Chapter 881

When the sorcerer was in danger, he reached out his hand and took out a scroll from his pocket, but before he could tear it open, a scimitar flew towards him from a distance and chopped on his right shoulder on the spot, causing his arm to droop weakly. go down

Masola seized the opportunity and hit the opponent's abdomen hard with her raised fist. The huge force directly lifted the opponent's body, the fist blade pierced the body, and the inertia made the mage fly more than three meters, hitting The back of the wall "plopped" to the ground, and the blood spread from his abdomen, but Masuola didn't give up, he gritted his teeth and rushed over, and threw his second and third punches at him without saying a word...

"boom!"

"boom!"

"enough!"

Masola almost smashed the mage's body in two before being stopped by Erwin. He looked up to find that the captain's hair was almost burnt away. But his shield was still intact on his left arm, and the armor on his body was scorched black, but his running posture seemed to be fine...

After confirming that the company commander was fine, Masola's angry and tense mood eased a little. But he immediately realized that there was still a task to be completed. Seeing Viscount Cattelan, who was already limp on the ground, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the opponent's neck, and lifted it up with one hand like a chicken. Only then did everyone realize that his luxurious clothes The hem of the ornament has been soaked with urine.

Massora tossed the guy aside, and then began to assist the second team outside the house to clear away the guards who were trying to rescue them. The transformed tiefling had trouble moving around the house, so he returned to his former form. The soldiers of the special company were used to this, but the nobles were so frightened that they forgot to resist.

The most powerful mage was killed, and the remaining guards were quickly cleared like fish. In five minutes, more than a dozen nobles and knights in the entire mansion expressed their willingness to surrender and give up all resistance. And Viscount Cattelan asked his steward to order all the soldiers in the city to give up resistance, and let Efta special connection manage the city defense.

In fact, there are no armed forces above the squad at all on the city wall at night. Even without his order, the actual control of the city wall has fallen into the hands of Efta special forces. And Erwin took all these nobles in one pot, which made the raid mission complete: Although the city sounds like there are two thousand soldiers that can be fought, the leadership is scattered in the hands of the nobles. There is no subordination.

So when their master became a prisoner, the soldiers who heard the news didn't say anything, and directly chose to surrender together without any resistance at all...

In other words, in such an era of cold weapons, Irwin led an airborne force of 240 people and directly seized control of an important city overnight.

At dawn, Masola still didn't close her eyes. He stood beside his wounded comrades,

Feed the other party a mouthful of healing potion from time to time. After the battle, exhaustion came quickly, but Masola still didn't want to go to sleep because of the agitation of her mood. Instead, she sat here, thinking about the gains and losses of the night's battle.

In fact, what he summed up was really not emotional, because it was only at this time that Masola realized that the saying "sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in wartime" is really not an empty talk. And Commander Soderol's repeated changes to the plan on the issue of "military supplies" saved the lives of his comrades!

He thought that the equipment everyone wore was similar to those of the infantry division soldiers, but after fighting face-to-face with the mage last night, everyone discovered... It turns out that his armor can not only block swords and swords, but also resist spells. They are not high, so their armor with magic resistance is of great use.

There were a total of four soldiers who were hit by the "Cone of Ice" and "Fire Shock". It stands to reason that even if they wore metal armor, they would be directly pierced through their bodies or blown to pieces. But it turned out that the armor firmly blocked the spell. Apart from broken ribs and muscle contusions, the four people did not endanger their lives.

Except for a barbarian comrade who happened to be shot in the knee by an arrow, the rest of the assault team maintained basic mobility.

Erwin, the company commander, was blasted head-on by the "enhanced fireball technique", but in fact, his shield didn't even show a crack. Apart from being shocked for a few hours, he was fine. It was only later that Marsola learned that... the material of this shield is made of keel.

In fact, even Erwin didn't know that the special company with a total of only 500 people had been several times more expensive than the same number of cavalry troops since its establishment until now...

Their individual equipment is stronger than that of a Dragonlance Knight with a horse, and everyone must be at least level 5 advanced to be eligible to pass the screening. Under such conditions, they used their actions to prove how valuable the money was!

Two hundred and forty people took down a city with tens of millions of people. Such a thing can definitely be recorded in history. Masola is excited because her name will be recited in the future.

"Team four, eat!"

Erwin's voice came over, and Masola put down the potion bottle in her hand, greeted the injured comrades beside her, and got up to eat. Their meals are directly the leftovers from the noble banquet. Alcohol is prohibited in the company, but chicken and beef are enough.

Masola devoured her fill, and when she went back to prepare for her rotation, she happened to hear a soldier from the sixth row coming to report the information

"Report to the company commander! A messenger from the imperial city has just been caught at the south city gate. This is an intercepted letter!"

Although Erwin has worked hard to learn to read in the past six months, the fonts of the royal letters are fancy, and the grammar is completely different from the spoken language. He had to ask the person next to him for help: "Who can understand? Read it for me?"

There are quite a few literate people in the whole team, but the nobles of the Karen Kingdom...especially the royal family's fonts are not understandable by ordinary people at all, so after going around, Erwin found that no one could read the contents of the letter.

He turned his mind quickly, and he was directly dragged over by Viscount Cattelan. The latter thought he was going to be executed, so he was so frightened that he cried loudly, making all the special forces despise him...

Is this the nobleman of the kingdom guarding the important town?

Marsola pouted while standing not far away, and then heard the nobleman start to read the contents of the letter tremblingly. It probably meant that the royal family asked Viscount Cattelan to immediately coordinate all nearby towns, collect all the food that could be collected, and quickly transport it to the retreating main force in the north.

"Oh, I see."

Erwin waved his hand: "Throw him back to the dungeon, just keep an eye on it."

Then he looked at the small magic clock that he brought with him, and continued to order: "ignite 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 period. The city gate maintains a first-level alert, If anyone has the intention of trying to open it, kill Wushe, regardless of whether they are nobles or not!"

"The expected airdrop should be near the west gate, and the team should be prepared in advance for transportation."

"Yes! Company commander!"

The voices answered one after another, Masola knew that he had nothing to do at the moment, and "sleeping" was also a task for him. So he slept directly with his clothes on the big bed on the second floor.

At one o'clock, Masora was awakened by the roar of the propeller.

Running to the balcony and looking out, the huge figure of the "Albatross" transport plane was flying over the city. The airdrop last night was at a height of about 3,000 meters in order to reduce the noise. But this time it was probably only about a kilometer, because on a sunny day, Masola could even see the material boxes falling slowly after being thrown out of the tail cabin.

When it was time to rotate the guards, Masola washed his face with water and came to stand guard outside the headquarters. Not long after, the supplies were transported into the city by the prepared carriage. The soldiers removed the magic circle on the box, opened it, and began to assemble the large communication circle. After inserting the spar, the troop immediately got in touch with the front line and the headquarters of the temple.

Listening to Erwin's loud voice reporting on the military situation, Masola pricked up her ears and listened for a long time, only then did she realize that after her own group was airdropped, the "Albatross" had already dropped the other half of the special company to the "Beibei Province", which was more than a hundred kilometers to the east. The city of Collis was also an important place from which a large number of food supplies for the enemy's troops might be provided. And the airborne operation over there was also very successful. At this moment, the city has been completely closed, blocking any possibility of supporting the enemy.

"Our main force will arrive here in three days, before that. Everyone pays close attention to possible counterattacks in the city, and cooperates with the intelligence bureau to nip all resistance forces at the first sign!"

"yes!"

Masola breathed a little, thinking that it has not been a week since the war started, and he wondered if the royal family would surrender directly in three days?

*****

For Viscount Boragon, who is still on the road, the most important thing right now is to hurry.

He has already contacted the army on the east side. The army with a total of more than 10,000 people was short of food during the retreat, and more than 1,000 people had been reduced in two days. ran away...

They were directly attacked by the enemy before they assembled, and many people naturally chose to retreat due to low morale. After all, following the big army would lead to starvation, so it was better to just go to that village to "collect" some food after leaving directly, rather than eating turf in the stinking camp.

Many of these escaped people didn't even have the status of "knights". Their departure often meant that there was an additional wave of horse bandits in the kingdom.

But now Boragon doesn't care about these at all. He can only let all the nobles stand up and try to maintain morale by preaching, and try to find a way to delay the speed of the pursuers.

After crossing the Bordeaux River, Boragon immediately sent people to demolish all the nearby bridges. It takes half a day to build a bridge, and it takes at least a day to build a simple pontoon bridge, and Boragon can't think of any way to let that kind of huge truck pass. Unless the other party spends several months rebuilding a solid stone bridge.

As long as there are no trucks and roads, the enemy's pursuit speed will not be as amazing as before. Viscount Boragon thought this way, so he felt much more relaxed now than last night.