Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 88 The Extinction of the Flower of Fire
The war continued day by day, fighting on the city wall day by day, and Zhang Ang also gave soup day by day.

Fortunately, the leather-armored boy who was partnering with him was very experienced. He could hit the right gap in the siege every time and complete the soup delivery task. Except for a few times when the two sides used trebuchets to bombard each other, which was more dangerous, most of the other The time is short-lived.

According to the inquired news, although Paris has been completely besieged, the main attack of the British has always been on the West Gate, and the other three gates can only be regarded as feints.

But even with the feint attack, countless corpses and howling seriously wounded people are brought down every day. One can imagine what the main attack will be like at the Ximen side.

It is said that Marshal Lediguiere, who is in charge of the city's defense, is currently stationed in Ximen, and His Majesty the Emperor has visited Ximen many times to give condolences and boost morale.

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This is No.30 Nine Days of Siege.

The weather has become colder, and the bleak cold wind in late autumn continues to pour into the gaps in people's clothes, allowing everyone to taste the breath of winter.

Zhang Ang carried the tin bucket as usual, and followed the leather armored brother up the city wall.

Compared with before, the current soup is clearer, and there are fewer condiments in it, turning into a clear soup that doesn't look thick at all.

However, no one complained or cursed. Everyone poured the soup into their mouths mechanically without any thought of moving.

The number of people on the city wall is decreasing day by day at a rate visible to the naked eye. Although new recruits are added every day, replenishment is never as good as consumption.

Most of the new recruits are the lowest level martial arts apprentices, and some don't even have any martial arts skills. This makes people wonder how many of them can survive this fierce siege battle.

The siege battle here was far more brutal than Zhang Ang had imagined. They basically relied on martial arts masters. After breaking through the barriers, they rushed to the city wall to open a point, and then supported other people to come up, expand the results of the battle, and occupy the city wall.And those selected points are mostly the defensive areas of rookies. Before our masters arrive, they can only exchange their lives for time, and use their flesh and blood to hinder the opponent.

It was a real massacre. Every move of the strong men could bring up a huge rain of blood, and even make the entire city wall covered with blood.

Yes, in the end they will be driven away or besieged by the masters of the city defenders, but before that, each of them will kill enough people.

There were also fewer officers and powerful men in the turret, and D'Artagnan was much weaker than at the beginning.He seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries, and his body was wrapped in a large bandage, with faint blood seeping out from the bandage, his body also lost a lot of weight, and the tattered armor was worn loosely on his body.He leaned half against the wall and closed his eyes.

Fortunately, the meals of the officers were not withheld. Zhang Ang quickly filled him with two big bowls of thick and fragrant soup and put them at his hand.

Zhang Ang knew that for so many days, d'Artagnan had been running and fighting on the city wall. He kept rushing to the most dangerous places, wanting to save more robes, wanting to save more recruits, wanting to save The whole country, however, often he could only save a small part, a small part.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ang became a little worried about Albert. After inquiring for a month, he didn't find any news about their group. He didn't know how he was doing now.

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On the city wall of the west gate, the battle between the two sides has reached the most critical moment.

A terrifying strong man brandished two big knives and created a whirlwind of massacres on a section of the city wall.

Albert wiped the blood from his hair and yelled: "No retreat! No retreat! Make another wave and drive him off! Do you have a shield? Any shield will do. Anyone with armor will follow!" I'll stand in front, let's charge again and drive him off!"

Several damaged wooden shields, iron shields, and steel shields were gathered together and placed in front of the team. Under the command of Albert, a group of people shouted and rushed towards the strong man.

When a weak person deals with a martial arts master, the only thing he can think of and actually use is the simplest and crudest method.

And this time, the method is to rely on the large number of people to knock the opponent off the city wall!

This kind of impact is irreversible, there is no dodge, no parry, only aim at the target and hit it with all your strength!

Most people will die, but this section of the city wall can be kept!

The wild saber energy shattered the first steel shield, and then shattered the armor behind the shield and the people in the armor.

The second knife qi swept downward, cutting off the legs of the people in the front row, causing them to fall to the ground.

But the people behind passed the fallen person again and bumped into him again.

The sharp edge of the first knife shattered the wooden shield from the right, and its owner.

The blade of the second knife slapped down the soldier rushing from the left, shattered his armor and brought down a group of people.

However, the collision still happened, and a group of people jumped on him, some pulled their hands, some pulled their legs, some hugged their waists, and each of them summoned all their strength to push him off the city wall.

The strong man's whole body was filled with true energy, and several people were blown away, but there were still a few who grabbed him tightly, and the wrestling continued.

Swinging with two knives, several more people were hacked to death, but more people rushed forward.

It seemed that this part of the city wall could not be taken down anymore. The strong man saw the swordsman rushing to the rescue in the distance, and planned to escape down the city wall first.

"Stop him! Don't let him run! Master Sophia is coming!" Albert saw through his plan at a glance, rushed over and shouted.

"You're the one who talks too much!" The strong man roared, and then swung a sharp saber at Albert who was not far away.

But before the saber energy could reach the opponent, the opponent disappeared out of thin air without a trace, as if this annoying commander had never appeared before.

"Ah?" Before the strong man could react from the shock, countless sword qi filled his eyes.

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In the most middle position of Ximen, the battle was more intense.

On the city wall, high in the sky, a bright red rose flower and a ball of golden light and shadow kept colliding.

The flaming long spear and the shining golden light continued to collide, sending out bursts of roar.

It was the martial saints from both sides fighting for life and death in the sky.

That was Aramis, France's last sharpshooter warrior, and Cu Chulainn, the "Son of Light" who had just surrendered to the Lord Protector of England not long ago.

Aramis's spear was as hot as fire, Cu Chulainn's was as fast as lightning.

However, the "Children of Light" were still stronger, and as time passed, Aramis gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Under the gaze of everyone above and below the city wall, the gorgeous blazing rose in the sky is slowly withering, slowly withering, and fresh blood is constantly dripping from the sky.

The black-armored knight flying in the air was still brandishing a long spear, but everyone knew that the traumatized and exhausted figure would not last long.

If you don't escape, you will die.

Some cried bitterly, kneeling and begging their sharp spear warriors to withdraw quickly, some held swords in hand, and shouted to hand over the enemy to him, and let them fight.
Everyone on the city wall is sincerely hoping that their last sharpshooter warrior will survive.

However, the only surviving French warrior who defended the country did not escape after all.

Until a green comet pierced the sky, completely extinguishing the precarious flower of fire.

(End of this chapter)