Chapter 610

"Kill! Avenge our brothers!" An Evernight soldier cried, raising the battle blade in his hand, and even specifically picked up a broken blade from the ground.

He also watched his brother die beside him, but that brother had used his own body to block the power of the explosion for him, and he could only watch helplessly as his brother's back was covered in blood and flesh, and then slowly waited for death to arrive.

He wanted to avenge that brother; he wanted to kill all those despicable Westerners!

"Kill!"

One after another, Evernight soldiers woke up from the nightmare, each with firm eyes and gritted teeth. They remembered that their survival was not entirely due to luck; many were because of their comrades' self-sacrifice that they were lucky enough to survive.

If even they gave up, what would happen to those brothers who died for them? Did they die in vain?

17 They couldn't die in vain! They were still alive! They could avenge their dead brothers!

Their hearts were roaring! Their blood was ignited! Their hot blood was boiling.

"Kill!!!"

The number of brothers who died under the magic cannonballs was limited; the enemy mainly chose to attack Colin Fortress. But what the Holy Kingdom army didn't expect was that these guys still had the courage to fight under the destructive blow of the Holy Fire.

If it were them, they would probably have been scared to pee their pants and have no will to fight. Artillery fire certainly couldn't extinguish the fighting spirit in the hearts of the Evernight Legion soldiers, because from the moment they overcame the nightmare, they suddenly discovered that they were not living for themselves; they were also living for their friends, carrying not only their own hopes but also everyone's hopes!

"The dead brothers absolutely cannot die in vain!"

"Avenge them!"

"Killing one is a loss! Killing two is just right, killing three is a profit! Haha."

"Let these Westerners see how good we are!"

"Don't think that just because you have cannonballs, you're amazing. If you have the ability, step over my corpse!"

All beliefs and hopes, at this moment, only turned into one word—Kill!

In front of the broken Colin Fortress city wall, because there was only one gap, all the Holy Kingdom troops could only attack here. Relatively, the remaining Evernight Legion also chose to defend here to the death, each with fierce eyes and gripping their battle blades tightly.

"Want to pass? You can! Step over my corpse!"

"Today, either you die or I die!"

The first to arrive was the Holy Kingdom's cavalry regiment, holding knight lances and wearing armor with decent defensive power. This was also the reason why knights restrained infantry: high mobility, obvious weapon advantages, plus defensive power—all these advantages combined made them clearly superior to ordinary infantry. However, now standing in front of them were the soldiers of the Evernight Legion.

When a person fights with the determination to die, they will be invincible!

The attackers were cavalry, and the Evernight soldiers also knew that their battle blades were not as good as the opponent's lances, but cavalry also had flaws when charging: their direction was fixed. Once they started accelerating, they could only move forward; during this time, the lances in their hands couldn't be lowered too low, otherwise, it was extremely easy for the lances to stick into the ground, causing them to fall over.

To defeat the opponent, they could only dodge the opponent's charge and launch an attack from the flank.

Even when facing a group charge, if they didn't dodge, they would only be trampled to death by the continuous warhorses.

Dodge the lance's attack, and then when the person passed by, take the opportunity to give them a fatal blow!

Although the enemy's armor had excellent defensive power, the connection points between the armor parts were very weak. Attacking here would have the same effect.

There was another way, which was to attack the warhorses under the enemy. The warhorses didn't have any defense. As long as they attacked the warhorses, they could make the opponent fall over.

In an instant, the Evernight soldiers had made their decision!

Kill!

The charging cavalry had their lances aimed at the soldiers. The cavalryman grinned, thinking that in just one second, he could pierce the heretic in front of him. However, in the next second, the Evernight soldier saw the timing, turned around, and narrowly let the armor on his chest slide past the tip of the lance, while the battle blade in his hand took the opportunity to slash at the back leg of the opponent's warhorse.

The horse's leg was severed, and the cavalryman lost his balance, falling forward from the horse's back in an instant.

The surrounding Evernight soldiers, who had been prepared, seized the opportunity, came up, and hacked him to death with their blades, then moved on to the next one.

The first Evernight soldier to appear, although he couldn't kill the opponent himself, was also quite cooperative, thinking that if he could slash a few more cavalrymen, then the brothers behind would be helping him avenge himself! Immediately after, another cavalryman attacked. He used the same trick, narrowly dodging the opponent's attack, and the battle blade in his hand once again severed the enemy's back horse leg.

The Evernight soldiers behind him once again killed the fallen cavalryman.

But good times didn't last long. The cavalry behind saw this and directly cooperated with each other, attacking almost one after another. He dodged the attack of the first cavalryman and also severed the horse's leg.

"Go to hell, heretic!"

But the cavalry that came charging from behind thrust their long spears through the chest of that Nightless soldier, dragging him along the ground while grinning hideously as they watched him slowly die.

Fresh blood gushed continuously from his mouth, and the strength in his body gradually faded, yet he still possessed a will that knew no fear of death!

"Let's die together!"

Using his final strength, the soldier slashed his blade directly into the undefended neck of a horse. Horse blood sprayed out like a fountain. As the injured warhorse lost its balance, the grinning cavalryman finally revealed a look of panic, watching helplessly as he was thrown forward, only to be hacked to death by other Nightless soldiers. The soldier who had fallen to the ground wore a look of gratification and satisfaction, slowly closing his eyes.

"Ah, I took four of them with me... I've earned my keep."

On the city wall.