"Fire!"

Quick commands were then sounded, and the soldiers who were half-kneeling in the rain fired continuously. Continuous gunshots rang out in the rain, and the air was filled with flames and thick smoke.

After being attacked by the soldiers wearing the same uniforms as themselves, Sifley's men began to fight back. They relied on temporary fortifications, chariots, and woods to continuously shoot and suppress the Western Camp Legion that was about to approach.

"It's over, Sifrey." A low and indifferent voice sounded on the battlefield.

Darcy was in tatters, with bloodstains on his armor. He stood in the rain-drenched battlefield, looking at the man opposite him who looked like him.

"When you didn't choose to go into the city, it was over."

The voice was so flat and indifferent, conveying a message of despair and suffocation.

"The Queen will die, the Regent and the little prince will die too, and the empire will no longer be the empire of yesterday." He stood quietly, resisting Sifley's angry attack.

"You're the one who deserves to die, Dulcie!"

The ferocious tip of the gun attacked from the side and below, stabbing out at a tricky angle, forcing Darcy to take a half step back to avoid the sharp edge.

At this moment, Sifley fired his gun away and then rode his horse towards the nearby city gate, "Follow me into the city!"

He roared loudly, and the many guards he left behind followed him, rushing into the city without stopping.

Watching Sifley abandon the infantry guarding the city and rush into the city to rescue, Darcy whispered: "Now, you have lost the other half."

"Entire army, attack!" He waved his arm, and the soldiers beside him rushed forward excitedly, knocking down the stunned and panicked soldiers.

The shooting in the rain could only last for a few rounds, and then it was a direct and brutal hand-to-hand combat. Compared with the larger number of West Camp Legion, most of the elite East Camp Legion that entered the city was obviously unable to hold on. After losing the guidance of their commander, they began to retreat step by step and then collapsed.

In this way, the eastern gate of Titaneia was also captured by the rebels. From then on, the city's communication with the outside world was cut off by the rebel forces, and no effective orders could be conveyed from inside.

Amidst the storm, everything about Titaneya began to change, and the upheaval gradually reached a white-hot stage.