"Is there a messenger from Tallinn to Mera City?" someone opened the window, and Duke Para woke up from his sleep, he had been sleeping in the Commandery's place since the day the Capetian army had set out from the Imperial City, and he looked a little haggard and decadent from the anxiety of staying up late for several days, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The Minister of the City Hall, Lantes, shook his head, and the Duke of Parra did not give up, and then asked, "What about the other dukes, and there is no reply on the border?"

Lantes looked at Duke Parra's worried look because of the war, and his heart was a little unbearable, but he still shook his head: "I've disappointed you, my lord." The territory of Tieliu is full of the rangers of the Capetian family, they have blocked the roads and water surfaces of various places, specially picking messengers or merchants to attack, the spies and cavalry we sent out have been captured by them, and other people's messengers cannot enter, we are trapped!"

"And there have been rumors recently that the Holy See has messengers stationed in Tallinn, intending to allow the Capetian family to consume their strength in the war, and finally the Norrington and the Holy See will sanction them," Lantes said worriedly: "If the rumors are true, then my lord, we must have been abandoned!"

"These bastards, who don't believe in their words, signed a contract together to resist the annexation of the Capetian family, but now they are watching us under attack and refuse to help!" Duke Parra scolded angrily, he put on his uniform, stood up, and his mind was spinning: "Where has the enemy's main force arrived?"

"It should be near Poland City. Lantes replied, "Our army is heading there, and it is believed that it will be there soon!"

"Poland City?" the Duke of Parra found the city on the map, "how many garrisons are there?"

"Less than five thousand. ”

"There are two legions on the other side, more than 40,000 people!" Duke Parra glared, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "Polish City can't hold out for long at all, urge the supporting troops and let them speed up!"

"My lord, with all due respect, if we were to face the Capets First and Second Legions head-on, even if our reinforcements arrived, they would definitely not be their opponents. "It's an indisputable fact that no army can claim to be able to win against the Capetian family on the battlefield.

"Do you want me to give up Poland City?"

"The location of Poland City doesn't matter, and we still have Sky Blue Fortress as a defense," Lantes frowned, "I don't want to give up on Poland City, it's just that we need to change our strategy." ”

"What do you want to say?" asked Duke Parra.

Lantes lowered his voice, leaned into Duke Parra's ear, and whispered his plan to him.

The more Duke Para listened, the more gloomy his face became, and he was obviously very angry when he heard that the back of his hand had burst into bruises.

"This is the best way I can think of so far, firstly, it can kill the strength of the Capet family in large quantities, and secondly, it can buy us time," Lantes took a deep breath: "My lord, extraordinary times must be used in extraordinary times. ”

"What about the soldiers?"

"My lord, this is a necessary sacrifice. "If you resist desperately, the mortality rate may be higher, and with my plan, there is still a glimmer of hope." ”

Duke Parra's expression was cloudy, and he was a little shocked by the plan proposed by Lantes, but when he thought about it, there seemed to be no other way to do it in this situation.

"Make up your mind, my lord, we don't have time!" Rantes urged.

Duke Parra gritted his teeth and nodded silently.

......

Chaos!

Under the walls of Poland City, an endless army is changing its formation, dozens of large catapults are projecting several tons of bluestone into the city walls and the interior of the city, and the soldiers at the head of the city are shooting at the troops below with lit rockets, trying to ignite the wooden siege equipment, but at the moment of contact, there is a clanging sound, and the arrows are bounced to the ground.

The outside of those siege equipment was actually wrapped in a layer of iron sheets!

The archery soldiers finally despaired, dodging the flying stones, and from time to time they heard the screams of their companions and the blood splattered everywhere.

"Where's our catapult, fight back!" shouted the commander from the top of the city.

"Report, the enemy is storming the city gates!" a soldier rushed up, his face covered in smudges and clotted blood scabs, "the gate is going to be unguarded!"

There was a heavy thud at the gate below, and even the walls trembled slightly.

A huge machine is crashing through the gates!

"Tar, tar, pour it up, burn it!" Immediately a soldier rushed up and poured the entire barrel of black grease down, and immediately lit a torch and threw it down: "Get out of the way!"

Call!

The rising flames rolled up more than ten meters high, and screams were heard from below, and the soldiers who controlled the machine scattered and fled, and some of those who were covered in tar were caught in the flames on the spot.

"My lord, their attack is too fierce! we can't resist it!" the adjutant rushed up and pounced on the commander, and a boulder grazed his scalp and flew out, smashing the arrow tower behind him.

In just two hours, the walls of Poland City have been smashed and broken, and countless huge potholes have appeared, and it has to be said that the power of these siege equipment is too strong.

"Tomorrow before sunset, I want to see the city in ruins. The Duke of Winton gave an order to the commander of the First Legion, "Hurry up. ”

The fire at the gate was still burning fiercely, and no one dared to approach it, and although the city wall was riddled with holes, it showed no signs of collapsing.

If you can't open the city gate, the other party is like huddled in a turtle shell, no matter how fierce your attack is, you can't hurt the opponent's roots.

......

At dusk, the Capetian family's incessant offensive finally came to an end, and the commander at the head of the city was drenched in sweat, his legs slumped against the wall, and he was panting incessantly.

"Go...... Count the casualties...... "The commander felt a pain in his throat as if he had been slashed by a knife, "and immediately let the soldiers repair the city wall while it is dark!"

He glanced at the badly battered walls, and there were huge openings in many places, and if they were not remedied, they would probably not be able to withstand a new blow.

The smell of cooked food came from outside the city walls, and the Capetian family had already withdrawn their troops, but it was not known if they would carry out a surprise attack at night.

Don't let it up!

The Commander felt the water bladder from the side and poured it into his mouth.

"The test we have to face is yet to come!"