Chapter 38: The Doomsday of Tabriz City

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  A five-story building with a very shocking visual impact in this era. Its cost also has a similar impact.

  However, when facing the 400 strong crossbowmen, this castle that once intimidated all the neighboring earls had almost no fighting power. Any position that dared to shoot arrows was swept by dense crossbow bolts, and there were no archers left to counterattack.

  Now, the mighty army of Laissez is blocked at the gate, truly three layers inside and three layers outside, but they are just blocking, doing nothing - the giant wood used to attack the city was abandoned on the spot when the city gate was broken.

  Eynik's face was disdainful, and the Earl was also very displeased. In this final battle, when victory was within their grasp, such a blunder occurred, it was really humiliating. Fortunately, the city gate was not far away, and soon his soldiers brought over that discarded wooden beam.

  The outer gate of the castle seemed to have little protection, and it was opened with just over a dozen crashes. Behind the open gate was a neat square array. The rifle squad that had been defending the city gate was now defending the entrance of the castle, and the dense gun forest made the soldiers of Laissez tremble with fear.

  The scene of the first attack was replayed again.

  After issuing the order to "charge forward" three times in a row without effect, Einiy was losing his patience. His patience was already limited, and it was even weaker for these useless trash.

  "Fire the arrow."

  "Fire!" Commander Dacia shouted out the order in the Wolfpack formation.

  Three rows of crossbow bolts flew towards the soldiers crowded in the back row, piercing them through and through. The rear of the crowd fell down like a scythe of death, cutting down a swathe of people.

  "Earl's orders, advance! Those who don't die!" Dacia roared. Repeated three times, then the entire Wild Wolf Mercenary Corps shouted in unison.

  "Forward march! Those who don't advance will die!"

  The people in front are too afraid to charge and want us in the back row to pay with our lives? Some mercenaries have had enough. These people have completely forgotten the terror of the wolves and returned to their true nature. They turned around, waving their weapons towards the wolves and cursing loudly.

  They cursed what, wild wolves don't care. Dacia just saw that they didn't execute the command.

  "Fire!"

  After those protesting soldiers fell down, the chaotic crowd began to surge forward slowly and firmly.

  Row after row of soldiers were pushed forward by their comrades behind them, thrown into the hail of bullets, pierced through the body by long guns, fell to the ground twitching, and then trampled over by people behind. A pile of corpses was left in front of the long gun array. But there were always some sacrifices that were pushed forward hard, even after death, still being pushed, hanging on the gun, using their own remains to block the advance of the gunners.

  The men in the rear pushed those in front, who were themselves pushed by those behind them. Finally, the long spears were so thick with corpses that they could no longer be used. The army of Rhaezzes was suddenly filled with high spirits, and wielding swords and shields they charged into the formation that had abandoned its pikes and drawn its swords.

  Superior equipment and training cannot compensate for absolute inferiority in numbers. The two hundred infantrymen and their commander, Rull, were eventually engulfed by the tide of humanity.

  "I am a knight of Earl Dallas, I demand to be treated as a knight, and I will pay the ransom!" Rour shouted loudly, having cut down his twentieth enemy, feeling exhausted and hopeless about victory.

  Immediately, several bloodthirsty mercenaries handed over their knives and hacked the 12th-level warrior to the ground. This warrior from a military family, said to be cold-faced and warm-hearted, skilled in battle array training, died at the hands of an unknown small soldier.

  War is not a game for nobles.

  From this day on.

  The crowd rushed into the castle. The wooden gate of the castle was not very strong either. As usual, after more than ten collisions, the door bolt broke. With the opening of the wooden gate, dense feather arrows flew out from inside. Eisatis led the remaining archers to form a formation in the castle, aiming without aiming, and shooting towards the direction of the gate.

  The crowd began to retreat slightly. Seeing this scene, the wolves raised their crossbows and shot arrow after arrow at the crowd.

  The front ones should go back, and the back ones should come forward. The arrows on both sides mercilessly harvested the lives of these poor soldiers.

  Count Ratzisberg felt that something was amiss: "Eynick, tell your men to go easy on them; they're our own people."

  "Your Excellency, these men wouldn't budge without such measures, and I'm only doing this out of necessity. On a different note, if those mercenaries were to die, wouldn't you be able to save on their wages?"

  The earl burst out laughing: "You're right, you're right! Haha, okay, I'll leave it to you here."

  "Thank you for your trust, Earl."

  The miscellaneous soldiers gradually recovered from the chaos. Those with shields held up their shields, while those without shields hid behind those with shields and rushed towards the interior of the castle. Although there were many archers, they were not more numerous than Rais's army. Trampling on the bodies of their companions, the first sword finally chopped onto the bodies of the archers.

  Once they closed in, the archers immediately turned from grim reapers into helpless lambs. Almost instantly, the entire defensive line collapsed, and the remaining archers were either killed or wounded, while Eisatis had left a step ahead down the stairs.

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  When the battle was fierce under the castle, in the fourth layer of the castle, Earl Delas and knights without combat missions were waiting for the arrival of the moment of defeat.

  "Odalla, that country bumpkin, the shameless crawler, he actually ran away with it?!" David cursed angrily. Tom, who was supporting his brother to rest on one side, also had a resentful face. Only Gandova stood by, looking miserable and speechless.

  "Never mind." Earl Delras sat behind his desk, waving his hand wearily. "If he wants to leave, let him go. There's nothing good for him here anyway."

  "Earl, you can't say that! Once this war is over, we can still rally and start anew!" David exclaimed with a flushed face.

  "Alas, who would have thought... Wild Wolf, indeed lives up to his name." Earl Delras pressed his temples, "In one night, in one night!"

  "Your Excellency, I have a bad feeling," Gandova said. "Let's escape through the secret passage first, and I can take you to the Temple of the Sun God for asylum..."

  "No way!" There probably isn't anyone in this world that David wouldn't dare interrupt, "As a proud noble, even if defeated, I must accept it with dignity!"

  "But this time..."

  "If you want to leave, you can leave yourself! If the Earl runs away, his reputation will be greatly damaged!" David shouted with a red face and thick neck.

  "Enough!" The earl slammed his hand on the table. "Any of you who want to leave can go, I won't blame you. I'm definitely not going anywhere."

  "We brothers won't leave," Tom said, "We will stand by your side forever!"

  As brothers who were raised by the earl since they were young, they already regarded the earl as their own father.

  "I'm not going either!" David exclaimed breathlessly.

  "Alas..." Gandowa sighed, "I defied the temple's orders at that time, of course I wouldn't leave, it's just... never mind, let's just follow fate."

  After a while, Aisatias pushed open the door: "Your Excellency, it's completely lost, please prepare yourself."

  The earl nodded: "I see."

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  Having cleared a layer of bowmen, Rais's army no longer encountered any resistance. The characteristics of amateur soldiers in this era were fear of death and greed for wealth. When the Wild Wolf Mercenary Corps followed the crowd into the castle, the crowd had already dispersed to search for spoils of war.

  The wild wolf was too lazy to deal with these disorganized and undisciplined weaklings. Dacia ordered her subordinates to guard the gate, then led a team of thirty people down the stairs to the fourth floor.

  At this time, the Earl's study was very lively. Although the professional soldiers under Raisis also had strong material desires, some things were more important than looting. So after the castle was broken through, they came to the Earl's study in the intelligence. There, Count Darras was waiting for them.

  "I am Count Dallas," the man behind the desk said in a deep voice. "I demand to be treated as a noble. My subordinates are also knights, and I demand that they receive proper treatment."

  Raitze's soldiers naturally knew some noble etiquette. Although the people in front of them were their defeated subordinates, they still maintained at least a basic respect. The person who led them bowed to the count: "Count, please rest assured that we will not be disrespectful to you and your subordinates. There are many plebeians and mercenaries in your castle now, please follow us, and we will escort you to meet Lord Raitze."

  Everything is going smoothly so far.

  At this time, the army that came to capture the earl had only fifty people. A rain of arrows struck, and more than twenty people fell down. The remaining soldiers looked at each other in horror, and saw a uniform black leather armor, it turned out to be Dacia and his thirty subordinates.

  "What are you doing! We are the Laissez...!" A small leader shouted angrily. Before he had finished speaking, he was rushed forward by Dacia and his life was ended with one sword. The thirty wild wolves also charged into the crowd, and in a few breaths, they killed these soldiers clean.

  "You..." The leader of the group, who had just come out of the room and was looking at the corpses on the ground, was about to speak when he was suddenly silenced by a crossbow bolt.

  "What kind of people are you?" Earl Delras was also surprised at this turn of events.

  "Count D'Alras?" Darcia asked with a smile, her sword raised.

  "Who are you? What kind of people are you? Wild wolves? What do you want to do?" Earl Delras asked in confusion. The knights beside him, who were already prepared to surrender, also looked at each other in dismay. Only Gandowa and Eisatis felt a jump in their hearts.

  "Ah, it was like that." Darcia bowed her head and curtsied clumsily, "The noble Earl of Dalras and your knights were killed by this evil group of soldiers when they were about to loot your bodies. Our righteous mercenary group, the Wild Wolves, happened to see this and, filled with indignation, we took action and killed them, avenging you."

  Even a fool can hear the murderous intent in these casual words.

  "You, you..." Earl Delras's eyes widened, "What are you going to do?"

  "There are still some things behind, but you don't need to know." Darcia smiled at the corner of her mouth, "You just..."

  "Wait!" David exclaimed, interrupting Darcia's words.

  "Do you have any last words?" Darcia looked at him with a scowl on her face.

  "Spare me, I beg of you!" David suddenly knelt down. "I'm a knight, I have money, I won't say anything, I swear! Let me go! You can have whatever you want!"

  The knights and lords of Tabor stared in amazement, the normally unyielding David Tanchesis... they couldn't help but feel some contempt.

  "What a pity." Darcia shook her head. "Our boss only needs your heads, one for each of you, no one can be missing."

  David heard this and fell to the ground, as if he had collapsed.

  "Get moving."

  A bloody scene in the study room.

  Tabriz city after twenty years of peace, just one war, no longer has the existence of nobles.