The sorcerer took out a scroll from his pocket, but before he could tear it open, a scimitar flew towards him from afar and landed on his right shoulder, causing his arm to droop weakly.
Masora seized the opportunity and punched the sorcerer's abdomen. The force of the punch pierced through the sorcerer's body, and the inertia sent the sorcerer flying for more than three meters. He crashed into the wall and fell to the ground. Blood flowed from his abdomen. But Masora did not stop there. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the sorcerer. Without a word, he punched the sorcerer a second time, a third time …
* Bang! *
* Bang! *
"That's enough!"
Masora almost smashed the sorcerer's body into two before Erwin stopped him. He looked up and found that the captain's hair was almost burnt off. But his shield was still intact on his left arm. His armor was charred black, but his running posture did not seem to be affected.
After confirming that the captain was fine, Masora's anger and tension eased a little. But he immediately realized that he still had a mission to complete. Looking at Viscount Cartland who had collapsed on the ground, he reached out and strangled his neck, lifting him up with one hand as if he was a chicken. Only then did everyone realize that the hem of his luxurious clothes was soaked in urine.
Masora threw him to the side and began to help the second team outside to clear out the guards who were trying to rescue him. The transformed Teflin could not move freely in the house, so he reverted to his previous appearance. The soldiers of the special forces were used to this, but the nobles were so scared that they forgot to resist.
The strongest sorcerer was killed, and the remaining guards were quickly cleaned up like small fries. In five minutes, more than ten nobles and knights in the mansion expressed their willingness to surrender and give up all resistance. Viscount Cartland even ordered his butler to order all the soldiers in the city to give up resistance. The Eiffta Special Forces would be in charge of the city defense.
In fact, there was no armed force above a small team on the city wall at night. Even without his order, the actual control of the city wall had fallen into the hands of the Eiffta Special Forces. And Erwin had wiped out all the nobles, completing the raid mission perfectly. While the city seemed to have 2,000 soldiers, the leadership was scattered among the nobles, and no one was subordinate to each other.
Thus, when their master became a captive, the soldiers who heard the news immediately chose to surrender together without any hesitation. There was no resistance at all.
In other words, in this era of cold weapons, Irwin led 240 airborne troops and directly seized control of an important city overnight.
At dawn, Marthora still did not close her eyes. He stayed by the side of his wounded comrade and fed him a healing potion from time to time. After the battle, exhaustion quickly hit him. However, Marthora was still unwilling to sleep because of the agitation in his heart. Instead, he sat there, thinking about the gains and losses of the night.
In fact, his conclusion was not that much emotional, because it was only now that Marsola understood that the saying "sweat more in peacetime, less blood in battle" was not empty talk. And Commander Sodelor's many changes to the "military supplies" problem had even saved the lives of his comrades!
He originally thought that the equipment they wore was similar to that of the infantry division, but after the face-to-face battle with the sorcerer last night, everyone realized that not only could their armor block swords and knives, it could also resist magic. The spells that the high-ranked sorcerer cast in a hurry were not of a high level, so their magic-resistant armor played a big role.
A total of four soldiers were hit by the "Icicle Spell" and "Flame Blast". Logically speaking, even if they were wearing metal armor, their bodies should have been directly pierced or blown into pieces. But in the end, the armor firmly blocked the spells. Apart from broken ribs and bruised muscles, the four people were not in danger of dying.
Apart from a barbarian comrade who was coincidentally shot in the knee by an arrow, the rest of the assault team maintained basic mobility.
Captain Erwin was blown away by the "Enhanced Fireball", but in fact, his shield did not even have a crack. Apart from the shock that made his internal organs uncomfortable for a few hours, he was not seriously injured. Later, Marsora found out that the material of the shield was dragon bones.
In fact, even Erwin did not know that the special company, which only had a total of 500 people, from the establishment of the organization until now, all the expenses were several times more expensive than the same number of cavalry troops …
Their individual equipment was even stronger than that of the dragon lance knights with warhorses, and everyone had to advance to level 5 or above to qualify to be selected. Under such conditions, they used their own actions to prove that the money spent was worth it!
Two hundred and forty people took down a city with tens of thousands of people, such an event would definitely be recorded in history. Marsora was also excited because his name would definitely be remembered in the future.
"Fourth team, eat!"
Erwin's voice came over. Marsora put down the medicine bottle in his hand, said goodbye to the injured comrades beside him, and got up to eat. Their food was directly left over from the noble banquet. The company forbade alcohol, but there was enough chicken and beef.
Marsora wolfed down his food, and when he was about to go back and rest, he happened to hear the report of a soldier from the sixth platoon —
"Reporting to the captain! We have just captured a messenger from the Imperial City at the south gate. This is the intercepted letter! "
Although Erwin had been trying to learn to read for the past six months, not to mention the fancy handwriting of the royal letters, the grammar was also completely different from the spoken language. He had to ask for help, "Who can understand it? Can you read it for me? "
There were many people in the whole team who could read, but the writing of the nobles of the Kingdom of Karen, especially the royal family, was not something that ordinary people could understand. Therefore, after walking around, Erwin found that no one could read the content of the letter.
He was quick-witted, and directly asked someone to drag Viscount Cartland over. The latter thought that he was going to be executed, and was so scared that he cried out loud, which made the special forces despise him in their hearts …
This was the kingdom's noble who guarded the important city?
Marsora stood not far away, and then heard the noble began to tremble as he began to read the content of the letter. The general meaning was that the royal family wanted Viscount Cartland to immediately coordinate all the nearby towns, collect all the food that could be collected, and quickly transport it to the main force that was retreating in the north.
"Oh, I understand."
Erwin waved his hand, "Throw him back to the dungeon, and keep an eye on him."
Then he looked at the small magic clock that he brought with him and continued to order, "Light the agreed signal in the square before ten o 'clock, and keep it burning until twelve o' clock. The falcon will investigate during this time. Maintain a level one alert at the city gate. If anyone tries to open it, kill without mercy — remember, kill them all, whether they are nobles or not! "
"The estimated airdrop should be near the west gate. Prepare a team in advance to transport the food."
"Yes! Captain! "
The response came one after another. Marsora knew that there was nothing for him to do at the moment, and "sleeping" was also a task for him. Therefore, he directly fell asleep on the big bed on the second floor with his clothes on.
At one o 'clock, Marsora was woken up by the roar of the propellers.
He ran to the balcony and looked out, and the huge figure of the "Albatross" was flying over the city. In order to reduce the noise, the airdrop last night was about three thousand meters high. This time, it was probably only about one thousand meters. Because it was a sunny day, Marsora could even see the supply boxes that were slowly falling after being thrown out of the tail cabin.
When it was time to rotate the guards, Marsora washed his face with water and went to stand guard outside the command center. Not long after, the supplies were transported into the city by the prepared carriages. The soldiers removed the magic circle on the boxes and began to assemble the large communication circle. When the crystals were inserted, the troops immediately got in touch with the frontline and the command center of the Holy Cathedral.
Listening to Irwin's loud military report, Marsora pricked up his ears for a long time. Only then did he know that after his group of people was airdropped, the "Albatross" had already airdropped the other half of the special forces to "Bekoris City" more than a hundred kilometers east. That city was also an important place that could provide a large number of food supplies for the enemy troops. The airdrop operation over there was also very successful. At this moment, the city had been completely closed, blocking any possibility of supporting the enemy troops.
"Our main force will arrive here in three days. Before that, everyone pay close attention to the possible counterattack in the city, cooperate with the Intelligence Bureau, and be sure to kill all resistance forces! "
"Yes!"
Marsora breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking that it had not even been a week since the war began, he did not know if the royal family would directly surrender in three days.
*****
For Viscount Beuragon, who was still on the way, the most important thing at the moment was to hurry up.
He had already made contact with the troops in the east. The army of more than 10,000 people was short of food during the retreat. In two days, more than 1,000 people had been killed. They did not starve to death, but the knights ran away with their squires …
Before they could assemble, they were directly attacked by the enemy. With low morale, many people naturally chose to retreat. After all, they would starve if they followed the main force. It was better for them to "collect" some food in the village than to gnaw on the turf in the smelly camp.
Many of these people who ran away did not even have the identity of "knights". Their departure often meant that there would be more horse bandits in the kingdom.
But now Beuragon could not care about this. He could only ask all the nobles to stand up and try to maintain the morale by preaching, and try to find ways to delay the speed of the pursuers.
After crossing the Bordeaux River, Beuragon immediately sent people to demolish all the nearby bridges. In this era, it was not easy to repair bridges. It would take half a day to demolish a bridge, and it would take at least a day to build a simple pontoon bridge. Beuragon could not think of any way to let the huge trucks pass. Unless the enemy spent a few months to rebuild a solid stone bridge.
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