Damn, that's too much of a coincidence.

He has been on duty for so long that he does not dare to leave lightly for a moment, and Akmaiser will not come to attack.

I followed Sean to the military staff, and it didn't take more than half an hour before and after, and I called here?

You can't get along with him, right?

"That's too much of a coincidence, isn't it?" Sean couldn't help but exclaim, if he hadn't crossed the military staff on a whim, he would have witnessed the first wave of Axmeiser's siege by now.

"Let's go and have a look. Sean said to the staff officers led by Kelman.

"It's good to see the real war scene, it's more convenient for us to make a battle plan in the future, after all, it's just a bunch of numbers and sand tables, and the feeling is not so deep. Kelman couldn't help but say something, but the rest of the words were swallowed back into his stomach.

The old wave of military staff officers who grew up with the Eternal Night Army Leader have more or less gone through the baptism of war, but most of these new promotions have been admitted after studying in the military academy for several years.

As a result, this wave of young military staff officers has a common problem, that is, they have excellent theoretical knowledge and little actual combat experience, and in the eyes of these veteran staff officers, Kelman will inevitably fall under the impression that they are high-eyed and low-handed.

Kelman really wanted to suggest to Sean that these young military staff officers should be sent to the army for a few years as marching staff officers before being transferred back to headquarters.

However, in this way, it is inevitably a little too offensive, and even if it is mentioned, it should be mentioned in private.

What's more, he knows more or less about Sean's difficulties, it's not that he doesn't understand this truth, it's just that the Eternal Night Army Leader is not talented enough now, so he can only pull out the general.

As more and more battles took place, and more marching staff officers were trained, there was no need for Kelman's advice at all, and the pattern would naturally change.

After all, the internal competition within the Eternal Night Military Leader is still quite fierce, and it is natural that they will be replaced by others if they do not progress.

Besides, people will always improve.

Those who can be admitted to the Military Staff Headquarters are definitely a temporary choice, and if they are given certain opportunities for growth, maybe many of them will shine with a different light.

Sean led a group of eager young staff officers out of the office building of the Military Staff.

Martial law had begun on the streets, and groups of soldiers were shuttling and converging in the direction of the city walls.

However, this kind of martial law is obviously a performance of official duties.

Brother Port was not even built, except for the port and related defense facilities, all that remained were military camps and a few lonely core buildings, and the rest were large open spaces, and there were no aborigines at all.

Compared to those soldiers of the eternal night who were in a hurry and looked nervous.

Although these staff officers led by Sean did not talk or laugh, they also looked around frequently, observing the actions of those soldiers of the eternal night.

By the time they reached the city walls, the siege had not yet begun.

Sieges, especially those where the defenders are prepared, are a troublesome affair.

Raids or something, it doesn't work at all.

After all, a twenty-meter-wide moat and a six- or seven-meter-high city wall are not decorations, even if the champion knight wants to climb up, it will take a little effort, not to mention those ordinary soldiers and farmers, who must use large siege tools to do so.

If you want to transport large siege equipment to the city, it will take a lot of effort, and the defensive equipment and bows and arrows of the defender are not vegetarian.

This siege can be seen even by a farmer who knows nothing about the art of war and strategy, and this is a temptation.

Because those siege workers did not even bring large siege equipment, they rushed up with simple shields.

No, there were only a few people with improvised shields, and most of them rushed up with their bare hands and carrying a sack on their backs.

These people are not even soldiers, they are simply crocodile civilians who have been driven away.

Even from miles away, they could hear the fierce threats and cries of the Kingsley soldiers.

"Rush forward, rush forward, retreat to death, run to the city, throw the sacks in your hands into the moat, and you will have completed your mission. ”

"Complete the task and come back alive, a piece of bread per person! Cheap you bastards! Hurry up and rush me!"

"Do you hear that the retreater is dead, you still dare to rub it for me, the archers prepare, in a minute, shoot a volley of arrows, run, run quickly, otherwise you will all die!"

"Ten, nine, eight...... Three, two, one, archers, shoot!"

With an order, a row of arrows fell, nailing the crocodile people in the back row, regardless of whether they were really unwilling to rush forward, or were stopped by the people in front of them, and had no chance to rush forward.

From beginning to end, the Kingsley soldiers did not treat them as people, but as a group of pigs who stepped on thunder, no matter how much they died, they would not feel distressed, anyway, there were friendly troops searching the world on the West Bank, not to mention, people are creatures that are more tenacious than cockroaches many times.

The west bank, which had been burned by the swamp fire for a whole week, thought that there was no one left, so they sent troops to sweep back and forth here, and after a month, nearly 30,000 people were collected, and this is not the end of the work, and when all the sweeps are completed, 50,000 or 60,000 people should be no problem.

I don't know where they hid in the swamp fire when there was a swamp fire before?

But no one cares.

Because the good fortune of these people has come to an end, the chances of them surviving this war are slim, and even if they don't die at the hands of their own people, they can't escape the clutches of the Kingsley family.

Bivis is one of them, but he is only a native of the Swamp of Despair, not a member of the Elder Council of the Crocodile, or more precisely, their village is not on the list of the Council of Elders, commonly known as the Wildlings.

Their village is located in such a remote area that even crocodiles rarely set foot in normal times, and their people have lived a self-sufficient and isolated life until then.

The weather changes in the Desperate Swamp in recent years have also had an impact on their villages, because the land is sparsely populated and the hunting area is large, and there is not as much pressure as the densely populated area.

Even the swamp fires that enveloped the west bank of the Swamp of Despair had little impact on their lives.

No matter how small the west bank of the Despair Swamp is, it is forty or fifty kilometers from east to west, and two or three hundred kilometers from north to south.

Even with the human factor, biogas is unlikely to flood the entire West Bank of the Desperate Swamp.

The previous swamp fires enveloped the entire west bank of the Desperate Swamp, which is definitely an exaggerated adjective to the extreme, and the actual enveloping range, not to mention one hundredth, one thousandth is remarkable, and it is mainly concentrated along the lines of the battle between the Kingsley family and the crocodile people, and the swamp fires that were brought up in other areas are scattered and scary, and the impact on the people who live in them is not so great.

Due to their isolation from the world and the lack of information, before the Kingsley family's search team found them, not to mention the Kingsley family, the Eternal Night Commander, and even the Crocodile Elders' Council, they only existed in distant legends and had never really seen them.

So, when the Kingsley family's search team stormed their village like robber butchers, and went on a killing spree, the people of Beavis were unprepared.

Under the persecution of the butcher's knife, the young man, who was dominated by fear, had to choose to give in like the rest of his clan.

Then it was a drive, driving them like two-legged pigs, giving them only a pitiful amount of food and water every day.

Listening to those experienced crocodile people, those Jinsi Raiders did this, in addition to saving supplies, it was also more convenient to control them, and they would not have the strength to run at that time, let alone resist.

Moreover, in the face of hunger, people will lose many things, and the first thing to lose is often dignity.

At first, the young Bivis scoffed at the claim.

How can human dignity be lost so easily, not given by others, but by one's own?

He was filled with anger and contempt for the crocodiles who groveled to the size of a baby's palm, and to the Kingsley soldiers.

Although he did not identify with the concept of crocodiles, the same situation and hostility towards the Kingsley soldiers resonated with him, and he naturally turned his heart towards those who were also driven.

Especially those Kingsley soldiers, the biggest daily entertainment is to use the leftovers of their own food to lure those crocodiles, and fight like mad dogs, which makes him even more angry, eager to tear open the chests of those soldiers to see if their hearts are black?

Everyone is a person with a head, two arms, and two legs, and even if there is a difference in language, you don't have to treat it like an animal.

When I saw that scene for the first time, the impact on this young man, who had never left his home twenty kilometers away, can be imagined.

He couldn't hold back the hot blood in his chest anymore, and rushed out screaming.

If it hadn't been for the older crocodile holding him down, Bigvis wouldn't have had a chance to stand here, and would have been slashed to death by the Kingsley soldiers.

Even so, a whip and days of hunger were indispensable.

The old crocodile told him that the Kinsley soldiers were boiling slaves, and their dignity was being lost little by little, and they were numb to life, making them full of despair about life, and it was more convenient to drive them to the battlefield.

More precisely, it had always been the old crocodile who had been a bit of a talker, and Bivis had only listened passively, his heart was filled with anger at that time, and he didn't want to communicate with anyone at all, especially those who groveled to the Kingsley soldiers, and the older crocodile was the best of them.

He may have been a wise man and knew a lot, but he was an out-and-out coward, and he had no backbone at all in front of the Kingsley soldiers.

At least until he died, Bivis had always thought so, and at that time, he didn't know that there was a term in this world called forbearance.

It wasn't until they crossed the Danube that the old crocodile secretly told him that this was their last and best chance of escape.

Bivis's consternation can be imagined.

Unfortunately, Bivis did not wait for the opportunity to escape, as the unknown elder crocodile had been betrayed by a traitor before the escape plan could be launched, and was betrayed by his humiliating and desperate tribesmen who wanted to save him.

He was brutally crucified on the side of the road by Kingsley's soldiers, and it was said that he would not die immediately, but that what awaited him would be days, if not weeks, of exposure to the sun, hunger, thirst and starvation, and death in untold pain and remorse.

Obviously, the Kingsley soldiers used him to warn the battlefield cannon fodder who were being driven behind.

The term cannon fodder on the battlefield was, of course, also told to Bivis by the elder crocodile tribesmen.

This is an incomparably cruel and incomparably vivid lesson, which makes Bevis fully aware of the sinister human heart, and when the human heart is dark, it is more cruel and undisciplined than any beast.

Bivis's greatest regret was that he did not ask his name during his lifetime, and the other crocodiles who had been favored by him did not know his name, but at most called him lame old man or lame uncle, because one of his legs was lame.

As he drifted along, Bivis slowly became numb.

However, it is not the heart that is numb, but the body, and only in this way can we survive countless days and nights of hunger, cold, pain, and exhaustion.

After being driven to the Kingsley family camp outside Brother's Harbor, a hellish life awaited them.

It's not just hunger and cold, it's endless hard labor.

Most of the chores such as digging soil, burying piles, felling, transporting timber, etc., are done by them.

The Kingsley family really didn't treat them as human beings, and didn't care about their lives or deaths, and many crocodiles who were also driven did it, so they fell to the ground and never got up again.

The Kingsley family soldiers didn't care at all, and directly sent someone to drag them into the corpse pit and throw them down.

At the beginning, I was worried about the spread of the plague, so I sent someone to bury a layer of soil on them, and as the weather turned cold, I even saved this effort and let the corpses pile up layer by layer.

Since three days ago, the attitude of the Kingsley soldiers has changed 180 degrees, not only no longer driving them over, but also giving them a few half-full meals.

But no one would be grateful, because even the inexperienced knew that it was not the Kingsleys who had suddenly become kind, but that the siege was about to begin, and those few meals were used to buy their lives.

It's time for them to officially fulfill their fate as cannon fodder.

Like the rest of the crocodiles, Bivis was reluctant to do so, but under the threat of death, he still had to start wriggling in the direction of the brother port.

"What are you waiting for, run!"

Some of them, having gone a little distance, immediately threw away their sacks full of sand and ran wildly, but not towards the brother port, but towards the Danube or the Bashu River, hoping to escape from the clutches of the Kingsleys.

"Idiot!"

Beavis cursed inwardly, and instead of running after them, he shrank back into the crowd, not only carrying the sack on his back tighter, but also picking up an abandoned sack of sand from the ground and putting it on his head.

Although this has increased the weight on his body by dozens of kilograms, it is nothing compared to his own life.

Of course, Bivis is not numb and has no heart to escape, but he has fully understood the murder and cunning of the Kingsley family.

How could there be no preparation for such a situation?

Even if it is to escape, it is not now, how far away from the camp is this, and running around casually is self-defeating.

Sure enough, those who threw away their sacks and fled, before they could run far, were nailed to the ground by countless arrows, still coming from the Kingsley family army behind them, and those vicious voices were still roaring.

"Death to those who retreat, death to those who flee without permission!"

"I advise you not to mess around, when the time comes, not only will you die, but your people will also be killed by you, you have only one choice, rush forward, throw the sack into the moat, even if you complete the task, don't force yourself to die. ”

Bows and arrows are cold, and spears are everywhere.

Those crocodiles who were driven away had no second choice but to rush towards Brother Port with heavy steps.

Looking at their appearance, they can't run even if they want to, not only because they are carrying heavy sacks, but also because they can't eat enough for a long time and their bodies are weak.

The ferocity of the Kingsley family has shattered their hope of escape, and they can only hope that the same clan on the opposite wall will open the net.

It is said that the magnificent wall on the opposite side is the sister port built by the Eternal Night Warlord and the Crocodile people.

The reason why it is named Brother Port is to witness the beginning of the two sides as brothers, and at the same time, it also represents the feelings of both sides like brothers.

They should be looking at the crocodile people for the sake of the crocodile, and open the net, right?