Chapter 66, the only Chance of Winning

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Valdemar looked surprised. He subconsciously reached out to touch the long sword at his waist, but only then remembered that the long sword had been handed over to the guards before entering the door. The kingdom knight immediately rushed to Albert, wanting to take it He is a hostage.

The result made him desperate. In his impression, his swordsmanship was mediocre. Albert, who rarely went to the battlefield, dodged with an extremely fast reaction speed, and then slashed on Valdemar's thigh with a sword. The leg of the knight of the kingdom was injured and fell down. The ground was then firmly pressed to the ground by two guards.

"How... how did you find out?" Valdemar knew that the situation was over. He was pressed to the floor by two guards, and then more guards rushed in, tied him up, and then used the halberd to hold his body neck.

"Obviously, my knight betrayed me." Albert's face was flushed, and the swollen veins on his head made the earl in his forties look very hideous: "He has dedicated the people of this city to The barbarians of the north, as the bloody sacrifices of the barbarians, am I right?"

The guards looked at the kingdom knight in disbelief, and the captain of the guard, Emil, walked up to Albert and whispered, "Count?"

"This traitor is in harmony with the barbarians! He has surrendered to the barbarian army outside the city. He dedicated my city and my people to Bireg, and he, as a knight of the kingdom of Mijodenhaven, will become the city The only noble among them who resisted to the end, he persisted until the arrival of the imperial reinforcements, so the king must reward him." Albert walked to Valdemar's side and whispered in his ear: "The best The result is that the great Bamboo Knight Valdemar, the hero of Miljordenhaven, will take over the title of the late Count Albert Baker as the new lord of the city, am I right? If I You guessed right, your people are already arranged on that passenger ship, right?"

Valdemar's face turned green and pale, and the knight of the kingdom simply remained silent.

"Don't you talk? Emil?" Albert gave his captain of the guard a look, and the captain of the guard with a scar on his face rushed forward and punched Valdemar's beautiful face, making him beautiful His face was ripped apart.

"You don't know me from the beginning to the end, my knight!" Albert Baker put the long sword back into the scabbard, and said in a hateful voice: "You think I can't see that all of this is your handwriting? The whole city Up and down, there are no more than ten people who know the gunpowder storage point at the East City Gate, and you are in charge of the defense of the East City Gate, only you! You can find the loopholes in the patrol and send someone to detonate the gunpowder!"

"And you came too fast, this is too abnormal, I understand you, you are absolutely impossible to be on duty at this time, you should sleep with a prostitute (harmony) in a bar opened by a halfling!" Albert kicked Kicking Valdemar in the face, the kingdom knight had two nosebleeds.

"So what?" The count was answered by a crazy voice: "Albert, do you think you can hold this city? Just relying on the dilapidated city gate? Just relying on the mob you recruited temporarily? "

"Wake up! You stupid ass! Everyone will die! The whole city will be reduced to ashes under the axes and torches of the barbarians!" Valdemar yelled frantically: "The more you resist, the more you die. It will be worse, the doomsday will come, everything will be destroyed, and the only way to survive is to know how to bow and obey! I am thinking of the people of this city! Bireg promised me that if I surrender, he will only kill these people Half of the people in this town! Just kill half of them! How many people can I save? This is the right choice, you don't understand!"

"...you are really crazy." Albert didn't bother to argue with this person, he signaled his guard captain to drag Valdemar out: "Starting today, Kingdom Knight Valdemar will be removed from this world, you Your family history will be erased, your family will be reduced to slavery, and you... will be left dead in the wild,

Never rest in peace! "

"No! You can't do this to me! No! I have done merit for Nord! I have shed blood for the old earl! I want to see His Majesty the King! I want to see His Majesty the King!!!" Valdemar was dragged out by the guards , The captain of the guard, Emil, stepped forward and asked, "Count, what should we do with this traitor?"

"Behead, execute immediately!"

"Yes!" The captain of the guard left in a hurry.

Albert turned around and took a deep breath, then turned his gaze to the whole set of plate armor placed in his room, and murmured to himself sadly: "So, the war is coming after all."

"Valdemar has never figured out how I inherited the hereditary Earl." Looking at the armor passed down from his ancestors, Albert said with his head down, as if he was speaking to himself, but also as if saying Listen to the portrait in the bedroom.

The portrait bears the name of his ancestor: "Old Stubborn" Baker I, Earl of Miljordenhaven.

"In the great holy war one hundred and fifty years ago, the evil army overwhelmed the land, the Nordland elector, Stadt VIII, the king of the north, chose to bow his knees and bow to the second Eternal Chosen of Chaos, 'Anointed' Isaac Vaal surrendered. At that time, almost the whole of Nord fell, and only three counts remained who refused to surrender. They fought to the last moment. In the end, under the wise leadership of His Majesty Ludwig, Chaos was repelled."

"In order to reward these three earls and their descendants who fought to the last moment, even though the Nord Kingdom replaced the Nord Elector Marquis, the titles of these three earls have not been replaced by the Nord Lordship, Ludwig His Majesty canonized our three earls with the highest honor of hereditary succession!"

"This territory was bought by the ancestors with their blood and lives! If I choose to surrender, what face do I have to meet the ancestors buried in the Moore Cemetery???!!!"

The captain of the guard quickly came in with an iron pan, in which Valdemar's head was covered with a red cloth: "Count!"

The Count closed his eyes.

"Now, the only thing left is a bloody battle to the end!"

"However, Valdemar's suggestion is not without merit. Emil, send my family to the passenger ship. If something happens to me, please ensure their safety!"

"yes!"

The next afternoon, when Ryan led the Nord army back to Mjordenhaven, what he saw was the collapsed city gate, the severely damaged moat, and the desperate and panicked civilians.

The joy of successfully intercepting the barbarians has also disappeared.

As soon as the army entered the city gate, Ryan and the others were stopped by the guards sent by the lord: "Mr. Ryan! Mr. Nikolay! Your Excellency Earl has an urgent military situation!"

Twenty minutes later, Albert's Earl's Castle.

Albert was fully armed, and the three-leaf family crest was shining. His guards stood in two rows in the large room. Seeing Ryan and Nikolai entering the room, the earl, who was in his forties, nodded: "How is the battle going?"

"We have successfully blown up the Aarhus Bridge, which should at least be able to delay Bireg's troops until dark." Ryan and Nikolai hurriedly approached, and they learned about Wald from Albert's mouth. Ma's matter: "Then if Bireg moves the fastest, he will arrive at Karzenhaven at noon tomorrow."

"My scout told me that the imperial reinforcements will arrive at noon the day after tomorrow at the earliest." Albert nodded, and then the count turned to look at his kingdom knight.

It was Nikolai who was hit the hardest by this incident. He really couldn't believe that Valdemar, who was also a knight, would actually do such a thing.

"Sell out the people! Sell out the country! Sell out our compatriots! God, what did Valdemar do? Is he sick?" Nikolai was very sad, he had no scruples about his superior standing on his side In front of him, the Walnut Knight sat down at a random place, brushing his face with his hand: "I...I really... don't know what to say."

At the end of the sentence, Nicolai's voice choked up.

"Now is not the time for you to be sad, my friend. Our top priority is to decide what to do next? Go out to fight in the city? Or stick to it and fight in the streets? Tell me, White Wolf Knight, if it were you, what would you do? Pain flashed across Albert's face, and the earl walked to his long table and took out a bottle of wine: "Gentlemen, would you like a glass? This is Winford's fine wine 'Lusalus', I'm worried that if I don't drink it now, I won't have the chance to drink it later."

"Of course! It's always good to have a drink." Ryan closed his eyes helplessly, and the White Wolf Knight understood what the fairy in the lake predicted.

He and Bireg finally had a fight.

He used to think that his plan was fine, but reality gave him a slap in the face, and now he is in a dilemma, which can be described as a true portrayal of the White Wolf Knight.

"No, I don't need it." Nikolay still couldn't get over the blow of betrayal from his colleague and friend, he leaned on the armchair dejectedly: "Give me a few minutes to be quiet, okay?"

"Then let's start first!" Albert shrugged. The blond earl's eye circles were slightly darkened, but he was in good spirits. He took out two tall glasses from his cabinet and put the wine corks unplug.

The sweet wine is different from the normal Winford wine, its grape fruit aroma is very weak, replaced by a strange sweet aroma.

Ryan took the wine glass from Albert's hand, lifted it up and shook it at the tip of his nose: "rich, plump, long-lasting, delicate and soft, let me think about it, honey, preserved apricot, lemon...and peach ?”

"I didn't expect 'Sledgehammer' Ryan is also a person who knows how to drink? I thought you, like your father Norman, like Kislev spirits the most, and you can't finish drinking it. You must put your face Drink it like a monkey's ass, and then fall to the ground like a brown bear before it stops." Seeing Ryan's knowledge, Albert suddenly smiled.

So at this moment when the soldiers were approaching the city, the White Wolf Knight and the Lord Earl each stood on the balcony of the room with a glass of sweet wine, overlooking the entire city.

Under the reflection of the white snow, the largest and most prosperous port city in Nord did not cause chaos due to the war and the influx of refugees. Under the earl's quick response and command, the remaining defenders quickly controlled the situation. The Church of Justice The paladins and priests of the Church of Life also mobilized together, and the situation was quickly brought under control.

However, the psychology of fear could not dissipate among them, and groups of people lay down in the open air on the street. In particular, a large number of civilians and refugees near the East City Gate migrated into the city, crowded with people, and many people were silted under the castle of the Earl in the city. It seemed that the last fortress in the city could give them a sense of security.

The earl's balcony was specially designed so that the people below could not see the above.

"Winford... is really a rich place. The wine there is famous all over the country, and the scenery there is said to be able to eclipse even heaven." Savoring the wine in his mouth, Ryan could feel the sweet aroma permeating his throat and windpipe.

"But I still love my land and my people." The earl raised his glass with his hand and motioned Ryan to look at his city: "In my eyes, there is no place more beautiful than Mijoden Haven, you see, Those houses, that park, were all built after I inherited the location."

"I carefully adjust the city's tax rates. I hope that any lad who wants to do a good job can get enough opportunities in my city. I hope that my marina can prosper like Marienburg."

"My tribute to you, Your Excellency the Earl." Ryan raised his glass: "Let us toast to the prosperity of Mijoden Haven."

"Hahaha~ Cheers!" Albert laughed, the glasses collided, hops splashed, and then the Earl and the White Wolf Knight drank the wine in the glasses.

For the people of the Celestial Dynasty, it may be difficult for them to understand that the nobles in the Middle Ages attached great importance to defending their territories and people. Many nobles would fight to the death to defend their territories without any benefit. There will be the idea of ​​withdrawing first if you can't beat it, leaving the green hills there, and not afraid of running out of firewood.

But the nobles in this world are like this. Territory is their foundation and a symbol of their glory and status. Giving up their territory is equivalent to giving up everything. Not only will they lose their reputation, they will also lose their titles and king's dignity Support, money always runs out and they end absolutely tragically.

Look at the nobles in the old empire who gave up their territory and fled because of the invasion of chaos. Even the serfs can insult and laugh at them at will.

After drinking, Albert set his sights on his own city, and laughed loudly: "It's a pity that this scene may never be seen again, my city will be reduced to ashes, and my citizens will die Under the butcher's knife of the barbarians, and I will shed the last drop of blood, tell me White Wolf Knight, will you follow me to fight to the death for this city? Just for that chance of survival?"

Lane didn't answer.

The White Wolf Knight deeply understands that if he agrees, it means that he must stay and fight the barbarians. As a member of the Knights of the Kingdom and the White Wolf Knights, Ryan has the right to refuse this invitation because he is not such A vassal of Earl Albert.

The vassals of my vassals are not my vassals. The war here has nothing to do with Ryan. He has reason to refuse to fight and leave by boat.

But...there are only two legendary powerhouses in this city, he and Teresa. If he chooses to leave, the sorceress has no reason to stay here.

If there is no legendary strongman against Bireg, it is only a matter of time before the fall of the city. Ryan is too aware of the role of a legendary strongman in the war. The defenders of Mijodenhaven are at a disadvantage in numbers. After losing the protection of the city wall, defeat is their only ending.

Then, the whole city will be reduced to ashes, and the barbarians will completely destroy the bright pearl of Nord's west coast before the arrival of the imperial army, and then retreat. People will never come back.

He thought of the prophecy of the fairy of the lake: you and Bereg will have a battle, and at that time, you will know what is the true virtue of a knight.

True...virtue?

Seeing that Ryan was silent, disappointment flashed in Albert's eyes, and he didn't force it: "It's okay, I can arrange a boat to take you away from Mijodenhaven..."

"Go out of the city and meet the enemy head-on."

"what?"

"I said to gather all the troops and meet the enemy at the gate of the city." Ryan's gaze became more and more determined, and there seemed to be something missing from him, and something seemed to be added: "Only the champion confrontation can save this city. recover from this defeat."

In the void, hearing Ryan's suggestion, a beautiful figure nodded approvingly, and the dazzling blond hair shone with a moving luster.