Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Blood and fire collided, and the two armies began a brutal battle around the twelve half-slopes.

Weilin watched all this, and systematically replenished troops to the north end of the city wall to maintain the control of the 135th Legion over the north end of the city wall.

Marquis Darrag looked at the stalemate of the battle for the city wall and ordered the second batch of troops to be deployed.

Ten thousand dwarf troops followed the direction of the flag and charged towards the Black Forest Fortress.

"Haider, you also go to help."

Darrag looked at the old dwarf with a steady breath beside him and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Lord."

The old dwarf Haider grabbed his hammer and went straight to the Black Forest Fortress.

"Miss Shirley, this dwarf is..."

Before Garcia finished speaking, Shirley put on her knight's helmet, took the knight's lance, and drove her two-winged flying dragon towards the city wall.

A human and a dwarf looked at each other, silently came to an altitude of 300 meters, and began to fight each other.

Marquis Darragh looked at this scene and narrowed his eyes: "Feisal, you go too."

"Yes, sir."

A dwarf warrior with some red scales on his face answered loudly and headed for the front line.

"Leave it to me this time." Golina said excitedly, and before waiting for her two companions to agree, she took her staff and flew out first.

"Weak human woman, full of a disgusting smell." The dwarf warrior Faisal looked at this ordinary human with disgust.

"Weak or not, you will know if you try it."

Golina looked at every part of the dwarf warrior Faisal's body unscrupulously, thinking about where to start peeling the scales.

Seeing that the people he sent out were stopped, Marquis Darragh did not continue to show his cards. He didn't know how many soul-level masters the commander of the Black Forest Fortress still had.

If he had played all the cards in his hand and the other party still had a trump card, it would be a devastating blow.

On the wall of Black Forest Fortress, Weilin and Darragh were thinking the same thing.

He didn't know how many soul-level warriors there were in this dwarf army, so he didn't dare to show his cards rashly.

Then, the eyes of both sides returned to the battle for the wall.

Gradually, the sky darkened, the dwarves stopped fighting, and the first siege ended.

Golina fell from the sky. Her wizard robe was torn, but her private parts were well protected. She was holding eight red scales and grinning.

Shirley Akers rode the flying dragon and landed on the wall. Looking at the grinning Golina, she ignored her and jumped off the flying dragon. With brute force, she destroyed the twelve half-slopes one by one, and then returned to her room to rest without looking back.

The north wall of Black Forest Fortress was stained red with blood, losing its previous grayish white color.

The corpses of dwarves and humans were intertwined and entangled with each other, forming a horrifying picture.

Broken armor, broken swords, and deformed hammers tell of the cruelty of this battle, and every scar shows the fragility of life.

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"Feisal, your injury is okay, right?" Darrag looked at his capable subordinate with blood all over his body and went forward to greet him.

"My lord, I'm fine. I just underestimated that female human. Who would have thought that she, a mage, not only carries the blood of a silver dragon, but also likes close combat." Feisal sat on the ground with a bitter look on his face.

"Haider, how about the human knight you fought with?"

"It's very difficult."

After some thought, Haider gave a fair evaluation.

"It seems that this road is not so good." Marquis Darrag heard this, feeling a little helpless.

You have to pick the soft persimmon, but unfortunately the idea is beautiful and the reality is cruel.

Hearing this, the other dwarf generals and nobles all lowered their heads, admiring their big beards, and dared not express their opinions.

Late at night, Weilin sat on the battlements of the north wall, waiting for the casualty report to come out.

Kyle came to the city wall with a casualty report.

"Sit down."

Weilin took the report, patted the clean place next to him, and asked him to sit down and rest for a while.

Opening the report, the casualty figures came into view, more than 5,800 people were killed in the battle, more than 600 people were missing, more than 3,500 people were injured, and more than 500 of them were seriously injured and could not continue to participate in the battle.

In this casualty report, more than 100 noble sons were killed in the battle, three people with the title of baron were killed, and a viscount lost a leg and could not continue to lead his troops.

As for the dwarf losses, there is only a rough number, more than 4,000 bodies, as for how many dwarves were beaten into minced meat and how many dwarves were injured, it is impossible to count.

"How many casualties did the Qixing Camp suffer?"

Kyle looked up at the night sky and reported: "Four hundred and thirty-three people died in battle, two hundred and fifty-four were injured, and eighty-six of them could no longer stay in the army. Including the two hundred and thirty-one people who died in the battle of Ayshikou, so far, the Qixing Camp has lost six hundred and sixty-four people, reaching one eighth."

"After the training of war, I believe that the Qixing Camp can forge a unique spirit of its own." Hearing the casualty figures, Weilin felt a little sad, but did not show it.

"My Lord, this dwarf army is the most elite dwarf army we have encountered since entering the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom. Our defense time depends entirely on the speed at which the hundreds of thousands of dwarfs are eaten up." Kyle looked at the sky and expressed his guess.

"You are right." Weilin looked at the night sky and replied, "At the end of the headquarters' grand strategy, that period is the most difficult. We not only have to face the dwarf army to the north, but also to the south. Possible mourning."

"Do we need to make arrangements in advance?" Kyle turned to look at Verin and asked in a deep voice.

After hearing this, Weilin shook his head and said: "With insufficient troops, it will be difficult to defend the city. And I believe there will be a way to deal with it. Don't forget my identity."

Kyle thought about it in a blink of an eye, and it was indeed the case. There was someone above his master, the Earl of Hurricane, who could not let his great-nephew fall into such a desperate situation.

For the next half month, both parties lived in peace.

Since Verin had sent people to collect resources near Black Forest Fortress in advance, in order to rebuild stronger siege equipment, Marquis Darragh had to send troops to collect resources in more remote places.

During this period of time, the dwarf military camp was not idle either. Elite soldiers were mobilized to fight for the city wall and conduct special training.

In the Black Forest Fortress, Weilin was not idle either. He asked people to repair the damaged walls, mend the damaged armor, remade iron tools such as broken swords, and forged the long spears needed for the three-bow crossbow.

On May 10, an order was issued directly from the Sixth Headquarters to the 135th Army Corps, allowing Weilin to see the end of his time defending the city.

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