A month ago, three hundred stars outside the White Kite City, the soldiers at the east wall sentry spotted the mighty army of the Eastern Ancient Kingdom.

They did not attack the outposts without declaring war, but came to them with a swagger and announced the beginning of the war.

The soldiers at the East Wall sentry immediately withdrew to White Kite City, sealed the entire city on guard, and sent the news back to the central organ of Black Eagle City.

The walls of the White Kite City are made of white stone, which is wide and vast. After hundreds of years of natural baptism, it is now more solid and majestic under the sunshine.

"At that time, I was about to leave the White Kite City, and as soon as I heard that the army of the Old Kingdom was coming, I immediately rushed in the direction of the east city wall......" The thin poet named "Daigo" sat on a wine table and boasted to himself in the boo, "Of course, I can't go up the city wall, and I am not a soldier." But I want to witness this battle, and even this war! I'm not here, and these soldiers who defend the land, who will compose a hymn for them and pass on the praises to future generations?"

The bard looked a little professional and booed quietly.

His eyes looked at the crowd, but he seemed to be looking farther away: "Do you know how many people were in the army of the Old Kingdom?"

There are sporadic speculations below: "10,000 people, 30,000 people?"

"Pelican" gave them a disdainful look, "I bet none of you have any psychic here...... Use your brains and think about it! I climbed to the top of the bell tower, the manic east wind howled in my ears, and in my eyes was the endless army of the Old Kingdom. ”

"How many people are there in the sky?" someone chimed in.

"You ......fool," cursed the poet helplessly, with a mournful expression, "what can you see from the top of the bell tower of the White Kite City? Of course, the forest, the verdant border!

"Pelican's" eyes were empty again, as if he was recalling what he saw at the time. He recounted: "The earth-shattering drums of war came from all directions, and the soldiers of the Old Kingdom poured out of the forest, like a great curtain on the earth, covering the yellowed and withered grasslands. Eventually, they all converged around the White Kite City......"

"For the kingdom!"

It was the only sound that could be heard in McCam's ears as he charged. The roaring stone-throwing smashed his comrades to pieces, not even screaming - it seemed to be Berry. McCam couldn't see anything in his eyes, except for the white, filthy city. When he was jerked behind the shield wall, someone slapped him hard, and then yelled at him loudly, spitting in his face.

Miraculously, after that he slowly heard his own violent heartbeat, and then the surrounding noise, shouts of killing, crying...... He realized that he seemed to be deaf for some time. The sound of a pop kept coming from behind him, the sound of an arrow sinking into their shield.

"Pick me up, kid!" cursed the middle-aged man who slapped him hard. McCam recognized him as his own squadron

Chang Jayd, he is holding a giant shield to join the shield array. Above their shields was a rain of arrows. If it hadn't been for the old soldier pulling him just now, McCam would have turned into a hedgehog.

With a muffled snort, a vicious arrow pierced through the gap in the shield array, piercing the neck of a warrior and instantly falling to the ground. McCam froze, then pounced on the ground and picked up his shield to fill the gap.

"Listen to me!" roared the squadron leader, "forward!"

The shield array, almost half a spherical shape, covered the soldiers behind them, moving forward against the rain of arrows and falling rocks. Their task was to send the soldiers in the shield array to the city walls, and some of these soldiers were dragging a ladder. McCam looked behind him, several pairs of eyes of various colors staring straight ahead of them, as if to pierce through the shield and see the city wall.

It was a look of death in the eyes, from different tribes of the Old Kingdom.

The gods of the earth will accept them, and will bring them together in the Heroic Shrine.

"Let these despicable Imperials pay!" the squadron leader howled and led the soldiers in charge of erecting the ladder out of the shield array.

Despite the shieldmen's efforts to protect themselves and the warriors around them, they continued to fall silently from arrows and rocks.

But McCam saw more fighters rushing up from behind, and stepped forward. There were also countless shields moving slowly, trying to get closer to the wall beside them.

Huge pale blue translucent barriers were erected in front of siege engines and trebuchets, protecting these important siege machines. Several psychic users, behind the shield hand next to the device, continued to exert their psychic power to maintain the existence of the shield.

With a muffled "bang", the squadron leader fell down the ladder, his face covered in blood, and swallowed in front of McCam. Almost at the same time, McCam's arm holding the shield high went numb, and several pieces of rubble slammed into the shield and scattered to the ground. Then there was a bang, and the ladder was knocked down, along with the soldiers who had climbed halfway up.

"Shield Array!" a strong warrior beside him immediately shouted when he saw this. He took over the duties of squadron leader and caused all the shield-bearers to gather once again and re-form the shield array. They need to provide shelter for the fighters behind them and give them a chance to rebuild the ladder.

McCam heard a steady stream of shouts in the distance behind him, and a group of riders on bipedal dragons rushed out. With the speed of the two-legged dragon, they hurried to the right side of the city gate. The warriors on the back of the bipedal dragon, each holding a spear, wore black demonized heavy leather armor, and was majestic.

As the cavalry approached the gates, they made a sudden turn and swept past them before falling rocks could hit them. When passing through the city gate, the spears of these cavalry glowed with dazzling silver light, and they flew towards the city gate one after another.

The slash of the Psychic Power continued to bombard the heavy gates of White Kite City, and they were the most effective attack on the gates before the car arrived safely at the gates.

McCam slowly retreated with the shield until he had enough soldiers in place before he began to advance again. In this way, McCam watched his comrades change from one to another

Again, he had lost count of how many times he had come and gone here and forward. All he knew was that the gates were crumbling under their onslaught, but at the cost of the corpses of his comrades all over the ground.

There was nothing to cover the withered grassland, and the shield array and the shield of spiritual power were the only bulwarks for these soldiers. But the trebuchets in White Kite City were also constantly aiming at them, and McCam saw with his own eyes that an entire shield array was crushed by boulders before they could dodge.

The air was filled with pain, blood, and dust, and no matter how much the east wind on the steppe blew away, it could not be dispersed. As soon as the boulder drenched with fire oil hit the ground, it began to burn and spread rapidly, and not long after the battle began, black smoke was everywhere.

The horn finally sounded, but it was not a signal for a truce to withdraw troops, but a change of shift. McCam was replaced alive, but he didn't feel a shred of joy or comfort. In front of him was a wailing hell, the mutilated bodies of countless warriors, and the bloodied medical staff who could never stop.

McCam's sweat mixed black dust, dirt, and the dried dark red of somebody's blood, staining a haggard, stiff face. The Old Kingdom was a nation of many races united by the same faith, all of whom worshipped the god of the earth, known as the Titans of Nature among the twelve gods of the continent of Tihuak. This is the home of the druids, and they are naturally indispensable in the army.

Almost every one of them uses psionic powers, but the wonderful thing is that they are able to use psionic powers to heal wounds or alleviate pain.

A light green verdant glow lit up all over the barracks, dotted with stars, relieving the pain of the soldiers.

The next day, McCam was on the front again.

"Tell me, how was the next day?" someone in the filthy tavern of Swamp Dragon City shouted.

"I'm thirsty...... "The Bard" said with an embarrassed expression, "if anyone had invited me for a drink, I'd be happy to say more, gentlemen, but ...... now"

Another wave of boos and sighs of disappointment.

After a moment of awkward silence, the "Pelican" saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he had to take a silver coin from his pocket and throw it to the boss, and then continued.

"The next day was nothing interesting, except to say that the soldiers of the Old Kingdom were not afraid to die. The poet shook his glass, "The tactics of the towering walls and fortified walls of the White Kite City seem to be nothing to fear in their eyes. The second day, the third day, every day after that, they kept attacking from early in the morning – and of course, I climbed into my VIP seat for the first time to witness it. ”

"So they just went back and fought for a month?" a stout man was obviously bored by such a statement.

"Of course not. "Pelican" smirked, it seemed that this was the point he was going to talk about, "White Kite City was once captured. ”

Seeing that everyone suddenly fell silent, everyone looked at themselves with wide eyes, and the "Pelican" was obviously very happy and satisfied.

"Listen, this is the message that you will never hear from the Messenger!" he pretended to cryptically accentuate his tone.

The White Kite City had already been conquered by the Old Kingdom, and it was almost over. And at this time......"

"Eighteen. McCam painfully counted the sword scars on his body, eighteen in all. More than half a month passed, and he barely survived, and these eighteen wounds were exchanged for the rank of a corporal. Some soldiers from the Bahammu region laughed at him as the "lucky son", as one of the first soldiers to launch the siege, it is a miracle that he is still not dead, and his limbs are sound.

The walls had already been bombarded by their siege engines and trebuchets, and the gates were crumbling. They could feel the wavering and exhaustion of the Imperial soldiers on the walls from afar. Maybe tomorrow, no, today's attack will be able to completely take the White Kite City! As a corporal, he knows his duty, including encouraging the soldiers to move forward bravely and showing them hope.

In just over half a month, McCam has already transformed from the shell of a recruit. He wiped his sword, his eyes determined.

"We will be the first soldiers to storm the White Kite City!" he said to the privates in his detachment as the fire danced in his eyes.

(End of chapter)