The sudden explosion in the south of the city shocked Adolf and the defenders of Tianjuan City, but not all of them, because in this round of serial explosions targeting the city walls, the brutal force of the explosives not only blew out 27 gaps in the walls, each nearly 20 steps wide, but also took the lives of nearly 500 patrolling soldiers.

The flames shot up into the sky because there were dry firewood, logs, and oil piled up behind the city wall. They were originally used for defense, but now they became "accomplices" of the Assyrian army's attack. They were burning with crackling sounds, like a group of greedy beasts, constantly sticking out their long red tongues and sharp claws...

The thick smoke that billowed in an instant made the Tianjuan Army soldiers panic, and the people who lived closer to the city wall fled in panic...

The explosions did not stop, but became more intense. The city walls, gatehouses, observation towers, arrow towers, city defense barracks, etc. all became targets of attack. No one could hear the screams and howls, even though it was happening all the time. In the area covered by the artillery fire, no one knew where was safe, because at this moment, the place they were in was purgatory...

Adolf staggered back, his eyes filled with fear. Although he was far away and no one had come to report, he already knew what was happening there, and vaguely guessed what he was about to experience - the city gates were broken, the city walls were broken, and with the limited military strength in the capital, they were simply unable to resist the enemy's cavalry.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Owang rushed forward to support Adolf, shouting.

After a while, Adolf came back to his senses. He looked straight at Aowang and said, "Aowang, Grandpa, did you do something wrong?"

"No, Your Majesty, you are always right!" Aowang was shocked and shouted quickly.

"Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor!" shouts rang out from below the terrace. From the sound of hurried footsteps and the clanging of armor, one could tell that hundreds of guards were rushing over.

"No, Grandpa was wrong. Grandpa thought..." Adolf suddenly started coughing violently, and his chest ached and felt stuffy...

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"Great! The Fifth Division is almost a day ahead of schedule!" Bailey slapped his sword excitedly and turned to summon the main gun position for command.

"Boom! Make some big holes for me." Bailey shouted.

"Yes! Commander!" The commander of the main gun position also had a happy look on his face.

"All the regiment commanders, come here!" Bailey turned around and shouted. The regiment commanders who had been waiting on the side immediately lined up, stood at attention and saluted, and shouted in unison: "Please give the combat order, Commander."

"Fight! Fight! We have traveled so far and suffered so much, all for the sake of fighting." Bailey said while rubbing his hands excitedly, "Everyone, get ready. Gather your troops immediately. The infantry and cavalry will disembark from the boats and go ashore. Coordinate with the gunboats and advance both on land and water. The spearmen should bring enough ammunition. It is time for the shotgun battalion to show its might! Right, right, have you all remembered the battle arrangements? Have you all forgotten the targets assigned to you?"

"I haven't forgotten!" the captains answered loudly.

"It's good that you haven't forgotten! It's good that you haven't forgotten!" Bailey stretched out his arm and pointed in the direction of Tianjuan City, "Go! Set off immediately! No need to leave anyone to guard the boat."

"Yes!" the team leaders responded.

"Let's go!" Bailey swung his right arm fiercely.

After the captains turned and ran away to assemble the team, Ye Jianwu also came behind Bailey: "It seems that Commander Bailey is very happy."

"Yes." Bailey turned and smiled at Night Blade Dance. "The long-distance raid is just for this moment. The lord said that the faster Sares and I attack, the more advantageous the situation will be. As long as Tianjuan Capital is in chaos, Kimo and Hulit will be completely without a backbone. Of course, I still say that Sares and I are only responsible for the battle, and the follow-up depends on you, General Night Blade Dance."

"Thank you very much for your trust, but... Commander Bailey, I have a question. Can you tell me whether Wu Lai... Lord Wu Lai arranged for me to come here with you?" asked Ye Renwu.

"I don't know about that." Bailey spread his hands. "But General Night Blade Dancer, what the lord does is for the benefit of the majority, not for his own selfish desires. Even if it's not the lord's intention for you to come here, it's because everyone trusts you. I believe that after experiencing too many wars and witnessing too many tragedies, you will feel that it is very necessary to eliminate this kind of barbarism..."

Ye Renwu smiled bitterly and shook his head, waving his white wrist lightly: "Okay, Commander Bailey, forgive me for being frank, these words don't sound like something you would say, although I have to admit that you are very talented in military affairs."

Bailey was startled, then blushed: "Okay, I admit, Archbishop Mikoyan said it originally, I just followed his example."

A smile appeared on Ye Renwu's face: "I wonder when Commander Bailey plans to arrange for me to enter the city?"

"To be honest with you, General Ye Jianwu, I plan to invite you into the city after the Fifth Division and I have the situation under control." Bailey turned around and pointed in the direction of Tianjuan City. "It seems that the Fifth Division is making good progress, so General Ye Jianwu should not have to wait much longer."

"Okay." Ye Renwu nodded, "I hope Master Bailey won't forget the original agreement."

"Of course not. Don't worry, the 4th and 5th divisions will not forget it," Bailey replied.

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At dawn, Wu Lai got up, put on his clothes, took the water handed to him by the spotted wolf and began to rinse his mouth.

Before he had even finished washing his face, Pu Tong came running over, "Sir, Napolini has seized a hundred carts of weapons and opened the city gates. Now he has sent a messenger to say that all the garrison troops are ready and can leave the city to assemble at any time. He wants to know whether our army has designated an assembly area."

"No hurry." Wu Lai said as he twisted the towel, "Check the weapons first."

"Yes." Pu Tong agreed with his chest puffed out. Suddenly, he bowed and his voice became extremely gentle. "Lord, these captured items should be considered as belonging to the Sixth Division, right?"

"What do you think?" Wu Lai glared at Pu Tong. "Go, tell the messenger to wait and give me the statistics of the weapons as quickly as possible."

"Yes, sir." Pu Tong quickly turned around and went about his business.

After wiping his face carefully, Wu Lai squinted his eyes and looked at the sky for a while, then said to the spotted wolf with his side face: "The key this time lies in you guys."

"Lord, I promise to complete the task." The spotted wolf stood at attention and answered seriously.

"Go ahead." Wu Lai threw the towel to the spotted wolf...

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As noon was almost over, Sartre became a little impatient. He was now sitting on the top floor of the second tallest tower in Napolini. Through the barred windows, he could observe most of Napolini, including the city gates and military camps.

The reason why this place was chosen instead of the First Tower as the headquarters was because the tower was a sacrificial tower and was located inside the temple, so it was not used for military purposes. Sartre believed that if the Assyrian army was more cautious, they would send people to the First Tower after entering the city, because it was originally used for military command and had a field of vision covering the entire city.

"What's going on?" He couldn't help but mutter to himself. Before dawn today, he ordered hundreds of military vehicles to leave the city. Not long after breakfast, the "garrison" also left the city and went to the area designated by the Assyrian army. Not only that, he also withdrew all the personnel on the city walls, and even arranged welcoming teams of people on the streets. The atmosphere was as tense as it could be, but the Assyrian army was still not coming. Why was this?

"General, has the news leaked?" a deputy general asked carefully.

"Impossible." Sartre waved his hand impatiently. "The weapons have been refurbished, they can't tell anything. The 'soldiers' who left the city were the militia standing outside. Even though these guys are so weak in combat that they are useless, they can still stand in formation and march. After entering the area designated by the Assyrian army, the Assyrian army only sent out a few 100-man cavalry teams to walk around and take a quick look. How can they tell the real from the fake?"

The deputy general nodded quickly but muttered to himself, wondering if he was really unaware as you said, how could he have kept his troops in place?

Just as he was thinking, hurried footsteps were heard down the stairs. Several lieutenants standing around Sartre immediately drew their swords and protected the stairs.

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"Why are you panicking? They're one of our own!" Sartre frowned. The behaviors of several deputy generals showed that they were all quite nervous, which inevitably made Sartre feel dissatisfied. In his opinion, as a general, he should remain calm no matter what the circumstances.

Of course, Sartre has always demanded more from others and less from himself. For example, now, his level of nervousness is actually no less than that of these deputy generals.

Just as several lieutenant generals drew back their swords, a messenger general arrived with two followers.

After bowing, he summoned the deputy general to report: "General, the generals waiting at the city gate to welcome us are getting a little anxious. They all think that there is something fishy going on with the enemy. Let me ask you, general, what should we do?"

"Keep waiting." Sartre frowned and stood up. "Tell them that they are not allowed to leave even until dark, including those who greet us on the street. The enemy is deliberately delaying time just to wait for us to make a mistake."

"Yes, General, there is one more thing." The messenger said, "The enemy sent about 3,000 people to the Canyon Pass, half of them were cavalry, and they also brought about a hundred carriages."

"No problem." Sartre smiled coldly, "They are sending out sentries to guard against us joining forces with the military camp in the direction of Canyon Pass. Humph, do I need help to deal with them?"

"The general is mighty." A group of generals echoed.

"Go, tell those guys to be patient." Sartre smiled and waved away the general who sent the message. At that moment just now, he was very pleased with the flattery of the generals.

After the summoning general left, Sartre simply chatted with a group of generals. On the one hand, to calm everyone's emotions, and on the other hand, Sartre himself wanted to relax. The trap had been set for so long, and the prey had not come yet. If the atmosphere was not relaxed, it would be a small matter if he could not calm down, but it would be bad if he was laughed at by everyone.

Sartre's trick was really good. When the generals saw that he took the initiative to chat with them, they all relaxed a lot. After a while, laughter could be heard from time to time in this temporary command post. Even the generals who were standing at the window and monitoring the street with binoculars were amused and looked back from time to time.

After another round of laughter, hurried footsteps were heard again down the stairs. This time, the generals were no longer nervous. One of the generals even poked his head out and jokingly said, "General, it must be those useless guys who are startled again."

Sartre laughed, and the others also laughed along.

"Huh?" There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the deputy general who leaned over, because the people who rushed up the stairs were not only two more than before, but they were actually wearing civilian clothes, and there was a hint of mockery in the eyes of the leader who looked at him.

Is he looking down on me? Just as the thought came to the mind of the deputy general, he saw the man suddenly raise his hand, and a gray light appeared and flew in front of him in an instant.

"Ah!" He let out a shrill scream, and then fell heavily to the ground, because the gray light was actually a crossbow arrow, and it hit his left eye right. As the unbearable pain and blood spurted out, endless fear surged in the heart of the deputy general.

The spotted wolf leapt to the stairs in one leap, and as he crouched down, his eyes had already scanned the surroundings.

"Seventeen people." After shouting coldly, the spotted wolf raised his left arm and shot out another crossbow arrow. At the same time, he twisted and thrust his body, and the curved dagger in his right hand had already pierced into the neck of a deputy general.

"Assassin!" Sartre stood up and retreated quickly. A group of generals hurriedly protected him. The three people in the front immediately drew their swords and rushed towards the wolf, but unexpectedly, several crossbow arrows flew at the stairs.

Three generals fell down wailing with a series of "swish, swish, swish" sounds. Figures flashed at the stairs, and two more people rushed up.

"Puchi", the curved dagger of the spotted wolf cut off the neck of a deputy general. With the left arm raised, a deputy general who rushed out of the window immediately fell to the ground with his face covered.

"Kill them!" The Sat, who had retreated to the corner, pointed his sword at the spotted wolf.

"Brothers!" With a sneer on his face, Banlang turned his body and gave a beautiful side kick, kicking the lieutenant who was rushing in the front to the foot of the table. He lowered his body and swayed, thus avoiding the horizontal slash of a deputy general. After blocking the deputy general's right wrist holding the sword with his left arm, he swept his right hand quickly, and the dagger immediately made a deep cut on the left side of the enemy's neck, and blood mist immediately gushed out.

"The one in the corner is the one the leader is looking for." Spotted Wolf bent over and pushed his shoulder, knocking aside the deputy general who was stabbed in the neck by a dagger. He pounced to the right and landed at the feet of a lieutenant general. The lieutenant general was about to swing his sword to attack when he felt a continuous pain in his left leg. He subconsciously lowered his head and saw that his left calf was covered in blood and flesh, with white bones exposed. It turned out that in the previous moment, the curved dagger in Spotted Wolf's hand had cut off many pieces.

"Capture him alive!" The spotted wolf rolled back, avoiding a large sword that was attacking from the side...

My God, they are so strong, are they still human? Sartre was completely panicked...