"My lord! My lord, we can't hold it anymore. A knight of rank 10 ran to Baron York's tent and shouted.

Baron York had just put on his ornate full-body armor and strode out with his two-handed greatsword. The knight said with a sad face: "The other party's fire is too fierce, and they have fire/guns in their hands. Well, I don't know what kind of weapon it is, it's so powerful and so frequent that our fighters can't hold it anymore. ”

Baron York then shouted to the soldiers behind him, "Go and inform Reg and let them ......"

The soldier was trembling, and he opened his mouth to say something, but what came out of his mouth was blood, a big mouthful of blood. The soldier lowered his head, and on his lower abdomen, which was not protected by any armor, a vicious knife pierced his clothes, which was carrying his blood.

"Damn it!" Baron York pulled up his greatsword and shouted, "Who is it?" Get out. ”

Belmode's figure appeared behind the slumped guard, who bowed gracefully to the baron, "On behalf of my master, I greet you, Your Excellency the Baron de York. ”

York snorted, "Who is your master?" ”

He glanced at the knight next to him again.

The knight nodded, and quietly walked around to the other side of Belmode. He drew his sword sharply and threw himself on it with a roar. Baron York also took the opportunity to charge quickly, and the source power on his body appeared, and the turquoise source power light wrapped the two-handed giant sword. The light is reflected by the gems on the sword, which looks colorful and beautiful.

Belmode smiled faintly, his body suddenly spun up, and he didn't know what technique he used, seven or eight black lightning bolts suddenly shot out, separating the two Baron of York and the knight. The knight's sword danced impermeably, flicking the flying knife away. Baron York, on the other hand, used his sword as a shield, and rushed forward with his footsteps, and slashed at Belmode with a sword.

Belmode was one or two levels higher than him, but the two went to extremes. Sir York's greatsword restrained his short sword, and Belmode did not want to parry, and flashed away like a puff of black smoke.

Baron York slashed his sword into the air, took a breath, and shouted at the knight beside him, "Great, waste! ”

The knight shouted, drawing his sword. Suddenly, a black shadow collided in front of him, and the knight instinctively raised his sword to parry, but as if he had been hit by several galloping horses, the man vomited blood and flew out. When he fell to the ground, he saw that it was a man with a black war hammer in his hand, and in the man's dead eyes, the knight saw his figure.

Belmode whistled, "It's a little slow, Roy." ”

"You can't die anyway." Roy said with a blank face, and then dragged the hammer towards Baron York.

Belmode's figure disappeared into the air like foam, leaving only his faint voice: "It's really ruthless to say that." ”

The epilogue appeared behind the knight, and the knight was about to jump up with a chill all over his body. A jet-black dagger pierced through the gap in his armor and stabbed deep into his chest from the side. The knight's mouth opened wide and finally let out his last breath. Belmode put him down and squinted, as Bloy and Roy were already caught in the middle of the pitch by Baron York.

Equally using heavy weaponry as his weapon, Baron York pursued decorative significance, while the Bloys were exemplars of efficiency and practicality. Both of them use warhammer-type weapons, and Bloy's Hammer of Forbidden Destruction has not yet been able to exert its true power, but its quality is still above Roy's Warhammer. The two hammered and danced, and Baron York, not to mention the offense, even the defense became a problem.

During the battle, Bloy let out a roar that affected the baron's balance. The Hammer of Forbidden Destruction took the opportunity to sweep, and Baron York used all his strength to reluctantly pull back the greatsword to protect himself. The war hammer smashed on the greatsword, and Baron York's silver armor shattered inch by inch, and the tiger's mouth cracked open and could no longer hold the greatsword, so he could only let it fly out. He took a few steps backwards before he barely stopped.

Baron York gasped for breath and looked at the two Bloes with bloodshot eyes. Instead of rushing to attack, they moved out of the way, revealing a silver-haired teenager behind them. The overly handsome young man was looking himself up and down with a rough black knife in his hand. Baron York roared, "You are their chief? ”

Alan nodded, and the baron shouted, "Then let's have a duel between knights!" ”

"Sounds good, but I'm not a knight." Alan stepped back, and immediately ten flame soldiers stepped forward, the lines on their rifles lit up, and they fired at Baron York like a round of fiery missiles.

"I curse you!" The baron hugged his head, his eyes lit up by the swirling fireball.

Ten fireballs collided and exploded, forming a thick pillar of fire. The blasting fire set off a blazing wind, blowing everyone around them to retreat. The hot wind pressed Allen's hair back, and he stepped back and stared straight at the pillar of fire. As the flames subsided, Baron York could be seen curled up on the ground, but the figure had no breath.

From the fire in the horse pen, to the forced advance, to the killing of Baron York. The whole process took place in less than ten minutes, and at this time, a team of infantry of about thirty men rushed over from the forward camp of Storm City. Breuy and his two men each led five flame warriors to meet them, and they used the camp's environment to engage the enemy in an entanglement, and quickly counterattacked.

The power of the Flame Rifle is ahead of the world's fire/guns for I don't know how many years, and under the suppression of the fire of these high-powered rifles, the enemy infantry is constantly lying in the line of fire without even the two Breuys coming out.

The rough gunfire finally made Reg feel that something was wrong, especially the explosion that killed the baron, which made the knight of Storm City very uneasy. He sent another group of infantry, and even assigned a knight of the Thunder to find out.

The minimum standard for the Knight of Raging Thunder is level ten, and the level ten indicator of Storm City is far above the quality of the Knight of Sur City.

Also hearing gunshots and seeing explosions was Caesar. He snorted coldly: "If this is a trap, then I can only say that their blood capital is too big!" ”

Caesar raised his crystal spear and shouted at the warriors of his own stockade behind him: "Our homeland is protected by ourselves, who will rush with me!" ”

After that, the reindeer were already rushing down the slope first. When the warriors in the fortress saw that their leader had launched a charge, all of them suddenly became angry, and shouted and followed Caesar, pulling out a black blade.

"Rush!" Now, no matter how stupid King Kong is, he can see that it is not a trap, but a rare opportunity. If you don't take the opportunity to make a move at this time, when will you wait?

So all the Baimon warriors poured down the hill like a tidal wave, and the sound of their charge finally alarmed the army of Stormtown.

"Damn, how could those barbarians be here?" Reg shouted: "The infantry regiment comes forward, the fire/gun team is ready." Thunder Knights, mount and fight! ”

In the darkness of night, Storm City's fire/gun teams are arrayed to meet them. It's just that compared to the roar of the guns in the rear, the gunfire formed by the hundreds of firemen/gunners was actually suppressed. However, the power of gunpowder and projectiles was enough to injure the indigenous warriors, and if they hit the vital point, they would be fatal. Only those elite warriors who have already ignited the fire and whose source power is around level six or seven can use their source power to offset the impact of the projectile, and at most they will only suffer some painless injuries on their bodies.

Although the fire/guns were far inferior to Eren's rifles, they still brought down the indigenous warriors one by one. It's just that the Baimon people came suddenly, and even if Storm City reacted quickly, it was only enough to shoot two rounds, and the soldiers of the enemy and us had already collided with each other strongly.

At this time, the well-equipped infantry of Storm City showed its due advantage. Regardless, the steel armor and the sparkling swords still improved the infantry's combat effectiveness. In contrast, the weapons are backward, and the indigenous warriors without armor protection are using their lives to fill the gap between the two sides. Thankfully, Eren's guns were still ringing out, and they had a tendency to advance to the camp, which put a lot of pressure on Stormtown's side.

The mysterious and rough gunfire, as well as the two infantry squadrons that went and returned, cast a rich shadow over the hearts of the soldiers, so that their combat power could only be exerted seven or eight times out of ten. But the people of Baimon were determined to kill the enemy, and they were all brave. After going back and forth, it made them a draw.

But this situation was broken by Allen and the others.

The two infantry squadrons of Storm City were suppressed by the absolute firepower of Allen's side, and many elite combat forces that directly followed the strength of the Baron, and almost one or two face-to-face efforts were taken. Especially Allen's Ember Storm, this trick is most suitable for harvesting large areas of low-level soldiers, and when an Ember Storm is released, the infantry squadron in Storm City will be immediately reduced by more than half. If you rush the people behind you, you will be defeated.

Allen, they were like a sharp knife going deeper, and feeling the surprisingly huge pressure behind them, Reg was unable to send all the soldiers to the front line. They could only split their forces to meet Allen and them, so at least one-third of the five hundred soldiers in Storm City fell on Allen's team.

The tide of battle was turning against Storm City, and when a squadron leader came to his side covered in blood and reported the death of Baron York, Reg suddenly retreated. After all, this war was caused by Baron York, and now that the Baron is dead, Reg and the others are naturally not obliged to do their best for the city of Sur.

Caesar's crystal spear stabbed with lightning and killed an infantryman. He glanced to the left and right, and saw that the Storm City soldiers were retreating, and he was overjoyed. Crystal Spear pointed forward, "Keep attacking, we're about to win." ”

As he spoke, he led the warriors of the clan to rush to the next position, and in the fierce battle, there was a scream from behind him. Caesar turned back to see Baku pulling back his long knife from one of the infantrymen, but he had also made a cut in his chest. Caesar hurriedly stepped forward, hugged Baku and said, "Are you alright, brother?" ”

"I'm fine." Baku shook his head, but said in Caesar's ear, "But you must die here tonight, by their swords!" ”

Caesar heard that Baku's tone was not good, and before he could react, his lower abdomen was cold. But he saw Baku stabbing himself in the stomach, using the enemy's steel knife.

"Why...... Baku ......" Caesar asked in disbelief.

In the scuffle, no one noticed the slightest change, and Baku whispered in his ear: "This is for the sake of the Mongs, my brother." ”R1058