Don't panic, the leader of rebirth

The man who was trying to escape was instantly caught by the nimble mercenaries, and he fell to the ground. He wanted to break free from his grasped hands, but he was powerless. His messy hair covered his sight.

"Let go of me, let go of me!"

Ye Chan looked down at the distressed look of the deputy head of the Stormcrows, stretched out a hand, and took the knife from a small leader beside him.

The man who raised his head knelt on the ground excitedly, then clacked his head countless times in a row, completely lost the vigor just now, like a dog wagging its tail, begging the man to give him a chance.

"Please, my lord, bypass me! Let me continue to serve you..."

Red blood spattered all around, warm and viscous.

"Hold up your prayers and pick up your last glory as a soldier."

A head fell to the ground, the man's eyes opened wide, and the expression of disbelief froze on his face. This was the last expression of the man.

Ye Zen walked up to the tower, the messy Paimpol soldiers were not led by anyone, some of them had lost their will to fight, they sat on the edge of the city wall in frustration, and did not resist, allowing the general army outside to approach, only a small number of people They are still holding the bows and arrows in their hands in an organized manner, waiting for the order of the squad leader to release the arrows.

"Where is the mayor?"

"Why isn't he here to lead us to fight?"

"The general soldiers are coming up!"

boom boom-

Walking quickly through the crowd, this is a brown-haired man who does not look familiar to him. The man stands in place with an imposing manner. He is like a magnetic field attracting everyone's attention. His eyes are a rare dark green with bottomless depths. All Paimpol soldiers who gave up resistance on the spot looked at the man blankly.

"As you can see, I am not from Paimpol, but I believe most of you have met me before, and today I will lead you in battle."

Wild Zen wore the soft armor of the Stormcrows.

"Just you?"

"Who do you think you are?"

A few big men from Paimpol sneered at Ye Zen and said disdainfully.

"I don't want you to fight for me, nor for anyone, but for yourselves! They will come in and chop off your heads, kill your children, rape your women, take your wealth, and burn you House of!"

"I'm not good at naval battles, but my army is stronger than any of you on land. At this moment, I ask you to follow me. I, Ye Zen, promise to lead you to repel the general soldiers and live! People are in the city, people are here! The dead city is dead!"

Aka was holding the torch, and his slender arm was holding the fiery red torch steadily. He stood beside Ye Zen tremblingly, and stood on the same spot, with the clothes pulled from the dead man still on his body, and the severed hand. The bone pain made his face pale and his lips turn purple, but this moment was not the time to say that he was in pain.

"Come on, stand up!"

Ye Zen showed a dazzling smile, confident.

Arms in hand, behind him are the legions he built, the legions of his best friends, and the soldiers of Paimpol.

"Pass down the order, let the archers continue to shoot arrows, shoot a few soldiers over, throw the stones down, and don't let people climb the city wall."

"Obey, my lord!" Paimpol's soldiers acted immediately, and several soldiers who were familiar with Paimpol City were dispatched to effectively prevent the soldiers who climbed the city from coming up.

The huge door was smashed by a wooden bumper. Ye Chan clenched his fists tightly and held the weapon in his hand tightly, leading his soldiers to charge forward.

A real head-to-head battle appeared vividly before Yue Lin's eyes. They fought, and the clanging of knives made a powerful sound. The bloody corpses in the city were accompanied by dying and desperate screams, and the roar ran through the whole place. battlefield.

Wearing thin soft leather armor and facing the danger of being missed by arrows, the man was the first to charge.

Yue Lin walked in front of a Captain Pample, obviously the man's archery skills were very good, even in the dark of night on the battlefield, he could also shoot the general soldiers who were about to attack Ye Zen, the two nodded to each other on the battlefield.

Yue Lin raised his head and looked at the Puluo warship floating on the coast in the distance, pondered for a few seconds, and whispered something to Jian Zan, the captain of the mercenary team sent by Ye Zen behind him to protect him.

"But... But Lord Ye Chan asked me to protect your safety, I can't leave!" Jian Zan looked at Yue Lin hesitantly, and said solemnly.

"On the battlefield, who can protect whom? I take this here, unless the city is destroyed, who do you think is in more danger now, me or your lord?" Yue Lin urged.

Jian Zan made a decisive decision, took a step back, clenched his fist with one hand on his heart, stood up straight, not like a mercenary, but like a real soldier, and said: "I will definitely come back, please wait for me here!"

"Follow me! You guys follow me too." Pointing to some Paimpole archers, Jian Zan quickly left with a team of 20 people.

The enemy in front of him held a long knife in his hand and looked at his opponent intently. He was wearing a golden armor with a rough mark on it. He stared at Ye Zen with gloomy eyes. The two faced each other. No one dared to relax their vigilance.

"Damn!"

The man cursed in a low voice. It should have been smooth to lead the troops to Paimpol, but the battle that ended quickly is still going on. The Paimpol soldiers who had no resistance just now started to organize resistance again. The group of horse killers has sent a signal, all the nobles in Paimpol should be dead!

Who is this guy who is leading the Paimpolians to fight in front of him? !

The blade slashed across his cheek, Ye Zen just tilted his head back, and then the knife in his hand went up, opening the long knife in the opponent's hand, a trace of panic suddenly flashed in the man's mind, just when the knife in Ye Zen's hand was about to fall on the man's body , Several general soldiers rushed over and quickly blocked the knife in Ye Chan's hand.

Time seems to be frozen. The corpses on the battlefield maintain the fighting posture before they died. From now on, everything in this world has nothing to do with them. The memories about them will be forgotten, as if they have never appeared, never Disappeared, without any trace, until time shattered.

General Pu Luo who was rescued was like an angry beast, throwing off the support of several soldiers.

The coastline that was suddenly illuminated attracted the attention of people on the battlefield. The entire river bank was filled with fire, and the screams from the boats shook the heavens and earth. And the legion under Ye Zen let out a roar of high excitement.

Ye Zen on the battlefield did not relax his vigilance, looked at his opponent carefully, and glanced suspiciously at Lai who was engulfed by the fire.Ships, several mercenaries who successfully killed their opponents noticed the situation around Ye Chan, and consciously moved closer, glaring like tigers, glaring at each other as if they were going to eat people, and guarding Ye Chan in the middle.

"who are you?"

General Pu Luo had a cold face, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He looked the man up and down, and asked.

"Wild Zen."

The long brown hair was randomly programmed into three strands at the moment, and the fine strands of hair were interspersed and scattered in the middle, falling on his battle armor. His dark green eyes concealed impenetrable emotions, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised as he spoke.

"I remember you, let's fight again next time!"

The general soldiers panicked because of the burning of the warship, and they were defeated instantly on the battlefield, but the soldiers of Paimpol fought more and more vigorously. Seeing the enemy being repelled, their hearts seemed to be ignited with infinite courage.

"I didn't tell you to go, kill them."

Ye Chan's skills are actually only average, and he doesn't have many battles. Every time he fights, Yihuai charges in front, and he commands from the rear. Today, he went to the battlefield in person because no one can replace him. The wound on the arm, ordered.

The mercenaries are free and flexible. Every mercenary is a powerful soldier and a master of fighting and killing. They have been on the battlefield for a long time. Wherever there is war, there are them. Compared with ordinary soldiers, they fight more and kill more people. Master The fight between them is only a fraction of a millimetre, let alone a life-and-death struggle. A group of soldiers have to protect the safety of the young general in the middle and deal with several powerful mercenaries at one time, but they died in the hands of the mercenaries in two or three minutes. .

"kill him."

"I am the future city lord of Puro, you can't kill me, you let me go, I promise...I promise that as long as I live, Puro will never attack Paimpol again!" the man roared.

His cold gaze swept over the so-called future city lord of Puluo, and Ye Zen sneered again and again, saying, "No need, because I will take Pamper and my army to attack Puluo."

"Listen, soldiers of Puluo, your commander, your future city lord of Puluo, is dead, now you have only one choice, put down your weapons and surrender." The man held his head high, and the Puluo soldiers slowly lowered their hands weapons...

Ye Zen glanced at the battlefield where the dead body was lying, and looked at the fire on the shore. It was already half daylight, and the cheers of the soldiers could be heard in his ears. Zen front, thank you.

Being held up high, everyone cheered excitedly, cheers followed by a moment of silence, and the defeated general soldiers looked around in desperation and despair.

The soldier with missing arms and legs was lying on the ground, smiling with difficulty.

Some soldiers actually cleaned the battlefield, and the corpses piled up into four hills. The scattered corpses were incomplete, and the devastated ground was slightly cold. The gray soil turned black at this moment because of the blood and water.

The blood in the hall has been cleaned up. All the small captains and nobles in Panbo City are in this hall at the moment, as well as the captains of various legions. The man sits on the Iron Throne representing the city lord in the middle of the hall, his dark green eyes scan All the people below announced: "Tomorrow we will go to Puro!"

The excited soldiers raised their knives, guns and weapons, their blood spurted with excitement, it was revenge, they were eager for revenge, revenge, even though they were exhausted now, their bloodthirsty mood could not be stopped.

After deploying the things that need to be transported and arranging the treatment of the wounded soldiers in Paimpleli, the man finally felt tired.

Yue Lin, who had already connected his arm and clamped it with a wooden plank, was sitting beside him in a daze.

War is full of blood and iron, and it never begins and ends according to your wishes.

Ye Zen stared leisurely at the young man who was in a daze in front of him, even though he had thousands of words to say, he couldn’t utter them. He was trapped in the building by the fire, and it was the young man who took him away regardless of the danger; People burned the enemy's ships to boost morale, so that they could win this battle.

"Thank you."

Seeing no response from the other party, Ye Zen smiled and stared tenderly at the young man who was meditating. He has long black hair, a pair of black eyes, and a good-looking face. He is not annoying, and even wants to go Get close, get close to him, even hug him.

Ye Zen thought, he was finished.