Moonport City, in a dogfight.

  The giants who had breached the walls were at once fiercely attacked by the guards. The best

  soldiers of the Port these months were veterans of many years of fighting with men. Their

  weapons are skilful and well coordinated. Whenever a giant is thrown on the city head, it is

  immediately attacked by many.

  A strong spear was the best weapon against these giants. Their height and length of arms

  gave them a range of attack beyond that of men, and they attacked -- even with a simple

  stroke of their fists -- and brought down a mass. In front of them, the heavy, slow-moving

  infantry with their long swords and shields looked like targets that could be easily dealt with

  by knocking them down before they got close, and with a few more feet. They were no longer

  threatened by the strongest infantry of the holy Greafury, but by these ordinary soldiers in

  leather armour and with only a few spears in their hands.

  This hedgehog-like formation greatly slowed the advance of the giants. They had to watch

  out for these spears that would burst out at every step. One careless move, and these big

  men will have more holes in their bodies.

  But as the number of giants on the wall increased, the strong array of hedgehogs seemed to

  have little strength.

  As Sir Mond rushed to the front line of the battle, all he could see was the blood of countless

  soldiers trickling down the walls and down the cracks in the rocks. The young men he had

  trained had fallen to their deaths on the wall that had been called "the strongest defense in

  the North." A day before, they had been full of vitality and youthful breath, talking and

  laughing loudly; A day before, they could sit in a pub with a fragrant piece of meat and a cool

  drink in their hands and laugh loudly at the barmaid. A day before, they could have sat around

  old soldiers and listened with longing to their stories of heroes.

  Now, they could only limp on the wall, their bodies torn, their eyes empty, looking up to

  heaven -- where there was no soul, no heat of life.

  As soon as the giants stepped on them, the bodies would become a Patty, mingled with each

  other, and could no longer be distinguished from each other.

  Now the heart of the Knight of Mond was filled with remorse and self-reproach. A few days

  before, he had thought his stress was due to a lack of faith in the war. Now he understood

  what he had lost.

  Having gained the dragon slayer, the knight of the northernmost frontier defense of the

  defeated Holy Greafury, a legendary knight transported by the populace and the minstrel, he

  was now reminded of his original purpose as a paladin.

  "I shall fight for justice and the common good of the people, and live for the honor of Greafury,

  the god of light..."

  Knight Mond weighed the great sword in his hand again. He found it very heavy. But he now

  felt that he had enough motivation to wield the sword forever and keep fighting.

  He rushed in from among the soldiers' hedgehogs and threw himself in front of the giant.

  Never thinking of the mighty fist he might meet, he struck his sword at his enemy's knees.

  In order to be able to jump on the city, the giant did not wear any armor. When the knight's

  great sword swung by, there was a flash of white light, and the great men became as tall as

  men, like a mountain of flesh falling down, and the giants lay down before the guards who

  held their weapons.

  One can imagine their fate.

  Mond Knight fights the endless stream of giant warriors at the top of the city. When he is shot

  and bled, a white light shines over him, and his wounds heal immediately. Then he wields his

  great sword, ripping open the giants' bodies and kicking them down the wall.

  The Moon Harbor cavalry had just returned to the city, and had not had time to make any

  adjustments before they were thrown back into action. They formed columns of two or three

  and galloped through the city. Knocking down the lone giants in the streets one by one.

  "Newton let go! Let me up to the walls, and I'll take them all down!" Lambert took off his

  heavy body armor, trying to get rid of the dwarves who were pulling at him. His horse lay on

  the ground, his body split in two.

  If Newton, who was sitting behind him, had not rolled over and pulled Lambert off his horse,

  our knight in waiting would have gone the same way and been a knight in waiting forever.

  'No, you mustn't go there! Newton shouted, his warhammer clutched tightly in his hand, still

  dripping with the blood of a giant he had just killed. But his eyes were fixed on the battle

  raging above the wall and he clearly wanted to go there and have a good time killing all

  around.

  "Why? Don't you want to get to the giants? ' Lambert took off the last piece of armor. The

  Stolen story; please report.

  heavy cavalry armor provided good protection, but it also greatly limited the wearer's ability

  to move. When equipped with a horse, Lambert was able to maneuver the horse instead of

  himself. But now the conversion of cavalry into infantry has greatly reduced its effectiveness,

  and if this heavy thing is still carried, it will change from infantry into turtles, and then into

  dead turtles...

  "Let go of your hand! I must go to the walls. I must defend this city! ' Lambert shouted. He

  tried to break free from the dwarf's tugs, but he didn't have Newton's strength.

  "You don't think I want to go down there and have a good kill? Newton released his grip and

  shouted back in a louder voice: "I've promised Vincent I'll take you out of there when the city

  can't defend!!"

  "Who says there's no hope for the city to defend? Aren't we still resisting?" Lambert looked

  angrily at the dwarves.

  "I am reckless, but I am not a fool." Newton brandished his warhammer. "I don't have the

  brains of a wizard, and I've just realized that the city can't hold. Vincent, you've known this for

  three days. How long on earth will it take you to understand this fact? '

  "No! I don't believe it! ' Lambert shook his head stubbornly.

  "Lambert! Listen to me! Newton practically yelled, "If you want to kill an enemy, you kill at the

  city gate! Go and help the men of Moonport retreat! That's what you should do!"

  Lambert paused for a moment. He looked at the fierce fighting still going on on the walls of

  the city. He looked at the burning, smoky city everywhere. Nodding toward Newton, they

  both ran toward the south gate of the city.

  The battle on the walls was also at a fever pitch by this time, and the pressure on the front

  line defence was increasing as Moonport City had become utterly powerless to stop the

  Giants' upward ascent. With the giants behind them no longer using the ability to throw

  stones and attacking on all fronts, the wall was already in danger.

  Sir Mond orders all his men to fall back under the wall, regroup and block the enemy's

  advance, while he remains at the city's edge, covering the young men.

  Although he was only facing giants this time, it was a far cry from the dragons he had fought

  before. But for the first time in his life he was so excited in battle. The hands that wielded the

  great sword seemed to have gained infinite strength. With each stroke came a thunderous

  break in the sky; Each time, they cut off the enemy as easily as tofu; And with each cut, the

  blood of the knights of Mond boiled one more point.

  He felt that this was the way to forever brandishing his sword, as long as he could keep the

  giants from the wall, as long as he could let the young soldiers behind him live more, as long

  as he could let the residents of the city escape more, that is, to die with the sword, he would

  be worth it in his life.

  Retreating soldiers, looking back, could see Mond bathed in a golden halo, a milky light

  shining through the black smoke above the battlefield, shining on the knight. It was a blessing

  from heaven, a blessing from God of Light, my child. Ever since, all Greafury paladins have

  considered it the highest honor of their lives to receive this halo blessing.

  But just having the confidence to win, and having a strong fighting force, is far from enough

  to tilt the balance of victory back in Moon Harbor's favor. The last weapon of the giants, the

  giant king of the Ridge Mountains, the Frost Giant charged forward from the rear of their

  attack.

  Their arrival shattered the defenses of the wall. The mere presence of them made an

  unquenchable chill sink to the bone, paralyze every inch of muscle, and dull even the mind,

  as if frozen in ice.

  In their hands were huge axes made of ice, crushing the proud walls of Moonport City. Under

  constant trebuchet attacks, the stone walls had become very fragile. As long as the giants hit

  them hard, the force of the ice would Pierce the cracks in the stones, and the whole wall would

  be reduced to rubble.

  The smoke cleared and nothing but the towering figures of the Frost giants could be seen

  above the rubble. There was nothing to separate them from the bustling city, and Moonport

  City was like a Suckling pig, roasted well, placed in front of a crowd of evil spirits.

  The knights of Mond, with their golden radiance, disappeared in the smoke of the falling walls,

  never to be seen again.

  Winter brought by the giants came early to Moonhaven. For the fleeing humans, the winter

  in Moonport City may not end, it will slowly freeze the victorious confidence in the hearts of

  every holy Greafury resident.

  This war has just begun, and the cold winter may slowly freeze the whole human world.