Miller feels like a dream these days. At first, he struggled to make a living and joined the militia, and then when he was transporting supplies to the city, he was inexplicably pulled to guard the city gate.

Miller, whose sharpest weapon he had ever used to be a scissor, was now a member of the garrison with a spear and a sword at his waist.

Dressed in Charlotte's standard armor, Miller held the sword at his waist in one hand and walked at the west head of Otis City, shouting at the militia who came and went to transport supplies.

Yes, Miller has soared. A few days ago, he didn't know whose dead man's armor he was wearing, but in Charlotte, the soldiers with armor were at least the first level of squad leader, and there were dead people all the time in the city, who remembered if there was such a person as Miller before.

The squadron leader of the three arrow stacks on the north side of the West City Gate patted Miller on the shoulder just now and encouraged. The area guarded by Miller and the other Charlotte soldiers had resisted so fiercely during the last Faustan attack that the Faustin soldiers under the city had not even approached the walls before they could get back.

When the squadron leader finally came to inspect, he found that Miller, who was wearing armor, turned out to be the highest-ranking person in the place.

"Good job! I'll give you vacation tonight!" said Miller's immediate boss appreciatively,

"Yes!" said Miller, pretending to be dedicated to his country. This made his squadron leader even happier, and after a hearty laugh, the squadron leader went to inspect other places.

Walking around the corner, the squadron pair restrained the smile on his face, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face, "Why don't I remember that I have this person under me, is it a new arrival?" The squadron leader shook his head, there were too many people who had added to their squadron in the past two days, that is, there were several squad leaders, and he couldn't remember everyone's name at all, let alone the face. It can only be judged by the armor and the military uniform worn.

Miller watched their squadron leader leave, and his body finally collapsed.

What kind of squad leader is he, he is completely pig-nosed, and Miller can't even do standard chopping and stabbing, and these days the battle is to hide under the arrow stack with his head in his hands, or take his spear and stab him indiscriminately under the city wall, and I don't know if he stabbed some hapless Faustin soldier.

This is Miller's own opinion, and other soldiers are different. Dare to stand at the head of the city and fight against the Faustin soldiers lying on the ladder, Miller became famous among the Charlotte soldiers. Most of the soldiers in this area were forced to defend the city like Miller, and many of them were not as bold as Miller.

As for hiding in the battlements of arrows ... The layer of skin that Miller wears is also at the level of the squad leader, and normally speaking, shouldn't the squad leader command the battle in the arrow stack?

This is the opinion of many soldiers, and this strange opinion has made Miller a great name among this group of soldiers these days? At least Miller doesn't have to worry about it now, others will puncture him.

With nearly a week of fighting and a pure royal accent, no soldier would doubt the authenticity of Miller's position.

Whistling, Miller had a sawdust in his mouth and walked towards the inside of the wall. In the evening, it's time for dinner.

The food this week was the most luxurious food Miller had ever eaten in his life. The wheat cake is enough, and the captain of a squad like him also has a bowl of fragrant broth.

Miller had returned home two days earlier, and his wife was surprised by the changes in him. This greatly satisfied Miller's vanity.

Watching his two children gobble up the food he brought home, Miller couldn't help but feel emotional, just a week ago, their family of three needed relief food to survive.

"Ford, wrap me two pieces of meat!" Miller called out to one of the cooks who was handing out food to the soldiers.

"Okay!" replied Ford.

Miller, as the squad leader, had a bowl of broth for every meal, but he didn't want it. Instead, let the logistics people change it for meat, his two children are when they grow up, the little guy has not eaten meat a few times when he is so old, and Miller needs to do something for his two children as a father.

Ford wrapped two pieces of meat, which were no bigger than the size of a palm, and handed them to Miller, along with two wheat cakes.

Millet gathered the meat, took the wheat cake in one hand, and went up to the city again.

The squadron leader gave him a holiday in the evening, and now although it was close to evening, he still had to stick to his post.

Lying next to the lookout in the battlement, Miller stared at the movements of the Faustins in the distance as he dealt with the food in his hand. Two wheat cakes were just right for his not strong physique.

Miller, who inexplicably became a squad leader, is not idle all day, Miller, who has been a tavern guy in Otis City for more than twenty years, has a good eye. He could quickly spot the movement of Faustin's soldiers in the distance.

This ability allowed him to avoid wave after wave of threats in these days of fighting.

"Boss, what's the matter?" asked Miller, a tall, round-faced man.

This guy is a soldier under Miller, and he is also a recruit who has been pulled up to the city in the past two days, and he speaks a very serious northern dialect, and others sometimes can't understand what this big guy says every day.

Only in a tavern with many people, Miller, who has been mixed up for so many years, can roughly hear what this big man said. That's why this big guy has the best relationship with Miller these days.

"Nothing! Orn. Miller replied at the top of his voice, this big man named Orn didn't know if the altitude was too high, his ears were leeward, and he always needed a loud voice from others to hear it.

The rest of the soldiers didn't like to deal with the big man, except for his inferiorly height, which was too hard to talk to. You talk to him for a long time, and not only does he not hear anything clearly, but you don't know what he is talking about, and the end result is that you feel like a fool.

"Oh!" said Orn, touching his head, and walked over and sat down on the haystack next to Miller.

Miller bit into the wheat cake, saw the big man sitting there with his head bowed and said nothing, and asked curiously, "Have you had dinner?"

Orn opened his mouth, not answering Miller's question, his head bowed and his hands tugging at the haystack.

Miller understood at a glance, and without further ado, he took out another piece of wheat cake from his arms and put it heavily on his hand, got up and walked out. A short time later, Miller walked into the stack with another piece of wheat cake in his hand.

"Why don't you eat?" Miller watched as Orn took the piece of wheat cake he had given him, and he didn't stop for a long time.

Orn looked grateful, and then devoured it. Orn, who is not low, eats such a piece of wheat cake, and it is only a matter of two or three bites.

Seeing that Orn began to eat, Miller came over and sat down again against the arrow stack, and while biting on the piece of wheat cake that he hadn't finished, he said, "You guy, Bai Chang is so tall, with your physique, can you still be bullied by others?"

Orn didn't answer, wondering if he hadn't heard Miller's words.

Miller looked at the reincarnation of this guy and didn't say much. Orn is also a strange man under him, obviously strong and tall, but his personality is a soft persimmon, and everyone can crush him by three points. The portion of food that belonged to him was probably withheld again.

Miller, who had been a buddy in the tavern for so many years, had never seen anyone, but it was the first time he had seen Orn's wonder. That's why Miller took care of this silly guy a little.

After eating the wheat cake in his hand, Miller put away the other wheat cake and the two pieces of meat, which he was going to eat for his wife and children to eat tonight.

Grabbing the spear next to the battlement, Miller yawned and dozed off against the lookout. From the middle of last night to now, he hasn't looked at it, and his body has long been at its limit.

I don't know how long he lay down, but Miller was woken up by a jolt, and in the hazy sleepy eyes, Miller saw Orn's anxious face and the rapid movement of looking out.

"What's going on?" Don't disturb Miller, who was sleeping, he was in a bad mood, he felt like he had just squinted for a while, and he was woken up under the guise of it.

Following Orn's gaze, Miller looked out through the watchtower, and countless red torches lit up outside the city, which was already almost dark. Like stars, like meteorites, and more like countless soul ghost fires. At this moment, Miller's still confused mind instantly cleared up.

"Hurry, get up!" Miller anxiously grabbed Orn's tall body and rushed out of the stack.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" No need for Miller to remind, the scouts on the other arrow towers also found countless approaching Faustan soldiers outside the city.

Dragged Orn to the guarded area of his team, Miller muttered in disbelief, "No, why are there so many people." ”

At Forstein's headquarters, two thousand yards from the head of Otis City, Prince Kensell and Marquis of Mammon were sitting in front of a curtain of flames, carefully staring at the situation inside the curtain.

It can be seen that the Flame Curtain is the scene of the east gate of Otis City, and there are two people next to it, in addition to Prince Kensell and Marquis Marmmon.

One of them held a crystal ball and pointed it directly at the flame curtain, apparently the magician supporting the flame curtain. The other, along with Prince Kensel and the Marquis of Mammon, sat around and watched the battle at the front.

"This time, thanks to Uncle Sia, you arrived in time. Prince Kensel said to the newly emerged middle-aged man.

"Prince, you are serious, this is what your subordinates should do. "The family of the Marquis of West Asia is a die-hard royalist, they only obey the orders of King Faustin and his heir, and the Marquis of West Asia does not dare to be proud of the compliment of Prince Kensel.

"Tonight, with the strong attack of the three major legions of the Heroic Wind Legion, I don't believe that I can't tear through the defenses of Otis City!" Prince Kensel was victorious.

"Well, the morale of the Heroic Legion has been in a low state since the death of Marquis Wood, but it has not tasted defeat so far. As the saying goes, the mourning army will win, and the heroic army is the main force of the siege in this battle. "The Marquis of Mammon has made a rare tout of the Heroic Legion.

"This battle will be won!" said Prince Kensel as he slammed his fist on the table.

Tonight, the city of Otis was on fire, and the shouts of killing did not stop until the early morning of the next day.

On January 9, 13674 in the Omorian calendar, the kingdom of Faustin, located in the south-central part of the continent, launched a full-front attack on the capital of neighboring Charlotte, Otis City. A total of 140,000 Faustin soldiers broke through the east and west gates of the city of Otis overnight, and the remnants of the Charlotte garrison and members of the noble royal family were completely annihilated the next day after holding out in the city for a night.

The five-year war between the two countries ended with the fall of the Charlotte Kingdom。。。。。。

This event, recorded in the annals of the Omoor Empire, is of course unknown at this moment.