Fort Marsi, located on the eastern border of the province of Kodor and bordering the province of Lucesern, is located in the foothills of the mountains, connecting the north and south of Kodor, overlooking the entire central plain of Kodor.

Silk, spices, gold, jewels and other valuable goods from all countries of the world to Lombardy were transported by sea to the southern border of Códor through the northern trade route of Provence to Sapbourg, and then through the western trade route of the province of Codor from south to north, all the way to the Saône, and then to the Kingdom of France to the west, or to the court of Besançon in the east, for the luxury of the noble lords of those prosperous places.

In this sense, although it is located in the foothills, Fort Marsi is also a major castle on the north-south trade route of the province of Codor due to its heavy garrison.

As the choke point of the important trade routes in the western part of the country, which was covered with gold and silver, and where goods from the north and south were gathered and circulated to various places, Fort Marci was also considered a prosperous place (certainly not on the same level as the great city of the plains like Kodor). The city was also home to shops, taverns, inns for traders and hawkers who traveled from north to south, and, of course, the Moulin Rouge for lonely men.

Even the main road in the city is paved with a layer of polished and smooth stones, which shows the solidity of Marcy.

But today, Fort Marcy is in ruins, with only a few remote corners surviving the war......

The roofs of the houses near the edge of the city walls had already been smashed by the boulders that flew during the siege, and the beams and planks that supported the roofs were scattered and broken. The battlements of the South Gate and the North Gate, which had been stormed by the Wells Legion, had also collapsed in several places, and the Welsh Legion soldiers were trying to repair the city before the enemy forces attacked the city in Kodor.

Standing on the highest southern city wall, half of the houses and the granary in the northeast corner of Fort Marcy have long been charred black, wisps of black smoke are still emitting in some places, and the air is still filled with a pungent smell......

And all this is thanks to the leading baron who was once beaten by the Welsh legion and killed himself with his sword. At the last moment of the destruction of Fort Marssy, he ordered the soldiers who had already arranged for all parts of the city to burn down the granaries, baggage, and wooden houses sprinkled with fire oil. All that was left to the Welsh Regiment were dilapidated buildings and enough food and grass to last less than three months.

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In the streets and alleys of Fort Marsey, the Welsh legionnaires came and went, some holding each other and limping towards the barracks where their flag team was resting, under the guidance of the baggage soldiers.

There are also patrol soldiers everywhere, who have to search for the enemy soldiers of Kodor hiding in the houses, and on the other hand, they have to maintain order in Fort Marssy, after all, they have just captured Fort Marssy, not only to restrain the legionnaires from harassing the people and robbing the inhabitants of their goods, but also to establish their authority in front of the inhabitants of Fort Marssi, so that they will give up their useless resistance.

The surviving residents of Fort Marsey poked their dirty heads out of their broken windows and looked around, desperate to know if this damn war was over and if the bloodied soldiers would kill.

But there is a kind of people who are never afraid of war, and it seems that there is always something shining in their eyes that is more worthy of cherishing than life.

The daring peddlers began hawking in the streets as soon as the Welsh Legion had conquered Fort Marssy. They have long been accustomed to war and do not fear for their personal safety at all, after all, where there are soldiers, there is money to be made......

In the row of shops in the city of Fort Marsey, which leads from the south gate to the north gate, a tavern sign that was originally located in the middle of the gate is now sandwiched between two large stones, standing at the door of the tavern on the left side of the road, and passers-by can see it at a glance.

"Ouch, knights, please come in, please come in."

A fat woman who looked like the wife of a shopkeeper saw three soldiers wearing half-chain mail, cowhide boots, short swords at their waists, and half-helmets approaching the tavern from the south side of the road, trotting all the way towards a few people, and stretched out their hands to beckon them in.

"Sit down, three adults," said the fat woman, pulling out the bench next to the table and beckoning them to sit down. The attitude is very polite.

"A barrel of beer first, then a stew, hurry, we're starving." A soldier who had just sat down commanded impatiently.

"Okay, okay, please wait a few adults, the horse will come, the horse will come." The fat woman walked towards the curtain behind the counter.

These three guys were actually just light infantry of the Welsh Legion, but they were well armoured, so it wasn't the first time they had heard someone call them "Lord Knight", and they didn't bother to correct them in front of these untouchables.

After the capture of Fort Marsey by the Wells Corps, the commander ordered the soldiers to clear the remnants of the enemy and immediately began to rest, and the soldiers and officers who had made meritorious contributions also received the first battle rewards.

These soldiers fought valiantly during the attack on the South Gate, killing one enemy soldier each, so that each of them received a reward of one hundred and fifty pfennigh upon completion of the battle mission.

In recent days, due to the march and fighting, I have eaten hard bread every day, and I have to drink a few sips of water before I can swallow it. Now that they have finally captured Fort Marsy and have won the reward, of course they can't wait to find a surviving tavern in the city to have a good meal and drink.

"Come, brothers, a toast! It's not easy to survive, for the victory, for the dead brothers, cheers! As soon as the beer arrived, a burly soldier couldn't wait to beckon the other two to drink.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

The other two also raised their wooden cups full of low-quality beer and poured them down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, here comes the stew you wanted." After the three of them had a few glasses of inferior beer, the tavern fat woman brought the horse meat stew (apples, plums) in the wooden barrel. These guys, who hadn't touched meat for a long time, reached out and scooped the stew from the bucket into the wooden plate in front of them, and ate it with a puff, enjoying the long-lost beer and meat feast, and enjoying the comfortable time after the catastrophe......

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At the head of the south wall of Fort Marsey, Flag Captain Rig was taking his two henchmen, Squadron Leader Hans and Squad Leader Burry, the three of them were ordered by the Chinese army to inspect the camp and repair the gaps and holes that had been smashed by the boulders.

In the first battle of the West City raid, Hans and Bury fought bravely and performed well. Bury even chased an escaped Kodor soldier with his bleeding arm in the battle, until the Kodor soldier knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but this prisoner-born guy did not have the consciousness to disarm and not kill, so he raised his hand to end the life of the Kodor soldier.

As the flag captain of Hans and Burry, Rig took this to heart. When Otto instructed the captains of the banners to lead their men to inspect and repair the ruined walls, the first thing that came to Rig's mind was these two guys, first, to connect with them, and second, to sum up the experience of the battle. On top of that, Rig & Gray is used to letting these two reliable guys always be by his side.

"Burry, how's the hand?" asked Rig to Burry, who was following him.

"Sir Rig, I'm fine, it's just a skin injury, just wrap it in linen, you see, the blood is gone." Burry looked at his shoulders wrapped in linen and said nonchalantly, for Burry, who had been a butcher and a prisoner, this little injury was nothing at all.

"In the raid on Xicheng, both of you performed very well, and I have already reported your exploits to the command camp alone." Rig stroked his sword in his right hand and walked in the direction of the watchtower.

"Really, sir," Burry hurried after him.

Hans was also smiling.

"Can we be promoted, then?" asked Burry.

Seeing this, Hans, who was walking aside, quickly pulled Rapery's sleeve and pulled it to make Burry scream.

"What's wrong," Rig turned around and glanced at the small movements of the two behind him. I saw Burry covering his aching arm with his left hand.

"It's okay, it's okay, sir, we're having a good time." Hans replied quickly.

Rig is also a robber, and he knows the thoughts of the two guys in front of him. He raised his hand and took the fine wine from his waist and handed it to Burry, saying, "Drink some wine, it will relieve the pain." ”

Burry took the sac and gulped it up, causing the two Righans to laugh.

"I know your thoughts, but you also know that the Welsh Regiment has strict requirements for the selection of officers, and none of the current officers are outstanding in battle. This expedition is full of the elite of the Wells Legion, and if you want to become a real officer directly, I am afraid that your current combat achievements will not be enough. ”

Hansbury's faces darkened with excitement.

"But," Rig continued, "you have this military achievement, and as long as you do more in the next battle, I will recommend you to stay in the officer academy for a while when you return to the valley, and it will not be a problem to be promoted to the rank of squadron leader after you come out." ”

The two looked at each other, and Hans looked expectant, but Burry's eyes were as big as bells.

"Burry, you kid is so desperate to chase and kill that Kodor soldier just so that you can kill a few more enemy soldiers so that you can be promoted to the rank of honor in the future." Rig patted Burry on the shoulder.

Burry scratched his head and laughed, "Of course, Captain Banner can become a trainee knight, that's a real knight master!" But do you have to go to the officer academy? ”

"The flag captain must come from the officer academy, and at least pass the literacy assessment, which is a rule set by the adults themselves."

Burry's eyebrows were squeezed together, "That~~ Forget it~ I'd better exchange military merits for rewards, the wooden bench in the officer academy has spikes, and I feel unbearable pain in my butt as soon as I sit down~"

"Hahaha......"

"Hahaha......"

Rig and Hans listened to Burry's words and looked up and laughed.

"Alright, let's go to the north wall."

As the sun sets, Fort West Marsi is shrouded in gold. The first three shadows of the south wall walked slowly along the battlements towards the north gate......