The first wave of siege alone lasted nearly a morning, and thousands of soldiers of the Third Corps paid more than 2,000 casualties before approaching the 300-meter range of Otis City.

And that's just the battle between the West Gate and the North Gate, the situation at the East Gate and the South Gate, which were initiated by the Lion Legion, was even more intense and changeable.

Among the lion legions under Prince Kensel, there are no aces or miscellaneous cards, almost all of them are trump cards.

The same nearly 10,000 Lion Legionnaires were sent by Prince Kensel as the vanguard, and the more elite Lion Legionnaires did not do much better than the Eagle Legion.

It may be that the king of Charlot is standing at the south gate, and the magic cannon on this gate has not stopped firing since the beginning. Every time a pillar of light representing death passes through, it can always suppress a small wave of offensive momentum.

Prince Kensel, who was watching the front line from afar, clenched his palms, and there was really nothing Prince Kensel could do about this kind of Charlotte's ace. Faustin's military power is indeed stronger than Charlotte's, but his magical power has always been in the middle of the pack. Not to mention the magic cannon, it is an ordinary magic equipment, and it is also an extremely expensive item in Faustin.

"It's a pity that several top powerhouses have been restricted from shooting. Prince Kensel said in a low voice, "Otherwise, a few squads of sharp knives can be formed." "In addition to the magic cannon, there are too many trebuchets and other equipment on the head of Otis City, which makes Faustin's side feel that they are not fighting people, but a pile of military equipment.

So far, Faustin's side has lost thousands of casualties, but they can't even get up to Charlotte's gates, and Charlotte's losses will be almost zero. Only a few unlucky ones were shot by stray arrows from under the city.

Although the battle loss ratio between the two sides is extremely large, neither Prince Kensell nor the Marquis of Mammon on the other side is in a hurry.

As long as the vanguard can hold up, the follow-up soldiers will avoid most ranged attacks once they are pressed.

There were many discerning people on the battlefield, especially spies from various countries, and many of them found out that Faustin's side had suffered heavy losses at this time, but as long as they approached the walls of Charlotte, the situation would be unpredictable.

Charlotte also has a lot of capable people, not to mention others, at this time, Marquis Philip has already stood in front of his king: "Your Majesty, please retreat!" Marquis Philip said without humility or arrogance.

However, King Charlotte, who had a fire in his heart, did not want to listen to the advice of the Marquis of Philip at all, and just now there were also attendants who begged him to retreat to the palace, but he ignored it. He was going to watch Charlotte's sons resist the Faustinians.

"Send Your Majesty back to the palace!" Marquis Philip did not continue to talk nonsense, and directly shouted loudly, and ordered the attendants beside the king.

A whole group of guards of the Charlotte Kingdom appeared, and several civil officials who looked like attendants dragged the king's arm and pulled them down the city.

"You dare?!" King Charlotte shouted as he was pulled down by his attendants, "I'm going to remove you from your post as Minister of War!"

Although King Charlotte is not a great man, he can be regarded as a wise king. But now that the two countries are at war, the powerless king stands here, and can do nothing but inspire a part of the momentum.

If His Majesty were to be hit by Faustin's stray arrows, it would be a big problem. I'm afraid that the Charlotte soldiers defending the city will collapse in an instant.

In addition, Marquis Philip couldn't stand it even more because the magic guide troops were crazy to vent cannonballs as if they didn't want money. Magic crystal cannonballs, to be honest, most of them were accumulated little by little by Marquis Philip with his own family funds, this marquis is not good at military affairs, it does not mean that this marquis does not understand military affairs at all.

It is said that shopping malls are like battlefields, and this famous 'God of Wealth' who crisscrosses countries also has his own part of his understanding of war. Now that the battle has just begun, the finale of the magic cannon has already been used, and the shell reserve is decreasing at a visible rate. This is extremely abnormal.

Several times he tried to remind the Wizard Force to save some ammunition, but each time the words came to his lips, he swallowed.

Without him, His Majesty was dancing with joy when he saw the magic guide troops in full swing. This even more exciting magic guide troops frantically opened fire on the Forstein soldiers under the city.

Philip was Charlotte's military minister at this time, and Charlotte's system was very strange, although the king was by his side, but the military struggles were all in charge of the military minister, and even the king could not intervene.

Of course, this is rare, and no one will sit idle and disobey the king's orders.

This time, Marquis Philip really can't stand it, anyway, now there is only one city left in Charlotte, and since this Marquis Philip is staying in the city, he has to do something.

As the 'three pillars' of Charlotte, the other two marquis sacrificed their lives for the country, it is impossible to say that Marquis Philip has no ideas, everyone has blood. The Marquis of Philip did not want to be exhumed from the grave by the remnants of Charlotte after his own death.

"Magic cannons have been reduced in frequency!" Marquis Philip began to command the gates.

"The oil is all brought up, ready at any time!"

"Wood and rolling stones, hurry! Let the militia hurry. ”

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In addition to the Marquis Philip, some young nobles who had the ambition to serve the country in Charlotte all went to the city and ordered the defense of the city.

Most of the upper nobles had taken refuge in the palace with His Majesty the King, and now it belonged to them, young nobles with strong blood.

The moment the magic cannon fire on the head of the city of Otis weakened, the Marquis of Mammon and Prince Kensel discovered the situation for the first time.

"Good fellow, I finally know how to save!" the corners of Marquis Mammon's mouth arced.

"Let the rest of the soldiers of the Third Legion press all up!" ordered Marquis Mammon to one of the heralds beside him.

"Fourth Corps Ready!" the order was given in an orderly manner.

Each corps is equipped with a corresponding number of magicians, so most of the orders on the battlefield at this time rely on magic. Every order is given and will reach the front line with extremely fast delivery.

Sure enough, at this time, the large army belonging to Faustin's side changed, except for another wave of soldiers rushing towards the city of Otis, and at least one corps of soldiers was divided, ready to follow.

The same is true for Prince Kensale, whose soldiers are far more elite than the Eagle Legion. There are no miscellaneous cards or trump cards here, and almost every wave of attack is an all-out attack.

If it weren't for the fact that Charlotte had placed enough magic cannons at the South and East Gates and released them the most frequently, the defense on his side would have been much more difficult.

The remaining soldiers of the Third Corps had also rushed forward, and the soldiers of the Third Corps of the Eagle Legion, which were full of 10,000 people, were sprinkled outside the two gates northwest of Otis City in just one morning.

The war has become white-hot, with the close proximity of Faustin's soldiers to the city walls, the archers belonging to Faustin's side can also exert their abilities, in addition, more and more siege equipment attacks have also reached the head of the city of Otis.

After all, the space that the Ironclad Praetorian Guard can protect is limited, and it cannot be done in every way, and the casualties of the Charlotte defenders are beginning to occur.

Gradually, some of Faustin's soldiers had reached the bottom of the walls, the ladders were in place, and some anxious soldiers had begun to climb the walls.

"Boiling oil, pour it on!" shouted the non-commissioned officer of the Charlot garrison on the rampart.

Faustin's soldiers were still climbing the ladders and waiting under the city walls, and some fire oil was poured on their heads, but the Faustin soldiers below who had not had time to climb to the top of the city were miserable. The fire is hot, not to mention being poured on the head, even if it is stuck to the skin by oil droplets, it can burn a big blister.

In just an instant, the screams on the ladder and under the city wall were one after another, and countless Faustin soldiers were burned with fire oil and even their faces fell off, revealing a blur of flesh and white bones, and their appearance was so miserable that no one could see it.

This is not over, after seeing that all the fire oil has been poured down, the young noble generals of Charlot on the city wall continue to give orders, and some of them leaned out of the tower with half their bodies, and shouted by their necks: "Put the rocket, get some oil!"

With the order of the commander, the defenders of Charlot lit the pruning one after another, and for a while, rockets were shot on the city wall.

As the rocket fell, the border city suddenly turned into a sea of fire, followed by a terrible scream.

The Forstein soldiers, who had not been touched by the oil or had been burned tightly, were in the midst of the fire, and they were burned all over the body, screaming so fiercely that even the Charlottes on the city walls felt creepy, and the air was filled with the smell of charred foxes.

Most of the Charlottes on the walls were recruits and militias organized in the city, and many of them had seen such a tragic scene for the first time.

The Marquis of Mammon and Prince Kensel, staring at the changes on the city walls in the distance, their faces were immovable. As if the soldiers who were being killed and wounded were insignificant.

The Charlottes on the city walls were still panicked, and it was not that the soldiers of the Faustin Eagle Legion and the Lion Legion fought bravely, but that they were just a group of new soldiers. People's fears are contagious, and many of Charlotte's veterans, in this atmosphere, also became panicked.

"Fourth Corps!"

"Second Corps!" The Marquis of Mammon and Prince Kensel, who were on the brink of war, immediately gave the order to continue the attack.

With the soldiers of two more corps on Faustin's side, a total of more than 20,000 troops, the bloody battle on the head of the city of Otis was even more anxious.

The sun was setting, and before I knew it, it was already afternoon.

The clouds in the sky had mostly dispersed, and a blood-red sunset shot down, and tonight was destined to be a night of killing.

The siege continued, and against the Faustan soldiers, the battle lasted day and night.

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