Simon's situation was far more chaotic than Ranmarok and Dahal had expected, with blood splattered everywhere, the groans of the wounded everywhere, and broken limbs everywhere, as if they had plunged headlong into the deepest depths of purgatory. They did not find Jige in the "purgatory", only the doctors of the Royal Academy and the medical servants carrying stretchers running on the city walls. The medical servants, mostly peasant women with thick hands and feet, quickly carried the seriously wounded soldiers onto stretchers and then carried them to the rear medical camps where they were treated by scholars. The doctors followed closely with the medical servants, telling them which wounded were in a state of imminent need to be carried on a stretcher immediately, and which were only serious and not in fact life-threatening. After the healer left, the healer stayed behind to treat the wounded briefly, after which they slit the throats of the dying and put an end to their pain, while praying to Urvet for the archers and the god of the hunt to lure their souls to the boundless hunting grounds. The defenders were already familiar with the post-battle process, with comrades who knew the dead half kneeling beside them, holding their hands and praying with the physician, before closing their eyelids. However, the Medic was hindered by the unfaithful mercenary, and when someone saw his twin brother's throat cut off, he immediately knocked the Medic to the ground uncontrollably, and the Medic, a typical hot-tempered Northerner, immediately got up and punched the mercenary off two front teeth, and almost threw him off the wall. The clash between the two almost caused a mutiny on the southern wall, and if it weren't for the Rangers noticing the signs of the commotion in time and firing three arrows at that section of the wall, there would have been a new round of bloodshed. Ranmaroke took in everything, he scanned the corpses strewn across the city walls, and had a rough estimate of Simon's casualties, but the number made his face even more gloomy. It wasn't Gig who came to report his casualties, but a midshipman of the Black Spear Knights.

"What's going on?" Ranmarok raised his palm and interrupted him before he could speak, "Where's Giger?" ”

"The Knight Chief has just carried a wounded man to the rear camp, and I will be in charge of counting the casualties—but I can only count the casualties on the north wall."

"Why is it still divided into north and south?" Captain Dahar frowned.

"The north side is easier to count, because they are all from their own families, and they can be counted quickly, but the city wall on the south side ......" The officer observed the expressions of the two commanders, and carefully worded, "There are all mercenaries over there, and the establishment is relatively messy, and even the leaders of some mercenary groups are so confused that they can't figure out how many people are in their team......"

"That's easy to do." Ranmarok said impatiently, "Didn't the arsenal distribute equipment to them, there are records over there." You can count how many of them are left, and then compare them with the arsenal to get the results, you can't do it, right? ”

"You can do it, sir!" The officer raised his right hand in salute, then turned and ran towards the southern wall. Dahar watched him leave worriedly: "I just looked around, and there are about twenty soldiers on the north wall who have been relieved by the doctor. He sighed helplessly: "Fortunately, Kenriko is in Ximen to assist in the defense. His voice was so low that even the implications were compressed into obscurity. But Ranmarok still understood, and he didn't speak, until the two of them walked some distance on the walls of the Outer Urn City, making sure that their voices would be cut into messy pieces by the wind before reaching the main wall, that he became furious: "Giger, this bastard, no light, no heavy! Now is the time when he is most needed, and he actually does the work of a medical servant? Also, what kind of pig brains will separate the regular army from the mercenaries? Does he think too highly of the mercenaries' combat effectiveness? Nearly 200 people died for his child's play-like tactical arrangement! Scoundrel! Scoundrel!! Scoundrel!!! He roared loudly, and with each shout of "bastard" he took a big step, his shin armor falling heavily on the bricks, crushing the blood that had congealed on the bricks. Dahal had to trot a few steps to keep up with Ranmarok. "There is a reason why Giger has been the captain for so many years, neither I nor the dean dare to let him hold a higher position. Before the next attack of the Barbarians of the Misty Mountains, Simon needs a new commander. ”

"You're going to assign?" "As we've discussed before, there's no one left for the right person, and no one can convince the crowd except Giger. ”

"He doesn't need to obey the crowd, he just needs Jig to obey him."

"Let Gig be his lieutenant?" Ranmaroke was stunned, "It's a good idea, so who to choose?" At least not a tactical idiot like Gig. ”

"I'll find it, it shouldn't be difficult." "Hopefully there's enough time." ”

"What if I can't find it?" Ranmarok suddenly became alarmed, "You want Kenrico to be the interim commander?" He shook his head, "He's from Saarione." No, absolutely not! ”

"He's going to be one of the candidates, and he's very competitive on my shortlist." Dahar looked directly into Ranmaro's eyes and did not back down in the slightest, "If it is before the siege begins, a Sarionian is indeed not qualified, don't convince the crowd, Gig will probably be the first to make trouble." But after the first wave of attacks, Kenriko and his chivalrous knights had already come to the aid of the defenders and shed blood, and that was our comrades. Moreover, he is also a quasi-super-first-class martial artist, as long as his performance is worthy of his fame, many people will listen to his command. And when I was helping the dean to sort out the "Pan Dezhi", I studied Kenrico's battle case, and his tactical literacy was fine—at least higher than Giger's. ”

"We've been helped by him, and now we're going to help him as this conductor? How can Pander have such a reason? Won't Boynbru's defenders become a laughing stock in that future? ”

"Your Excellency!" Dahar roared, "Our current enemies are not the Sarionians, but the Misty Mountain Tribe!" If there is no suitable candidate other than Kenrico, do you want Giger to remain in this position? Who will be responsible for the loss of Simon? If Poimbru fell because of the personal feelings of the Supreme Garrison Commander, that would be a real laughing stock! At that point, I'm afraid the two of us will be in the grave watching other people's spit splashing on our tombstones—if we are still qualified to erect them. ”

When the two were at a stalemate, another person in the outer urn city had already answered.

"I was a little moved by what Your Excellency said, and the thought of the look on Ranmaroke's face when he saw me coming to command Simon's garrison made me even more impulsive to jump out and compete for the temporary command of Raushzi." The man said slowly, "It's just that I deserve it, after all, it is not me who turned the tide and convinced the defenders at the West City Gate, but someone else. ”