The boulder cannon did not fire a second shell after all.

In order to make it easier for the operator to observe the enemy and the point of impact, the Duke built six high platforms in the city for the placement of artillery and trebuchets. In other words, they are taller than the city walls, and no action from the other side can escape the eyes of the attackers.

This is a foolproof choice, as a condescending view not only leads to better firing efficiency, increases the range of shells and rocks, but also gives the enemy a strong sense of oppression.

But in the face of the unbelievable artillery of the Roland army, the high platform has become a striking target.

For the first time, Willion felt that a quarter of an hour was so long.

The explosions on the walls never seemed to stop.

Just as the soldiers were trying to reload the snow powder, a cannonball happened to land on the high platform on the right.

In an instant, a bright sun seemed to rise on the table, engulfing more than twenty people along with the huge boulder cannon, and then the bright red flames turned into countless tentacles and rushed in all directions, and the buildings in the city also raised a cloud of yellow dust due to the violent tremors.

A broken bronze pipe flew out of the flames, crashed into the side of another high platform, and fell to the ground, falling into a group of stone-carrying people, the flesh showing its fragility and powerlessness at this moment—when the barrel rolled twice and stopped, there was a puddle of reddish-brown flesh on the ground. And those unlucky ghosts whose hands and feet were crushed and still not breathed screamed as they hugged their unformed severed limbs, hoping that someone would give them a good time.

But Willion couldn't take care of them at the moment.

The watchtower was also a conspicuous target for the enemy, and as early as the moment the wall turned into a sea of fire, the nobles lost the courage to continue watching and retreated. And this decision was obviously correct, the speed of the enemy's artillery bombardment was far beyond everyone's imagination, almost every ten breaths there would be a round of shells on the ground, and the accuracy of the hit was getting higher and higher, and the perimeter of the city wall had become an extremely dangerous area.

At first, there were fireballs rising outside the city, and then they all smashed inside the city, and moved closer to the high platforms and the city gates. The city was filled with smoke and debris, a mixture of roar and wailing, like a scene in hell.

When the enemy finally stopped firing, the six high platforms were destroyed, and the city gate was blasted open.

According to the plan, the duke's soldiers should immediately lower the iron fence or the broken dragon stone to block the passage into the city, and at the same time be prepared to block the attack, but after such a terrible bombardment, it has become an unrealistic requirement to continue to hold their posts. Flames flowed down the grease, charred corpses could be seen everywhere above and below the walls, and even if someone managed to escape, they lost the courage to fight, let alone the people who had been forcibly recruited.

Those who could run had run away, and the rest were either frightened or seriously injured and unable to escape.

Although Willion thought that he would fail, he did not expect to lose so quickly.

Before the opponent was injured, the defense line collapsed across the line, and in the past two years...... What did Roland do?

"My lord, this ...... Can't beat ......."

"Let's surrender. ”

"Yes, surrendering doesn't mean admitting defeat, we can find another opportunity. ”

"That's right, as long as they stay in the East, this revenge will be avenged sooner or later. ”

"If His Majesty Tifeko were here, he wouldn't blame you, you've done your best, and you're just blaming the enemy for being too cruel. ”

Willion was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Galina.

The latter, in order to protect him as he retreated, pushed open a burning wooden beam with his hand, and the scattered charcoal fire burned a corner of her hair and left two black marks on her face. Even so, her eyes were as bright as before, without a hint of frustration or embarrassment, "I listen to you. ”

The Duke took a deep breath, "Surrender to you." ”

"Your Excellency...... What about you?"

"I've been preparing for two years, not to make a name for surrender without a fight," he said slowly, "and it is necessary to make Roland understand that strong force cannot conquer everything, and that His Majesty Tifeko has fearless vassals. Grena, where are my Knights?"

The chief knight said without hesitation, "All on standby in the second ambush zone." ”

"No need to hide, let them all come to the gates. "Viscount Arleigh Burke, remove all the traps you have prepared." ”

"Why?" said the nobles, surprised.

"Those things alone won't stop the enemy, so it's better to let them in and have a dignified and decisive charge—someone has to give an account at this point. "The Duke found that when the last moment came, he was unexpectedly calm, and no matter what, this scene would be written into the history books, and he would be worthy of His Majesty.

......

Half an hour later, Roland's army finally appeared at the gate of the city wall, and their actions were very cautious, first a small team dismantled the broken door panels, occupied the entrances and exits on both sides, and the follow-up troops followed one after another. Stepping into the city, they quickly set up improvised barracks in the middle of the long street, and two strange muskets were pushed in front of the battle.

Willion didn't care what the other man was going to do, he raised the reins, and led the knights out of the corner and lined up along the street.

Seven knights, and fifteen servants, were his last force to fight back.

This also convinced the duke of the necessity and superiority of the aristocracy.

In the face of such a desperate situation, only nobles who know what loyalty, honor and duty are, can still muster the courage to charge the enemy.

He pulled down his armor, set up his spear, and in the face of more and more intruders, he let out a long breath—

"Although we have failed today, history will not forget us, and each person's name will become a psalm, which will be sung in songs. Show courage and fight fearlessly until the last moment! Knights of the Borgs, charge with me!"

"Wansheng ——!"

With a wave of the reins, Willion led the group to speed up along the long street and launched a final charge towards the enemy position.

The billowing smoke and unquenched flames became the best decorations of the battlefield, and for a moment the Duke felt that this was the right place for him.

Soon the distance was cut to half, and the horse's speed was at its highest, but he did not hear the sound of the horse's hooves behind him like the beat of a drum. Looking back, Willion couldn't help but be stunned—he was surprised to find that the twenty or so people who had charged at the beginning had disappeared, and only Glina was left with him.

The street was not just one road, it was connected by many forks and alleys, and in that moment, Willion understood the cause and effect.

Why...... Will it be?

He wanted to ask this, but when he looked at the female knight's affectionate eyes, he suddenly felt that everything was not important again.

Such an ending doesn't seem bad either.

- At least you're around, aren't you?

Willion smiled, pressed his spear down, and aimed it at his nearest enemy.

Then a dense rain of bullets enveloped him.