At the end of the summer of the 93rd year of the kingdom calendar, the First Legion arrived at the border of the Dukedom of Para, targeting Poland City on the border.

There was a dead silence in Polish City, just like the mood of the soldiers defending the city at this time, gloomy and frightened.

A shadow appeared on the distant horizon, and the soldiers guarding the city looked up at the sky, but found no sign of the sun obscured by the clouds, and it was a long time before someone shouted in horror: "They are moving rapidly! This is not the shadow of the clouds, this is a great army!"

There was a commotion at the head of the city, and the soldiers looked in that direction and shouted, "It's the army of the Capetian family, I see their banner!"

"There are too many of them, and they're coming for us!"

There was no need for the soldiers to repeat it, everyone had seen the sea of steel, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves rumbling, the earth shaking violently, the armor colliding, the blades shining, like a rushing tsunami.

The outline of the enemy phalanx has become clearer and clearer, the black and oppressive formations, the soldiers holding spears and swords and guns, and the mud kicked by thousands of horses' hooves, in such waves, Poland City is like a small boat, who knows how long it will be able to hold out?

His opponent is the most formidable enemy of the entire kingdom, the ace legion of the undefeated Capetian family, even if the Holy See's army has been defeated by his iron hooves, this group of ironclad cavalry is as ferocious as the legendary demons of hell.

At this time, the entire steel phalanx had quickly approached the city gate, and under the frightened eyes of everyone at the head of the city, the entire phalanx stopped advancing at the same moment, and the formation did not appear in the slightest chaos.

There was silence in front of the city gates, the two teams faced each other, and there was a terrible silence on the battlefield.

But the silence was soon broken, and the phalanx of the First Legion parted through a passageway, and a cavalryman in pitch-black armor rode his mount under the gates of Poland City.

Faced with the aim of hundreds of strong bows and arrows on the city, this cavalryman did not panic in the slightest, he flapped his mount unhurriedly, and the kind of leisurely strolling was like wandering in his own back garden.

As the cavalry approached, people finally saw his appearance, and someone exclaimed.

"Winton Capet!"

"It's the leader of the Capetian family!

"Oh my God, he actually led the legion to attack us himself!"

There was an irrepressible panic at the head of the city, the Duke of Winton's achievements and prestige had long been spread throughout the continent, and these soldiers felt that their palms were a little sweaty, and their legs were trembling unconsciously.

"We can't win, the ace legion plus the ace commander, how can we fight this battle!"

"Why hasn't the family sent an army to support now, we will all die here!"

"What are we going to do! How are we going to hold Poland City?"

Before the battle began, the morale of our own side was already so low, and the commander of the city saw that the situation was not good, and shouted: "What are you afraid of! The other side is just a cavalry, no matter how many people there are, we will not be able to capture our city, we only need to use the advantage of the city wall, we can easily defeat them!"

The officers began to maintain order at the head of the city, and they seized the panicked soldiers and ordered them to return to their posts: "Panic what! Go back to your position and prepare for battle!"

Having managed to maintain order at the head of the city, the commander turned his gaze downward.

Wynton Capet was dressed in armor, and he no longer had the grace of a rich man when he was in the castle, and now he had only the iron blood and ruthlessness of a general, and just as the commander looked down, the Duke of Winton's eyes turned to the head of the city.

The eyes of the two collided in the air.

"Winton Capet, Polish City is not an area you can touch, it is better to lead the army out as soon as possible!" The commander's eyelids jumped wildly, and in the face of such an enemy, he even lacked the confidence to speak: "If once the war starts, I have a strong city and high walls, you are definitely not my opponent!"

The commander of Poland City stared at the change in Duke Winton's expression, and although he didn't want to scare the other party away with just one sentence, Duke Winton's reaction was still beyond his expectations.

The Duke of Winton raised his head and said slowly: "Surrender, or when the city is broken, bury it with him!"

A sentence in an extremely calm tone, but the intention contained in it is chilling, no one thinks that the Duke of Winton is lying, and the Capet family has not done such a thing as slaughtering the city.

Riots began again at the head of the city.

The order that had been maintained with great difficulty was once again destroyed by a simple sentence from the Duke of Winton.

"Bang!" an officer slapped the panicked soldier hard, "Hold your weapon, it's not time to be scared!"

"Winton Capet, you think you can intimidate me with just two words?" the commander squeezed out a small smile as he looked at the endless cavalry procession, "You don't even have siege equipment, do you want to rely on the corpses of cavalry to pile up the platform and climb to the top of the city for a decisive battle?"

The Duke of Winton gave him a blank look.

"You'll be able to see it soon!"

As if to confirm the Duke of Winton's words, a hazy black dot slowly emerged from the other end of the horizon.

Huge ladders, heavy stone locks and siege engines, and countless ant-like black dots carrying heavy equipment were coming in the direction of Poland City.

It was the Second Army Corps, which was responsible for the backup.

"Now, tell me your choice," the Duke of Winton asked again, "surrender, or burial?"

The Commander's face twitched, but it seemed as if he had suddenly relaxed.

Because he has long known that since the other side has launched a war, it will definitely not be completely unprepared.

Sooner or later, those who should come will come back.

He looked at the soldiers behind him and drew his sword: "Rather than kneeling down to the enemy in humiliation, I would rather fight to the death!"

"Soldiers, the time has come to decide the fate of the family, I can tell you very clearly, this army in front of you, this group of demons, they have no mercy in their hearts, rather than live in humiliation as prisoners, it is better to take up arms and fight to the death with them!" The commander ordered loudly, boosting the morale of his soldiers: "The victory or defeat is not yet known, the family is sending reinforcements to Poland City, we just need to defend the city until then!"

Hearing the other party's answer, the Duke of Winton did not continue to persuade him, he turned back to his army, and gave his orders calmly.

"After the city is broken, leave his whole corpse!"

The Second Legion was getting closer and closer, and the soldiers at the top of the city were so nervous that they even lowered their breathing, they wiped the sweat from their palms, carried the rolling stones and grease to the city, and lit the arrows with torches.

"Click!" the siege engine was already in range, and the commander of the Second Legion glanced at Duke Winton.

"Let's get started!"