"Count Simon, are you still hoping that someone will come to save you? Stop wishing, you are unable to escape now!" Outside the camp, a man's harsh and arrogant laughter came, and this made the defenders

Count Simon, who was at the last line of defense, felt a chill in his heart.

This was the voice of his old acquaintance. Even though the light was dim and the sound was noisy, Count Simon still recognized the other person at once.

"It's you, Lovewey!" The sneering man stuck his head out and looked at the dim fire outside the camp, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. Wasn't this his old subordinate at the time, but now the other party saw it?

I have to become my own gravedigger.

"It's me, Your Excellency, I haven't seen you for a long time. I used to serve under you, but I didn't expect that we would meet again in this form." Lovewei also said with some emotion, but his

These words seemed particularly chilling amid the din of the night wind.

"Humph, there is no need to be hypocritical at this time. Since you are loyal to Grand Duke Ivan, we should have expected that we would meet in battle." There was no emotion in the words. It was obvious that Simon knew that he

This former subordinate, Baron Lovvie, was determined not to

He was thinking about his old relationship. And based on his understanding of it, he estimated that Lovewei was planning something secretly, so he immediately put his men on guard. Count Simon stared at the dark and deep place with all his vigor.

Ahead. Be prepared for possible surprise attacks by the enemy at any time.

A fierce battle is inevitable, but the only thing that makes Count Simon care a little is what the other party said just now.

"What did you mean when you just said that no one will come to support you?" Judging from the other party's voice, such a fierce offensive this time, and the tone of Baron Lovewey himself, Count Simon felt that it was not groundless.

He was intimidated, but this also made him feel uneasy.

Outside the camp, while directing his men what to do, he looked at the camp where Count Simon was with contemptuous eyes. At this time, Lovewei smiled and said: "You didn't realize it until now! But now you are aware of it."

It’s too late!”

"What do you mean?!" The horrified Simon couldn't help but trembling slightly at the corners of his eyes. He tried hard to hide his inner uneasiness, but the last soldiers under him in the camp still saw what was in the heart of their Lord Count.

They were shaken and couldn't help but become commotion.

"What do you mean? Isn't it already very clear? Your Excellency Simon, the place where you are currently stationed is a narrow strip of land between the Oglaz Mountaineering Area of ​​Mercia and the Bellasissa Mountains. This place is both crucial and difficult to defend.

Attack. If we are not completely sure, do you think we will take action? To be honest, before the attack, Grand Duke Ivan had quickly removed several other strongholds around him, and now you are trapped in many traps.

siege. It’s almost dawn when the reinforcements arrived recently. No matter how stubbornly you resist, you can’t change this result, so let’s give up the resistance! If Count Simon is willing to be loyal to His Highness Ivan, I can guarantee it.

He will definitely be reused." Lovevii, who chose coercion and inducement, did not choose to continue the attack. Being able to surrender a count would be much more beneficial than killing one.

But in the camp, Simon himself had no such plan at all. He asked his men to shoot in the direction of Lovevii with lit bows and arrows, and said sarcastically: "Spare me, I don't have this."

If you choose to work with those barbaric guys in the north, you might as well kill me.

As a vassal of His Highness Boril, I have no intention of surrendering. Even if you have removed all the surrounding strongholds, so what, just the people I have in my hands to stay here are enough!" Not at all.

To boast about Haikou, in fact Simon himself does have this confidence.

Since he was ordered to be stationed in this most critical place, the last line of defense was extremely strong. In addition, he still had usable troops on hand. Simon decided to fight to see if he could hold on until dawn.

However, his reaction seemed particularly ridiculous in Lovewey's eyes. "Hahahaha, do you really think you can persist in resisting? How stupid! Sir Simon, you'd better take a look at what I've prepared for you first.

What is it!" He asked his subordinates to light up the torches and illuminate their backs. They saw a bright fire behind Lovewei, which surprised everyone in the camp.

What exactly is this preparation for?

And when Simon was suspicious, he cast his gaze again, towards the place where the fire was lit, and finally saw clearly behind Lovewei, and suddenly his face changed drastically, "That... that's... no

possible……"

God!

He almost groaned in his heart. Looking at the behemoth, the desperate Earl Simon finally understood why Lovewei had such a loud tone. I saw that outside the camp, a giant projection vehicle had been installed at some point.

, and now he finally understood what the opposite party had been telling him for so long that he had been waiting for - it turned out to be to arrange this trump card.

With no desire to continue resisting, Simon's face turned pale. He recognized what they were - his camp was just a pile of adobe in front of these projection vehicles made by skilled Latin craftsmen, and there was no chance of winning at all.

.Now even the commander has no fighting spirit, not to mention other soldiers, some of whom already want to escape from the battle.

On the other hand, even if he couldn't see the expression on the face of the person opposite him from the outside, Lovewei had already guessed what his former boss should look like now. And he didn't want to waste any more time giving Count Simon time to think about it.

I saw him raising the broad sword in his hand and shouting:

"Whoever launches an attack and captures Count Simon will be rewarded heavily! There will be rewards heavily!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately aroused the nerves of the soldiers, and they shouted: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In the darkness, the fanatical shouts of the soldiers were like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, which was so frightening that Simon himself in the camp could no longer hold his sword with trembling hands. Then, the burning asphalt was thrown by a catapult.

The incoming stone bullets had already roared from above their heads, destroying the wooden fence, igniting the tents, and turning this last barrier into a sea of ​​despair. At this moment, Count Simon's defeat was destined to be inevitable.

Avoided.

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Chapter completed!