Chapter 778: Conflict Breaking Point

After receiving the order, Ilif immediately assembled his troops and divided them into three parts, launching an attack from the east, north and south of Baili Town. As for the west, there were tens of thousands of Haina troops there.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Mines army began to attack the city.

After three rounds of arrows, the two sides began to fight.

The 8,000 troops of the Woodland Freedom Alliance and the 20,000 soldiers of the Means Army fought each other in an area of ​​only two square kilometers.

Outside the town, the remaining 20,000-odd soldiers of the Mines Army were guarding the main roads tightly to prevent anyone from escaping.

On the wall of the stone castle, Gesor swung his sword and killed a ferocious enemy soldier.

At this moment, a trace of regret welled up in his heart.

If we had followed Rex's advice and retreated the troops outside the town, perhaps the current situation would be different.

"Master, we can no longer withstand the enemy's attack!"

More and more soldiers of the Mines Army poured onto the crumbling city walls, constantly squeezing the living space of the defenders.

Gesor looked back and saw that of the two hundred guards his father had sent to him, only about a hundred were still alive.

"Retreat to the inner fort."

At the critical moment, Gesor put away the distracting thoughts in his mind, gathered the remaining troops, and evacuated to the inner fort of the stone castle.

Under the desperate protection of more than ten guards, the remaining dozens of guards were able to escort Gesol into the castle.

Close the heavy door to isolate the inside and the outside.

Hearing the noise outside, Gesor looked a little frightened and leaned against the city wall, not knowing what to do.

"Master, at this moment, we can only..." A high-ranking silver knight came to Gesor's side and said in a low voice. After struggling for a moment, he finally said the word he was most reluctant to say in his life.

"Yes, I am the son of the Earl of the Apfeng Kingdom. I have the right to enjoy the treatment of a prisoner. I can still surrender."

Gesor showed a look of joy on his face. He handed the knight's sword in his hand to the high-level silver knight and ordered other guards to make a white flag.

Seeing the people they were protecting showing such cowardice, the surviving guards felt humiliated, but they had to obey Gesor's orders.

A wooden pole and a piece of white underwear, assembled by a guard, become an important "flag" that can be used to surrender to the enemy.

The gate was broken open and hundreds of soldiers rushed into the inner castle, their armor stained with hot blood.

Looking at the erected flag, everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

I thought I could take credit for killing the general, but I didn't expect the other party to be so unethical.

"Bind them up and bring them to the general."

The battalion commander gave the order, and the other soldiers naturally chose to obey. They found thick ropes and tied up the group of surrendering people.

As night fell, Baili Town returned to the hands of the 15th Army.

Of the eight thousand troops of the Woodland Free Alliance, more than four thousand were killed and more than three thousand were captured.

As the sun was setting, Devonshire, accompanied by a group of generals, arrived at the prisoner camp.

"Bring the people up."

"Yes, my lord."

Iliff responded and immediately assigned an officer to bring Gethor and officers from the Woodland Free Alliance Army over.

When Gethor was brought before Devonshire, there was arrogance and contempt in his eyes.

As for the other thirteen officers of the Woodland Freedom League, they were dejected and worried about their future fate.

"You were the one who gave the order for what happened in Belle Town."

"it's me."

Gesor admitted it openly without any concealment.

Looking at the stupid nobleman in front of him, Devonshire instantly understood the whole story.

"Take him and his trusted guards to Srivili City and hand them over to the Lord for disposal."

"Yes, my lord."

Iliff received the order and immediately ordered his men to lift Gesor up and put him in a cage, and then sent his own guards to escort him to the city of Sriveli.

Ignoring the noble treatment that Gethor was calling for, Devonshire turned his gaze to the kneeling Woodland man.

Perhaps due to the blood in their bodies, the woodland people have green hair, slightly pointed ears, and above average looks.

"General, do we need to execute them all?" Carlisle, the commander of the Haina Army, asked softly. As long as Devonshire gave the order, he would immediately lead his men to kill all the prisoners.

"Since you made a mistake, you must bear the consequences." Devonshire thought for a while and ordered, "Take all these people to the Alan Army and hand them over to General Adrian for disposal."

"Yes."

After dealing with the prisoners, Devonshire ordered the two armies to demolish the buildings in Belle Town and build a city on its basis.

Three days later, an army of nearly 30,000 people from the Woodland Free Alliance arrived near Belle Town. After learning that Belle Town had fallen, they could only retreat more than ten kilometers to set up camp. At the same time, they sent people to the Billion District to report the matter and request a decision.

……

In the hall of the Lord's Mansion of Sriviri City, Weilin sat in the main seat, looking at the culprit who caused the Baili Town incident, and began to think about how to punish him.

"I am the son of Count Kailas of the Apfeng Kingdom. I request to be treated as a noble should be." Gesor said seriously, looking at the black-haired young man of the same age as him sitting in the main seat.

Hearing what this guy said, Weilin smiled contemptuously and said, "If your father was captured by me, I might give him the treatment he deserves as a noble. But who do you think you are? You killed my people and still want me to treat you with courtesy. Do you think you deserve it?"

"you……"

Gesor was furious and was about to curse the other party, but he was pressed to the ground.

The sound of the floor breaking echoed in the hall, and everyone just felt happy.

This thing was captured but it had no sense of being a prisoner. It looked aloof and acted as if it was at home.

Weilin raised his hand and put pressure on Gesor while observing his expression.

Having lost the ability to speak, Gesor could only stare with his eyes wide open at the black-haired young man in the main seat, wishing he could eat his flesh and drink his blood to wash away the humiliation he had encountered.

Looking at Gesor, who was pressed into the ground but still looked indignant, Weilin withdrew his strength and did not kill this guy who was only at the low-silver level.

Killing him directly would be too easy for this guy.

The best punishment for him would be to kill him with the knife of the Church of the God of the Harvest, or even have his closest relatives serve as executioners.

"Put him in the barn."

"Yes, my lord."

Two low-level silver knights entered the hall, bowed and saluted, then pulled Gesor out of the hall, dragging his broken body.