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"Men, it's your turn to make achievements now!" In the icy and snowy ground, Walpole, who was almost out of breath from hiding, finally drew his big knife from his waist, pointed it straight at the rebel adjutant next to him who thought he was smart, and slashed it hard. With a "sizzling" sound, the blood instantly soaked the entire cold ground covered with snow.

"Report, Chief of Staff Steele! Captain Walpole has launched an attack and there is a lot of fighting!" A soldier who ran in hurriedly from outside reported breathlessly.

Steele stared at the empty land below the city wall, his gloomy face like winter clouds. The rebels were killed and thrown to the ground by the sudden attack. But the guards requested from Lord Bosi were late? The 100 late guards did not show up. At this time, the city wall was also in chaos. Seeing the killing under the city wall, the new recruits fled in fear, and there were less than people left. The dense forest ahead was dark and bottomless, but it felt like there were at least thousands of people. This seemed to be just the beginning, after all, the good show was still to come.

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"Bobby, look what's going on over there? Why is there so much noise? So much shouting and screaming, have the rebels launched an attack in advance?" As the wind and snow gradually increased, the three guys who wanted to sneak out under the cover of night had just taken a step when they saw that the battle in front of them was in full swing.

"Isn't that Captain Walpole?" Wade asked puzzledly, pointing at the figure in the distance who looked like he was possessed by the god of death. They easily cut a bloody path through the rebels like peeling a cucumber. The hundreds of battle-hardened warriors under his command followed closely behind him and instantly broke through the rebel formation.

These veterans were ready to die, holding their weapons high and roaring in a deafening manner. They were all Walpole's iron-blooded warriors who had experienced dozens of battles of all sizes.

"Damn it! Come on, kill that bastard!" Lind commanded the soldiers to take down the bravest soldier in the front. The people around were frightened by Walpole's momentum and dared not approach.

"What the hell!" Lind cursed angrily, drew out a sharp blade, and chopped the timid soldier beside him to the ground with one blow. The bright red blood bloomed into gorgeous blood roses on the snow.

Ten minutes later, Walpole's hundreds of men were surrounded by Lind's soldiers. The situation was critical.

"Chief of Staff! Aren't we going to attack yet?" Most of the Nordic Empire soldiers who were willing to stay in the city were reservists who had deep feelings for the Nordic Empire, or they were soldiers recruited locally who had special feelings for this land.

"Wait a little longer, Lord Bosi's guards are coming soon!!!" Chief of Staff Steele shouted angrily. As a soldier who had experienced many battles, he deeply understood what it meant to collapse at the first touch. If no one was willing to help, then these hundreds of people would only be sending sheep into the tiger's mouth. If there were guards to support them, maybe they could win this battle. The combat effectiveness of these rebels gave Steele a rough judgment.

Walpole desperately chopped down a rebel who tried to break through the defense line. The defense line of hundreds of people was shrinking, and some even fell on the cold snow. The tireless Walpole seemed to have returned to the hard training he had undergone as a child to become a qualified soldier of the Northern Pan-European Empire, numbly and mechanically waving the butcher knife in his hand.

"Puff!" A long sword hit Walpole's shoulder hard. Walpole, who lost his balance, suddenly turned around and easily cut the rebel behind him in half with the long sword in his hand, along with his armor. The surrounding encirclement also collapsed. Jiabai and Bingye were also trapped in it. They resisted with difficulty. Their muscles were completely stiff like dead trees in winter, and they waved their long swords weakly.