Chapter 117 (1/2)

The remaining Sherlock soldiers surrounded in the center stared at the foster soldiers less than two steps away from them. The foster soldiers also looked at these Sherlock soldiers as if they were looking at their prey.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

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After seeing each other for less than a moment, all the surrounded sherlow residual soldiers and the foster soldiers surrounded them launched attacks and shouts of killing.

"Poof!" "Poof!"

"Ah!" "Well!"

With a knife in hand, Charlotte's remnant army fell in a circle.

"Poof!" "Poof!"

Once again, the knife fell, and the Charlotte soldiers surrounded by a regiment fell down again.

The battle is not a level at all. The resistance of the remaining Charlotte soldiers is not even a struggle. They have no strong city and walls to rely on. They have no way to face their own foster soldiers dozens of times.

Now there are two or three hundred Charlotte soldiers left in the square, and there are nearly ten thousand foster soldiers.

After two rounds of chopping and killing, Charlotte soldiers shrunk again, leaving less than 50. Ordinary soldiers have almost died. Now they are still standing generals or nobles in armor.

The king of Charlotte, whose face was covered with bright red blood, was still standing there with a scepter. The old man's waist was straighter than that of most Charlotte nobles present.

"Tick, tick" blood slid down the king's face. I don't know whether it was his blood or someone else's blood.

The top of the walking stick representing the king's power is also red, and there are some brain blood residues on it. It seems that his majesty is not an ordinary person.

On the other side, marquis Philippe kept coughing. With the coughing, a little blood gushed from the Marquis's mouth.

Different from the king who was defended in the center, his Highness the Marquis was also the target of the first attack by Faustin soldiers. The head of a marquis is not cheap.

"Pa, PA, Pa." A burst of applause came, and the surrounded foster soldiers consciously gave up a passage for people to walk.

Prince kensell strode over with a long sword. The Marquis of marmen and the Marquis of West Asia followed from left to right.

"Old king, you are so old and strong." Prince kensell did not know whether to sincerely praise or take the opportunity to ridicule.

Although King Charlotte was in his fifties, he was still powerful and smashed the brains of several foster soldiers just now.

King Charlotte looked at Prince kensell's high spirited appearance at this time and had to sigh, "the younger generation is terrible."

"He gave birth to a good son!" The old king said. This "he", of course, refers to his majesty, the current king of the kingdom of faustan. It seems that King Charlotte and King faustan are still old friends.

"Declare surrender, I can save your life!" Prince kensell put up his scabbard and said to the king of Charlotte in front of him.

"Ha ha ha." The old king seemed to hear something funny and laughed. "Dream!"

Prince kensell, regardless of the king of Charlotte who was laughing nervously, did not intend that the old man would really surrender and turned to Marquis Philip.

It's not that Marquis Philip has any characteristics, but that Prince kensell is curious.

Charlotte's three pillars, whether Marquis Clark or marquis Campbell, have left a deep impression on Prince kensell and caused indelible losses to Foster's army. He wants to see what the last Marquis Philip is like.

Prince kensell was disappointed. Marquis Philippe had neither a strong physique nor a dazzling bearing. He was just an ordinary middle-aged man.

If we have to make a definition, it is the keen eyes between the eyebrows, which makes the Marquis look very smart. Through the Marquis's name, Prince kensell was not surprised.

"In that case." Prince kensell turned and left and walked to the palace hall of Charlotte.