Chapter 100 The only sun in the hearts of Antorians!
Earl Hurley suddenly dodged sideways and nimbly dodged the spear that was aimed straight at his heart.
Immediately, the old nobleman drew his sword and struck without hesitation. He used the handle of the sword to push away the weapon in front of him, and embedded the sharp blade into the neck of a militiaman.
Scarlet blood spattered on Earl Hurley's slightly tired face, but he didn't care about it, and his eyes looking around were still solemn.
Wherever he looked, the militiamen who were attacking the city seemed to be crazy. They were rushing up the city wall one by one along the ladders they had set up earlier.
Even though the damage was severe, morale was still high.
These are a bunch of lunatics!
"Stabilize the position! These damn militiamen are no match for us!"
Earl Hurley took advantage of the moment to roar loudly. Then he kicked off his left foot, took a few steps forward, and used the sharp blade in his hand to kill a man. The militiamen who had just climbed up the city wall pushed him down hard.
"Kill!"
"Kill me!"
At this moment, the walls of Nangu City were already enveloped by shouts of killing.
Fortunately, Earl Hurley is mature and prudent. Although he is a Earl, he refuses to take a step back. Even though the guards around him have already disappeared in this chaotic battle, they are still surrounded by dozens of militiamen. Rushing left and right.
He didn't care about the injuries on his back at all. Every time he swung the sharp blade in his hand, he would take the life of a militiaman.
So much so that the defenders on the city wall seemed to have been inspired by the count. They were originally panic-stricken, but now they have gradually organized a defense line, and are gradually compressing the action space of the militiamen who rushed up the city wall.
Earl Hurley's judgment on the siege militia was not wrong.
Although the militiamen burst out with high morale and unprecedented courage under the influence of the little red bottle, in the final analysis, they were just civilians who had not received a few days of training.
They spend most of the year digging for food in the soil, and they have no rules about the use of weapons.
Therefore, in terms of training level and physical fitness, even though the militiamen who attacked the city were blessed with magic potions, they were indeed no match for the Nangu City defenders.
Furthermore, Nangu City is the hereditary fiefdom of Earl Hurley after all.
Unlike those tall and round nobles in the Kingdom of Andal, who can kill enemies on the battlefield at the age of over fifty. For this reason alone, Earl Hurley is not comparable to those idle nobles.
More sophisticated weapons, stronger armor, more training, and the advantages of local combat allowed the soldiers defending the city to gradually regain their familiar rhythm.
Therefore, as each militiaman fell and each ladder was overturned, the number of militiamen who were still going crazy on the city wall became fewer and fewer. The originally shaky situation in Nangu City gradually came under the strength of Earl Hurley. be redeemed.
It's just that...
after realizing that he had the opportunity to push South Valley City flat, Leon immediately let the Antolia militiamen step onto the battlefield.
Each of the 1,200 militiamen were elites honed in countless battles.
Plateau hounds, tall strange birds...
these monsters from the southwestern highlands and abandoned lands possess far more powerful power and impact than humans. Through the training of actual combat, Antolia was created. Human strength and bravery.
You know, the soldiers of Antolia have never been timid in the face of monsters. When the enemies in front of them become humans whose strength is far inferior to those monsters, it is no problem.
This is equivalent to asking senior high school candidates to take the test papers for the first year of high school, killing them indiscriminately!
When the first Antorian soldier stepped onto the city wall, Count Hurley clearly felt the difference.
Perhaps the weapons of the Antolians are still not as sophisticated as those of the defenders on the city wall, but these are a group of warriors who can kill monsters even with wooden sticks!
The combat consciousness that hovers on the edge of life and death time and time again allows Antolia's militiamen to easily judge the enemy's next move, and easily pierce the enemy's vital points with the blades in their hands.
"Hold it!"
Earl Hurley roared with all his strength.
However, after all, the soldiers of Antolia are not those ordinary kingdom soldiers who can touch porcelain. In almost a moment, the defense line that the defenders tried their best to stabilize was under the impact of the Antolian people. Torn apart.
The drugged militiamen may be a little inferior in terms of weapons, but they are definitely useful line-fillers.
So when Leon looked at the city wall again, the Antolia militia had completely taken the initiative on the battlefield.
One thing to say, Leon’s hands are actually itchy.
As a mage, he has long been accustomed to providing necessary long-range magic support to Antolia's soldiers when they fight hard.
But rules are rules after all.
It is the unanimous consensus of all the nobles of the Kingdom of Andal that mages cannot participate in the kingdom's civil war. Especially when the number of mages under his command is far less than that of other nobles, Leon will never take the initiative to break the rules.
"Earl Hurley is a talent."
Looking at the battle situation not far away, Leon couldn't help but sigh.
As a noble who set foot on the battlefield for the first time, it was obviously an extremely remarkable achievement to be able to persist under the attack of the Antolians for such a long time.
"Todd!"
Except for Juan and Andrew who went into battle in person, Todd had been commanding from the rear, so after hearing Leon's call, he rushed over as soon as possible.
"Lord Viscount."
Todd responded after hearing the sound,
"pass the order, and the person who killed Earl Hurley will be canonized as a knight!"
Leon said without hesitation.
There is no doubt that Earl Hurley is a capable person, very different from those nobles who only know how to eat, drink and have fun.
But as the lord of South Valley City, Earl Hurley could never be used by Leon.
Instead of capturing him according to the tacit agreement among the nobles after the war, it would be better to let Earl Hurley die on the battlefield.
After all...
after Leon successfully jumps into rebellion, the fewer nobles under Wilbert I who can lead troops to fight, the more important Leon, the Viscount of Antolia, will become.
"I understand."
Todd replied solemnly.
Unlike other aristocratic territories in the kingdom, the Antolians really have no psychological burden for killing nobles.
This is not like the Northland mercenaries who kill a group of people in one kill. On the battlefield of swords and swords, it is really a normal thing for a noble to die.
What's more, there is only one sun in the hearts of the Antolian people, and that is Leon Jimena.
As for the life and death of other nobles, the Antolians didn't care at all.
besides……
(End of chapter)