Chapter 192: The Castilla Principality Has Sent Troops!

The nobles and generals present were all ashen-faced.

The bloody battle of the past few days had completely broken their psychological defense line.

They saw with their own eyes one living person after another turn into cold corpses and be carried down.

That sense of powerlessness made them feel suffocated.

"Master Governor, should we surrender?" a young noble finally couldn't help but say with a crying voice, "If we keep fighting, we will all die here! Marquis William is just following the Third Prince's order, we just need to hand over military power, he shouldn't make things difficult for us—"

"Shut up!" Vittel slammed the table, making the teacups on the table jump.

He glared at the noble, his eyes bloodshot: "You coward! What kind of nonsense are you talking! Master Governor just led us to win a battle, and you want to surrender now? Are you worthy of the brothers who died in battle today?"

"I, I just don't want to die—" the noble was scared and shrank his neck, arguing in a low voice.

"Don't want to die?" Roko's cold voice sounded; he had been silent, just listening quietly.

At this moment, he slowly raised his head, his gaze like two sharp swords, piercing the bottom of the noble's heart.

"Do you think you can survive if you surrender?"

Roko stood up and walked to him step by step, the powerful aura making the noble almost unable to breathe.

"I tore up the Third Prince's imperial decree, killed his messenger, and publicly scolded William for being a running dog of a traitor."

"Do you think they will let me go?"

"You are the people who chose to defend the city with me; in their eyes, you are the same rebels as me."

"Surrender? The best outcome is to be hung on the city wall as a warning! If you are unlucky, your whole family will have to be buried with you!"

"Now tell me, how do you want to survive?"

The noble was scared pale by Roko's words, shaking like chaff, unable to say a word.

Roko ignored him and swept his gaze over everyone present, his voice rising a bit: "I know what you are afraid of. But I tell you, from the moment we chose to resist, we have no way back! Behind us is our home, our family! If we retreat one step, they will tear everything we have into pieces!"

"If you want to live, there is only one way!" Roko drew his long sword suddenly and slammed it into the sand table in front of him, the hilt vibrating.

"That is, beat them!"

"Kill all of them! Kill until they are afraid, kill until they dare not step into the Sunset Province again!"

The vigorous battle Qi echoed in the command room with his voice, shaking everyone's hearts.

That morale that was on the verge of collapse was miraculously re-condensed.

Vittel looked at Roko with admiration.

In such a desperate situation, being able to maintain such high morale and infect the people around him, this was the born leader.

"Master Governor is right!" Vittel roared, echoing, "We have no way back! Rather than die on our knees, it is better to die standing! Fight them!"

"Fight!"

"At worst, death!"

The other generals were also ignited with blood and roared.

Roko nodded with satisfaction; this was the momentum he wanted.

Half of the army's combat power comes from training and equipment, and the other half comes from this bloodiness of not fearing death.

"Alright." Roko signaled everyone to be quiet. He looked at Vittel again, "General, the city defense matters still need your hard work. However, we can't fight hard like today anymore. Concentrate all our long-range attack weapons. When the enemy's offensive is at its fiercest, hit them hard! If you hit, you must hit them painfully!"

"Yes!" Vittel took the order.

"As for the others—" Roko's gaze turned to Silas, "it depends on how big a surprise our allies can bring us."

Silas smiled slightly and said confidently: "Master Governor, rest assured, the reputation of the Commercial Alliance is worth ten thousand gold. I said I would support you, and I will never break my word. The good show will start soon."

The next day, just as dawn broke.

The shrill horn sound and sky-shaking war drums sounded again from outside the city.

William's army launched a more violent attack than yesterday.

Countless soldiers, like a black tide, wave after wave, rushed toward the city wall of Sunset City regardless of death.

The battle entered a white-hot stage from the beginning.

On the city wall, flesh and blood flew.

General Vittel took the lead; he was like a tireless war god, roaring and waving the giant sword in his hand, and every time he swung, several enemies would scream and fall off the city wall.

His body had added a dozen new scratches, and the blood almost completely dyed his armor red, but he seemed to feel no pain at all.

"Hold on! All hold on!"

His roar was the stimulant for all the defenders on the city wall.

However, the number of enemies was really too many.

An hour later, the east section of the city wall finally had a gap.

Dozens of enemy heavy infantry broke through the defense line, successfully climbed onto the city wall, and fought with the defenders.

"Not good! The city wall is broken!"

"Quick! Quick, support!"

The nearby defenders were terrified and wanted to go to support,

"Don't move! Guard your own positions!" Vittel roared, stopping their actions.

He knew that this was the enemy's purpose; once the formation was chaotic, more gaps would appear.

"Here, leave it to me!"

Vittel, alone, carrying a sword, rushed toward those dozens of heavy infantry.

"Well come! You bastards!"

He was like a demon, the giant sword in his hand dancing into a dense sword net.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The sound of weapons colliding was endless.

Those dozens of elite heavy infantry were actually blocked by him alone!

However, two fists are no match for four hands.

An enemy officer bypassed behind Vittel, and the poisoned dagger in his hand stabbed toward his heart silently.

"General, be careful!"

A veteran who had been following Vittel discovered this scene; his eyes were splitting, and without thinking, he blocked behind Vittel with his own body.

"Pfft!"

The dagger stabbed deeply into the veteran's chest.

"Old Zhang!" Vittel looked back and saw this scene, his eyes instantly turning red.

"Gen, General, run—" the veteran's mouth surged with blood, but a smile appeared on his face, and he used his last strength to hug the officer who was sneaking up.

"Avenge me!"

Vittel let out a beast-like roar, and the giant sword in his hand, carrying endless anger and grief, cut the officer and the veteran's body into two sections!

"Kill!!"

Vittel fell into complete madness; he gave up all defense, just attacking crazily, and attacking again!

His bravery shocked all the enemies.

That group of heavy infantry who climbed onto the city wall was actually killed by him until they retreated steadily.

However, at this moment, a crossbow arrow that had been waiting for a long time shot up silently from the crowd under the city.

This crossbow arrow had an extremely tricky angle, and its power was far beyond ordinary arrows.

Vittel had just killed an enemy, his old strength was exhausted, and new strength had not yet been born, so he couldn't dodge at all.

"Pfft!"

The crossbow arrow shot into his right leg fiercely, the powerful force directly nailing him to the brick of the city wall.

"General!"

The nearby defenders let out a cry of surprise.

"Hahahaha! Vittel! Your death date is here!" Under the city, the enemy vanguard officer Marcus let out a proud roar.

That cold arrow was arranged by him.

Vittel let out a muffled groan, bean-sized sweat beads rolling down from his forehead,

He tried to pull out the crossbow arrow, but found that the arrowhead had barbs, and moving it brought up a large piece of flesh, causing heart-piercing pain.

"Attack! Kill him!" Marcus roared.

The enemies on the city wall, like sharks smelling blood, swarmed up again.

Vittel knelt on one knee, supporting his body with his sword, but there was no fear on his face.

He looked at the swarming enemies, grinned, and showed a tragic smile.

"Want to kill me? Come! See how many lives you need to exchange!"

He was already prepared to die in battle.

However, just at this critical moment, a golden light, like a meteor from outside the sky, exploded from the direction of the city tower!

The speed of that light was fast to the extreme, almost instantly crossing a distance of hundreds of meters!

"Boom!"

A loud noise!

That group of enemy troops who were about to rush toward Vittel didn't even have time to scream before they were directly blasted into a sky of blood mist by this golden light!

On the city wall, a vacuum zone was forcefully cleared!

Everyone looked at the direction of the city tower in horror.

I saw Roko standing at the top of the city tower, holding a long sword, his body burning with golden Holy Sun Battle Qi like flames.

The blow just now was issued by him.

"Want to touch my people, did you ask me?"

Roko's cold voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

He looked at Marcus under the city, his eyes boiling with murderous intent.

Roko's thunderous blow not only saved Vittel, but also temporarily shocked the enemies who were attacking the city crazily.

On the battlefield, there was a moment of strange silence.

Everyone's eyes focused on the figure like a god or demon on the city tower.

Marcus under the city had his proud laughter frozen, replaced by a deep horror and dread.

He couldn't figure out how Roko could issue such a precise and powerful blow from such a long distance.

That golden sword Qi even made him feel a palpitation.

This kid, is he a Golden-level powerhouse?

No, impossible! How old is he!

Marcus shook his head, throwing this absurd idea out of his mind.

He gritted his teeth, raised the long sword in his hand again, and prepared to order the attack to continue.

He didn't believe that Roko could use that kind of powerful big move a few times!

However, just at this moment, a messenger ran over madly from the rear, shouting while running:

"General! General Marcus! The Marquis has an order! Withdraw troops immediately! Withdraw troops immediately!"

What?

Marcus was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

Now is the time when the offensive is most fierce and the defenders are about to collapse, how can they withdraw troops?

"What nonsense are you talking!" Marcus grabbed the messenger by the collar and roared, "How could the Marquis issue such an order!"

"It—it's true, General!" The messenger was scared to the point of crying, "It's the Marquis's own order! Look!

The gong flag of the main army has already been raised!"

Marcus looked back subconsciously, and sure enough, he saw the golden flag representing the withdrawal of troops fluttering in the wind in the direction of the main camp.

"Why?!" Marcus roared unwillingly, and he slammed his fist onto the city battlement in front of him, smashing a crack into the hard brick.

Although full of doubts and unwillingness, military orders were like mountains, and he dared not disobey.

"Withdraw! The whole army retreats!"

He used all his strength to issue this order that made him feel incomparably aggrieved.

The Silver Moon Legion soldiers who were attacking the city, although equally puzzled, could only retreat like a tide.

On the city wall, the surviving defenders erupted into a sky-shaking cheer!

"Won! We held on again!"

"Master Governor is mighty!"

Vittel was rescued from the wall, and looking at the retreating enemy, a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

He couldn't understand why William would suddenly order a retreat when he had an absolute advantage.

Roko put away the battle Qi on his body, his face slightly pale.

That "Blazing Slash" just now was a huge consumption for him.

He looked at the retreating enemy, and a flash of doubt also flashed in his eyes.

But he knew that things were definitely not simple.

An old fox like William would never give up such a good opportunity for no reason.

There must have been some change he didn't know about.

At the same time, in the main camp of the Silver Moon Legion.

Marquis William's face was as gloomy as water.

He stared fixedly at a scout captain kneeling in front of him, that gaze, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

"Say it again! What did you just say?"

The scout captain was shaking like chaff, trembling and repeating: "Mar, Marquis, it's true! Castilla Principality, they, they suddenly sent troops!"

"A vanguard unit of at least five thousand people has already crossed the Red River Valley and invaded the western border of our Silver Moon Province! They have already captured Black Water Town!"

"Slap!"

William slammed the table in front of him, and the table made of century-old iron wood instantly shattered!

"Castilla!!" The old Marquis's chest heaved violently, and flames of anger sprayed from his eyes, "How dare they! How dare they act at this time!"

According to the secret agreement between him and the Third Prince and the Castilla envoy, the Castilla Principality should have entered the Black Kingdom in a justified manner under the name of "helping to suppress the rebellion" after he had completely controlled the three western provinces and stabilized the situation.

But now, he hadn't even taken down a small Sunset City, and the Castilla people couldn't wait to stab him in the back!

This is not help at all, this is taking advantage of the fire!

"That idiot Third Prince! How on earth did he talk to the Castilla people!" William cursed angrily.

The other generals in the camp were also in an uproar.

"What? Our blood feud Castilla people have invaded?"

"How is this possible! Aren't they the Third Prince's allies?"

"Damn it! We are fighting to the death with our own people here, but let the foreign enemies take advantage of the loophole!" ===== CHAPTER 193 =====