"Then you die! Fire!"

Under the general's order, the three rows of magic crystal gunners behind him fired at the tower.

Short, crimson flames rang out densely. At such a close distance, even these elite mages could not withstand it. The previously solid barrier began to shatter and fly, and its brilliance quickly faded.

brush--

Finally, a bullet penetrated the pale blue barrier and shot into the mage's chest. A flower of blood appeared, and that was the sound of the bullet piercing through flesh and bones.

Immediately afterwards, more blood spurted out on his chest, arms, and legs, and he slowly fell down like a rag doll.

The corners of his mouth and teeth were covered in blood. He looked at the gradually blurred and dark sky, muttering to himself.

"You guys don't understand anything..."

His arms were slightly raised, as if he wanted to grab something, but in the end he fell down powerlessly without a sound.

The soldiers stepped forward and dragged the bodies of the mages aside, then used cannons to blow open the door of the tower and rushed in.

The air in the tower was chilly and very quiet. Hundreds of soldiers climbed the long stairs, searching the top floor and each room.

More than ten minutes later.

"Report to the general, there is no one inside."

There were still endless sounds of fighting and artillery fire in the city, but the leading generals in the center calmed down.

"Did they escape..." one of them said so, his voice full of confusion.

"Maybe, but now we have become the supreme commanders of this country and city." said the old general.

"Give the soldiers orders to withdraw their defenses and prepare to surrender."

He slowly walked out of the dark tower, looking at the gray sky outside filled with smoke, his voice filled with fatigue and loss.

"Yes, General."

After hearing this, the soldiers below looked relieved. This scene made the other generals sigh slightly, and then waved their hands for others to do the same.

"Give the children a chance to live."

Under the war-torn sky, the generals sat on a bench outside the tower, looking at the dusty flowers and grass in front of them. Their faces and expressions suddenly became much older, and their figures stretched out and blurred behind the bench, slowly welcoming the arrival of the final moment.