European Emperor Cultivation System

Chapter 54 The Battle of Trapped Beasts
"What's wrong, so panic."

Edward had just inspected the cavalry and was about to launch the next round of counterattack. The fire outside had been burning for several hours since the morning, and now it was almost extinguished, and it was time for a decisive battle.

"Reinforcements from Compiègne...have surrendered."

"The city of Rouen has also fallen."

According to the information Roland received from Rouen, the Normandy Palace has become an isolated city, and if it sticks to it, it won't get any more help.

It was obviously the first time for Roland to see Edward's anxious appearance. Looking at the Marquis, who is known for being rigorous and careful, he seemed to have lost his composure at this moment, and just looked at the sky like a dull child. .

"Everything is over. Let's retreat. Follow the path in the mountains. You can save as much as you can. You can't stay here any longer." Soon Edward regained his sanity and made a statement that Roland thought was the most correct under the current situation. decision.

The Normandy palace is backed by highlands and rivers, and only one side is an open and wide plain. The terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. As the owner of the castle, the Duke of Normandy naturally knows this. The battle was launched in the area, and the remaining positions were just pretending to deploy some mobile troops to confuse the opponent.

In order to buy himself enough time to retreat, Edward specially ordered his men to loot the property in the city to appease the militiamen who were instigated by him. They probably naively thought that the new Duke was still painting a beautiful picture for them. The blueprint of the game, but little did he know that he was already a chess piece that had been abandoned.

"Come on, God is on our side."

After Edward compiled the biggest lie of his life, he was ready to gather his trusted troops to retreat through the side door.Edward was still as ruthless as ever, and his life experience was full of lies and exploits. Earl Brandt, who was the insider at the beginning, was also given up by him without hesitation.

"My lord duke, is it really okay for you to be like this?" Roland watched Edward's various deeds, and couldn't let go of a lump in his heart.

"Don't call me Lord Duke, I am already a loser now, please call me Marquis Edward in the future."

Edward looked at the fading sunset, and the fading afterglow really matched his current situation.

"Later generations will make their own decisions, and history will be judged. There is no right or wrong, only winners and losers."

Edward's elite cavalry who had originally planned to charge into battle were now desperately preparing to leave through the side door, taking advantage of the moonlight to escape before the enemy's large troops surrounded them.

And those abandoned chess pieces are currently guarding the city. In Edward's mouth, they are just humble, ethereal, poor people like dust.

As Edward expected, after Scott's subsequent troops joined the Duke of Normandy, they quickly divided their troops to surround the Normandy Palace. The Duke of Normandy's camp, which had completely eliminated all worries and had an absolute advantage in military strength, now completely controlled the entire Normandy Palace. War situation.

"Attack by force? I think it's better to persuade them to surrender. Now the enemy's reinforcements won't be coming for a while. Their plan has failed. The initiative lies with us. Wouldn't it be better to fight without bloodshed?"

When Scott heard that the Duke of Normandy was going to directly attack the palace castle, he hurriedly dissuaded him. After all, he had participated in the reinforcement of the city wall and had a certain understanding of the overall performance of the city wall. At this time, besieging the city and persuading surrender is the most sensible.

"No, I must let this bastard Edward know that I, Richard, keep my word and say that if I want to teach him a lesson, I will beat him to death."

The Duke of Normandy tightened his belt again, took out his double-edged ax and waved it passionately. This descendant of the Vikings was still used to using conventional Viking weapons, but he still stabbed it at his waist in a decent manner. It is accompanied by a decorative knight's sword.

"Launch the fiercest charge towards Tanniang's palace in Normandy." The Duke of Normandy roared, and all the troops swarmed forward and launched the final charge towards the palace castle.

"Your Excellency Ke Luo, it is an honor to fight alongside you." Mist gave a noble salute enthusiastically.

"Your spice bath is truly extraordinary. I hope to experience it again this time when I go back."

Ke Luo laughed loudly, "Of course it is, Lord Mister, this war is over, you must come to my fortress to experience it again."

Accompanied by loud shouts of killing, a group of nobles led by the Duke of Normandy charged forward collectively, and Scott led light cavalry to launch an offensive at the side door. It was only a matter of time before the city was broken.

"Damn it, there's no way to fight this."

At the last moment, Brandt was temporarily appointed as the commander-in-chief of the defense. At the moment, he was in charge of the fortification of the entire palace. Facing the double disadvantage in numbers and equipment, Brandt was extremely busy.

"Tell Duke Edward, I need an elite army to rush to the main gate, the enemy has already started to build ladders."

Brandt grabbed the collar of the soldier next to him, shouted and continued to command from the front line.

"Facing the guys in different suits of armor in front, the archers and throwers are all focused on taking care of them." Brandt simply ran along the battlements like a messenger at this moment and shouted, ignoring his dignity identity of.

In order to show their noble status, nobles in the Middle Ages often made a fuss about their horses and equipment. Therefore, the distinctive costumes were placed among the crowds of uniformly mass-produced armors, which were no different from living targets.

A row of volleys were thrown down, and some of the unlucky nobles were hit by arrows and fell to the ground, while others were smashed into deep pits by boulders.

"Very good, go on, prepare for the second round." Brandt looked very happy, cheering like a successful mate.

The soldier who had been ordered by him to ask for reinforcements came back with small steps. He even rolled his helmet to the side in a panic, and he didn't bother to pick it up.

"What's the matter? Where are the reinforcements?" Brandt saw that he came back alone, and there was no one behind him.

"Duke... Your Excellency the Duke...he has already run away..." The soldier spoke very fast, stuttering, and did not dare to raise his head.

"Go to hell, what is your lord duke, this is terrible."

Brandt realized that he was being teased at all, so he vented all his anger on the unlucky soldier, kicking his chest hard, and the guy rolled a few meters away.

It was the second round of counterattack, and a few more unfortunate guys died in the dense crowd.

"Mister, Mister, how are you doing?" When Kolo came back to his senses, he found that his comrades who were still fighting side by side just now had been hit by the arrow and fell to the ground.

"I can still hold on." Mister breathed a sigh of relief, the flying arrow missed a vital point, so it shouldn't be a problem to save his life.

Ke Luo hurriedly dismounted to help, and helped Mister up, "Hang on, buddy, you'll be fine soon, the priest in Rouen will save you."

"Be careful." Ke Luo's energy was all on Mist's side now, and he didn't notice that the enemy army in front of the city was preparing for the next round of attack.

Before he had time to remind him, Mist directly pushed Ke Luo aside with all his strength, and he was crushed under the boulder thrown from the battlements.

"Mister, Mister, are you okay?"

Ke Luo hurriedly got up and pushed away the stone that was pressing on Mist, but there was no sound from the bottom, and the blood flowed to Ke Luo's leather boots along the gap.

"What are you doing?" Brandt was only now gradually regaining his senses.

"Don't fight, don't fight, Kaesong surrendered, there is no hope, if you hear me, whoever continues to resist, I will stamp him."

Resistance is futile, it is better to surrender as soon as possible, just to get a lighter sentence, Brandt sat slumped against the wall, quietly waiting for everything that came next.

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(End of this chapter)