At this moment, it was time to rush into the city as quickly as possible. Before the 3,000 guards at the south city gate could react, they were all trapped in the barracks.
Surround and kill!
The 3,000 guards at the south city gate of Lionheart City were all the elite private army of the top noble, Count Simon. Prynne's family.
Of course, they were not the most elite. They most elite soldiers were all in Count Simon. Prynne's castle.
The 3,000 soldiers guarding the south gate of Lionheart City were made up of 1,000 infantrymen, 1,000 archers and 1,000 heavy cavalries.
In the barracks on each side of the south gate, there were three types of troop class, each with 500 soldiers.
In fact, eleven years ago, when Count Simon. Prynne and the other three top noble families of the South County joined hands to seize control of Lionheart City from the hands of the Grand Duke of Leo, Cameron, the 3,000 soldiers sent here could be considered as elite soldiers.
However, 11 years later, their title was already unworthy of its name.
Prosperity was intoxicating.
Not to mention, it was the most prosperous city in the entire Dukedom of Leo.
They helped guard the south gate of Lionheart City, which was the most profitable of the four gates.
For 11 years, there was no war.
They spent their days dealing with trade caravan, local ruffians, gangsters, and the poor. Most of the soldiers were frequent customers of the various taverns in the southern district of Lionheart City. They also spent many sexy nights in those taverns.
They were the local tyrants of the entire southern district of Lionheart City.
They lived a comfortable life.
After 11 years of such a comfortable life, other than the army's name not changing, there were no elite aura of the past left in them.
Logically speaking, there should be 3,000 soldiers stationed in the barracks at this time.
However. there were at most 2,400 to 5,000 soldiers.
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They either spent the night with the noble ladies in the eastern district, got drunk in the tavern in the southern district, or enjoyed the gentleness of the poor girls in the small hotels.
To Count Simon. Prynne, this army was not very important.
It was enough as long as it existed.
This way, he could ensure that he would continue to occupy the profits quota of Lionheart City.
After all, his base was not Lionheart City.
Lionheart City was just a place where he earned golden eagles and great silver coins.
As long as this garrison army could collect sufficient wealth for him every month, he did not care whether they were depraved or not. He did not rely on this army to protect his castle and manor.
Thus, when Baheshtur surrounded the two barracks with his entire army, not only were there only 1,200 soldiers in each of the two barracks, but they were also extremely chaotic and disorganized.
After all, most of the commanders were missing, and they were awakened from their sweet dreams.
After more than ten years of comfort and enjoyment, they had already forgotten how to calmly deal with such a terrifying sudden change.
In the orderly barracks, soldiers in disheveled clothes ran out from time to time.
Some of the soldiers saw the terrifying army surrounded by thousands of torches, and they were so scared that they lost control of their bowels.
The arrows of those archers, under the light of the fire, were too terrifying.
Many of the soldiers desperately hid back in the barracks and became ostriches.
They consoled themselves so that they might be able to escape this calamity.
Perhaps they could become captives. Although their fate was miserable, they would still be alive.
However, they were all too naive.
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Of course, this wasn't because Baheshtur was particularly cruel and cold. But if one had to put it this way, there wasn't much of a problem.
It was because he had brought too few soldiers.
Yes, there were too few soldiers.
Although they were all elites, there were only about three thousand soldiers.
Baheshtur's strategic goal this time was to take down the entire Lionheart City.
After taking down the south city gate, there were still three other city gates.
Even if all four city gates were taken down, there was still the noble district, the Association of Mages, and the War Temple.
How could there be any extra soldiers to guard the captives?
"Their performance is even worse than what I've investigated!"
"Looks like we don't need to use fire attacks anymore!"
"Although these guys are trash, their barracks are still pretty good. We can leave them for our soldiers to guard."
Seeing such a situation, Baheshtur had a plan in his heart.
Baheshtur was a little excited as he said loudly, "Rhodok Sergeants, maintain the encirclement posture and slowly push forward. Shrink the encirclement!"
"Archers, shoot freely! Anyone who dares to show their face, let them go to hell!"
"Swadian Royal Knights, guard the main road in the city. Kill anyone who tries to cross the boundary!"
"Sarleon Lion Knights, guard the city gate. If there are any escaping navy soldiers, kill them all!"
Following that, Baheshtur lowered his voice and said, "No need to leave anyone alive! We don't need captives!"
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The way Baheshtur and Firentis gave their orders was obviously different. His orders carried extremely strong personal emotions, and the words were not overly refined.
Baheshtur did not care about such details. He still needed to ensure that his orders could be understood by the soldiers under him and executed correctly.
He was too lazy to give orders and needed to think of concise and smooth words.
Those things could not guarantee victory in the war.
The defending troops on the south city wall of Lionheart City had paid a heavy price for their depravity.
They ran around the barracks in disorder. Even the Vaegir Marksmen did not have to shoot in unison to waste arrows. Instead, they shot like the Rhodok Sharpshooters and the Ravenstern Rangers.
Occasionally, there would be a small group of soldiers wearing neat armor and holding a round shield, trying to break out of the encirclement formed by the Rhodok Sergeants.
However, the siege crossbows of the Rhodok Sharpshooters had let them turn into ghosts.
A mere round shield made of iron. At a distance of dozens of meters, the siege crossbows in the hands of the Rhodok Sharpshooters could shoot through five pieces in one shot.
Those who broke out of the encirclement all ended up dead.
It made the soldiers in the barracks at the south gate of Lionheart City sink into despair.
It also completely crushed their courage.
No one dared to come out of the barracks anymore.
Because they discovered that if someone in the same barracks showed his head at the entrance of the barracks, he would immediately be pierced through the head by an arrow and die.
It was really too terrifying.
The smell of blood filled the entire barracks.
Some of the garrison soldiers cried out in despair, but they still could not escape death.
Rhodok Sergeants had already forced their way to the entrance of the barracks.
On both sides of the south gate of Lionheart City, the two barracks each had five rows of barracks, and each row had 15 barracks.
Usually, each barracks had twenty soldiers living in it.
