They didn't roar, they didn't roar, they moved silently like crimson ghosts across the square in the Lion Castle, but they exuded no weaker momentum than an army that had rallied the knights to their peak by shouting and roaring.

In the silence, sometimes the sense of power revealed is more hideous.

In particular, at this time, the spirit of war withstood a dense rain of arrows, not a single casualty, and the speed was not affected by the slightest, which made the soldiers in the Lion Fort even more terrified of this army.

And the most feared thing is the hundreds of soldiers in the cave of the city gate.

They had no way to retreat, and there was nowhere to escape if they wanted to, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in their hearts when they saw the silent but terrifying heavy cavalry legion that exuded a monstrous flame, charging towards them with a clear goal.

"Why are you charging at us? We are here in the city gate! Some of the soldiers roared in terror as they fought desperately against the violently shaking gates.

"You're going to die yourselves! If you kill us, you'll hit the gates and kill yourselves! Some of the soldiers roared frantically at the approaching spirit of war.

"Stop, stop! You lunatic! The lives of our infantrymen are not worth your lives! And the soldiers in the gates of the city cursed loudly and persuaded the spirit of war to stop the charge.

In response to them was the silent silence of the spirit of war, and they accelerated and charged as always, even if they charged into the cave of the city gate as told the enemy, and finally under the tremendous speed of the war horse, they were likely to crash headlong on the city gate, they did not hesitate in the slightest, and did not waver at all.

They are not ordinary armies, but summons of Kant, who have no mind of their own except for killing skills, and do everything according to Kant's orders.

"Aren't you damned archers from the fiefdom of the Grand Duke? Don't you look down on us native soldiers? Now why are you so rubbish, not a single enemy cavalry can shoot to death? You bunch of garbage, garbage, junk! ”

The horror of death was getting closer and closer, and some soldiers suddenly collapsed directly due to fear. Tears of fear flowed from their faces, but their mouths cursed the archers of the same camp as them on the towers and battlements. They were the army of the Lion Castle itself, not the elite of the war-torn men who had been sent from the territory of Baron Ryan Essai Cameron.

More than ten years of peace have corroded their will to war, making them weak and afraid of death.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The horses of a hundred war spirits stepped on the bluestone slabs on the Lion Fort Square in a neat and orderly sound, like a drum and a heavy mallet, striking the hearts of the infantry in the city gate hole one by one, causing the fear and despair in their hearts to grow and spread wildly.

"Ah~~, I can't stand it! I can't stand it anymore! I'm going to open the gates, I'm going to run out, I'm going to run out! This heightened pressure soon led many infantry to become dominated by fear and despair, and the instinct to survive drove them to do all sorts of crazy acts.

The time of peace has really corroded them completely, and they would even think of opening the city gate to escape at such a critical moment, is it safe outside the city gate?

The Spirit of War soon crossed a large distance and officially charged into the city gate, and some soldiers in the outermost part were immediately killed by the galloping war horses because they had nowhere to dodge, and a large part of their chests collapsed directly. Before the moment, they let out a terrible wail, which further irritated the infantry who were close to the city gate and held the city gate.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Lift the gate valve up! One soldier yelled frantically, and a dozen or so soldiers lifted the heavy gate valve.

"Ahh That's great! That's great! The gate valve is raised! We were saved, we were able to escape! The soldier wept with joy and was about to open the castle gate with the other soldiers.

Rumble! Rumble!

Suddenly, two huge roars came from above the castle gate, and the castle gate, which had already lifted the gate valve down, naturally could not stop the impact of the siege wood in the slightest. At this moment, the siege wood directly opened the city gate, and the first to bear the brunt were the soldiers who were close to the castle gate.

In an instant, they were shocked by the tremendous force transmitted from the city gate, and then they were hit by the rapidly blasting open gate, which was no better than being hit by the charging war horse. In an instant, they spat out blood containing fragments of internal organs, and let out a terrible and terrible howl, and their voices were full of remorse and despair.

The gate of the castle was bombarded unconsciously for more than half an hour, making them all think that the force of the outside bombardment of the gate was nothing more than that. As everyone knows, although these soldiers have endured violent shocks and some strength for the castle gate. But most of the force was blocked by the heavy gate valves of the city gates.

They took the gate valve down by themselves, and it was really self-defeating.

"The gates of the city were opened by themselves? How could the soldiers of Fort Lion be of such quality? Kant looked up at the hundreds of corpses that had been thrown from towers and battlements onto the Lionburg Square to make room for other archers, and wondered: "Are these fierce archers, and those who are as timid as rats and who can't see the situation clearly, really the army of the same nobles?" Why is the gap so big? ”

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Kant said to himself: "It's okay, I originally thought that the death of 100 war spirits would be exchanged for the early opening of the gate of the Lion Castle, but I didn't expect that it would be unnecessary at this time!" ”

Kant was in a state of mind at this time, and he was charging violently, and the 100 war spirits who were rushing towards the city gate cave suddenly disappeared without warning.

Kant wouldn't be willing to trade the lives of the spirit of war for the lives of infantrymen who looked more like ragtags than regular troops, it was too worthless.

Viscount Ryan Esai Cameron, who retreated to the depths of the castle, looked at Viscount Carl Cameron indifferently: "This is the elite infantry you trained to use to capture Lionheart City?" ”

Viscount Carl Cameron blushed, not daring to refute the slightest. The authority of the parents is so strong that he cannot tolerate half a point of rebuttal. And in the face of iron-clad facts, he has no confidence to refute.