see it very clearly even during the day.

The barbarians who had never experienced this move could not understand what was happening.

Then, just a handful of survivors ran out crying for their parents.

Some of the burning men fell to the ground with a flop.

Enrique reacts quickly. It's over.

With those who died a few days ago, 80% of this temporary regiment is dead.

The rest of them, they're not going to be useful.

With the loss of up to a third of the southbound soldiers, the operation could be declared a failure.

All the gains of the previous war have been erased, and I don't know how many people want to die.

So, they themselves are doomed.

When Derek charged with his army, the rest of the barbarian soldiers collapsed.

The lone Wolf Enrique has been unable to restrain the soldiers, and even was coerced to escape together.

And Mega Man is in hot pursuit.

Here is indeed too close to the Iron Wall City, a day of running stop, you can see the south gate of the Iron Wall City.

The first deserters arrived here as the sky turned dark.

Before the barbarian army can react, Derek comes from behind and rushes into the camp.

At the end of the day, despite a short rest, the soldier was exhausted.

However, savage people are not easy, a day of confrontation, and even a few waves of temptation to attack, physical consumption is not small.

The most important thing is that there is no guard.

The morning news, or the Locke man that light into the army was surrounded, although the lone Wolf Enrique lost troops, but also firmly encircled the other side.

Everyone even thinks it can be breached today.

And Mega Man's reinforcements, two or three days away, are no threat.

No one expected an enemy to rush in.

The element of surprise, naturally unprepared.

When both sides are tired, this little bit of surprise is the straw that breaks the camel's back.

And here's the difference between elite and ordinary, Derek's rigorously trained soldiers have a few notches of will and discipline.

"Advance! Advance!"

The frantic shouts of the officers at the bottom paralyzed the flag command completely.

In this chaotic and dark battlefield all around, only the front and the narrow space to the left and right could be seen.

The soldiers' fears will be amplified and chaos will continue.

As a result, the importance of junior officers has increased dramatically.

Day after day of training, the powerful blessing of the panel, so that the will of these low-level officers as hard as steel.

Even if they knew that the enemy camp was deep and that all they could see was the enemy, they did not waver at all.

All they know is, do what they're told, and Lord Derek will take care of the rest.

Onward!

Kill!

Then fix everything.

Like an arrow, shot through the weak resistance of the barbarians.

If you look from the sky, you can see teams of Rokke soldiers, in simple formations, constantly charging.

Encounter the enemy group, and even the flag captain and even the hundred commanders flexibly took over the command, temporarily commanding the army to disperse resistance.

This kind of tactical literacy, which almost every officer has been trained in, goes to the bone.

Once may not be perceptible, but again and again it adds up, that is, the barbarians are scattered again and again, as if they are completely panicked, and they cannot organize a little resistance.

It builds up like a snowball, and soon it becomes unstoppable.

Finally, the cavalry ran about, setting fire to the camp with one torch after another.

The burning of the camp added to the chaos.

The barbarian rout, who had just escaped to the camp and suffered a heavy blow, had lost the strength to continue to flee.

But the barbarian soldiers of the southern Battalion would like to have two more legs.

The chaos of the southern camp was naturally discovered by the barbarian commander.

But the speed of the defeat was too fast, so fast that the herald he asked had just set out, and the routed soldiers arrived at the door.

Derek rounded up some of the soldiers and slowly drove them behind the deserters.

Although everyone was very tired, they still made an offensive gesture.

It is the so-called brave war, at this time to give up oppression, but will give the barbarian base camp opportunity.

It's an aggressive attitude, which is more frightening.

Sure enough, without understanding the situation, the sky was already dark, and the barbarians dared not attack.

"Let the routed troops take a detour from behind the camp," the barbarian commander stood on the watchtower, scattered torches in the night, unable to see the incoming enemy, but the other side can fight under the night, still maintain a neat queue, obviously the elite of the elite, and then saw the chaotic and abusive routed soldiers under the camp, he waved: "Shoot the arrows and divert them, or they'll all be killed."

At times like these, caution is necessary.

If you let the routed troops in privately, it is likely to be attacked by the enemy, and then the trouble will be big.

He'd rather shoot a bunch of stampeders than risk it.

When the arrows of their own people fall, no matter whether the barbarian soldiers are cursing or crying, they can only obediently detour.

It was cruel, but it was a sensible choice.

Derek tilted his head and saw Simon eager, seemingly unaware of his tiredness.