Although John Senior had more soldiers under his command, they were pincered from the front and the back, and their morale plummeted.
And the three Golden Son professionals took the lead, reaping the lives of the enemy.
In cold weapon warfare, without the participation of spellcasters, Warriors, or Battle Priests, were fierce generals who could fight a hundred alone.
They took the lead, and every time they killed an enemy, their own side's morale would rise and the enemy's would fall. This was the most important role of generals in battle.
Just about five minutes after Hawk joined the battle, the enemy was routed due to a collapse in morale.
John Junior, who had seen a real battlefield for the first time, was completely stunned and lost his previous high-spirited attitude.
His ears were full of the screams of fighting, the muffled sound of longswords cutting through limbs, or the clanging of blunt weapons hitting shields and hitting armor.
He watched the soldiers around him fall one by one, his face pale with fear, not daring to move, but no one came to trouble him.
He watched as his father led a small army, seemingly trying to force a break through, but was blocked by Hawk.
Hawk was strong, even stronger than Link.
Link's Cleave and Whirlwind Slash could only spin five times.
But Hawk could spin ten times in a row, and his greatsword was longer and larger, moving as he spun, sending sand and stones flying and flesh and blood flying.
What was even more ridiculous was that although he was only wearing soft leather armor, the soldiers' stabs couldn't even pierce through his muscles.
After spinning, he swung normally, the greatsword swept across a large area, and two or three soldiers died with each swing. After cutting down ten people, he began to move and spin again.
John Junior just watched Hawk like a whirlwind, spinning and spinning … until there were no soldiers left standing next to him.
Finally, he saw his father and Hawk face off, and watched as his father was cut in half along with his horse by Hawk's charging slash.
John Junior shuddered as he watched his father fall in a pool of blood in the distance. Then he finally came to his senses and charged over with all his might.
In the process, still no enemy stopped him.
He ran to the upper half of his father's body and knelt down in a daze.
Thanks to his level two profession, John Senior's vitality was relatively tenacious, and even though his lower body flew to the other side, he wasn't completely dead.
Lying in a pool of blood, he saw John Junior running over and raising his right hand with trembling hands.
John Junior grabbed his father, whose internal organs were flowing out of his abdomen, and whose face was slowly turning gray, and tears flowed down.
"Surrender … patience …" Old John's eyes slowly closed. "Bloodline … inheritance."
After saying the last word, Old John closed his eyes completely.
John Junior held his father's hand. Although he didn't cry, his body was trembling violently.
With the City Lord dead, this battle naturally came to an end.
Jett came to John Junior's side and shook his head slightly as he looked at the heartbroken John Junior.
In the livestream, the players started discussing.
"Poor John Junior. His biological father died in front of him."
"He's not pitiful. Maybe he's laughing in his heart. Now that his father is dead, he'll be the City Lord."
"The one above is too inhumane."
"You want to talk about humanity with these feudal landlords? If they had any humanity at all, there wouldn't be so many beggars in the city, and they wouldn't think of using violence to obtain the docks and chase Hawk and the others away. "
"I feel the same way. They deserve it. It's not like they can just give up everything just because they're bullied. "
"I don't understand these things about humanity. I just feel that these soldiers are so noobs. Nearly half of them died in less than half an hour of fighting."
"In war, the advantage of professionals is too great. I estimate that if there were five level-5s in a well-configured squad, they could contend head-on against a regular army of hundreds of people. "
"Don't be too arrogant. Hollevin is just a beginner's village, one of the weaker of all the countries. There are many powerful countries outside, such as Fareins, whose army has a much stronger number of professionals than Hollevin. There are also desert kingdoms like Urganda, where everyone is a soldier, and the number of professionals in the army may reach ten percent. As for the Froststar Kingdom further away, I heard that there is a mysterious and powerful Frostwolf clan who are professionals from birth. They worship the Winterwolf God, and the Winterwolf Holy Lady is said to be at the Legendary level when she ascended the throne. "
"What's the identity of the person above? That makes sense."
"The person who spoke is called Schuck … Isn't that the founder of the F6 guild!"
"Damn, the only guild leader in the game right now. He's a big shot, sorry for the disrespect. "
"Don't mention it, the goddess sees that I'm handsome and is just giving me a meal."
"Tsk! Why are these big shots so narcissistic? Even Headmaster Huang always says that he's handsome. "
"Narcissism is better than being condescending and looking down at people with your nose."
"That's true."
Even looking at this rather bloody and sad scene, the atmosphere in the livestream room was still idiotic. For most players, no matter how real this world was, their sense of identity and immersion was still not too high.
John Junior hugged his father's body and felt that the latter had become cold.
His heart was cold.
At this moment, the sound of the battlefield suddenly became a lot quieter, and the shouting and killing had become very quiet.
Most of the soldiers had already thrown away their weapons and crouched down with their hands over their heads in surrender.
Only a small number of extremely loyal soldiers didn't struggle to hold on.
Hawk dragged his greatsword, walked up to John Junior, looked down at him, and said, "What are you going to do next?"
John Junior raised his head woodenly, a hint of mockery on his sorrowful face. "Don't you want to kill me? Why are you still asking so many questions? "
Hawk laughed. Because of his strong beast-like body and his fierce-looking face, he looked quite hideous. "Depending on the content of your answer, we will decide whether you live or die."
John Junior carefully placed his father's body on the ground. He slowly stood up and said, "Ask away."
Hawk looked around. There was no longer anyone resisting stubbornly. "Are you willing to become a puppet?"
John Junior looked around. The living soldiers were woodenly herded together by the beggar army, and the streets were full of human severed limbs or corpses. Some soldiers who weren't completely dead were sleeping on the ground, moaning in pain. Priest Jett was doing his best to save the dying soldiers, friend or foe.
This was certainly part of the noble side of human nature, but more of the reason was that … saving people could earn experience points.
Ninety percent of the soldiers in Delpon are here … John Junior withdrew his gaze and looked at Hawk bitterly. "Do I have the right to refuse?"
"Yes."
"At the price of death?"
Hawk nodded.
Taking a deep breath, John Junior asked, "Then what are you going to do with the maids in the castle, as well as my mother and sister?"
"If they want to leave, they can leave, and if they want to stay, they can stay. We won't do anything to restrict them, provided, of course, that they don't mess with us either and continue to be their noblewomen and young ladies in peace. " “
John Junior's face was obviously sarcastic. "It would be strange if they didn't rebel if the city was breached and we didn't open our gates."
Hawk sneered and said contemptuously, "Don't compare the army trained by us Golden Sons to the private army of you nobles."
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