He and his veterans still fought desperately in the chaos, gathering the rebels under the general's banner and reorganizing them.

 “I found you!” Griffith stopped from the fight, his eyes were shining, and he shouted coldly, “Blow the bugle.”

Three loud bugles echoed on the battlefield. Part of the troops rushing down from the ferry stopped immediately and concentrated towards the west. Lana and Lasalle did not move. They continued to attack to contain Lance's attack.

attention.

 Griffith's army destroyed the rebels on the outskirts and surrounded the four crippled legion squadrons and part of the rebels.

While Lance was trying to restore his organization, he glanced at the military flag held high by Paxiu, ready to make a move.

At this time, Griffith and the Shutorals had already gathered together, watching Lance who was directing the battle in the depression.

 Griffith threw away his halberd, took the lance from Nona, and shouted to his comrades:

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 “Snipe the enemy general!”

 Nona, Raye, Kurala and Mira put on their shields and moved forward slowly. Their steps were steady and slow, adjusting their positions according to the movement of the battle line from time to time, as if they were standing still.

 Griffith, Murat, Gérard, and Millaud were hiding behind them, each holding a gleaming armor-piercing spear in their hands.

 The target is directly at Lance in the encirclement.

Lance was unaware of it. He had just easily repelled a challenge from Lana and Lasalle. He was riding on a horse, holding the general's flag high, and commanding the troops to form a phalanx. He was waiting, waiting for Fang Holland's army to appear.

To the west, or with follow-up troops, he could reoccupy Platchen Hill. As long as any supporting troops arrived, he would have the hope of reversing the situation.

The rebels have not yet been completely defeated. As long as Lance and his flag are there, the morale and courage of the rebels will gradually rise.

Suddenly, a sharp and murderous chill appeared in the air. The four armored soldiers holding shields suddenly squatted down. At this moment, four spears shot out quickly, almost grazing the helmets of Nona and the others.

And passed.

A series of silver flashes were like a rain of stars. Lance was surprised and blocked it with his sword.

“Puff, puff, puff!” After a series of weird whistling sounds, the blade trembled violently, followed by the sound of tearing metal and flesh.

 Lance's sword was broken by a throwing spear, and his arm was cut open by the broken spear. His chest and left lower abdomen were penetrated by three throwing spears, and even nailed into the horse's back.

Lance felt his strength and blood spurting out of his body. He subconsciously reached out and touched his wound, and collapsed with a loud bang.

The sharp roar that tore through the air interrupted the shouts on the battlefield. Whether it was the official army or the rebels in the fierce battle, almost everyone saw Lance being thrown into a sieve with a gun.

He was just frozen on the horse, and the spear had pierced his chest and waist, nailed into the horse's back, and was twisted and deformed among the flesh and blood.

 After a while, he suddenly fell to the ground with his flag and his mount.

 …

The faces of the rebel veterans were ashen, as if they had been shot through by a spear.

 The battlefield became quiet.

 Griffith glanced at the surrounded veterans, gritted his teeth, and shouted to the trumpeter beside him: "Blow the bugle four times."

 The four bugles are a special arrangement, specially made for this temporary mixed team.

 This is an order to bombard.

 Four consecutive bugles were sounded to start the bombardment, and four bugles were sounded again to stop the bombardment.

Senamon, who had no sense of participation in the entire battle, heard four bugles. According to the assigned tasks, he had to save ammunition and save the giant crossbow for the moment when it was most needed.

It's now.

Senamon glanced uneasily at the legionnaires who had gathered in a group and stood motionless like targets. His engineers and ballistae were about to finish the battle.

 “Loading a crossbow,

 “Three volleys!”

He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and issued the order to attack. The four crossbows that had already been adjusted in position lowered their firing angles, aiming at the veterans exposed in the firing range and firing.

 “Bang!”

With a roar that was even more terrifying than before, a crossbow shot through three veterans. Then came the second shot, the third shot...

The thick crossbow was fired at an astonishing speed, and the soldier who was hit was even torn into two pieces at the waist. The remaining force of the crossbow was then shot through the second man, but it was stuck into the ground unshakably.

Squeezed into the depression near the ferry by the city defense troops, the legionnaires who lost their command screamed and roared with dying rage. They left their positions, some of them rushed towards the ballistae along the muddy shore, and others scattered in all directions

, rushed towards the city defense army's position.

The rebels' last resistance collapsed less than two minutes after Reims was sniped.

 Part of the legionnaires attacked Senamon's position in chaos. However, they had no organization or coordination, and were eliminated by Lana and Lasalle in the blink of an eye.

Most of the rest were besieged by the main force commanded by Griffith and were forced back bit by bit into the Beit River.

 “Let them surrender.”

Griffith said with a cold face.

There was no point in continuing the battle, and even the artillery bombardment ended after only two rounds. The remaining hundreds of legion soldiers stood in the knee-deep water, holding up their shields and swords and resisting.

 “Surrender! Surrender quickly!” the city defenders shouted.

 “Come and lick my toes!” the legionnaires scolded him with incomprehensible words and refused to surrender.

“Mira,” Griffiths patted the dazed Miss Scitoral, “bring the archers over and use bows, arrows and slings to deal with them.”

"I don't," Mira bit her lip and whispered, "don't let me do this kind of thing, you or Lana can do it!"

 “I’m coming,” Nona said, taking the strong bow from her companion, “get out of my way, the longer we delay, the more people will die.”

The Shutorals retreated one after another. Nona, who was wearing armor and holding a bow, pushed aside the wall of city defense troops and came to the city defense troops crowded in the river. She threw away her helmet and shook her black hair that had been dyed red.

: "Surrender, soldiers."

“We won’t surrender, you stinky bitches who will kneel and lick you every night!” shouted a legionnaire.

“Bang!” As soon as the voice fell, Nona’s strong bow shot through the shield and penetrated the neck of the legionnaire who shouted.

"Surrender, soldiers." She shouted again in a cold voice, and then without waiting for a reply, she bent her bow and shot another person.

 “Surrender, soldiers.”

 Nona gave the order over and over again, and after each order, someone was shot at random. The cold words and the terrifying sound of the strings made everyone's liver and gallbladder split.

 Some legionnaires rushed forward and were immediately eliminated by Griffith and his men.
Chapter completed!