"Lord August, the South Gate has been breached by those Svadian mercenaries......"

"My lord, the bazaar has been taken, and the sergeant is now fighting them in the blacksmith shop......"

"My lord, they have taken the church, and the crossbowmen have withdrawn......"

In the stone tower in the center of the town of Serindil, August, the military councillor of Viruga, was trembling and wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, listening to the worse news from one to the other.

"How's it going north and west?"

"There are not many enemies, but the attack is fierce. If they were to be transferred away from there, the gate would soon be lost. ”

The soldier who reported to him was not in good shape at this time, with several scratches on his armor from sword slashes, as well as a dent from a warhammer strike. The chain mail under the breastplate also dropped a large number of iron rings, and holes appeared, and the defense power was reduced by a small half.

"Call them all back, there aren't many Swadians there, and the gate can still hold them off for a while. We need to break out of the siege quickly, Serindil can't hold it, we need to find reinforcements. I really didn't expect that the mercenaries under the Svadias would be so combative. ”

August threw away the sweat-wiping handkerchief, and the attendants next to him hurriedly put on chain mail and Rodok-shaped plate armor for him.

And the skilled spearman who had reported to him pushed the door open and trotted out, and he had to convey the orders of the Councillor.

But just as he rushed down the street across the stone tower, a group of defeated Rhodok soldiers knocked him down.

As he rose from the ground with his heavy gear, he was greeted by a young man with black hair and pupils, wearing a gold-rimmed breastplate, lifting a bloodstained mace and slamming it down on his head.

His eyes were dark, and many of his boot-wearing soles stepped on him, and the roar was incessant...

"Hurry up, get my horses out, we need to get out of this town!"

After several minutes of busy work with the two squires, August finally put on the last gauntlet.

He ordered the soldiers at the door to lead his horses, and in spite of the danger he had reached, he maintained a certain demeanor.

He picked up his sword, threw all the letters about military movements into the brazier, and then grabbed a bag of gold coins containing a month's tax from Serindil and rushed down the steps.

However, when he went downstairs, he saw not the soldier who was protecting him and the military horse he had bought from Svadia at great expense, but the peony mercenary who was stepping on the sword of his guard.

And when the other party found him, he saw that his status was different from that of other soldiers, and immediately rushed towards him like crazy.

Although Osgood was a military councilor, he not only enjoyed the same nobility and city decision-making qualifications as the other councilors, but also knew how to fight and how to command others to fight. But in this case, unless he has some supernatural abilities, there is no possibility of victory.

Councillor August turned and ran upstairs, and when Byron learned from the crowd that there was a Rhodok nobleman hiding in the tower, he rushed in with Alleyne and a whole group of mercenary infantry and dismounted mercenary cavalry.

"Guys, capture that guy alive!"

Byron shouted, and rushed to the top of the tower with his men, who had locked themselves in the house.

But the Peony mercenaries have even chiseled open the gate of the town's walls with hammers, and will they care about the broken door of a small room at the top of a stone tower where there is nowhere to escape?

A group of soldiers swung a dozen hammers before the door was smashed and the entire door was torn to pieces.

August lifted the crossbow, but after thinking about it for a moment, he put it down again.

The mercenaries burst into the house and aimed their weapons at him. And he himself took a deep breath, raised his hands, and told the man who looked like the leader who was his identity.

"I am the noble councillor of Viruga, August, and I am willing to pay a ransom for my freedom, please give me the respect I need."

Byron was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that he had really captured a noble captive. Remembering what the ransom broker had told him, he knew that his loss was worth it, because the freedom of a noble councillor of Rhodoc was more than worth the cost of arming a small army.

"Very well, Councilor August. I, Byron of the Peony Mercenaries, hereby announce that you have been captured. ”

Byron put away the mace, nodded at him, and told Alleyne to take the councillor out of the tower and give him the sustenance and respect that a heavy cavalryman deserves in the ranks.

Byron didn't want to be known as a mistreating nobleman, but he didn't want a captive to be like an uncle in his own army. In that way, the mercenaries under his command will be unhappy, and they will not be able to highlight their identity as victors.

And when Councillor Auguste surrendered, the rest of the resistance did not last long.

An hour later, the Peony mercenaries had taken the entire town. And because of this noble commander as a hostage, many Rhodok soldiers chose to surrender.

As for the civilians who remained in the town, Byron also ordered that they should not be harmed, and scattered them and the captives who surrendered in the empty rooms in the center of the town. Neither the heroes nor the mercenaries have any problem with this approach.

Byron, of course, saw everything of value in the town as his trophy

After counting the battle damage and losses, the Peony mercenaries lost a total of seventy-nine killed and more than a hundred wounded, but fortunately, most of the wounded James was able to save them.

And Byron found that at the end of the battle, the new mercenaries did not launch any decent attacks, even under the constant urging of his own veterans. So on the casualty list, the number of casualties in his original troops made it a little difficult for him to accept.

And after the statistics, Byron and they also counted the Rhodoc defenders in this town.

As Alleyne said before, the number 500 is indeed a bit exaggerated. The corpses, including the prisoners, plus the patrols on the outskirts and those civilians, were no more than three hundred and twenty. But fortunately, there are only these 300 people, otherwise Byron and they really can't defeat the 500 Rhodoc defenders and can't take this town.

While the soldiers counted the spoils of war and buried their fallen comrades and the Rhodok soldiers, Byron sat down in the same chair where Councillor Auguste had sat and began to write letters to the Earl of Grayward.

In this case, it is natural to describe the fierceness of the battle, the firmness of the defenders' will to resist and the courage of the peony mercenaries.

He asked the Earl for credit, for his own team, for his own interests.