Barbarian gunmen fell heavily beneath the city wall, and in an instant, they were stabbed to death by the chaotic swords of the Paratu People.
But even until the last moment of his life, he clutched his musket tightly and never let go.
"Herde Language White Lion!" The barbarian squeezed out a tuneless voice from his throat, and then he died.
"Hurrah!" shouted the Paratu People beneath the wall.
The "heroic deed" of Centurion Montaigne was witnessed by everyone below the wall.
"Hurrah!" The musketeers also started to shout desperately.
Winters was oblivious, he didn't even know that the crowd was cheering for him.
He leaped onto the city wall and drew his sword.
There was no joy of success in his heart, only endless anger: the fort was teeming with barbarians in its not-so-large interior.
The White Lion knew they were coming, the White Lion was also waiting for them to arrive.
