"I made the mission fail perfectly!" Anrield laughed miserably.
"My lord!" Seeing Anrield like this, his confidant could not help feeling distressed. "My lord, this is not your fault. That lord was merely afraid of death. He abandoned the people and surrendered the city, leaving us in such a predicament!"
"Yes! My lord, now is not the time to give up. There are still people in the city waiting for us to save them!" someone else urged.
"That's right!" Anrield's sharp gaze turned fierce and grim as he cast aside his earlier despondency. "The mission the Alliance Leader gave us was to save people. Save as many as we can! Even if there is only one living person left in the city, we must rescue him!"
"Alright!" The subordinates around him shouted loudly, completely forgetting their exhaustion. For a moment, that spirit spread once more, reigniting the determination of those who remained.
"Charge up with me!" Anrield swung two broadswords. His double chain had already been destroyed, and he had picked up these weapons at random. "Save our countrymen!"
After roaring those words, Anrield's agile figure shot forward at high speed, launching another assault on the city walls. His subordinates surged after him like a tide.
All kinds of weapons and projectiles rained down from the city walls, but Anrield dodged each one. His less capable subordinates, however, could not evade them in time. Some were smashed into bloody pulp by boulders, while others were shot in the head, their brains splattering everywhere.
Yet the Star Alliance's Third Fleet feared no death. Once again, they charged up along the human walls piled from the corpses of their comrades.
Four highly skilled men leaped down from the city walls and pounced straight at Anrield. This was not the first time he