Glory Riding and Cutting

The Sidon Fortress was in chaos at this time. Soldiers who used to be comrades-in-arms fought with each other. The Hebrew cronies barely relied on the fortifications of the castle to withstand the impact of the rebels. After they assembled a large number of archers, the situation has become difficult to maintain.

The door was pushed open with a bang, and a blood-soaked knight rushed into the hall where Hebrew was holding a long sword. Then he took off the blood-stained helmet and said loudly to Hebrew:

"My lord! I can't resist anymore, lead us to break through!"

"No, there is no need for that. Today is destined to be my doomsday. It is the greatest kindness to me to die before the destruction of Gaoling! You and I have not been short, you know what to do, brothers You don't have to perish with me, they are still young, take care of them for me!"

Hebrew stood up with a bitter face and said, in fact, he already knew that this rebellion was inevitable. From the day he refused to surrender to Ronan, it was all doomed!

After finishing speaking, Hebrew suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist and wiped his neck fiercely, killing himself, blood spattered, Hebrew's body slowly fell backwards, the knight saw the shock in front of him, He was a little speechless for a while, but in the end he endured his grief and walked to Hebrew's body. He already understood what Hebrew meant.

"Hebrew is dead, there is no need for you to fight anymore!"

The knight went outside with Hebrew's head and roared loudly. Seeing Hebrew's head, both sides stopped. The knight threw Hebrew's head at the officer who led the rebellion. the arms said:

"Take your glory and wealth and go! You can go with him if you want to, and you can do whatever you want. No one can restrain you anymore. Go home!"

After finishing speaking, the knight pushed away the soldiers blocking the way in front of him, and walked into the distance with a lonely expression on his face.

"My lord! Sidon Fortress mutinied! Hebrew was killed, and most of the soldiers in the city fled. Only a few people came to us with the heads of Hebrew and Leonard's old troops to seek rewards!" Ronan was eating Cowen He suddenly received a message from Bernhard when he was about to prepare the fried chicken set meal carefully prepared for him.

"That's right, it's a pity, I'll leave this matter to you to decide, see what they want, if it's not too much, I can satisfy it!"

Ronan put down the chicken leg in his hand and replied, after being besieged for so long, those people in Sidon Fortress finally couldn't bear it anymore, Hebrew could no longer control their desire to survive, his death is the best It proves that in this way, Ronan has more troops to use, and the biggest hidden danger remaining inside has also been solved.

"Send some of the troops stationed near Sidon Fortress to Aldridge, and let them come here with the next supply support!"

Ronan picked up another chicken wing and gnawed it up and said.

"Okay, I'll do it now."

After finishing the communication with Bernhard, Ronan continued to deal with the fried chicken in front of him.

In the next few days, Ronan's troops dispersed into several parts and began to occupy the territories owned by the five lords. There were basically some residual forces in each territory, but it didn't matter, except for those of the five lords. Some of the soldiers led by their children and relatives were still outside the resistance, and the rest of the basic army surrendered as soon as they showed up. The trouble is just receiving work.

Ahalu is very knowledgeable about current affairs. He has already known Ronan's terror and strength. Now he only hopes to play some role as much as possible to fight for the chance of survival. He is only in his fifties and his body is still strong. Now Don't want to die yet.

On the other side, Jackson has detected the traces of Leon's troops. Although most of the nobles are no longer supporting him, he still has a certain strength after taking away the defenders in Jianmen Castle. A small part of the troops of the noble lords supporting him can barely be regarded as capable of fighting, of course referring to Ronan's previous military strength.

Leon never imagined that Ronan's troop strength had more than doubled in such a short period of time, and his understanding of Ronan was still in the previous impression, thinking that even if Ronan was strong, he would not be so strong. If the current strength is well operated, there is still a chance to turn defeat into victory.

But it is a pity that the improvement of Ronan's strength is like a rocket, which is beyond the understanding of people in this world with ordinary cognition. The current Leon may only be able to gather all the power of the east. Chance and Ronan just waved their wrists.

While Ronan's troops were conquering those territories, Mayweather, who was far north of Gaoling, was holding a brief meeting in the army camp.

Unexpectedly, "Northern Shield" is not a strong man of five big and three thick, but a little old man with an ordinary face, a little short, and a very thin body. Mayweather, who is fifty-three years old this year, looks like a He is about ten years older than his actual age, and he has no temperament. It is unlikely that he is a person who controls a principality while walking on the road.

"My lord, the sand tribes have agreed to sign an agreement with us. Their leader is on his way here. He asks you to come here and talk to him!"

A middle-aged man in a long robe walked in and said to Mayweather, who was looking at the map and listening to the reports of the officers around him, while pointing to a location on the map.

"He is cautious! Well, I know, tell the guards to prepare the horses, and we will go now!"

"My lord!" The robed man nodded in response and left to prepare. Mayweather waved to the other officers in the tent, and then said:

"wait me back!"

After speaking, Mayweather left the tent with the tall knight behind him.

Two hours later, Mayweather arrived at the designated location. Behind him were hundreds of heavily armed cavalry. There was already a group of people waiting on the opposite side. They were wearing robes, simple leather armor, and turbans. Riding camels and desert horses on their crotches, they are obviously people from the sand tribes.

The leader was the only red-faced man in decent scale armor and an iron helmet. When he saw Mayweather's arrival, he rode his horse and ran forward for more than a hundred meters, and arrived at the center of the two teams. position, followed by ten riders.

Mayweather also rode forward and ran to a position about ten meters away from the leader of the sand tribe, with only five cavalry behind him.

"Chief Yasumanda, why don't we sit down and have a good talk?"

Mayweather spoke first, and the big red-faced man named Yasumanda nodded slightly in agreement.