Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 343
Outside Nuremberg, the setting sun is like blood.

Another round of offense and defense ended, and the French army retreated like a tide.

The battle above the sky has also come to an end.

The figure of the giant dragon slowly dissipated, and a bare-chested old man slowly appeared. He had white hair and blood-red skin all over his body, as if he was stained with fresh blood.The faint dragon shadow gradually became smaller, and was finally taken back into his body.He stood proudly in the air with his sword in his hand, his body was steaming with qi, and blood-red sweat dripped on his skin.This is the "Dragon Slayer" Siegfried, the German protector of the country!

On the opposite side of the old man, it was a mysterious woman holding a wooden stick. She was wrapped in a cloak with scattered light spots all over her body, and she wore a big pointed hat on her head.And around her, countless figures exactly like her are slowly overlapping and merging with her, becoming one.It was Hecate, the Grand Pope of the Witch Cult, the "Original Witch".

To the east, a middle-aged man's armor was off, revealing his red body under the armor. He was also holding a long sword, and there were bursts of dragon chant from the sword, and he was looking ahead vigilantly.That was another martial sage-level powerhouse from the Dragon Slayer Martial Saint Family, the second son of "Dragon Slayer Martial Saint" Siegfried.

At the place he was staring at, a girl with clothes all over her body in messy clothes, revealing a lot of skin, was standing barefoot on a broom, looking provocatively at the dragon slayer in front of her with charming eyes.That was the Archbishop of the Witch Cult, "The Enchanted Witch" Cercis.

And a little bit to the north, three clusters of gray mist are still circling endlessly around an old man with a white beard. Every time the old man shakes them away, they will recover in a very short time and surround the old man again.That was the dean of Green College, Mr. Green, and the "Goddess of the Night" taught by the three witches.

Another stalemate battle, another day of consuming each other, another time of futility
The martial saints flew back slowly, and the soldiers on the city wall began to collect the corpses to prepare for the next day's battle.

"Clean it up quickly! Bring up all the corpses that can be found! If you can't get them up, find a way to burn them! Burn as much as you can! Don't be cheap, those evil heretics!"

"Stonemason! Stonemason! Hurry up and take a break from this gap! The larger ones are all blocked! Sand, gravel, everything is tightly blocked!"

"Who will fix this crossbow? The trigger is broken! Who will fix it?"

"Bring up the rolling stones! Put them under the battlements! Put some under each crenel! And the arrows! Hurry up! We're running out of stock!"

Looking at the busy scene in front of him, Marshal Lista was frowning.

He has long since lost the heroic posture he had when he set off, and he looks decadent and exhausted.Her hair was messy, her clothes were wrinkled and torn, and even her face was smudged black with smoke.

From the banks of the Rhine to Garcia, from Garcia to Munich, then Freising, Ingolstadt, Weissenburg suffered disastrous defeats all the way, until here, until Nuremberg, the last road in the south of Berlin barrier.

He knew that he could no longer lose, and if he continued to lose, everything would be over!
But whenever he thought of the burning Rhine River, the defeat along the way, and the French army that flooded in every day, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

How long can it last?three days?five days?seven days?Or half a month?

At most, it will be half a month, unless His Majesty also transfers the First Legion, so maybe it can last for another month?

Two soldiers walked past him carrying a corpse. The corpse was a bit tattered, and the wound was still dripping with blood. It was a young man, so young that he hadn't even grown a beard. Is it ten?Maybe he was only in his teens, he should still be training for this damn war!
Marshal Lista looked around, most of the soldiers busy on the city wall were young and frightening, but their eyes were very determined.This is already an unknown number of batches of support troops, and the old troops have already been exhausted.In the Battle of the Rhine, most of Germany's elite lost, but France's army was intact, and the damage was minimal all the way north.It is extremely difficult to use recruits to resist the elite, even if it is a battle of defending the city with a geographical advantage. Every day that lasts, tens of thousands of young people's lives are sacrificed.

He knew that these young people were good guys, full of passion for serving the country, and not afraid of sacrifice.But fighting depends not only on passion, but more importantly on strength!In many cases, these young people even had to pay nearly 10 lives to barely replace an elite French soldier.Every time, the city wall was covered with blood to barely resist the opponent's attack.

Everyone has tried their best, but victory is so far away, so untouchable.

I hope there will be some good news from the Northern Army, which is already the last hope of Germany.

Marshal Lista sighed, and was about to go down the city wall to rest for a while.

"Report! Marshal! The messenger from Berlin is here!" An orderly knelt down in front of Marshal Lista.

messenger?Is there another reinforcement coming?Hope there are more of this batch.

"How many people did they bring?" Marshal Lista's voice was full of exhaustion.

"They...they just came three people!" The orderly replied.

three?Are reinforcements behind?They came first?

While thinking, Marshal Lista followed the messenger down the city wall.

In the camp of the Chinese army, he saw the three envoys.

In the lead was General Eden, a general of the Royal Guard and one of His Majesty's confidants.Marshal Lista also knew it.

And behind General Aiden were two unbelievably strong men, their aura was so strong and terrifying that even Marshal Elista's grand master-level strength was a little hard to see through.

Could it be a master of the venerable class?His Majesty sent them to help?This is very useful!If there are two more venerable levels, at least two sections of the city wall can be stabilized, so that other places can.
While thinking, General Aiden said, "Master Marshal, these two gentlemen were specially hired by His Majesty to help you! Let me introduce you."

Then he pointed to one of the strong men: "This is Master Rolf the Walker, the king of Viking pirates! A long-standing veteran martial artist!"

Then there was another one: "And this one is Lord Rolf's younger brother, Lord Thor, who also has the strength of a martial saint!"

Wu Sheng!Two warriors!
Huge ecstasy rushed into Marshal Lista's heart in an instant, making him so excited that he could hardly control himself.

To be able to hire two Martial Saints!Now Nuremberg is completely safe!If there are two more, you can take out two full shots!But for the time being, the news cannot be leaked out!Must find a good time!Perfect timing!if only.
Immediately, countless plans began to appear in the mind of Marshal Lista, each of which was so bright and full of hope.

After a long time, he calmed down: "Your Majesty must have paid a lot for hiring these two adults."

"You don't need to worry about this, Marshal!" General Aiden said seriously, "Your Majesty asked me to ask you, with the help of these two adults, do you have the confidence to win this war?"

"Of course! I promise!" Marshal Lista repeatedly assured, high-spirited: "With such a big advantage, I can't win. I have fought all these years in vain! I promise! This battle will definitely be reversed!"

(End of this chapter)