Before the others could understand what was happening, they saw shouts of killing suddenly erupt from the direction of the west gate. Screams and carnage filled the air. The Zenit elite Star-Rank Warrior who had 'luckily' escaped back to the city walls suddenly turned against their comrades and raised their swords against them.
"Those people... were actually Barcelona people in disguise? Damn it!"
This time everyone understood.
It turned out that a mage had appeared on the battlefield earlier, and suddenly a great deal of smoke rose up, filling the sky and obscuring everyone's vision. In that battle, more than two hundred elite Zenit Star-Rank Warrior were instantly slaughtered. Under the cover of the smoke, the Barcelona warriors who had been prepared in advance changed into Zenit soldiers' uniforms and pretended to be Zenit warriors.
This tactic deceived everyone; they easily climbed the city wall using the ropes that had been laid down, and launched a surprise attack.
At the same time, the Barcelona army outside the city suddenly launched a fierce attack on Zenit City, cooperating with the 150 disguised warriors.
Above the Barcelona army, four Extreme Dao experts took to the air.
Besides Busquets, who had recovered from his injuries, Alves and Masiqielanuo also appeared, while Pedro, who had been injured and whose whereabouts were unknown, also appeared on the opposite side.
The terrifying power unleashed by the four Extreme Dao experts crashed against the city of Saint Petersburg like a raging torrent. The [ Protection of Mother Earth ] magic circle rippled like water in a pool disturbed by a hurricane, as if it were in danger of being crushed at any moment.
This was clearly an all-out attack; the Barcelona side committed an unprecedented amount of strength.
A long-planned conspiracy.
"Quickly, adjutant, you take command of the battle at the south gate. Draw elite reserve troops and come with me to the west gate to provide support." Granero was extremely anxious and immediately led hundreds of elite soldiers to the west gate.
He knew that the key to victory or defeat in this battle lay with the west gate.
If those disguised Barcelona were to gain control of the West Gate, open it, or destroy the various magical mechanisms and defensive structures, it would be a catastrophe for the Zenit.
As for the four Barcelona Extreme Dao in the sky, this level of battle is not Granero's concern; Emperor Yassin and Lampard will handle it.
Sure enough, in the next instant, extremely powerful auras rose up from within Saint Petersburg, and four dazzling flames flashed and soared into the sky. They were Emperor Yassin, Hasselbaink, Lampard, and a powerful figure from Chambord City who later arrived in the capital. They were said to be from the [ Black-Robed Holy Temple ] sect, one of the branches of the Holy Church.
The eight extremely powerful auras clashed and fought each other high in the sky.
The deafening explosions sounded like the end of the world. Black cracks appeared in the sky, disappearing in an instant, as if a painting had been torn apart. The terrifying aftershocks of the Dou Qi spread out like a leaden cloud of radiation from a nuclear explosion.
Granero's long hair and Red Beard flew wildly in the spreading wind. Dragging his long sword, he led hundreds of elite soldiers on a mad dash, arriving at the west gate at top speed.
But what they saw left Granero and his support soldiers completely bewildered.
"What's going on? Where are the enemies?"
The expected scene of carnage and screams did not materialize. Instead, the ground was covered with countless corpses of soldiers. The Fourth Prince stood in shock beneath the enemy tower, surrounded by layers of guards in black armor. The priceless defensive magical equipment from Chambord City was indeed more than half damaged, its parts broken and scattered.
"Where are the enemies?" Granero roared.
"Kill... kill them all!" A West Gate Legion member, stunned by Granero's furious outburst, stammered in response.
"Killed them all? Have the bodies been counted?" Granero frowned, the intense sense of danger in his heart still lingering.
"Hmph, it's you again, Granero! Who do you think you are, daring to give orders in the area I'm stationed in? Get out of here!" The fourth prince, still shaken, screamed like a startled hen when he saw Granero, clearly quite frightened by the recent events.
"Then who do you think you are? You piece of shit-eating trash, what have you done? Huh? Forcing elite officers to leave the city and fight the enemy, don't you know that's a cardinal sin in siege warfare? For your damned, insatiable greed for military merit, how many imperial warriors have you driven to their deaths? Now even the city's defensive magical equipment has been almost completely destroyed, how are you going to compensate for it? You..."
At this point, Granero completely lost his temper and angrily rebuked the fourth prince in front of all the soldiers and officers.
This scathing and unrestrained outburst allowed all the soldiers to feel a small release of their pent-up resentment.
"You..." Fourth Prince Christo was furious. He pointed at Granero for a long time, speechless. After catching his breath, he sneered, "So what if the magical machinery is damaged? Just have that armory in Chambord City speed up the construction of a batch to send as tribute. What's so difficult about that? With the country in crisis, does the King of Chambord intend to sit idly by?"
Granero is about to explode.
These magical city-defense machines are all priceless and incredibly expensive to manufacture. Can they really be built so easily? And this fool still doesn't understand the situation, trying to use the royal authority to pressure Chambord City. Can't he see that Chambord City is no longer under the control of the imperial family?
Is this idiot's brain filled with shit?
Granero was so angry he almost went over and beat the idiot Prince, but several officers around him held him back, preventing a more serious conflict. Forcing himself to calm down, Granero ordered the soldiers around him, "Quickly, count the bodies and tally the number of people."
"Yes."
The soldiers counted the number of corpses on the ground and then distinguished between the corpses of soldiers from both sides— the Barcelona and Zenit people had very different physical appearances and were easily identifiable. In less than ten minutes, they had obtained the numbers.
"Reporting to your Excellency, 571 of our soldiers have been killed in action, and their names have been confirmed. One hundred of them are bodies of Barcelona soldiers."
"What?" Granero exclaimed in shock, "One hundred bodies? Where are the remaining fifty-odd bodies? Just now, there were clearly over one hundred and fifty Barcelona men disguised and returning to the city walls. Where did those fifty-odd people go?"
After Granero said that, everyone remembered.
The Barcelona warriors who disguised themselves and climbed up the ropes earlier numbered well over 150, so why are there only 100 corpses here? Where did the other 50-odd Barcelona warriors go? Are they still lurking among the crowd?
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