Rudburg Hall of Lords

"Lord Garrard, find enemy traces near McCann Village."

"The day has come." Garrard looked out the window at the snowflakes.

"Although I didn't see the number of enemy troops in person, by all indications, this must be a large force in Vikia."

"If you don't plan early, I'm afraid you'll ......"

"There is no such thing as running away in our family."

"This ......"

"Okay, you go down first, I have my own measure."

Garrard's father's name was Ruud, and the castle was named after him in honor of his great military exploits. Later, the internal conflict gradually intensified, and Ruud abandoned the castle for his son, leaving it to Garrard, and he inherited the two small villages and took a back seat.

Garrard knew that he had no way out, that he could not abandon the castle, and that the only thing he could do, both on his own behalf and on a higher level, was to deal with his sister Goodrey properly. Soon after, he summoned a few of his capable men and held a meeting, although everyone thought it was in vain. To the northeast of Rudburg is a large forest, and if the Wikibians were to attack from here, the team would inevitably be scattered and slowed down by the snow. The northwest side is an endless plain, even if there is a big advantage, it is impossible to attack head-on without a brain like this, exposed to the vision of the defenders, and the giant crossbows and various equipment defending the city are not ornaments. According to the way the Vecchians attacked, they would definitely use that forest as a base and consume a lot of arrows. One of his subordinates proposed the idea of burning the forest, but in this heavy snowfall, it was only a fantasy, and the subordinate village of McKinley was not far from here, so it was probably time for his villagers to raise their weapons before the enemy could attack. 、

In the middle of the night, the soldiers defending the city were drowsy, even knowing that the enemy could invade at any time. They had been standing guard for several days on end, and they were really lacking in energy. In one corner of the castle, an iron hook hung up, and then one after the other, and several men with only their eyes exposed, all black, showed half of their heads, and looked around vigilantly, and when they saw that the soldiers did not notice them, they made a gesture to signal the people below to come up.

A few sleeping soldiers had their throats cut in their dreams, and the group walked up the stairs, a small lookout platform, and by the faint light of the fire, the two soldiers were chatting happily.

"You say, is it really good for us to waste our lives like this? I still have a wife and children in my hometown, and my children are about to turn nine years old. One of them said.

"Yes, if you go now, isn't that a deserter. Believe our lord, since he is so confident, the great forces of our kingdom will definitely come to our aid. ”

"I hope so, I don't want to ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a dagger was plunged into his throat with precision. Another soldier tried to cry out for help, but a dagger was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound anyway, and the last thing he saw was the man he could call a friend, twitching on the ground. He was so uncomfortable that he was about to close his eyes, when suddenly he saw the soldier pull out the dagger from his throat with his bare hands, and blood splattered all over the ground, and the soldier made a sound, which did not come from his throat, but from his heart, and he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep satisfied.

It is difficult to imagine that this pig-like scream was made by a person, but it did wake up all the soldiers defending the city and most of the people in the city, and for a while, the castle lit up with a dazzling fire.

Only two bodies were left at the scene, along with a letter of persuasion.

In front of everyone, Garad didn't show anything unusual, but just asked his soldiers to strengthen the defense. When he returned to his inner city to be alone, he burst out of his surging heart, persuading him to surrender, this is not a shame, the shame is that the other party not only did not send him openly, but also killed several of his soldiers, which is undoubtedly the biggest mockery of his lord, which seems to say, "You are too weak, so weak that I can kill your subordinates at will, and you can only surrender." He grabbed a few clay pots and smashed them on the ground, and the room, which had been clean and tidy, was now a garbage heap, and the broken pottery shards cut his fingers, and blood ran through his fingers and dripped onto the cabbage on the ground.

He was angry, but sane depended.

The night was so long that he had gray hair.

The next day, I don't know who started it, spread a lot of rumors, saying that some lord had left with a cover, was ready to surrender, and planned to commit treason, etc., which made people panic, and even many soldiers had to put a big question mark on whether they wanted to fight this battle. Garrard didn't intervene to stop this, or even come forward, which made the rumors more and more intense.

That night, the Vecchian army delivered a large number of bows and arrows to the front line, the edge of the forest, near the location of Fort Ruud. The dispatched are all nearly 1,000 veteran archers, and although the falling snowflakes reduce the hit rate, killing the enemy is not the key, the important thing is to break the enemy's psychological defense.

A dense rain of arrows hit the castle, adding to the many screams, mixed with screams, and it was not excluded that someone had been shot in the ass and through the arm, but most of them were safe, and it was certain that there was chaos here.

The archers did not stop for a moment, just mechanically wound up, fired, and did not even aim. The rain of arrows continued for dozens of minutes, and some of the archers had stopped rubbing their hands together and began to touch the fish. It wasn't until there was a scream in the darkness that these archers grabbed their weapons and looked around vigilantly, the screams continued to increase, and the smell of blood gradually became stronger, these archers panicked and became a pot of porridge, and the loud scolding of several leading officers did not have any effect, and the leader calmly raised a fire, in the dark, a little white shining, and if you looked closely, it was the armor that was reflecting, and the one wearing the armor was a piece of Nord who was pressed by the black.

This group of Nord warriors, led by Gallard himself, wiped out this army of archers like wheat harvesting, and no one knows how they managed to sneak here quietly, maybe they changed some tricks, maybe they were here all along!

The group of Nord warriors collected all the loot they could, including quite a few complete heads. There were corpses all over the ground, and they didn't bother to deal with them, so they put them there, as if they wanted to show off their achievements. It's unfair, but it's a morale booster. The Nord warriors returned to the city with the spoils of war in high spirits.

As a result of this strategic victory, all the gossip disappeared, and Garrard showed with his practical actions that he did not give up here. The dozens of Wiki heads hanging from the gates, as well as thousands of bows, brought the atmosphere to a climax. Led by Garrard, they have decided to defend the castle.

On the other hand, the forest northeast of Rudburg, the Vickya military tent.

Voldrert rubbed his temples, he was discussing the next strategic goal with the other lords, when the sudden news of the complete rout of the front shocked everyone present.

"Marshal Fuld, we lost this group of archers, it is not a way to continue to consume, the food consumption of nearly 10,000 people is huge, it is time to make a decision." Rodra was the first to speak.

"Marshal, I also think so, the combat effectiveness of this castle of more than 1,000 people is not high, if we attack it, I'm afraid we will already have a great victory." Mureza answered.

"Of course I've thought about this, the problem is that Nord's big army, they haven't heard from us since we started, this is very suspicious, I don't know where their main force is, if they are surrounded by a counter-encirclement, they won't be able to eat and walk around at that time."

"Is our message accurate enough?" Voldrert continued.

"There is really no possibility of being surrounded, even if they start from Sagos now, they won't be able to get here in a dozen days, and then this city will already be ours, all we can do is strengthen the defense here."

Voldrert pondered for a while, and still named the whole line of attack, as a veteran of more than 30 years of service, he thought it was desirable.

From this forest to the sparse woods north of Fort Rud, a dozen flags, large and small, were raised, marking a major offensive by the Wikirians. In order to capture a complete castle, Vecchia did not use catapults, siege cones and other siege equipment this time, and they were confident enough to take this place.

Seeing this, the Rudburg soldiers sounded the alarm in the city, and the soldiers who had been prepared for a long time came out of the training camp and stood on the edge of the high wall, looking down on the 10,000-strong army of Vicchia. In terms of fighting, the Nords never flinched, feared, won is glory, defeat, is still glory. The Nord soldiers on the city walls let out a wild howl, as if to celebrate the victory of the defense battle in advance, and several standard-bearers were also waving their flags vigorously, and the flags were one white square after another, which was Garrad's banner.

The lords of Vekia were not interested in the bells and whistles, they advanced silently, almost to the range of the defenders, but only a few hundred bows and arrows were shot out, shooting on the chests and shoulders of the Vecchians, and they couldn't even penetrate the armor, and the only deterrent was the giant crossbows that defended the city, and every shot of these giant crossbows meant that a soldier would be shot through the chest. But that doesn't change the whole situation.

The Wikibians erected dozens of ladders in preparation for the siege, and the first group to climb up the stairs were complete cannon fodder, and if they couldn't do anything, they would be filled with throwing axes and fall down. This primitive method of siege is inefficient and will result in the loss of a lot of troops, but these are almost negligible if the number of people is too large.