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 attacking enemy troops, D and the friendly troops who joined hands to fight the enemy yesterday actually fought in the same room today, and looked at the red bands on their arms to know 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. At first, the Dre Knight was still a little confused, how could he be retaliated against if he was guarding the city?

Uxhall has never fallen, so it's a great place for aristocratic dudes. If it is an ordinary knight, these sons and brothers are definitely some unlearned and unskilled gentlemen, and the city spends all day drinking, drunk and drunk, and a good fortress has also been turned into a resort.

However, after all, the gap with reality is still quite large. In this chaotic world, even nobles don't know if they can live until the sun rises the next day, and if their sons can live to inherit their titles. Therefore, all they can do is to keep giving birth and find enough spare tires for their families. This is also why some nobles are obviously fifty or sixty years old, and they are still busy getting married and having children. And these children, for the prosperity of the family, they dare not give up, and all of them are carefully cultivated, after all, no one knows which one will inherit the position of the head of the family in the end. Of course, although this practice has led to a lot of inheritance disputes, most of the time, it still makes the family stronger. At the same time, as aristocrats, they have more social resources in their hands, and the children they cultivate, although they do not rule out the existence of gentlemen, are indeed better than the children of commoners in most cases. As for why so much nonsense is being said here, the reason is that I want to make out the fact that those who remained in the inner city, the last elite troops left by Swadia in Uxhall, the hole cards of the Dre Knights, are all descendants of the nobility!

Now, it's a big deal. The knight suddenly found himself under so much pressure that every one of his men had a background, and none of them could die. Because once a person dies, he will definitely offend the family behind that person. They may not have the guts to provoke the noble Earl of Uxhall, but they can take revenge on their little knight. If you choose to surrender, there is no doubt that you will be executed for losing your teacher and humiliating the country, but if you choose to defend the city, even if you defend it in the end, as long as there are casualties, you will be retaliated, and this is a disaster for the whole family.

He didn't want to die, but he didn't want his wife and children to go to hell with him.

These few dozen minutes made him look more than ten years older, and he stared at the letter with a grim face, not saying a word. At last he took a deep breath, lifted the quill from the inkwell with all his strength, wrote for a while on the letterhead that had been laid out, and then put the letter into the envelope with a trembling hand and told the attendant to send it out. At this point, the battle of Uxhall came to an end, and the knight princess Asona took the fortress at an almost negligible cost, while the commander of the city, the knight Drey, was killed after the defeat. After all, Asona lived up to her knightly name, and still kept her promise, allowing the remnants of the city to leave.

This kindness has also been widely praised along with her supreme martial arts and has become a new legend on the mainland!

When Fatis and the men of the "Bloodfront" completely occupied the inner city, Asona led her guards into the great city of Uxhall. Presumably because it had never been conquered before the princess, the city is simply a museum of Swadian architecture. The earliest is of course the central castle in the Kesk style, which is mainly black and gray, the building is tall, square, beautifully trimmed but angular, and has a variety of spires, towers and stone bridges as outbuildings, and from a distance, you can even feel an invisible coercion, showing a kind of supreme solemnity. There is no doubt that this kind of "Demon King City" is made to demonstrate the supreme authority of Empress Mary Burne, well, and perhaps a little bit of personal dissatisfaction of the architect.

The outer circle of the inner city is the residence of the nobles, which should theoretically be in line with the castle. Unfortunately, most of them were destroyed in a rebellion in the mid-to-late Karad Empire. The rebels rose from the outer city, setting off a frenzy of rebellion in the Karad Empire. However, it is astonishing that in the eight or nine years between the beginning of the rebellion and its suppression, the rebels used all means, even demolishing all the houses they could to use as siege stones, but even so, the towering castle still stood until Suno's army swept away all the rebellion and finally blocked this last force under the wide walls of Uxhall. This is officially the time that on the continent of Calradia, the legend of the fortress of Buluo was created.

However, now, this castle, which has never been breached, has been opened by a small letter, and it has to be said that it is really a trick.

When the rebels were wiped out, it was only natural that the city would have to be rebuilt, and at that time, the architecture of the Egromian style was in vogue. This style can be said to be very different from the Kesk style, at that time, under the impetus of the emperor, the belief of Oroding flourished in the empire, and as the style of the god of war, these rebuilt mansions have more or less elements of war fortresses in them. But the aristocracy didn't like cold castles, so the designers boldly used their imagination to add some Virgian-style curved domes, changing the square building to a circular building, and boldly using a combination of stone and wood on the walls, plus courtyards and statues, to make the whole building more round and soft.

In the following period, with the continuous wars and reconstruction, the Cork, Silot, Ollen, etc., a series of styles that appeared in the history of Swadia have made their mark on the city.

As the army walked along the city's central thoroughfare, a cheerful Asona looked with interest at the various buildings on either side. To be honest, it's not that she hasn't been to Uxhall, but she didn't know that there was so much knowledge about these buildings when she came before. Of course, these partial knowledge were taught to her by Mu during the journey. As they approached the inner city, the army passed through a small aristocratic courtyard, in which a samurai squatting on the doorstep with his sword in his hand and munching on bread, apparently the owner of the courtyard. The samurai was still wearing the old equipment of the red-shirted iron horseman, and judging by the beard that could not even hide the visor, the samurai was a little old. And his gaze swept over the passing troops from time to time, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

Aisona looked at the blood stains on his sword, and then at the corpses piled aside, and knew that it was probably those mercenaries with unclean hands and feet who were doing something again, but this time they kicked the iron plate.

However, to be able to kill so many people, it is really good to be old and strong. Aisona felt the old samurai's gaze sweep over her, and bowed slightly on her horse in apology. The old samurai didn't expect the leader to be so polite, first stunned for a moment, and then nodded slightly, which was considered to be forgiving Asona's mistake, but his gaze at the others was still cold. Her Royal Highness the princess understood, so she hurriedly summoned the heralds, told the commanders of each unit to take care of their men, and looting was strictly forbidden.

When Her Royal Highness entered the castle hall, Fatis and the other three mercenary captains had been waiting for a long time. As a colleague in the mercenary world, Fatis had already introduced the three captains to Asona. The man with a neatly trimmed beard, sitting elegantly at the table, sipping a glass of ale, and standing behind him a squire with an equally elegant demeanor was undoubtedly the noble head of Giorgio. The one who paced back and forth with the big sword on his back to relieve his boredom must be the head of the Great Sword Regiment, York. As for the remaining one, Asona searched the hall for a while before she found a strange man in a shadowy corner, presumably the Gray Captain Srallet.

"Meet Her Highness the Princess. Seeing Asona come in, Joljo immediately knelt down and saluted her, and the attendants behind him followed suit. And the head of York seemed to be a little at a loss when he saw this big battle, and he looked around and didn't know what to do, and as for the shadow, there was also a dazed atmosphere.

Aisona smiled and helped Joljo up, and at the same time turned her face to the other two regiment commanders and beckoned, "You two, don't be restrained, please sit down." ”

Joljo and the other two captains sat down at the table, while the waiter and Fatis stood straight behind the captain and the princess, respectively.

"So, the captains," Isona smiled gently, "let's get down to business." Mu told me in the letter, and what do you want from me, or the royal family?"

"I hope to revive my family, Your Highness the Princess. Joljo stood up again, bowed and said, "As long as I can restore the glory of the Outlanji family, I am willing to be loyal to you for generations, Your Highness the Princess." ”

"I'm sorry, Captain Giorgio," said Asona, who hesitated for a moment, but asked anyway, "where is this Fort Otlanji?" ”

"It's not your fault, Your Highness the Princess. Captain Giorgio smiled self-deprecatingly, "This castle may have been destroyed before you were born. ”

Then he straightened up, cleared his throat, and sang aloud in a fancy voice that only a bard would use

"White Mountain Black Forest Bay Water,

Half of the city was covered with snow.

Modauviruga splendid Manchester City,

Light the fire to warm my heart.

and grieved for the barbarians disturbing the city,

There are hot-blooded men guarding the frontier.

I'd rather turn into a handful of black soil in my hometown,

Don't love a foreign country.

”

After singing, his eyes were already overflowing with tears, but he still bowed deeply, wiped the corners of his eyes without a trace, and then stood up and said, "This is a long-standing ballad sung in Otlanjiburg, and according to my grandfather, every time they go out on a battle, the soldiers will sing this song and go to battle." Only now ... Alas... ”

Joljo was still immersed in his own pain, but Aisona did frown slightly when she heard this. Judging from his lyrics, Otlanjiburg should be on the Northlands, that is, on the side of Nord and Virgian, in other words, this man's ancestors were the nobles of Virgia, the rebel of the Great Empire. Thinking of this, Aisona shook her head, it was already this time, how could she still care about the origin of the vassal?

So she comforted, "Captain Jorjo, you don't have to be sad. I can promise that when I ascend the throne as king, you will at least receive the title of baron and a fief worthy of it, what do you think?"

Giorgio is also a smart guy and knows his place very well. So, after wiping away his tears, he and his attendants half-knelt in front of Aisona and said, "Your Majesty, my life is yours." ”

Princess Asona smiled with satisfaction, "Please, Baron Jorjo, I look forward to your future performance." ”