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Ron did not personally participate in the fight.

It's not appropriate for a lord to personally attack a city; he might only follow suit if the count on the other side personally intervenes.

They've now sent Abaddon to climb the city walls every day.

The old method: wear him down.

However, the effect was not very good this time because it was a siege battle.

The alchemical crossbowmen opposite were all aimed at Abaddon, and every day Abaddon would come back looking like a hedgehog.

There was a time when I almost became a one-eyed monster.

If things aren't going well on Ron's side, then things aren't much better on the other walls either.

Many people died every day, but they were driven down before they could even climb the city wall.

Faced with this situation, the minor lords began to back down again.

Ron had never been so speechless.

He marched out of the river bend, winning every battle, burning, killing, and looting along the way.

Now we're actually stumped by these lord teammates, and we have to keep them calm to avoid shaking morale.

That's fucking ridiculous!

Ron also had to reflect on himself.

It seems I'm still too weak; otherwise, I wouldn't need to mingle with these insects.

Why not just push straight through?

How can you run an army with these insects around?!

Ron called a small meeting with the three viscounts and told them to intensify their offensive the next day.

We're preparing to go all out and make a final push, so they don't mess things up and send their troops to our side again.

The viscounts, of course, made their solemn promises.

They were also curious about what other tricks Ron had up his sleeve.

To be honest, Ron's previous thousand troops had already shocked them, especially since the quality of the soldiers was quite high.

They're as good as veterans who've been training for two or three years.

The next day, Ron put on his armor and stood at the front of the battle.

It's time for the Little Garden Knights, who have always been by his side, to make a move.

As the bugle sounded, the soldiers carried siege ladders forward.

After everything is set up.

Ebadam led his fully armed knights up the mountain at a rapid pace.

The role of the Knights is to deal more damage in a short period of time.

It's like playing a game; it has explosive power.

If you don't hold out in the first wave, you might be finished.

Moreover, these guys are very resilient; one of them can withstand the damage from seven or eight people once he climbs onto the city wall.

Once the teammates catch up, the advantage can be quickly expanded.

If the defenders cannot quickly drive these guys off the city walls, then the walls can be declared breached.

There are quite a few knights in Graystone Territory, and even more responsible for this section of the wall in Ron.

The problem is that they are not concentrated enough, and their numbers are far fewer than those of Ron's Knights.

They were caught completely off guard.

The knights immediately established a foothold in two sections of the city wall.

The soldiers that followed crawled up slowly like ants.

With the other three walls also tied down, Graystone Castle is in danger.

Count Anthony was also overseeing the battle at the front lines and naturally understood the urgency of the situation.

He didn't have time to think about where these knights came from; he just wanted to get them off the road as quickly as possible.

"Quickly, send the reserves up! We have to get them back down no matter what!"

"And those mercenaries, I paid a lot of money for them, now they have to go to the front and fight for me."

Go tell them that if they don't work harder, they can forget about getting the rest of the money.

Anthony was really desperate.

He dared not imagine what would happen to him if the castle were breached.

I'll probably be labeled a traitor even after I die.

Based on his understanding of these nobles, he knew they were capable of anything.

Fortunately, the decline was finally halted after the reserve team was brought on.

The casualties were a bit high.

After a day of fighting, Viscount Anthony frowned as he looked at the reported losses.

Now we can only hope that things can hold out for a little longer.

It would be best if we could hold out until the internal strife subsided; otherwise, we'd have to find another way.

The count tightened his grip on the battle report.

Then he picked up a pen and wrote a letter, instructing his subordinates to find an opportunity to send it out.

The fighting intensified over the next few days, and the Earl's reserves were all wounded.

The situation is similar for the coalition forces.

Some lords have already lost half their men; if the fighting continues, they might just run away.

The only thing keeping them fighting now is that they truly see hope of winning.

The Earl's castle was breached several times, not just Ron's.

They also went up the other three city walls, but they couldn't break through them, and were driven down again at night.

The Count is about to fall; this is the consensus among all the lords.

That's why they gritted their teeth and persevered, determined not to fail before the city fell.

The soldiers quickly defeated the lord and also brought over the forces left behind in the nearby territory.

It's so that we don't lose out when it comes to dividing the spoils.

Two more days passed, and the castle was on the verge of collapse.

Earl Anthony personally went down to defend the city, and Ron also climbed up the city wall to spar with him.

Ron was one of the last to leave the field; the other lords had already gone in shirtless long ago.

A lord died on the city wall, and his body was hung there.

However, this did not frighten the other lords; on the contrary, it excited them even more.

Another person is missing out on a share of the money!

With Ron gone, the Allied forces gained an even greater advantage.

Because Anthony, that old bastard, really can't beat Ron.

Do you really think Ron's serum is free?

Besides, he's a dragon knight.

Even if it's not about being able to fight someone of a higher level, it should at least be invincible among those of the same level!

The situation on the battlefield is becoming increasingly clear: Count Graystone's knights and soldiers are at a disadvantage.

Now you can hardly find anyone who isn't injured.

Ron estimated that the city would fall in less than three days.

Especially since Ron had another trick up his sleeve, during the fierce battle.

Laun broke through.

It was supposed to take some time, but Ron used the original liquid of a formal knight's alchemy on him.

The results were surprisingly good.

Oh! What was that official knight's name again?

Mr. Ron can't remember names again.

In short.

He has gained another official knight under his command.

But Ron remained unchanged, preventing Laun from being exposed.

This was all for the purpose of defending against these allied forces after the city fell.

If they didn't have any ulterior motives, that's fine. But if they did, Hart could have broken through ahead of schedule.

After a day of fighting, Ron took the opportunity to kill several more mid-ranking squires.

After he finished washing up, Viscount Mango and the others called him over.

It seems like something urgent has happened.

Once inside the main tent, the lords had almost all arrived.

However, Viscount Mango's expression was very unpleasant, and he finally spoke after everyone had arrived:

"Gentlemen, Marquis Mammon of Oakwood City has sent a letter. He wants us to stop immediately and cease our attack on Greystone Territory."

"It must be that Anthony and he reached some kind of deal."

As soon as Viscount Mango finished speaking, the crowd erupted.

"Stop! Stop the hell out of here!"

"Exactly! They told us to stop when we were about to take it down. Isn't that bullying an honest person?"

......

"That old bastard, if you give him face, call him a marquis; if you don't, damn it, send him to his grave!"

Ron glanced at the lord who had spoken, wondering whose general was so brave.

It's no wonder these lords were so enraged; they were truly blinded by rage.

He gambled away his entire fortune and was on the verge of winning.

You old codger, come here and say, "Give me some face, everyone stop."

Why is your face so big?

Where were you when Earl Greystone annexed us?

Now they're pretending to be ignorant.

In the end, all the lords decided to continue! They ignored Marquis Mammon.

Chop the messenger up and feed it to the monsters.

Just say you didn't receive the letter.

Believe it or not, it's up to you.