Two miles south of Fort Marsey, smoke and fire had not yet been extinguished in a newly captured village, and it was evident that a battle of great intensity had just ended. There was no movement of any living people in the village, except for a dozen heavily armed guards and guards, patrolling or armed sentry posts.

In a relatively large and tidy mansion in the center of the village, busy people came and went, all dressed in gray-white tight-fitting burqas with swords and axes at their waists. In the hall in the middle of the mansion, Art was holding his chin beside the sand table and carefully studying the terrain of Kodor Province and the deployment of enemy troops.

Bishop Tignets and Advisor to the Legion of Wales, Robert, hurriedly walked into the hall in a brown monk's robe, "My lord, the secret message to the palace should have been sent to the palace by this time. Once we have captured the northern front of Fort Marssy, it is time for the Reconquises to attack with all their might. ”

Art withdrew his thoughts from the sandbox world and looked up at the newly dressed bishop, waiting for his next step.

"But not long ago, I heard that the court has been divided into two factions, and the voice of the lord and the faction is not small. If we are determined to take Fort Marssi and stand by for reinforcements, and the court and the Liberation Army do not move on the northern front, and then thousands of troops from the provinces of Kodor and Saône are overwhelmed, we will be in a ...... position."

"The Lord and Pie are all damned! When did you dare to try to demarcate the border? Robert slapped the wooden frame of the sandbox.

Art approached Robert around the edge of the sand table, "Robert, don't worry, the new monarch will not be swayed by the old school ministers in this matter, now the new monarch's recovery army has been infiltrated and controlled by the former Longxia army, as long as the new monarch does not want to reconcile, the recovery army will definitely attack in a big way." ”

Art tapped Robert on the shoulder in relief, "It just so happens that our new king is a man who will not sleep with his enemies. ”

"You ask the clerk to write a secret letter, and as soon as we capture Marsiburg, we will immediately send it to the Longxia Territory, and let the Longxia mountain people immediately present their troops to the border."

Robert nodded in response, but there was still a hint of worry in the corners of his eyes.

"Sentry officer! Sentry officer! Art shouted out the hall.

A guard officer with a sword and armor stepped in through the door, "Your Excellency! ”

"Send someone to Fort Marcy to see if the army is going on the offensive? How's the battle going? Fast horse returns. ”

............

Fort Marcy, war raging.

A siege machine, hurried day and night, was as weak as a child's plaything made of wood in front of Fort Marsey, which was steep and unusually strong.

A stone the size of a human head could not go over the wall under the projectile of a trebuchet, and it could only make a shallow scratch when it landed on the stone wall; The arrows fired from the back were also so weak as they flew over the long upward trajectory, and hundreds of arrows might have to stab an unlucky ghost dangling over a wall.

On the contrary, the occasional rain of stones and arrows that swooped down from the walls of Fort Marsey always brought down a few hard laborers, who should have been digging in their own land without wanting to be taken captive by a sudden army.

"This battle can't be fought! There's not even a breakthrough, and even if you fill in the head, you don't know where to go. The little officer, who was hiding behind the improvised trebuchet and carrying the shield to block the wall, turned his head and spat at the ground with a mouthful of thick phlegm, two servants had fallen in front of him, and the medical soldiers in the rear were dragging the wounded back to the rear for treatment under the cover of the shield soldiers.

Hans raised his foot and gently kicked the little officer, "Bury! Pay attention to your words, disturb the morale of the army before the battle, you have a few heads waiting to be chopped off! ”

After saying that, Hans slowly turned his head and glanced at the military sergeant holding the horn bow diagonally behind him, the iris shield fork spear on his chest meant that this was a sergeant at the level of a squad leader, and the white feather helmet and special quiver around his waist indicated his special status. Such military law sergeants have every flag team, and these sergeants who belong to the military law supervision team have only one task - to kill their own people.

The young military sergeant in Hans's diagonal rear was named Matthew, who had been transferred from the Guards, and was not very old but not small, and he was ruthless enough to the enemy and ruthless to his own people.

He stood at the rear of the battlefield, with a special arrow in his loins and a special arrow, which replaced the iron arrow with a cotton head dipped in red paint, but anyone who cowered in battle and charged unfavorably would be shot by this arrow, and when the battle was over, those who had red markings on these robes and did not make a military exploit were not happy, and the light ones were demoted to the rank and fine, and the heavy ones were directly beheaded.

However, from yesterday afternoon to this evening, the flames of Fort Marcy have been burning all night and day, but there has not been a single actual attack, so Matthew's quiver is still full.

Of course, Bury was not afraid of a guy who was a little smaller than himself, but he represented the law and order of the entire army, so Bury had to shut up, and then looked at the arrows that were fired from Fort Marsey from time to time with his shield on his head.

Suddenly, a long horn sounded.

"Going to attack? Isn't that too hasty? Now it's getting dark, how long can we fight? Besides, why do you have to wait for the captured laborers in the rear to build the battering towers and battering rams before attacking? Counting on us to carry a wooden ladder to attack the city~" Bury gasped, I'm afraid the chance of ending the battle alive is not much.

As soon as the complaining stopped, the herald of the company came to the front, "Everyone in the third banner team listens to the order!" Immediately withdraw to the rear formation, gather and prepare, and prepare to storm the northern city.

This time Hans and Bury were stunned, the south side of Marcy Fort was fairly flat and had a gentle slope to climb desperately, while the north side of the city was simply a steep cliff, and it was not possible to climb against the wall with a ladder.

"What's going on? Gathering troops to attack the northern city, isn't this sending people to death? What about Chief Rigg? Hans couldn't help but turn around and ask Captain Rig, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Brother Hans, this is a military order issued by Lord Wei Yu himself. Chief Rig has already arrived at Lord Wei Yu to accept the mission. ”

Although they were full of doubts, everyone did not dare to disobey in the slightest, and forty or fifty soldiers immediately began to assemble in the rear.

"Burry, give the shield to the second team, your team will be responsible for climbing the city ladder for a while, and the second team will cover you, the north wall is high and steep, and the city ladder is not so easy to climb, I am not at ease with the others." After the expansion of the army, Hans became a squadron leader under the Rig Banner, and Butcherbury also became the main battle squad leader of Hans's squadron.

"Rely on the ladder to attack the northern city, I really don't know whose order it is~" Bury muttered while returning the long sword to the sheath shield on his back, and beckoned the squad to carry the wooden ladder to retreat to the rear together.

...............

In the city of Fort Marsey, the atmosphere of war has burned to the extreme.

It was a dangerous place, but there had been no fighting in years, and even in the presence of a precipitous fortress that was easy to defend, the defenders of the castle were so nervous that in just one day they had already hurled countless arrows at the enemy troops outside the city......

Behind the arrows of the fort wall in the west of the city, Stanley, who had just put on a set of tattered cotton armor, led five men who looked like laborers to turn their heads to watch the battle in the south of the city, and the fireballs thrown by the crude trebuchets of the Welsh legion outside the city could occasionally fall over the towering fort wall and fall into the wooden hut behind the wall, smashing a hole, but it was difficult for the defenders to inflict more damage on the lack of strength. On the contrary, the fire oil clay pots and arrows thrown by the defenders of the city can make the besieging party's heart tremble every time.

"Thankfully, your lordship has planned the attack strategy early on, if we really hope to win the attack, we don't know how many corpses we will have to bury before we can open the door to Marcy." Oliver raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and not only because of the heat.

Stanley watched another oil clay pot being thrown by the trebuchet in the city to the main battlefield south of the city in an arc, and couldn't help but squirm his Adam's apple, "I don't know how many soldiers and brothers will suffer if this clay pot is thrown over." The Kodorians are not very good at fighting, but their ability to build forts is really powerful, and the advantage of such a high and dangerous castle is all on the side of the defender. ”

"Are you guys ready?" Stanley didn't have time to pay attention to the one-sided offensive in the south of the city, he had to focus on the west side, whether he could take Marcy Fort or not.

"Don't worry, the guys have been holding back for dozens of days, just for tonight's battle, and there will be no mistakes." Oliver's voice was extremely low.

Stanley glanced at the guards of the city next to him, who were separated by several of his own people, and turned his head to his ear: "I have to deal with the defenders at the head of the city, and the matter of the city gate will be handed over to you." Remember, you'll have to open the fort to me for Lord Ron, even if you're the last one to fight. ”

A few days ago, when the defenders of Fort Marcy received the warning of a sudden attack from the south, they were immediately in a panic, they had been guarding against the possibility of a surprise attack on Lucesinn's army through the dangerous mountain road, but they did not think that the enemy army had torn open the rift between the two southern border counties and was heading straight for them.

Rumor has it that the enemy army is burning and looting all the way, and the defenders of Fort Marssi gathered the people of the surrounding villages and manors into the city, and at the same time selected the best men from the city and issued simple weapons and armor as the peasants (militia) who defended the city.

After months of hard work in Marcy Castle, the laborers who sweated to fortify the city's defenses were of course also selected. A dozen laborers led by Stanley formed a garrison.

However, the commander of the garrison at Fort Marcy apparently had some brains, and he had heard of the intrigues of the Wells legion, and he feared that the enemy would take advantage of the chaos to infiltrate the peasant army, so the young men who had been temporarily conscripted were disorganized.

Those peasants who were confirmed to have come from the surrounding villages and manors were incorporated into the most important southern gate to supplement the defensive forces, and those who were unknown or suspected of being enemy soldiers were all relegated to relatively minor sections of the wall or simply did some hard work, and did not have the opportunity to obtain weapons and armor.

Stanley's men weren't suspicious. They had been here more than a month earlier, and had been involved in almost all the efforts to fortify Fort Marci. The main thing was that Stanley himself had become friends with an officer of the garrison, who received no less than any less of the wages deducted from Stanley.

Stanley's peasant (militia) army, which was led by Stanley, was responsible for assisting Marcy's sheriff in guarding the western city, which was the result of Stanley's efforts.

The west city is not the main gate of Marssi Castle, or it is not a city gate at all, although the terrain in front of the south city is high enough to at least have a wide gentle slope, the enemy can push siege equipment up the gentle slope, but the west castle gate is only a single iron gate less than ten feet wide, the road leading to the bottom of the mountain outside the gate is rugged and narrow, the main function of this fortress gate is to facilitate the city to send surprise troops out of the city to attack the enemy's flank.

This will not be the focus of the enemy's attack, and it is estimated that there will be no army willing to attack from the bottom up in a zigzag line. Since it is not an important defensive area, it is natural to send less important people to guard it......

While Stanley and Oliver were talking to each other, an enemy army of 100 men galloped from the main battlefield south of the city to the west of the city to the north of the city.

"Here we go!"