Chapter 339

Similar night raids continued for several days.

With Sulu pressing the array, when the knights who fought back basically had no return, the people in the North fell into great panic.

Because there is no solution!

How can a level 4 professional fight guerrillas and let the opposite guys who don't even have level 3 resist?

This is equivalent to adults bullying children. The nature is similar to that of IMON's previous conspiracy in the king's capital and the killing of Duke Liszt.

The plan is not brilliant, but it has enough strength to ensure its implementation, which forms a nightmare that the enemy has no choice but to struggle!

On a recent occasion, Sulu even directly lit the granary of people in the north, leaving the other party in a desperate situation.

At that time, Sulu thought that as long as the army with more than 1000 people could rush out of the city and cooperate a little, he might be able to complete the feat of breaking thousands with thousands!

Unfortunately, after a long battle, the elite in Rose castle has reached its limit.

As for ordinary militia? If you want to finish the night attack, you may be more likely not to get lost by yourself, so you can only give up bitterly.

Therefore, after much consideration, the Messiah and shacker gave up this tempting proposal.

Anyway, judging from the decline of the northern army at this time, it won't take long for them to retreat or collapse.

At that time, chasing at the end of the day can also achieve great results.

……

In the coach's tent.

Archduke flack looked more and more old.

"Here comes Sulu portley!"

"He killed several more honorable nobles."

"We can't do this. We have to leave..."

A lot of discussion gathered and eventually turned into fear.

"Has it reached the point of...?"

He waved his hand powerlessly and asked the people to step back. With a sigh, he rubbed his temples: "even death can't make me give in!"

"What a respectable faith, my Lord!"

A man in a linen robe with a public face came out of the shadow.

"Who are you?"

Archduke Frank became vigilant and held the hilt of the sword.

"Nobody! Someone just brought a proposal... Duke, do you want revenge on Sulu portley?" The grey robed man asked without expression.

"Who is behind you?"

Archduke Frank remained vigilant.

"None of this matters. What matters is that your death will add a heavy weight to revenge... Increase the bad luck of the other party's death..."

The grey man continued.

"My death... You said I would die here?"

Duke Frank's face sank and he was silent for a long time before he asked, "what's your plan?"

"If you want to destroy people, you must first make them crazy!"

The grey robed man said in a indifferent voice, "this is the beginning of a curse ceremony... It will slowly brew and eventually bring the end of madness and death to your enemies. The first sacrifice is your life!"

"Let me curse the enemy with my own life?"

Frank sneered: "do you think I'll agree?"

"It's your 'dying life'. You and I know that Sulu portley won't give you another chance to go back to the North... The west is doomed to your death."

The grey robed man slowly retreated into the darkness: "someone quit... The deal has been valid."

When Frank looked again, he found that the other party's body had melted into a shadow and disappeared. He clenched his fist: "damn wizard!"

Because of the existence of extraordinary power, it is a great obstacle to the centralization of power for the monarch. Even if he himself has carried out Knight training, he is still quite hostile to the disobedient extraordinary individual.

Of course, the knight class basically concentrated this hostility on the wizards, but did not take into account that their own existence is also an important factor in obstructing the centralization of power!

……

A few days later, on the battlefield.

Nearly 20000 people fought together.

Wearing heavy armor, Sulu led a group of knights as the pioneer.

With his physical quality at this time, even if he added a hundred kilograms of heavy armor, he still felt like wearing a thick dress. He was holding a three meter long gun. When he waved it, some Knights died constantly.

Behind their "sharp knife", there are about 3000 soldiers, which is the limit that rose castle can come up with at present.

But at this time, although there were about 10000 enemies, they experienced many night attacks, greatly reduced their morale and cut off their food channels. Even collecting on site was impossible because they had done too much before.

On the premise of taking full advantage, it will certainly usher in a happy victory.

Thousands of people scattered the army of tens of thousands of people and chased them like ducks. The fallen flags fell to the ground, and there were screams and wails everywhere.

Basically, after entering the pursuit war, it is difficult to reverse the war situation and enter the time of garbage cleaning up.

Sulu rode his horse and carried out fixed-point clearance.

As long as it is a formal knight or above, or a wizard, it is impossible to survive in his eyes.

"This great victory must be won by the Duke of the north before it can be considered perfect."

This man is a waste and abides by rigid rules, and Sulu gave him so long that he didn't attract several powerful extraordinary people.

Although according to the unspoken rules among nobles, even in war, such a large amount of "enemy leaders" are best captured, Sulu doesn't care about them at all.

Schacker strongly demanded that the prisoner be captured with enough weight to surrender the north without blood, but the Messiah didn't seem to want to let go of the "culprit" who killed her mother.

"Archduke Frank's flag... Is there."

Sulu saw a cavalry team, his eyes lit up and ran after it.

"Protect the Archduke!"

Although he was alone, the knight opposite still roared with grief and anger, leaving a team of people to stop him.

"Get out of here!"

Sulu brandished his long gun wantonly, killed the cavalry attendants one by one, jumped off his horse for a few flashes, and chased them to a forest.

Even if it has been defeated, the people in the north are still very loyal and surrounded by Archduke Frank.

The Archduke took off his helmet and was stained with some blood. He was sitting on a stump, quietly waiting for his fate.

"Meet again, Archduke!"

Sulu's figure appeared and saluted on his chest.

He raised his hand and several blood flowers flew. The guard was smashed out.

"Sulu portley... When I was in the north, I hated that I didn't execute you directly!"

Duke Frank stood up and stared at Sulu with wolf like eyes.

"Even then, you can't kill me."

Sulu shrugged his shoulders. "Are you going to surrender?"

"The running wolf will never surrender!"

Duke Frank thought of the emergency meeting just now and looked at Sulu: "in the name of Frank mitis, I curse you! Crazy butcher..."

Poof!

After giving out a venomous curse, he touched a black broken sword and gave it a hard stroke to his neck.

Blood spatter!