In the winter months in Buandispa, the sun sinks early into the mountains, even on sunny days. The commander, who had returned to the camp www.biquge.info late afternoon, drew more soldiers to assist the technicians, and finally drove the siege towers and catapults to the open space less than 100 yards from the city walls before sunset. Dense arrays of halberd-axe infantry soldiers hid in large arrow-blocking wagons for advancement, guarding siege equipment, while cavalrymen in gray-and-white heavy armor formed a formation behind the infantry regiment to cover the archers lined up.

Miloka, who walked between the infantry regiment and the cavalry, frowned, and her thoughts had already drifted into the clouds. "Still thinking about the siege?" asked Solanya, who was with him. Miloka shook her head as if she didn't care, but she couldn't hide it from Solanya's eyes.

Miloka was indeed deeply troubled by Zog's siege plan, and from the end of the officers' meeting, the terrible casualty budget had been haunting Miloka's mind, and he could not calm down for a long time.

"You are now a high-ranking officer in the Empire, and you will have to face more and more cruel choices in the future, so it won't hurt you to adapt early. Solanya persuaded, her tone bland to Miloca's surprise, as if they were talking about whether to eat roast chicken or steak for dinner, and had nothing to do with the lives of the thousands of residents of Winterhaven.

"Four thousand," said Miloca, staring at Solanya with round eyes, "four thousand living people, four thousand innocent lives, will be swallowed up by the fire that falls from the sky. They may include old men or women who are helpless......"

"There may also be children crying in swaddling clothes. Solana interrupted Miloca, "I know, they are all innocent, even subjects of the Empire. General Zog also knew, but this is war. Oh no, this is war, Lord Miloca. ”

Miloka lowered her head and whispered, "I still can't accept it." His voice trembled faintly with a hint of weeping. In his understanding, war can only be divided into two kinds - invading another country and defending territory. The former is a pure act of banditry and an unforgivable sin for whatever purpose, while the latter is a sacrosanct justice that any decent person should defend to the death. Obviously, he thought about war too simply.

"Whether you can accept it or not, the plan has been communicated to the ministries, and I hope that you will keep the promise you made when you joined the army, and do your best to be loyal to the empire, and not do anything out of the ordinary. Solanya said, turning his horse's head and running towards General Zog.

Miloka glanced back at Solanya's back and sighed softly, recalling the afternoon officer meeting when Solana tried to help him convince General Zorge, when he did not hesitate to commit the offense and argue with General Zorg with righteous words. He repeatedly stressed that sacrifice in war was inevitable, but not absolutely necessary, but General Zog simply did not listen. The gray-eyed general, who was just over half a hundred years old, was convinced that "the rebels were stubborn bastards and must be dealt a devastating blow to dampen their spirits", and when the young sword-wielder tactfully reminded him that it was against the Paladin's creed to strike indiscriminately against the city's civilians at risk, the anger in his eyes revealed to everyone the fact that this veteran soldier who had served the Empire for more than thirty years was far from the image of the sword-wielder.