The next morning, when Commander Giorgio came out of his tent yawning, he saw that in the open space behind the city walls, the trebuchets had been fully placed, and the soldiers in charge of operating the trebuchets were already in place, munching on bread by the machinery. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yawn~ The aristocratic lords are really enlightened. With that, he turned around and went to the camp to get some porridge to drink, but this turn startled him, and the Overseer stood behind him at some point. This guy has a rickety figure, his face is pale, and in the thick dark circles under his eyes are a pair of bloodshot eyes, and the eye droppings at the corners of his eyes have not been wiped clean, and he does not have the aristocratic demeanor that he usually admires.

"Damn, what's wrong with you?" said the head of the regiment in shock.

"Huhu~yawn~ha" The Overseer yawned heavily and saluted Joljo in a very non-standard posture, "Captain Joljo, I brought the trebuchet back." ”

"Thank you, Sir. Giorgio was a little moved, "It was a hard conversation last night. ”

"Isn't it, yawn. The Overseer couldn't help but yawn again, "Last night the Dre Knight originally said that he wouldn't give the trebuchet, but if it weren't for me, and the colleague from Beacon Ash, I guess we would have been in a tough battle today." I really don't know what the use of that guy is collecting so many trebuchets, the inner walls are so short that they can't fit in. ”

"It seems that the employer still doesn't trust us," Giorgio shrugged, "maybe I'm afraid we'll take the trebuchet." ”

"Really," the Overseer was still indignant, "I was like that yesterday, what's there to be suspicious about?

"If it weren't for the heavy casualties yesterday, he wouldn't have agreed to deploy trebuchets today. Joel Johan laughed, "But to be honest, your commander's worries are not unreasonable, last night, there seemed to be some unpleasantness between the enemy and the mercenaries, and a large number of mercenaries left. ”

"Hey, really?" the Overseer said at first, "that's good for us... What a p!" He suddenly remembered something, turned his head, and asked, "Did we miss a good opportunity for a surprise attack?"

Joeljo nodded with a pout, and the Overseer immediately went crazy, "Rely on your back, the Dre Knight is incompetent!"

Looking at the mad Overseer, Joljo thinks this man is quite cute, but it's a pity...

Suddenly, the alarm bell in the city sounded, and the two looked at each other, and at the same time saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Siege?"

"So early?"

When they rushed to the top of the city, they happened to see the enemy troops slowly arraying. Compared with the ragtag army of yesterday and the day before yesterday, today's army can be said to be completely new. The neat armor, the neat battle robes, the fluttering flags, and the high momentum, even just standing there in a line, give people a sense of invincibility.

"They are ... 'Bloodfront'?" asked Joljo, somewhat uncertain.

"It's Bloodfront!" the Overseer cut through the railroad, his eyesight was so good that he could see the other party's banner - a bloodied sword!

Soon, however, he noticed the anomaly again, "Hey, it's strange. ”

"What?" asked Giorgio.

"Why hasn't their trebuchet moved today? The Overseer muttered.

"Hey, they're moving!" shouted as the mercenary shouted, and everyone's eyes turned to the city. Sure enough, in full view of everyone, the military formation of "Blood Front" split into two and began to march towards the city walls on both sides, that is, towards the defense area of the Outlanji Brigade and the "Beacon Ash" mercenary group.

"What are they doing?" asked the Overseer, bewildered as he leaned on the battlements. He couldn't understand that Ryordian had abandoned the weakly defended mid-section in favor of attacking the heavily defended flanks.

"I think I'm afraid Isona is going to make a big move. The commander behind the Overseer said thoughtfully.

"What a big move!" the Overseer was startled, and quickly turned back to look at the regimental commander.

However, all he could see was a long sword that had been slashed straight down and a pair of cold eyes under the helmet of the sword owner.

Poof, the Overseer's head was tossed high by a fountain of blood with an expression of incredible fear, and the Ortranji mercenaries mercilessly stabbed their weapons into the Overseers' guards' chests. As simple as that, this small section of the city wall was immediately cleared.

Joljo sat on the battlements where the Overseer had just been lying on his stomach, unafraid that the arrows from outside the city would reach him. In fact, there was no need for him to worry, because the people outside the city had not fired even a single arrow.

"Listen, everyone!" cried Jorjo, "I haven't lost the red cloth I gave you!"

Well, almost everyone pulled out their strips of red cloth. However, some of the big bosses were obviously lost, and in a hurry, they rummaged around sweating. Some of them had a little more brains, and with a roll of their eyes, they immediately cut a strip from the Overseer's red robes. The idea was immediately well received by those around them, and it wasn't long before the corpses of the Overseer and several of his guards were stripped of bare pigs, and the murderous mercenaries didn't even let them wear some red socks.

Jorjo watched this farce quietly, and was not annoyed, and only after his subordinates finished making a fuss did he order, "Everyone should tie up the red cloth, otherwise, if anyone makes a joke and is hacked to death by the people of 'Bloodfront', he will consider himself unlucky." The team erupted in laughter. Then, Joljo's expression was solemn, and he ordered in a loud voice, "Crossbow team, suppress the trebuchets below from the top of the city, the sword team, one team to capture the trebuchet, and the second team to guard the city wall and meet the brothers of the 'blood edge'." ”

"Report to the regimental commander!" a soldier hurriedly reported, "The clippers have begun to shoot at the city!"

"Huh?" Hearing this, Joljo showed a playful expression, "It seems that those pirates haven't been invited." With that, he jumped down from the battlements, "Change the order, the sword team, the first team will seize the trebuchet, and the second team will follow me and chop up those robbers!"

"Oh!"

Under the city, the group of the Great Sword Regiment was still sitting in a neat row, eating breakfast, and suddenly saw the overseers of their own team hurriedly running down from the city wall.

"What's going on, Lord Overseer?" greeted Captain York with a teasing smile, "why do you look like you're going to die again?"

"MD, there's no time to be poor with you," the Overseer scolded, "Get ready for me, 'Bloodfront' is attacking the city!"

The head of York, Huo Di, stood up suddenly, "Is this true?"

"Nonsense, you... Before the Overseer could finish speaking, his expression suddenly changed from anger to horror. Because, a short dagger had pierced him in the abdomen mercilessly, and this short dagger happened to be in the hand of the head of York.

"You... The Overseer tried to say something in disbelief, but the commander didn't give him a chance, and with a twist of his wrist, he wrangled the guts in his stomach.

The guards behind the Overseers were blocked from sight by the Overseers, unaware of what was happening, and only reacted when they saw the man they were trying to protect collapsed to the ground, oozing blood, and each drew their weapons. However, the head of York moved faster, only to see a bright silver wind blowing, poof, puff, and several more headless corpses on the ground.

He wiped the blood from his face, picked up his helmet and fastened it to his head, and then ordered loudly, "Everyone, stand up!" The first thing to suffer was the trebuchet that was deployed overnight last night, and the engineers and soldiers below were still waiting for the city to report the data to adjust the direction and position, but they didn't expect to wait for a rain of arrows, which had just stopped, and were crushed by the original friendly forces again. Caught off guard, they were all wiped out before they could resist, and all the trebuchets they had brought up last night fell into the hands of the enemy.

The Clippers were even more miserable, they had seen that the enemy's main attack direction was the other two positions, and they were overjoyed for a while, the so-called feng shui took turns, who did the sky spare? Yesterday they were unlucky, but today it is finally the turn of the other two. As a result, they were happily attacking under the city walls, but the two wings were attacked by enemy troops with red ribbons, and the defensive line collapsed in an instant before it could be organized. When the commander of the Clippers saw the invading enemy troops, his heart was cold. MD's friendly troops who joined hands to fight against the enemy yesterday actually played in the same room today, and they knew by looking at the red bands on their arms that they were cheated again. The scene on the wall was so familiar, the Nord commander had to order a retreat again, the Clippers had to shrink down to the stairs again, and the men of the Great Sword Regiment were waiting at the top of the stairs again.

Everything was so familiar, when the knights of the "Blood Blade" swaggered into the city through the doorway, there was already a bloody storm at the stairs, and the last resistance of the defenders was simply suppressed.

"Your Highness," Fatis reported cheerfully, "we now have captured the enemy's trebuchets intact, and with our own, we are able to suppress the enemy in the inner city, and there is no shortage of stone in the city, and the enemy will not have a chance to fight back." Your Highness, victory must be yours. ”

Aisona smiled and said, "There's no need, this will be my territory, and the impact of demolishing the house or something is not good." So saying, he handed a letter to Fatis, "Come, find someone to bring this letter to the inner city." ”

The Dre Knight could no longer wipe his long sword calmly, the battle situation in the outer city was flipped too fast, and he didn't have time to react, but who would have thought that the two groups of people who fought to the death like the enemy of their father yesterday suddenly reconciled today, and now they are marching towards their own castle together, who dares to believe this? No, no, no, no, this is the enemy's trick, I fought so desperately yesterday just to win my trust, so that I could get away a batch of tools to defend the city, Nima, I really fell into the scheme!

But fortunately, the Dre Knight comforted himself, the inner wall was much shorter than the outer wall, and although the number of soldiers under his command was small, they were all elite, and they should be able to hold out until the reinforcements returned.

Knock, there was a knock on the office door, and his man who was particularly comfortable with a sycophant walked in, but he was not in the mood to pat on the back now.

"Knight Drey," the squire handed over a letter with the name of Asona, "this is a letter from the enemy, I hope you will take a look." ”

"Letter, now?" Knight Dre pouted and took the letterhead, probably guessing the contents of the letter, "Surrender the book, tsk, and return the knight princess, just to let a loyal knight betray his master? He picked up the first piece of paper, which was a little damp and crumpled, and from the faint blood stains on it, it might have witnessed something not quite harmonious. As for the content of the letter, it made the Dre Knight look stunned. This letter was not addressed to him, but rather a report from Earl Reys, who was stationed at Ebron, to Earl Gruenward, outlining the delicate situation between Alberon and Fort Kerrydan, and the inability to send any more reinforcements to protect Alberton. This letter was written about two weeks ago, and it happened to be stuck in the communication cycle of his heralds, so that although he felt that something was wrong, he could not react in time. It seems that the other party sent someone to cut off his communication line, and the waves of heralds he sent are estimated to be more than lucky.

However, he couldn't take care of Alberton's affairs anymore, because he couldn't protect himself at the moment. His most desired reinforcements seemed to be gone, and now he could only hope that Count Gruenward or Count Harongoth would get the news and hurry back. However, the other party was obviously prepared, and it was impossible for his own heralds to reach Viruga easily. But yesterday the woman also seemed to have dismissed a group of mercenaries, so the news of the siege of Uxhall could not be concealed.

Fortunately, the Dre Knight breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, the "princess" had killed herself, as long as she held on for a few more days, victory would still come. Thinking of this, he began to count the materials in the warehouse and the city defense facilities, and at the same time, opened another piece of letterhead. This letter is very different from the previous one, it is very white, very crisp, it seems that a faint incense has been used, and the delicate decoration on the paper makes the Dre knights recognize at a glance that this is the letterhead paper used by high-ranking nobles. Knight Dre snorted, pleased with the princess's respectful attitude. It's just that when he finished reading the letter, it was like a thunderbolt.

This letter is a letter of persuasion, and the conditions for persuasion are still relatively favorable, as long as they do not destroy the facilities in the city, they can be allowed to leave with weapons and a certain amount of supplies. But in addition to persuasion, there are other things in it, such as Aisona's analysis of aristocratic relations in the letter. The aristocracy of Svadia is huge, which leads to the intricacy of interpersonal relations within the country, which is also one of Svadia's shortcomings. Of course, Dre is just a knight, and Her Royal Highness doesn't need to analyze him one by one like the princes and nobles. In the letter, she simply told him not to surrender and to be careful of the retaliation of other nobles.