Outside of Fort Rud

The battle was raging.

Accustomed to fighting protracted battles, the Wekian army changed its normal behavior this time, sending a large number of Wekia guards and ladders to attack the city, and even many archers rushed to the city wall with machetes.

Their commander was convinced that if they captured one of the castle's heads, their own archers would be able to suppress it, perhaps because they were afraid of the enemy's large forces, or perhaps because the provocative actions of the Nord soldiers had angered Voldelat, and that the siege was violent. Fighting against the Nord soldiers with the advantage of numbers, you know, the Nord warriors have not been afraid of anyone, this is undoubtedly crazy behavior.

The Nord warriors held on to the city, not giving a single step, whether it was a bow and arrow into their bodies, or a long sword slashing at their bodies, they did not seem to feel pain, but roared angrily and pushed the guards off the city.

The siege was in a stalemate, Voldrat did not capture a single city, and some only exchanged soldiers on both sides, and it was obvious that the losses of Vicchia on the besieging side were much greater. He ordered the troops to retreat temporarily.

Yi Ye was originally tasked with attacking the east gate of Fort Ruud, but because he later considered more, he abandoned this side. So they are now a reserve army. I am afraid that the reason for not using siege equipment is the same, that is, to ensure the integrity of the castle, if the castle is beaten to pieces, it will not be able to resist the counterattack of Nord.

Yi Ye rested in the military tent, although he couldn't see the scene of the battle in the distance, the sound of the clashing of swords could still be faintly heard, and the uneasy smell in the air could still be smelled. Siege is not child's play, and if you are not careful, the whole army will be destroyed. So he hasn't played yet, but he's more nervous than anyone else.

Yi Ye sat by the fire, stroking the scabbard, and from time to time he kept warm with his hands, in this kind of weather, I'm afraid only Wikibians want to fight.

A large wave of people appeared in his vision, and he became alert. Hold the scabbard tightly. They walked in a little before they were relieved, it was the banner of Voldelat, and the tall snowfield horses under the banner illustrated it. Yi Ye felt very strange, according to the plan, they shouldn't come back now, there was something wrong.

Seeing this, Yi Ye and his thousands of reserve troops immediately stood up and stood in a neat phalanx, with their heads slightly bowed to show respect. Although it was not clear to everyone what was happening, it was certainly not a good thing. The leading few Lord Boyer hurried into their lord's tent, and the rest of them returned to their posts with an order. The doctors who accompanied the army hurriedly lifted the stretchers and carried the wounded soldiers into the military tents. It could be seen that the huge wound on the body was even more glaring in the midst of the screams of redemption and screams, which were undoubtedly left by the Nords. One of them, whose right hand was cut off almost like this, was left with only one tendon attached, and was in a very critical condition.

The tragic scene in front of him reminded Yi Ye of the past, and he fell into deep thought again, thinking a lot, and the whole person became melancholy.

Until the arrival of Murezza.

Muleza found Yi Ye and said that the next attack would be on them, and they had to prepare for the battle first.

Muleza's idea is very simple, no different from the other lords, it is just a life for a life, just charge.

At night, Yi Ye wanted to sleep, but he couldn't sleep, almost every night when he fell asleep, he could see Veryl, the little elf, leaning against him, squatting in the distance, without saying a word, Yi Ye called her, but did not respond. Over time, her lower body turned light green, and her upper body was reddish, and Yi Ye felt that she looked very much like a peony.

A distraught Yi Ye walked out of the tent and found Fatis and Bestur sitting by the fire whispering discussions.

"Yi, why did you come out, are we making too much noise and arguing with you." Fatis looked at Yi Ye and said.

Yi Ye waved his hand.

"No, you're talking about something."

"In fact, about tomorrow's siege ...... Anyway, you should come and sit down first. Besture said.

Yi Ye walked straight over.

"We are all cavalry, accustomed to fighting on horseback, and have no advantage in the face of the fierce Nords, but I am afraid that tomorrow we will lose a lot of troops in vain. I can barely get past it, but the Bestur brothers......"

"Yes, as Mr. Fatis said, we Kujit are not good at storming cities, especially since my unit has no experience with it." Besture answered.

"But there is no way to do it, Muleza told me to charge with all my troops."

The three fell silent.

"Isn't there still mine?" A voice rang out, and all three of them searched for the source of the sound.

In the darkness, a petite figure walked slowly.

"Cress, you? No matter how powerful you are, you can't match the Nord axe. ”

"I'll sneak in and help you when the time comes."

"It's too dangerous, Kress, don't do anything stupid."

"Trust in my abilities."

Kress is so confident. It's inexplicably full of trust.

"Even so, how do you sneak in, and how do you get out, have you thought about it?

Kress nodded slightly.

The three of them acquiesced and watched her leave. In fact, she had mentioned this matter before, but she didn't discuss it very solemnly, and this time she suddenly attacked, Yi Ye was still worried.

"It's getting late, let's sleep first, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow." Yi Ye bowed his hand and signaled to dissolve.

The next day, Gallard looked at the advance of the Uyghur army, his face was melancholy, he took a deep breath, the cold air entered his lungs, and he shivered incessantly.

Fortunately, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, otherwise the city would have been shot into a hornet's nest.

Due to the morale boost from the small victory in the previous days, so far, his men have not fled, and with the attack of a wave of Vecchian troops, this is a very powerful thing for a small castle without support. Today, though, things are completely different.

The Vikian army moved out of the siege engine.

The slowly advancing catapults, siege towers, and siege engines were like a sharp knife in the lord's heart.

With these siege engines, it means that the Vekia army does not have to bother to occupy the city, but directly stands on their siege towers, exerts huge pressure, and cooperates with the siege engines to crash open the city gates, and then it is only a matter of time before the victory is made.

Garrard stumbled back into the lord's hall without saying a word. One of his veterans tried to remind him to give the order, but one of the knights waved him back.

One boulder after another crashed into the castle, and a few of them concentrated in the center above the castle, where the lord lived and worked, and the whole castle shook a few times. The siege vehicles were pounding the castle all the time, and it wouldn't be long before the gates were breached. Thousands of Vekian soldiers will storm the city, leaving no armor behind. The Nord soldiers defending the city were powerless, they could only watch them come in, because the soldiers on the wall were still charging non-stop, pinning down most of the people, and several siege towers were full of Vekia's marksman, which was Vekia's last killer weapon, the strongest archers in the continent, because it was too precious, so looking at the entire kingdom, there were only about a thousand people, so they must be allowed to send it if their safety was guaranteed.

Under the pressure of several parties, the defenders of Fort Ruud began to rout, and when the enemy army was about to break in, their lord did not show up and did nothing, which no one wanted to see. The Nords are brave in battle, but this does not mean that they will not surrender, and the army is overwhelming, and in the case of almost certain defeat, they are willing to drop their weapons and raise their hands to save their lives. In fact, nearly half of the castle's soldiers were no longer ready to fight, and the city was filled with the howls of the Wikirians.

With the breach of the north gate, the Vicchians stormed the castle and began to kill all the enemies in front of them, and soon, the soldiers in the civilian area were wiped out, but they did not completely occupy Rudburg, the circle around the inner city of the lord was the residence of the nobles, and now, it was fully armed, and no one knew how many troops were in it, and no one knew how many traps there were. So the commander ordered them to kill the head of the city and support the outside soldiers to take down the high wall.

At this tense moment of engagement, the sound of horses' hooves was heard outside the city, mixed with the slogans of the soldiers, which attracted almost everyone's attention, and the soldiers defending the city looked over in astonishment, igniting their last glimmer of hope for "reinforcements". The Vekia soldiers turned their heads in horror, their faces full of question marks, they did not believe that this was an enemy reinforcement, because after their extensive investigation, there was no team in the vicinity of Nord, even one.

The banner was getting closer and closer, and it didn't take long for everyone to see clearly, it was the pattern of three fierce wild boars, which belonged to Rudyar of the Nord Kingdom.

For a moment, both sides were a little overwhelmed. After a brief discussion, although the number of opponents was not large, they still decided to retreat temporarily, and in any case, if they were planted here, the consequences would be unimaginable. As the Vykian army retreated, it seemed to fuel the fighting spirit of the Nords once again, who cheered loudly and mocked.

To say that the worst is the soldiers who attacked the city, with the retreat of the large army, they are very confused, they have already walked to the head of the city and they have no way to retreat, above are the soldiers who defend the city covered in blood, and below are the elite private soldiers of the nobles waiting for them, at this moment, everyone is cursing their lord in their hearts. With the surrender of a certain guard, almost all of them, laid down their arms.

Everyone cheered, and in the lord's hall, a thin figure slowly walked out, and Garad slowly walked towards the city, looked at the old man in the lead, and shed two lines of tears.