Although Old John had more soldiers, they were attacked from front and back, and their morale was greatly reduced.

Moreover, the professions of the three Golden Sons took the lead and reaped the lives of the enemy.

In the cold weapon war, without the participation of the spellcaster, warriors, or combat priests, are all powerful generals who are one hundred.

They lead by example. Every time they kill an enemy, their morale will increase and the enemy will decline. This is the main role of the general in combat.

Just about five minutes after Hawke joined the battle, the enemy was defeated because of his morale collapse.

Little John, who first saw the real battlefield, was completely confused, and he did not have the previous high-spirited attitude.

His ears were filled with screams of fighting, the muffled sound of a long sword cutting off his limbs, or the sound of blunt objects hitting the shield and hitting the armor.

He watched the soldiers around him fall down one by one. He was scared and his face was pale and dared not move around, but no one came to cause trouble for him.

He watched his father lead a small army and seemed to want to break through forcibly, but was blocked by Hawke.

Hawk is very strong, even stronger than Link.

Link's slash with the whirlwind slash can only turn five times.

But Hawke could turn ten times in a row, and his giant sword was longer and larger, moving as he turned, flying sand and stones, and flesh and blood were flying everywhere.

What's even more outrageous is that although he was only wearing soft leather armor, the soldiers' stabbing could not even pierce his muscles.

After turning, he slashed normally, and the giant sword swept across a large range. With one sword, two or three soldiers would die. After slashing ten people, he began to move around again.

Little John looked at Hawk like a whirlwind, spinning... There were no soldiers standing next to him.

Finally, he saw his father and Hawk face each other and watched his father be cut in half by Hawk's charge.

Little John looked at his father who was lying in a pool of blood in the distance and shivered. Then he finally woke up and rushed over.

In this process, there were still no enemies to stop him.

He ran to his father's upper body and fell down in dismay.

Thanks to the professional level of lv2, the old man John of the Gun Chair is relatively tenacious, and even if his lower body flew to the other side, he did not completely die.

He lay in a pool of blood and saw little John running over and trembled his right hand.

Little John grabbed it, watching his father whose internal organs flowed out of his abdomen, and as his face slowly turned gray, tears flowed down.

"Surrender...tolerate..." Old John's eyes slowly closed: "Blood...inheritance."

After saying the last word, Old John completely closed his eyes.

Little John held his father's hand. Although he was not crying, his body was trembling very violently.

The city lords were all dead, so the war naturally ended.

Jet came to the side of little John, looked at the heartbroken latter, and shook his head slightly.

In the live broadcast room, players also discussed it.

‘Little John is a little pitiful, his biological father died before his eyes.’

‘He is not pitiful, maybe he is smiling in his heart. When his father dies, he will be the city lord.’

‘The ones upstairs are so inhumane.’

'You talked to these feudal landlords about human nature? If they had human nature, there would not have been so many beggars in the city, nor would they have thought of violently seeking the dock and driving Hawke and others away.'

‘I feel the same way, I deserve it. I can’t bully you when you come to the door, so I’ll give up everything.’

‘I don’t understand human nature. I just feel that these soldiers are so delicious. Nearly half of them died in less than half an hour’s fight.’

‘In war, professionals have too great advantages. I guess if there are five lv5-level teams with reasonable configurations, they can compete with the regular army of hundreds of people in front.’

‘Don’t be too arrogant. Holevin is a novice village, which is relatively weak among all countries. There are many powerful countries outside, such as Frans. The number of professions in their army is much stronger than that of Holevin. There are also desert kingdoms like Urkanda, where everyone is a soldier, and the number of professions in the army may reach 10%. As for the Frost Star Kingdom, it is said that there is a mysterious and powerful Frost Wolf clan that was born as a pro. They worship the God of Winter Wolf, and the Holy Wolf heard that the ascension to the throne was at the level of legend.’

‘What is the identity upstairs? It’s very clear.’

‘The speaker is called Shuke…Isn’t this the founder of the F6 guild!’

‘I'll go, the only guild president in the game now. He's a big guy, he's so respectful.’

‘It’s easy to say, the goddess sees me as handsome as I’m just a meal to enjoy.’

‘Tsk! Why do these big guys love being so stinky? Principal Huang always says he is handsome.’

‘It’s better to be stinky than to be tall and look at people with your nose.’

‘That’s true.’

Even when looking at this rather bloody and sad picture, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room is still silly. For most players, even if the world is real, their sense of identity and sense of immersion are still not too high.

Little John hugged his father's body and felt that the latter had become cold.

My heart was filled with coldness.

At this time, the sound of the battlefield suddenly became much quieter, and the shouts of killing were already very small.

Most of the soldiers had thrown away their weapons, squatted down and surrendered with their hands in their arms.

Only a small number of extremely loyal soldiers struggled to hold on.

Hawke dragged his giant sword and walked to little John, looked down at him, and said, "What are your plans next."

Little John raised his head blankly, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on his sad face: "Don't you want to kill me? Why are you asking so much?"

Hawke smiled, because of his orc-like body and his face full of flesh, he looked quite ferocious: "Depending on what you answer, we will decide your life and death."

Little John put his father's body carefully on the ground. He slowly stood up and said, "You ask."

Hawke looked around and no one was resisting: "Would you like to be a puppet?"

Little John looked around, and the alive soldiers were driven together by the beggar army. On the streets, there were broken limbs or corpses of humans everywhere. Some soldiers who were not dead were sleeping on the ground, making painful groans. Pastor Jet was trying his best to rescue the dying soldiers, regardless of their enemies.

This is certainly a noble side of human nature, but more of the reason is that... saving people can get experience points.

Ninety percent of Delbonry's soldiers were here... Little John retracted his gaze and looked at Hawke bitterly: "Do I have the right to refuse?"

"have."

“At the cost of death?”

Hawke nodded.

Taking a deep breath, little John asked, "What are you going to do with the maid in the castle, my mother and sister?"

"They will leave and stay. We will not do anything to restrict them, of course, the premise is that they should not mess with us, and continue to be their own ladies and young ladies quietly."

"Will your soldiers agree?" Little John said with obvious sarcasm: "It is strange that they do not rebel if they do not rebel."
Chapter completed!