General Roland gazed at the battle unfolding on the city walls, a chill creeping into his heart.
They were completely crushed. Although the defenders had the advantage in the siege, it was still disheartening to see 150,000 men being so easily defeated by 10,000.
There were only 10,000 men on the city wall, and as a veteran general, he could determine the number of enemies at a glance.
But these 10,000 people became an impregnable fortress.
What's even more terrifying is that he wasn't sure if the enemy only had these 10,000 men, or if there were any other enemy troops in the city.
This feeling of not being able to figure out the other person's background is truly terrifying.
The only hope now is that the elite forces can prevail and launch a breakthrough attack on the city.
However, it seems very difficult. Although our side has a slight advantage, it will be very difficult to defeat or even kill the opponent.
That big yellow dog was also at the peak of Glory, and it held back the strongest person on its side.
That red dragon was terrifying; it could hold back our second strongest fighter. The remaining few were much weaker, but they had the advantage in numbers, and the battle had become a stalemate.
Old Jenny realized that the battle could not be decided in a short time, so he immediately ordered the city gates to be opened without hesitation.
The city gate creaked open.
A chilling, iron-blooded aura erupted instantly, and a black torrent surged forth, piercing and slicing through the enemy forces that had been ferocious just moments before.
Massacre, blatant massacre!
They surged out of the city like an endless black torrent, completely crushing the nine-nation coalition army that relied on its superior numbers.
They scattered in disarray, abandoning their armor and weapons.
"Are you crazy? I'm not going to my death!"
"How could we possibly defeat these guys!"
...
The roars and wails were like a living hell, but they did not elicit any sympathy from the black-armored warriors, nor did they show the slightest mercy.
Seeing this situation, old Jenny remembered the lord's previous instructions.
Those who surrender will not be killed!
Immediately, a messenger relayed his orders.
Shouts of "Those who surrender will not be killed" echoed across the battlefield. The soldiers, who had lost their will to fight, immediately abandoned their armor and squatted on the ground.
The old general of the Duchy of Roland looked as if he had aged many years and sighed.
Although 60,000 to 70,000 people were still resisting, it only led to a more brutal massacre.
Although there are still elite combat forces maintaining the situation above, these few powerful individuals are simply unable to influence a war.
He knew he had lost this battle, and lost badly. Perhaps the Duchy of Roland should never have started this war, but it was too late to say anything now.
I'm really getting old!
"Pass down the order: Surrender!"
He spoke, and what he said shocked his trusted aides: "General, we can retreat first..."
"It's no use. They've lost the ability to fight this army. I'm afraid they'll tremble with fear at the sight of the black armor again."
The old general smiled bitterly and suddenly drew the sword from his waist.
"Surrender. The Duchy of Roland is probably doomed. Surrendering will save your life and that of your family."
He told his trusted confidants that he had a sword held to his neck.
"General..."
The confidant wanted to offer advice, but didn't know what to say.
"Don't try to persuade me. I've spent my whole life fighting for the Duchy of Roland. I was born to fight, and I died to fight. I've died a worthy death..."
At this point, the old general paused slightly, his voice becoming kind: "If possible, could you please look after my granddaughter?"
After speaking, the old general suddenly looked up and gazed at the distant city wall.
Old Jenny, standing on high ground, naturally saw this scene. His eyes were filled with complex emotions as he met the gaze of his former comrade-in-arms.
"Old Jenny, you fucking remember this: if you dare to let people slaughter the citizens of the Duchy of Roland at will, I'll haunt you even as a ghost."
The sword sliced across his neck, and blood splattered out.
The old general's body fell to the ground.
The remaining enemy troops also lost their will to fight and gradually became prisoners.
Meanwhile, several elite combatants at the top were dumbfounded.
The man from the Duchy of Roland seized the opportunity and quickly withdrew from the battlefield, while the remaining four were unable to leave even if they wanted to.
"Let us leave. Our Purple Fire Mercenary Group will no longer interfere in the affairs of Dragon Territory!"
The strongest of the four, and the one in charge, spoke up.
Dahuang was panting heavily because he was hot all over; as a dog, he really wasn't good at fighting.
Of course, if it's more important to stay here and fight until the end of time than to go home and face his hundreds of wives, he'd rather do it.
Hong Huohuo scoffed, "What Purple Fire Mercenary Group? Never heard of it. Surrender now, or I'll kill you all!"
The dragon's provocative words angered the four: "We are just one of a dozen or so squads in the Purple Fire Mercenary Group. Our leader is a Brilliant-level expert. I advise you to know your place and behave yourselves."
They originally thought that by revealing the mercenary group's strength, these people would be wary and make them leave.
But gradually, it became apparent that something was amiss.
Those people looked somewhat wary, but they didn't tell them to leave. Instead, several legions of ten thousand men surrounded them.
Several commanders of tens of thousands led the charge, their military spirit coalescing, and several black dragons emerged, their aura no less powerful than that of Glory.
Your Excellency must be quite glorious, right?
This was the thought in Li Ming and the others' minds, because they had never figured out Su Qing's strength, so they obviously overestimated their lord.
In fact, Su Qing is currently at the peak of her strength and belongs to the top tier of Glory, but even she can only be utterly defeated by Glory.
But they felt that their lord was also glorious, and there was no need to be afraid of the other side's glory.
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