Chapter 26: Brilliant Like Fireworks

  As Medius had judged, Siegmund and Lilian were indeed surrounded, along with the forty-one elite warriors who had survived the long battle.

  The remaining twenty-nine had already fallen, and the forty-one survivors were almost all wounded. More importantly, their physical strength was nearing its limit. Last night's highly tense concentrated infiltration, tonight's continuous raid on two grain warehouses, and the fierce fighting along the way that required both speed and ferocity, had drained their energy.

  Sigmund and Lilian are relatively better off, after all, they have a higher level, excellent equipment, and perfect job transfer. Whether it's recovery speed or combat power, they're not on the same level as ordinary knights. Moreover, although Lilian is a close-range fighter, Blue Fist Saint still has some healing ability, which greatly increases their endurance.

  But unfortunately, they have no room for breathing now.

  The entire front line was almost supported by the two of them, one close combat and one long-range. More and more enemies, tighter encirclement, more frequent attacks, in this situation, if you want to break through, you can only attack, once the attack stops, what will be welcomed is the complete collapse of the entire front line.

  So the two were desperately attacking, but at the same time, their physical strength, the gunner's ammunition, and the holy light stored in the Blue Fist Saint's body were also rapidly decreasing at a speed like opening a floodgate.

  "We can't hold out much longer." Sigmund panted, glancing at the overheated cannon barrel.

  "Are we going to die in a place like this?" In Lillian's eyes, fear, unease, bitterness, and helplessness mixed together.

  "There is still a chance, hold on." Sigmund could only answer like this.

  "Don't comfort me!" Lilian complained indignantly, as if venting her emotions. "I never thought I'd have to die for the sake of the Aschrek family - it's not worth it! How detestable, how detestable!"

  "It's not for Aschlex, nor is it for Middy. This is our own choice, to catch up with Miss Fina's footsteps, isn't it?" Sigmond shook his head and said seriously.

  Lilian hesitated for a moment, finally letting out a sigh and nodding her head. However, even though she had already come to some realization before going into battle, she was after all a young girl in the prime of her youth, and was naturally filled with fear towards death.

  I still have too many things I want to do, how can I die here, how can I be willing to die in a small county with no name, in a surprise attack that will not even be written in history!

  Lilian thought angrily and suddenly burst out with power again, and in the midst of fierce fighting, she actually broke through a road.

  "There's really hope now!" The girl exclaimed loudly.

  However, just as they turned the next corner, a brand new company of one hundred men appeared, and to their surprise, they were sword-and-shield troops who excelled at both offense and defense!

  Attack, defense, and dodge, all three values are balanced troops. The close-range fists and feet of the Blue Fist Saint Envoy are hard to get close to them, and the bullet hell of the Gunner is also easy to block. Apparently, the Scarlet Flame Army has already familiarized itself with the styles of the two, so they deliberately dispatched corresponding troops to intercept them.

  Even Lillian, who refused to give up, couldn't suppress the feeling of despair that was spreading throughout her body at this moment.

  Sigmund puckered his lips, gritted his teeth, disregarding the scorching hot barrel, and slid forward in a half-crouch, assuming a standard aiming posture, with his sights firmly locked onto the newly appeared enemies.

  Just as they were about to engage in a desperate battle, a figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere from the other side of the street, leaving behind a bright trail with his lightsaber, dragging a high-speed afterimage, like a black cannonball, and crashed directly into that hundred-man squad!

  "Meidi?" Lillian blurted out in an instant.

  "It's Medea!" Sigmund's tone was rare with a hint of trembling.

  They exchanged a glance with each other and confirmed from each other's eyes that they were not seeing things.

  "That idiot." Lillian was silent for a few seconds before she couldn't help but lash out with her sharp tongue.

  Both of them were well aware that it was extremely difficult for one person to attack the granary alone, and although they had succeeded, how much physical and magical strength did Mide have left after such an intense battle? Even if he could withstand the attacks of a 35-level Sword Soul, even if he had made a perfect job change, but after all, he was only level 22. The situation that Siegmond and Lilian couldn't open up together with their combined strength, what use would adding one more person be?

  "This guy is indeed an idiot." Siegmund burst out laughing.

  Foolish to the point of facing such an obvious situation, yet still wanting to come over and fight together. Gunner's momentary, very touching. After all, at the critical moment of life and death, one can truly see a person's character.

  "What are you still standing there for? Attack! Covering fire, pierce and advance!" Midy's shout came from the clashing of swords, interrupting Siegmund's momentary sentiment.

  Sigmund stared intently and suddenly discovered that the situation... seemed to have opened up?

  That group of sword and shield guards, who looked extremely well-equipped, seemed to be completely unable to withstand Mide's charge alone. They had lost all formation and were scattered in groups of seven or eight, each fighting on their own, and were even on the defensive.

  How is this possible!

  Sigmund could hardly believe his eyes, but he had no time to look for the reason - the hope of survival was in front of him, and all he had to do was attack, then attack again!

  Lilian also discovered a glimmer of hope at the same time, and immediately gathered all her strength to charge forward, coordinating with Midie's offensive. The warriors of the Aslex family followed closely behind, shouting angrily as they charged in a phalanx formation, killing desperately.

  In an instant, the last but also the strongest defensive line in front of the raiding team was completely collapsed like a dike washed away by a flood.

  "You pups of Asura, I won't let you pass!" The centurion of the Sword Shield Guards, covered in green mold all over his body, panted and roared.

  A flash of light burst forth, and Midei's sword sliced off his head in one swift motion.

  The skull with its eyes still open flew into the air, trailing a bright red tail of blood, like an arrow indicating the way out.

  "You can actually use both the Devil Trigger of Dante and the sword techniques of Vergil at the same time!" Sigmond, with his sharp eyes, had already discovered the anomaly in the battle, Mide's ability to control a wide range and break through at one point, which shocked him extremely.

  "And yet you still have so much magical power left, your spirit... is very strong." As a Saint, Lilian was particularly sensitive to fluctuations in magic.

  "Let's talk about the perfect transfer later." Mide replied quickly, identified the location of the street, and then rushed north without hesitation.

  Sigmund and Lilian also suppressed their surprise in their hearts and quickly led the warriors to follow up.

  Although the memories of his past life were useless in this battle, Middie's experience leading the Falcon Squad, leading the coalition forces to attack the Heavenly Realm, and countless battlefield memories allowed him to judge the entire York army's troop movements through small skirmishes.

  The composition of troops, number, direction of advance, degree of fatigue, number of encounters, number of times lured the enemy, streets turned, current location, various blind spots, the past actions of the Red Flame Legion, military discipline, tactics they excel at, preferred encirclement methods, and so on and so forth...

  As Miti's hands moved swiftly and relentlessly, wielding the lightsaber to pierce through the enemy's openings, again and again using the Ice Formation Array to lock down the enemy's offense, his mind was also repeatedly comparing and calculating various data to find a best breakthrough path.

  The Red Flame Army initially thought that they could catch the enemy off guard, so they defended the last granary with 2,000 people to prevent any unexpected changes, while dispatching the remaining 4,000 to disperse and guard various checkpoints, and conducting a dragnet-style capture.

  At first, this was indeed the simplest and most effective way, but at this moment, under Middy's response, the net is becoming less and less effective.

  Because that originally exhausted fish now wore a sharp horn and became slippery all over.

  Time and time again, they broke through the hundred-man team's checkpoint by force, time and time again, they narrowly missed the main force, and at closest, they were only a street corner away.

  In this way, the originally doomed-to-be-destroyed raiding party finally rushed to the border of North Yorkshire.

  Here was the only exit from Yorkshire to the northern roads, and there were no city gates. It was originally just a post road, but in those days it was equipped with several fences by the Scarlet Legion and set up checkpoints with certain defensive properties.

  Moreover, garrisoning this place were four whole companies of one hundred men each.

  Under iron discipline, even if the Yorkshire fire is raging, they remain unmoved.

  At this moment, this team that has been waiting for a long time and was almost forgotten finally waited for the big fish to come to their door.

  All the way through the surprise attack, forty-one elite warriors were killed or injured again, and now there are only twenty-nine people left. Siegmond's ammunition had been exhausted long ago, and he had switched to a large bloody knife in his hand. Lillian, who had lost the support of the holy light power, was already pale and panting like an ordinary person.

  And even Midy himself reached his limit once again.

  This time, recovery is much slower and there's simply no more time left.

  The pursuing soldiers are just at the other end of the street and will catch up in no more than five or six minutes.

  In front of it was a street checkpoint guarded by 400 people.

  However, in this almost desperate situation, Mi Di was calm and collected. From his waist, he took out a heavy weapon, which turned out to be an automatic pistol.

  It's hard to believe this guy is a mechanic, can't tell at all? Sigmond looked at the pistol and forgot about the danger for an instant.

  Midi didn't explain anything, but directly fired a shot into the air. A crisp "pa" sound was heard, and a signal flare quickly soared into the sky, bursting into a bright small flower amidst the starry night sky and red flames.

  In the next instant, a dark blue magic bullet swooped in from the black night of the north. It hit the gate with unerring accuracy, instantly stirring up a fierce gust of wind. And after the deafening roar, when the dust finally settled, the wooden structure had completely disappeared, dozens of knights were scattered all over the place, and on the ground, in its place, was a deep pit with a diameter of more than ten meters.

  Then comes the second one, the third one...

  One by one, the azure magic bullets with extreme magical power, explosive special effects, and scattering effects tore through the night sky, dazzling like shooting stars, resplendent like fireworks.