"It's a pity." When he saw the knight of Turnest who was the leader, Abu muttered in his heart.

Unlike the lightly armed Laccades, it was not easy for the Neustrian knights to see what they were when they went into battle in full armor - they all wore helmets made of iron sheets, and their faces were covered with nose guards made of iron sheets to protect them from arrows, and some Neustrian helmets were sealed to such an extent that only a slit was made in the area of the eye.

But Abu, a part-time slave trader, prides himself on his excellent eyesight, can easily see the companion star next to Sirius, and if he had been born into the twentieth century, he could have been an anti-aircraft gunner.

In the past, he was able to escape from danger on the battlefield many times, and his gifted good eyes also contributed a lot.

Now, at a glance, he could see the identity of the knight at a distance, as a seasoned slave trader, he could judge the figure of the other without stripping, and besides, such a tall and well-proportioned man was not a native Neustrian at first glance.

If Abu had gone into battle on his own, he would not have killed such a valuable commodity casually - even if he himself could not sell it for too much money because of his age, but if he used it for seeding, his children would surely become the object of high price competition from many bigwigs in the slave market of Lackad and even Karaman - but, because of the prior agreement, it was the madman Faris who was now fighting against the Neustrian knights.

"Ah, you pig who does not believe the truth!" Faris cursed through gritted teeth as he swung his sword, the knight blocking his way into the city.

"You devil-believing dog!" Francis didn't understand the language of the Lackadians, and he didn't know what the other party was humming, but it was not a good word, so he just picked up what he was used to scolding and scolded back.

After a lightning-fast round of exchanges, both of their shields were shattered by each other, and the servants around them immediately replaced them with new ones.

In normal times, both warring sides would applaud their wonderful performance, and even lament that the other side had not converted to their own truth or justice.

But......

Xiao Ram and the others are back.

At first, the Lackadians did not even recognize the pigheads, which had been stung by the bee traps left by the Turnest peasants, as their men, and that Rahm had almost eaten his own arrows, and if that were the case, he had set a record: one arrow each from the Tournest and the Laccades in one day.

After it became clear that they had been attacked by the "magician" Neustrians, the commander-in-chief Ram had no intention of breaking the walls of Turnest.

"Call for reinforcements from Abu and drive the Turnestites back into the city!"

Once again, Abu, a mercenary, had done his employer's task perfectly, but the rest of the situation was not something he could easily handle.

At first, they were still debating whether Xiao Ram and the others were hallucinating because they were stung by bees, and if it weren't for the fact that Xiao Ram still had enemy arrows stuck in his body, they would almost have confirmed that it was a false alarm and laughed at Xiao Ram and the others.

Abu then reminded them to look out.

In the darkening sky, without Abu's good eyesight, everyone could clearly see the long serpent of torches winding towards them.

It was a long snake with no head in sight.

The Rakadians would not hesitate if they were only numerous, they had struck a similar number of infidels and won brilliant victories.

This time, however, the long serpent of torches gave the Lackadians a clear view of the opposing march.

When they got closer, they saw that the long serpent was made up of six columns, and they drove towards Turnest without hurrying.

"His tail dragged a third of the stars in the sky and fell to the ground...... "Standing on the walls of Tournest, the condescending bishop could see as clearly as the Lackadians on the periphery, and he could not help but say this in his heart as the fiery serpent meandered in.

Thousands of torches, as if the stars in the sky had descended to the earth.

These sparks came towards Tournest.

The people around him were amazed, and began to argue about whose prince's army it was, and many of them had already knelt down in prayer, for there were no soldiers and horses to ask for help, but the reinforcements had heard their prayers to the gods and had come to relieve the siege of St. Aubrey.

Tim hurried down the street, followed by a messenger who had not slept at all during the siege, and his eyelids were swollen, not to mention the thick dark circles under his eyes.

If Tournest had been besieged a few years earlier, he would have been so worried that he could not sleep, but he had kept the door of his shop tightly closed, and he had hidden himself in the shop with stones behind the door, burying money and valuable goods, and calculating how much money the besieging and defending sides would each take from them.

Now there was no place for old Jacob, his family's small shop that had been prepared for heirlooms, his family's money and goods, and so on.

His heart was completely occupied by the city of Tourneste.

The inhabitants who were close to the direction of the siege of the Laccades had to be evacuated in order to prevent the stone bullets from falling on their heads and causing panic, and after these people had to evacuate, they had to have a place to live, someone to feed them, and someone to persuade them to move out, and when they moved out, they had to check whether there was still fire in their stoves and kang that their owners had forgotten, so that the stone bullets would not break through the thatched roof and cause a fire, and they should also send people to patrol from time to time to prevent anyone from being reluctant to turn their belongings back, or if there were any foolish people who thought about their neighbors' belongings at this time.

The city's guards and the organization of the warriors among the pilgrims were to be cared for by the bishops and knights, but Tim was not idle in this regard, he had to mobilize the workers who renovated the city, recruit the male servants of the merchants' houses, and call on the women of the city to participate in the defense of Turnest.

Men of great strength were responsible for transporting the materials for assembling the trebuchets and the stone projectiles thrown by the trebuchets to the walls, preparing the grease and water to pour on the heads of the enemy, and preparing the chopping wood for boiling the grease and water.

The women were busy sewing wool bags, fetching water, grinding and cooking for the militia and logisticians, carrying the wounded to the hospital in time, and so on.

Tim was in charge of organizing them, setting the schedule for their shifts, lodging during rest, the food they were fed, the distribution of what they needed, and preventing a few suppers from taking advantage of the opportunity.

In addition, he organized his men to build barricades and patrol officers in the streets, and set up a second line of defense in case the city was breached.

For taking advantage of the chaos to buy and sell in the market and create panic, he also gave a fierce blow to the six relatives who did not recognize it.

"This kid!" When old Jacob was driven home from the market, he scolded indignantly.

Tim didn't think much of what his grandfather would think, he was issuing orders for the heretics to provide men and supplies as well.

His heart is full of Turnest, where is there a place to put his own home, his family's opinions?

He was too busy preparing food for these logisticians and war refugees, but he was too busy to eat.

There was also Luo Yi who ate as little as he did, the difference was that Tim didn't have time to eat, she couldn't swallow - alas, if only she had strengthened Turnest's armament beforehand!

"Reinforcements are coming!" Suddenly, the good news spread like lightning and wildfire throughout the city, and many people, whether they were walking down the street, busy making dinner, whether they were in front of them with dirt, stones, or whatever, hurriedly fell to their knees and began to pray, thanking the reinforcements and gods who had saved them.

The experienced veterans, though thankful to the gods, simply drew a cross and recited the prayer twice, knowing that the arrival of reinforcements did not necessarily mean that the siege was lifted, and that letting their guard down could lead to them falling into the hands of the enemy, perhaps it was just a trap of the enemy.

That night, they had more people on night duty than they had done in the previous two days.

But the next day, they saw the camp abandoned by the Lackadians, and Tourneste was relieved.