Although many people say that failure is the mother of success, lessons can be learned from failure, and the road to success can be finally achieved.

But in fact, as long as there is even the slightest chance of success, I believe that no one will like to taste the bitter fruit of failure.

What's more, the tricks of self-consolation and self-deception above are just excuses used by losers to appease and cover up their ugliness.

Baron Marais is obviously unwilling to accept the fate of defeat, and wants to use all the resources at his disposal to make a final desperate fight.

But unfortunately, after all, he was only a temporary commander elected by the noble alliance, and he had neither the prestige enough to convince the public, nor the corresponding rights, and the result was self-evident.

None of the nobles were willing to contribute their carefully cultivated spellcasters, but instead sent letters home through various birds, and their wives and children fled with valuable belongings.

As for the very few, they have begun to secretly conspire, intending to secretly betray their allies, and fight back at a critical moment to strive for leniency for meritorious service.

After all, the so-called aristocratic alliance is originally a loose interest group, and they will gather together because of interests, and they will also turn against each other because of interests.

Especially when there is no hope of victory, the despicable side of human nature will definitely be vividly expressed.

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Time passed day by day, and three days passed in a flash.

Although Taser had endured the lack of orders to attack, he had not been idle these days, constantly using reinforcements from far and wide to test his soldiers between physical and spirit, only to find that ordinary swords could not really hurt them.

In only three days, at least more than 2,000 scattered noble private troops were slaughtered, and the corpses and heads were still in front of the city gates for the soldiers on the city wall to watch, which greatly damaged the already low morale.

At present, instead of cutting off the river as originally planned, and piercing the queen's heart like a sharp dagger, Tillsburg was besieged by three layers inside and three layers outside, and except for the occasional limited exchange of information with the outside world through domesticated birds, they were basically deaf and blind.

Anyone who knows anything about war understands what a terrible thing it would be to lose a source of intelligence.

Not to mention anything else, just those unlucky people who have been completely wiped out have to crawl out of the world of the dead and shout the word "injustice" loudly.

You must know that the news they got before was all going well, otherwise they would not have hurried over to meet the teacher, for fear that they would be excluded from the spoils distribution meeting after the victory if they came late.

Unfortunately, plans never change as fast as they come.

Who would have thought that the counterinsurgency army, which had been blocked in the Swamp, would descend on the gate of the fortress overnight, and also blocked the contact with the outside world.

Holding the frightened expressions of the defenders at the head of the city, the old general asked without looking back: "Master, the three days have come, can I start giving the order to attack?"

"Of course, but don't forget, when the battle is over, the two first offenders are removed, and I don't want to see a third person alive. Isolt reminded coldly.

"All, even the servants and merchants?" Tether subconsciously frowned.

Isolt smiled unhurriedly and asked, "Do you think the servants and merchants who are still in it at this time will be on our side? No! They are all with a group of rebels! The people who are truly loyal to the queen and finally the kingdom have already returned to the royal capital as soon as possible." Don't worry about it, and Her Majesty will be your most solid backing. And you yourself will become the hero of the kingdom, the fierce and brutal executioner in the eyes of the enemy. ”

"Understood!" Tateser nodded slightly, drew the sword that hung from his waist as a symbol of power, and shouted at the motionless army, "For the Queen, for the Kingdom, attack, kill all the rebels, and bring their leaders before me!"

Rumble!

Tens of thousands of soldiers with a ghostly light turned into entities and slammed their weapons into the ground with a loud bang.

Next Second......

Once again, they turned into spirits and appeared directly through the walls at unimaginable speed, appearing beside the defenders out of thin air.

This sudden onslaught was clearly beyond the expectations of the demoralized defenders, who could not have dreamed that the walls on which they had high hopes were useless, and that the enemy even used them as air and ornaments.

"Ah!!!h

"No! don't kill me! I don't want to die!"

"Surrender!

......

Less than five minutes after the start of the all-out assault, the defenders on the city walls were in ruins, and countless soldiers threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground, trying to escape death in this way.

But the spirit soldiers ignored it at all, and still strictly followed the commander's slaughter order, even if the other party knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, constantly telling that he still had his family and his children waiting to be fed.

In the blink of an eye, blood, stumps, unbridled fields and internal organs stained the walls of Tillsburg, and no nobleman, nor an ordinary soldier, was lucky enough to escape.

Not to mention them, even a few cooks who were responsible for lighting the fire and cooking, as well as the female captives who were captured as tools to vent their desires, all became cold corpses without exception.

Cold!

Ruthless!

Highly efficient!

This group of creatures created with the rules of death and mortal souls fully demonstrates what the ultimate killing efficiency is.

They are different from the undead who hate living creatures in their hearts and will only rush to the top in a mess, not only do they have the ability to think independently, but they also know how to form and cooperate.

Thousands of defenders were almost dead and wounded in less than ten minutes, and only a handful of elite retreated to the upper echelons of the castle to resist stubbornly.

"Damn! what the fuck is this?my sword! my sword can't hurt them!" one of the knights cursed as he waved his sword and shield back.

The original sturdy armor on his body had been cut several times at this moment, and the shield was almost deformed.

But helplessly, no matter how superb his martial arts are, if he hits the opponent a few times, it will end up like stabbing into the air, and there is no effect at all.

Despair!

True despair!

Even the brave will inevitably fall into panic in the face of an enemy who cannot be killed, and if they do not know that the other party will not leave prisoners at all, I believe that they will be willing to throw down their weapons and choose to surrender, instead of dying like now, just to be able to live for a few more minutes, or even a few seconds......