Chapter 506： Castle

The sun gradually rises from the east, almost welcoming the morning light with the new industrial city of Ailan Hill, is the easternmost port of the Southern Kingdom, Shakburn.

This port city has tall walls and countless garrisons. It is a famous fortress in the southern kingdom.

It's just that because of the war, this place is slightly depressed. After being looted twice by the Ailan Hill fleet, a larger fort was built here and more soldiers were deployed.

The demons are busy occupying places that are easy to invade, and have not concentrated their troops to attack here, so the people here are gathering more and more, and the streets are crowded with unclothed refugees who have come in for refuge.

On the city wall, brightly armored troops stood behind the crenels, and the flag of the southern kingdom fluttered in the wind.

Compared with the surrounding land that has been eroded by the devil, this place can be said to be like a paradise.

However, as the commander of the city guard and the few remaining nobles in the southern kingdom, Earl Roysaac of Shakburn knew clearly that the current situation could not be maintained for a long time.

After the devil has eaten all the edible and easy-to-eat people, he will still focus on this once prosperous but now crowded city.

So he sent a ship northward, hoping to contact Alan Hill, hoping to ask for help from his former enemies, and let Alan Hill's fleet rescue these refugees.

At the same time, he also sent his help-seeking messengers to other places, but there were demons everywhere along the way. It is unclear how many of these messengers who travel by land can reach their destination.

With wrinkled hands, rubbing the cold and hard stone walls of the city wall, the old Count Roysaac's face was solemn. He didn't know that he could still stay here for a few days, because the population was too large, and his current food reserves had dropped to a very dangerous amount.

According to calculations, even if they only eat one meal a day, the food in the city will only be enough for everyone to eat for less than 20 days, but the city guards cannot eat only one meal a day because they have to fight to ensure their physical strength.

"I knew this before, why bother in the first place? I have reminded your majesty on the path of taking refuge in the devil, but..." The old count shook his head slightly, muttered softly, and looked into the distance worriedly.

Because of his old age, he could no longer see the distant scenery, but he could still see the rising wolves, as well as the dark clouds and lightning that covered the roof farther away.

"There is a situation!" An officer beside him, holding the hilt of the long sword, pointed at the bottom of the city wall and shouted to his chief: "The horse is back!"

The gate of the small city dedicated to recovering horses was opened. In order to resist more and more refugees and demon forces that may appear at any time, the gate of the city has been completely blocked.

The heavy gate was pushed open from the inside, and a war horse rushed into the city. The person riding on it turned over and got off the horse, panting, and climbed the steep stairs around him to the top of the city.

"My lord! My lord! Suna, who is not far from us... was attacked by a demon! Before I got there, I saw the fire and smoke." The scout knelt on one knee to the slightly hunched old man. Earl Roysaac reports.

"Are you alone?" Count Roysaac asked nervously, "Where are the others?"

"We were dispersed by a demon dog. I don't know where the rest are." The spy seemed to recall something terrible, his voice trembling slightly: "The devil is terrible, terrible. "

"Okay, you go down and rest!" Roysaac waved his hand, indicating that the scout can go down.

Then he looked outside the city. The refugees who had gathered, were not accepted, and were unwilling to leave, didn't know how to choose.

Let these refugees flood into the city, his food may not last for ten days. But if they were not allowed to enter the city, the demon troops that followed would have to slaughter these unarmed people clean.

"General! What we want is young and strong, soldiers who can fight... Those old people outside the city and women, they can only..." Seeing Roysaac's hesitation, the officer under his command spoke to each other: "At this time Kindness will let people in the city die along with them."

"I'm just thinking, even if we abandon these people, there is no way to support ten days." Roysaac smiled bitterly: "No one knows that we are still insisting, no one will save us, no one cares about our life and death. ..."

His words are frustrating, and now their southern kingdom is still nominally an accomplice of the devil. Even if they knew they were still alive, there were very few people willing to risk saving them.

In fact, they are now hated to the bone. Many people hate the traitors who have been with demons. It happens that the Southern Kingdom is one of these sinners who have betrayed mankind.

"We don't rely on anyone, we rely on ourselves!" The officer standing next to Earl Roysaac gritted his teeth and squeezed such a sentence from his teeth.

This is just his stiff mouth. In fact, even he himself knows it very well. Not to mention the fierce and irresistible combat power of the devil, just the food stored in the city is not enough to support their long-term persistence.

Hundreds of thousands of people need to eat! This is hundreds of thousands of mouths! Once there is a famine in the city, order will collapse and chaos, let alone fighting, it will be difficult to maintain a basic life.

In the distant forest, a flying bird suddenly started to startle, and some beasts began to rush out of the bushes beside the forest in a panic.

The refugees outside the city got out of the simple fence and tent, stood up and frowned and looked at the eerie forest, wondering what happened inside.

After a few seconds, some small trees began to shake, and everyone knew that something was approaching.

The thin men grabbed hoes or farm tools around them, and some even carried some homemade weapons such as guns.

It's just that these peasant beggars who have not received professional training will not form tactics to meet the enemy at all. The guard is only spontaneous, and there is no organization and no discipline at all.

After all, those who have fought, have a strong body, and have a little ability, have all been put into the city and incorporated into the city guards.

The rest, except for a few young people who are unwilling to leave their families and give up entering the city, most of them are old, weak, sick, and disabled, and there is nothing to say about combat effectiveness.

"Wh, what's coming?" A boy with a **** nervously asked his father beside him. His father stared at the swaying trees, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and replied intently: "Demon...children, those are demon!"

Following his answer, the first demon dog rushed out of the woods and pounced on the human beings close at hand. The hideous blood bowl and the disgusting eyes suddenly collapsed the dense population of human refugees.

The devil dog leaped forward violently, ignoring the farm tools in the target's hand, and threw down an old man who had been scared to death, and began to bite.

Blood spattered suddenly, and the old man just cried for help and made no more sound. The neighborhood was quiet for a few seconds, leaving only the click of bones being chopped by teeth, which made people frightened.

"Ah!" A woman's scream instantly awakened all the stunned people. The men and women in the front row began to retreat, and the people behind did not know what had happened and then retreated. Comparing the area covered by refugees under the city to a ball, a huge depression soon appeared in the place where the devil dog appeared.

"Oh my God! The devil! The devil is coming!" For a while, the chaos spread among the crowd, and there were many more people who pushed each other, fell and trampled on them than the devil killed.

At this time, the second demon dog jumped out of the bushes, and suddenly bit the shoulder of a refugee who had no time to escape, pressing the opponent on the ground and constantly twisting his neck.

A whole piece of flesh and blood, even the bones were torn off by it, and the bitten refugee was lying on the ground, his broken body still writhing.

"Run! Son! Run towards the wall!" After grabbing his son's hand, the farmer ran back desperately. He pushed away a thin old man in front of him, not looking back at everything that happened behind him.

The child who had been frightened by the cannibalism a long time ago was grabbed by his father's arm, and staggered towards the crowd. He was swayed back and forth by the running side, and he couldn't take care of it. Caring about what happens behind you.

Count Roysaac standing on the head of the city, and the city guards who were stationed behind the fortress, could see clearly at this moment.

They watched the devil dog rush out of the woods, and watched the crowd boil and collapse. More and more devil dogs rushed into the empty space occupied by refugees, and more and more people were torn apart by devil dogs.

Now, Roysaac knew why the 200,000 elite troops on the border of the Southern Kingdom were defeated in one day.

At this moment, he also knew why the cavalry of the kingdom and the imperial forbidden army were completely wiped out without even a struggle.

Those demons are not humans at all, and their fighting power is definitely not something humans can contend with. Thinking of this, he vaguely felt that something seemed wrong. If these demons are not something humans can contend with, then what is it that drove the demons to Ailan Hill in the Southern Kingdom?

Just when he thought of Ailan Hill, there were more and more devil dogs outside the city. They wolves into the flock, chasing away refugees who have long been in a mess, and slaughtering hundreds of thousands of people who only know how to cry.

There were screams everywhere, blood everywhere, stumps and broken arms everywhere, corpses everywhere. Finally, a city guard soldier standing on the head of the city couldn't help it, and vomited.