Middleton has been irritated lately, he is Earl Ian's personal bodyguard, and a few days ago he noticed that the Earl's appearance is not normal.

For example, the face is bloodless, the movements are rigid and stiff, the spirit is sluggish, etc., it looks like a marionette.

Earl Ian didn't do anything other than eat and sleep, not even his favorite singer didn't summon the acolyte, as if he were a completely different person.

Although it was clear that the Earl was a good guy with a good face, this time it became a little too thorough.

So Middleton told his colleagues what he had discovered, and they all found the same, and they unanimously agreed that Earl Ian was ill.

Out of faithfulness, Middleton wanted to call the physician and the priest to come and see him.

However, what he didn't expect was that his actions successfully aroused the earl's disgust, and the other party called him a transgressor and a disobedient person, and then demoted him from a pro-army guard to a big soldier, and put him at the west gate to guard the city wall.

Middleton was depressed, and it seemed that his worries were unnecessary, after all, the Earl's mind was still so unpredictable.

But it's better to defend the walls than to lose your job.

Now that the demons are raging and the food stored in the city is seriously insufficient, the food rationing system has been implemented since the beginning of the year, and it is better to be a soldier and earn more rations for the family than to starve.

Thinking so, Middleton braced up his tired body and prepared to go to the sentry duty.

At this time, the three horns of the change of defense had already been blown, and the others had already finished changing the guard, only he was still yawning and walking unhurriedly.

As a former lord's pro-army, he still has this preferential treatment.

The morning sun shone on the walls of the city, and Middleton walked up the stairs to the gate with a tired face, his eyes half-squinted, his back to the dawn and stretching his somewhat stiff limbs.

The crisp morning breeze on his cheeks lifted his spirits.

Middleton had just shown a relaxed expression, and when he opened his eyes again, he was stunned by the sight outside the city.

His face turned pale suddenly, and his mouth opened wide, as if he had seen some incredible scene.

His throat rolled hard, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

It wasn't until the frightened shouts of his companions came from the side that he suddenly let out a terrifying cry as if he was thawing: "The armies of the Earls of Meredith and Duke Duncan are about to attack!"

He shouted and rushed to the big clock in the watchtower, and then the alarm bell echoed in Ignaz like a raindrop.

The war is finally about to begin, and the torment of these days will finally come to fruition.

After the alarm bell sounded, the defenders who had just changed their guard ran back again, and when they saw the scene outside the city, the exhaustion of their bodies disappeared directly, and they couldn't help but feel frightened.

In the open field on the western outskirts of the city, dozens of infantry phalanxes suddenly poured out, with three rows in front and back, each row of eighteen phalanxes, and each phalanx had a total of ninety people, which was nearly five thousand people.

Each infantry phalanx was equipped with siege equipment, including ladders, carts, trebuchets, battering rams, and many other things they didn't recognize.

Behind the infantry phalanx was the long snake formation of musketeers, a total of twenty men, a total of 2,000 men, whose role was only to suppress the fire at the head of the city, so that the infantry phalanx could enter the city and fight.

Then there were the cavalry, which were arranged in two horizontal columns, and the ranks were so tight that even then the ranks stretched for two kilometers.

This arrangement is only convenient for attacking the city after breaking the city, and preventing unnecessary casualties caused by the blocking of the city gate.

At the rear were the artillery units, which, as previously deployed, were used to carry out covering bombardment of the defenders at the very beginning of the war.

The southern and northern cities are also in the same configuration, with swords like forests and banners covering the sky.

Of course, in addition to these troops in the open place, six hundred griffin knights were also ready for battle, each of them carrying a large number of alcohol-fired bombs, and only waiting for an order to burn the city in front of them to ashes.

Renard would not proclaim his mercy with the lives of his soldiers, so he made up his mind before launching an attack, and was prepared to bear infamy and blood debts.

The defenders of Ignaz City were already frightened and their legs weakened, and the herald scurried around the city walls in a panic, shouting as he ran: "Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle! Your lord has an order!

Fortunately, these defenders have also fought with the demons for many years, and they still have the courage, and they quickly calmed down, and under the supervision of officers at all levels, they served the city crossbows and artillery, and prepared the fire oil and rolling wood and stones to defend the city.

However, these things did not bring any sense of security to the inhabitants of the city, who only knew that the war was coming, and the great Governor Renard had led a large army to crusade against them.

The inhabitants have almost the same idea, which is to flee this place of right and wrong.

The East Gate was the only place that was not surrounded, and the crowd began to converge uncontrollably towards the East Gate.

Ignaz had 150,000 or 60,000 inhabitants in the city, while the defenders numbered less than 5,000, most of whom were scattered in the northern, western, and southern cities, and the eastern city was guarded only by 800 old, weak, sick and disabled.

Even if there are less than twenty-three out of ten residents who want to flee here, there are still 20,000 or 30,000 people, and these old and weak soldiers can not stop it.

The corner gate was quickly breached, and the crowd swarmed out, and those who could not wait began to climb the wall, and then hung it down with their own ropes and rushed into the wilderness.

Because there were too many people, no matter how many shouts and curses the 800 old and weak soldiers were, they simply let it go.

While the inhabitants of the city were fleeing frantically, Count Ian, who had not been seen for a long time, suddenly appeared on the walls of the east gate, and said in a very infectious voice: "Do not be afraid, my people, victory and glory will be ours. ”

His voice was extremely magnetic, as if there was an inexplicable magic, and the rioting crowd quickly calmed down.

As if pleased with the performance of the crowd, Count Ian pointed to the city and said, "Now, obey my orders, and all go home and wait for the news of victory." ”

As the words fell, the crowd seemed to be pulled by something, and began to slowly turn back along the road from which they came.

The defenders on the city wall suddenly widened their eyes, not knowing when their lords had such great appeal.

Know that fear spreads and accumulates, and it is almost impossible to stop it when an escape erupts.

However, Earl Ian did it, and with just two simple sentences, he suppressed the fear in everyone's hearts and told them to go home honestly and wait for the news, which is a little untrue no matter how you look at it.

When the crowd under the city wall dispersed, Count Ian coldly dropped two sentences: "Guard this place well, and if anyone wants to escape, rectify the law on the spot." ”

With that, he drifted away, leaving behind a stunned crowd of soldiers.