Unknown Knight

Seeing his own soldiers in the city being knocked to the ground and killed by the enemy's daggers, and many being shot and killed by the crossbowmen on the city wall, Bestur was extremely anxious. Every second he hesitated, one of his own soldiers might be sacrificed, so he had to decisively shout to the people below:

"Haytham, lead everyone to retreat to the central hall and guard the passage!"

The soldiers of the Standing Fort who were suffering in the city had begun to despair. After hearing the order from General Bestul, they felt as if they had been pardoned. Under the command of Haytham, they began to retreat into the passage, covering each other.

Seeing this, the heavy armored infantry of Berbera wanted to take advantage of the situation, so they followed closely and took the opportunity to surround and kill the fallen soldiers of the Standing Fort. Seeing this, Bestur ordered his men to throw two cans of flaming oil in succession, which ignited and killed several heavy armored infantrymen and burned nearly ten of them. Only then did he stop their attempt and allow the soldiers of the Standing Fort to retreat safely to the main fort.

After the two cans of flaming oil burned out, the heavy armored infantry of Berbera formed a tight shield formation, entered the passage and charged towards the main castle.

The two sides fought each other in a passage more than three meters wide. Weapons kept hitting the shields, making dense "bang bang" sounds.

The commander of the heavy armored infantry of Berbera City was also on the front line to command. Under his command, the originally crowded and chaotic city was restored to order. The injured and exhausted heavy armored infantry were rotated out in an orderly manner, which greatly reduced their casualty rate.

On the other hand, there were not many returning troops left in Fort Standstill, and the rest were militiamen who had occasionally participated in training. After the mutual attacks, almost a hundred people had died, most of whom were militiamen with no combat experience.

Under the enemy's repeated attacks, the battle line advanced little by little from the passage to the central hall. At this time, the central hall was full of people, not only the militiamen who had rushed over, but even some strong women, who also came to the hall with their own reed guns at home to participate in the defense.

Everyone knows that this is their last home. If they lose this place, they will have nowhere to escape in this barren desert and will ultimately be doomed to death.

Even if they were lucky enough that the enemy did not massacre them but instead captured them and made them slaves, they might not die immediately, but having enjoyed the sweetness of freedom and bathed in the glory of the religion's care, no one in the Standing Castle would want to be a slave again. It would be better for them to die here in battle and be done with it once and for all.

After all, this place was built bit by bit with their blood, sweat and tears under the leadership of the Prophet. Even if they die, they hope to die here.

Moreover, they still had a glimmer of hope in their hearts. The prophet who could create miracles was the only prophet blessed by the Supreme God. The great Supreme God would definitely protect him, guide him, and let him bring his troops back to rescue the believers here.

Bestur, who was sitting on a flat roof more than 30 meters high, not only commanded the archers to attack, but also kept a close eye on the movements in the central hall. Whenever there were shouts of killing in the hall, he knew that the enemy had broken through to the entrance of the hall. He would then order his men to throw a can of flaming oil into the entrance of the city wall, and by burning it, prevent the enemies outside from advancing continuously inside.

At this time, Haytham, who was in the hall, took the opportunity to lead everyone to attack the heavy armored infantry who were about to break into the hall, kill the enemy soldiers without backup, and push the front line back little by little.

When the flaming oil burned out, the enemy reorganized the attack and the two sides started fighting in the passage again. This cycle repeated for more than ten times, and everyone became numb. The entire passage was now stained red with blood. Everyone was fighting on the wet ground with their feet covered in blood. They could slip at any time and fall in a pool of blood forever.

Haytham was panting under the shield. He didn't know how many times he had fought off the enemy's attack. At this moment, he felt that his body was hollowed out. His ears were ringing, and his arms and thighs holding the shield and weapon were shaking slightly uncontrollably, as if his body would not be able to bear the burden if he made any more movements.

Although God General Bestur had not sent any news, he felt that the fire oil on the flat roof had run out. The enemy had almost completely broken into the central hall twice, and they had not received any fire oil support from the flat roof. This made him feel desperate from the bottom of his heart.

This reminded him of the experience of crossing the Death Desert. His situation at that time was similar to the current one. He was also exhausted and could not muster any strength. When he fell in the desert and could not get up again, he thought of his wife and the efforts he had made to see her again and to go home. The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became. In the end, this unwillingness made him stand up again and walk forward resolutely...

He at this moment is so similar to him then. In order to return to his hometown and see his wife, he has paid so much and is exhausted again.

The prophet was preparing for his return home step by step. The season of death was about to pass and the date of his return home was approaching. Before attacking Zion, the prophet had mobilized everyone, saying that he would eliminate the hidden dangers before returning home...

Could it be that all these efforts would end here? The resentment in his heart rose up, and every bit of the love and affection in the past, all the efforts he had made to see his wife, all the hard work, all the struggles, all the humiliation, everything turned into the last bit of strength.

"Go home, go home, go home..."

The word "go home" came out of his mouth repeatedly, seemingly unconsciously at first, but later became clearer and stronger, making him hold the shield and the dagger in his hand tighter.

Suddenly he felt his shoulders sink, and when he turned his head, he saw that Lord General Bestur had stood beside him. One hand was wrapped in a bloody bandage, and the other hand was on his shoulder. He was looking at him with a smile, nodded to him appreciatively, and then responded to him in a firm tone:

"go home!"

This response, which seemed to be a divine grace, touched the softest part of Haytham's heart and gave him strength again. He excitedly pointed the long sword in his hand into the air and shouted in a tearful voice:

"Go home! Go home! Go home! ..."

The voice echoed throughout the entire central hall. The fifty or so surviving soldiers of the Returning Home Legion were all excited when they heard these two words and shouted along with him, which in turn led everyone in the entire central hall to shout these two words together.

At this moment, Fort Standstill was like an awakening active volcano, and all the free and proud Fort Standstill people were the boiling magma. The word "go home" condensed all their passion and belief. They shouted these two words and rushed towards the Berbera soldiers who launched another attack.