Two Long Spearmen jumped out from the side, their spear shafts bending into an arc, then suddenly sprung out, aiming at the neck of an Armored Soldier.

A companion threw over a shield, and he grabbed the edge, lifting it sharply to strike away the incoming spear, narrowly avoiding it.

But just then, two Night Guards climbed over the wall, landing right behind the two Long Spearmen.

The hook spear extended, swiftly grazing the Long Spearman's body, hooking onto his ribs, making the Long Spearman cry out in pain, and he was dragged to the ground.

Before the Long Spearman's companion could react, a Holy Gunman strode forward, drawing his arming sword and lunged.

The arming sword pierced through the back, the tip emerging from the chest, causing the Night Guard to scream miserably, vomiting large amounts of blood, clutching his chest as he collapsed to the ground.

The chaos at the front line eventually affected the defense of other embrasures, with them turning around for support, causing more gaps to appear, allowing two more Armored Soldiers to climb up.

"The old captain is dead, I'm taking over command." Supported by several Holy Gunmen, Lauren shouted to the remaining Long Spearmen, "If you dare to flee, I'll report you to the Military Judge! Those whose embrasures have fallen, make way; those holding, don't provide chaotic support!"

Before Lauren's words had finished, three soldiers, led by that Armored Soldier, covered each other and formed a triangle, charging toward him.

The retreating Long Spearmen happened to block their path, instinctively forming a five-man row, shouting as they simultaneously lunged at the Armored Soldiers.

Faced with the sudden thrust of the 4.5-meter-long spears, the three Armored Soldiers failed to dodge.

The spears rotated and struck their round shields; iron nails and wood chips exploded, shooting into one of their eyes, causing him to shake his head in pain but not daring to lower his shield.

"Damn your goat." Turning sideways and raising the round shield, causing the original spear to deflect.

The Armored Soldier, with blood streaming from his eye, took the lead, shouldering a bastard sword, ducking under the sweeping spear shaft, instantly arriving in front of the Long Spearman.

The bastard sword swung horizontally from bottom to top, causing the Long Spearman's face to wrinkle in pain as he fell back, leaving only half a calf standing in place.

Blood sprayed out, staining the face of the already fierce-looking Armored Soldier.

Two exhausted Holy Gunmen, charged out from beside the Long Spearmen, wielding arming swords, swung at the back of a soldier's head.

Just as they were about to hit, a bastard sword blocked from the side, nearly disarming the Holy Gunman's arming sword.

"Holy Father above, the devil's henchmen are charging in."

The Holy Gunman shouted to Lauren before being kicked over by the soldier.

"Prepare!" At this moment, Lauren finally finished reloading.

With his command, the sound of gears turning caused all soldiers and guards to change their expressions.

Night Guards climbing over the wall paused, some even pretended to slip, falling off the wall.

"Praise the Holy Wind!" Ten Holy Gunmen stepped out from both sides, firing ten rounds of bullets within the narrow space of less than ten meters.

The densely packed three Armored Soldiers fell in response, with three to five Night Guards behind them also struck by stray bullets, blood spraying out.

After all, in such a limited area, using a force meant for ordinary people, the lead bullets penetrated several bodies like threading sugarcoated hawthorn.

"Long Spear Array! Charge!"

Seeing the assault team thrown into disarray by the sudden attack, Lauren seized the opportunity to launch a countercharge.

Under Lauren's direction, a 5x2 two-row Long Spear Array was organized, charging at the encroaching Night Guards.

Ten spears formed a neat line for a charge, causing the enemy in front to dodge to both sides.

One Night Guard, reacting a bit too slowly, felt a sharp, unsettling pain.

The charging spear blade pierced through the chest, catching on the ribs.

The Long Spearman shouted, rotating the spear shaft forward, forcing the Guard to lean back entirely, toppling over the embrasure.

The Guard fell onto a soldier's back, directly bending the soldier's neck backward.

"Bang bang bang!" The sound of Holy Guns firing resounded again; Lauren seemingly didn't care if stray bullets might hit his teammates in the melee, ordering a fire before the Long Spearmen could retreat.

This volley of gunfire took down two more Armored Soldiers.

Most of the Armored Soldiers had died, and the Guards were no match for the Long Spearmen, finally reversing the situation.

The Holy Gunmen ceased their might, while the Long Spearmen divided, surrounded, and slaughtered the disordered Guards and Armored Soldiers one by one.

When the last Armored Soldier climbed over the wall and fled, the defense line finally returned to its original state.

Yet there was little expression of joy on Lauren's face as he gazed at the increasingly chaotic defense lines on both the left and right flanks of the fortress walls, promptly making a decision. "The first layer of fortifications is lost."

Both sides of the walls were breached, the Holy Gunmen on the second layer couldn't come down nor fire, leading to an inevitable retreat.

As expected, the horn for retreat sounded shortly after.

The two divisions under Lauren, due to timely response, suffered few casualties and had relatively preserved Holy Power, remaining as the last rear guard.

"Mad!" Receiving the command, Lauren invoked the name of the Saint, "Juer Dan, after this, I should at least get a Deputy Corps Commander, I'm telling you!"

......

"Great, it's chaos! Complete chaos!" Harvin rode on horseback, laughing until his stomach hurt.

"Your Excellency, what about us?"

"Do we still need to ask?" Harvin looked up at the overcast sky, the hot wind blowing through the woods, bringing forth the resonance of metal and wood. "Take advantage of the chaos and kill our way in, break into the second layer!"

"May the Saint Master's Holy Spirit bless me, charge!"

The Night Guards and Armored Soldiers fighting with the Salvation Army behind the fortress walls heard the rumbling sounds.

At first, they thought it was thunder, but when they looked up, the sky was still full of clouds. Then they realized it was the Master Knights charging.

"The lords have come to support us!"

"Damn, the lords really think of us!"

"Hold on, hold on!"

The Knights charging at high speed seemed to be riding on thunderous sound, rushing madly in this direction, one hundred meters, fifty meters, twenty meters!

"Neigh!" Dozens of Knights charged at the forefront, leaping directly over the first fortress wall using the small slopes made by peasant corpses and piles of dirt.

The heavy iron hooves of the war horses smashed the skulls of two unlucky War Cultivators.

The hooves landed, and the horseshoes were stained with white marks.

Riding over the fortress wall, Harvin swung his sword overhead, beheading a Sapper who didn't escape in time, and shouted exuberantly, "Kill them all!"

Due to the relatively narrow interior of the fort, only about eighty of the most powerful Extraordinary Knights charged in.

Halfway around the first layer, Harvin didn't manage to kill many War Cultivators.

Most of the War Cultivators had voluntarily retreated to the second layer to preserve their strength.

Only a few companies remained behind, still struggling to advance to the second layer's slope.

"Hurry up, the Knights are coming!" Lauren shouted to the War Cultivators ahead.

In front of him were about a hundred Long Spearmen and Holy Gunmen covering the retreat, most of them slightly wounded, helping each other towards the checkpoint on the slope.

Harvin, having found no enemies, saw the checkpoint ahead wide open, and immediately charged towards this group of remnants.

The brisk wind blew across Harvin's chest, releasing the heat and disappointment that had weighed upon him for days.

"Kill!"

At the front, Harvin swung the longsword in his hand towards Lauren.

"Your Excellency, watch out!" The Personal Knight beside him suddenly reached out and pressed his back, and the two leaned down on the horse.

A lead bullet whistled over Harvin's head, while three Knights behind him clutched their chests and abdomens, painfully slumping on the saddle.

Only then did Harvin see that they had positioned Holy Gunmen on both sides and at the gun platforms on the second layer.

Attacking from the slope passage would mean taking hits from both the front and sides.

Mormul on the second layer, after a major mistake, finally adjusted the defense.

He commanded the repositioned Holy Gunmen to return to their original posts, starting to fire the Holy Wind at the Knights on the first layer.

However, by this time, the Knights had already charged into the first line of defense, with Peasants and Night Guards as shields, so they wouldn't suffer severe casualties as long as they were careful without a frontal assault.

As long as they could break through the uphill passage, the previous casualties would be acceptable.

Lying flat on the horse, Harvin was protected by the Personal Knight as they descended the slope.

But he wasn't discouraged. Waving his Knight's Sword, he ordered the Armored Soldiers and Night Guards, "Charge! Anyone who captures the flag or beheads the general will be rewarded with 30 gold pounds!"

"Come on, keep it up, I can outlast you all day." Watching the Peasants and Night Guards charge towards the slope in desperation, Harvin laughed heartily.

"Woo woo woo—"

But this laughter was interrupted by a sudden horn sound. Harvin looked up towards the castle, his eyes filled with confusion.

Blowing a bugle charge at this moment? Are they planning to counter-charge? That's underestimating us a bit too much.

Wait... that sound?

Harvin turned his head to look outside, and then he heard the dull sound of guns firing.

About a dozen Knights outside had blood bursting from their chests, falling to the ground.

The dreadful footsteps made the charging Knights slow down, all of them looking towards the direction of the sound.

This is...

Harvin felt his whole body freeze, standing up straight on his horse, exclaiming in disbelief.

"The Salvation Army? When did they arrive? When did they arrive!"

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