The sound of the trebuchet's "roar" shocked Locke's eyelids.

If you don't take part in the siege of hundreds of thousands of people, you can't imagine how grand and spectacular the scene is, with stone bullets flying, giant crossbows neighing, and countless arrows flying over the heads of the soldiers. Chilling under the arrows is no joke.

Belonging to Faustin's army, the soldiers of the Third Legion of the Eagle Legion had already rushed into the attack distance of Otis City, although the Third Corps had been criticized by the two marquis of the Eagle Legion for their disobedience and mixed combat effectiveness. But in today's siege battle, this group of soldiers has proved themselves, and not all of them are as evaluated by the marquis.

As the side defending the city, the attack range of the guards on the city of Otis occupies a high ground, which is far longer than that of Faustin's side.

The archers belonging to the soldiers of the 3rd Corps had not yet drawn their arrows, and the enemy's rain of arrows had already fallen.

"Raise your shield, raise your shield!" each squad leader shouted at his men.

Although the Third Corps ranks last among the four corps of the Eagle Legion, this is after all a corps that has participated in several years of war, although it cannot be said to be a hundred battles of elite soldiers, but most of them are veterans, which is not bad.

"Brush, brush, brush. "Each soldier raised the shield he carried with him. The direction is to the left above the head, which is just enough to block the arrows that hit your heart and the top of your head.

It was the first time Locke had watched from a distance.

Their battalion was now located at a position on the border between the Lion Legion and the Eagle Legion.

The location is wonderful, not only is it a slightly steep hill, but it's also far enough away from Otis City. Don't worry about the warring sides making it here.

Locke even tried it with his bow and arrows, and the arrows shot from here were less than a quarter of the distance to the city walls.

I'm afraid that only a big killing weapon like a catapult can have a maximum range of just enough to reach here.

Locke wasn't worried about their safety at all, as behind him was the gate of the wizard's camp.

"Princess, His Royal Highness the Prince has just given an order that we need to use one-third of our magical power to suppress the head of Otis City. A black-robed magician said, holding a crystal ball in his hand, apparently for the purpose of conveying and receiving information.

"Got it!" Angelina reversed her previous dress in front of Locke, but only wore a black leather coat, showing off Her Royal Highness the princess's bumpy and beautiful figure.

It's a pity that a group of magicians here won't appreciate it, in addition to their humble status, the youngest magician here is also over 40 years old.

Although mages are more powerful than knights of the same rank, their advancement is also much more difficult than that of knights.

Those who can be pulled into the combined military camp mage unit are the worst low-level magic apprentices, and the highest are high-level magic apprentices.

Here Angelina is actually the lowest, and the youngest.

But no one will disagree with Angelina, magicians are loose people, this leader's false position, few people really look at it, not to mention Angelina is still a princess.

In addition, Angelina's identity as a mentor also raised enough respect for this group of magicians.

Faustin's only pinnacle-level magic apprentice is Angelina's teacher.

"Master Mumbai, let you lead the first and second magic teams to support. Angelina politely said to a white-bearded old man beside her.

"Good!" the white-bearded old man replied succinctly, and walked out of the tent with a dozen magicians.

In the distance, under the gate of Odis, the vanguard of the Third Corps had already approached the gate, and the massive number of arrows and rolling stones made the soldiers of the Third Corps pay a lot of lives for every step forward.

"Up, up, up!" a squadron leader shouted as his men rushed up.

On the city wall, rolling stones and trees were thrown down without money. Smash down one Faustin soldier after another.

During this time, Otis City has accumulated countless arrows and rolling stones. In addition to this, pots and pots of fire oil were boiling on one side of the city, waiting for the Faustan soldiers to give them a blow to the head when they approached.

The first group on this side of the Eagle Legion's attack was made up of the 3rd Corps. The Third Corps, which originally numbered 6,000 men, plus countless recruits and mercenaries who had just arrived at the front, swelled to nearly 10,000 at this time.

This is true not only of the 3rd Corps, but also of other Corps preparing for the relay. The new army that the kingdom has re-recruited this time has already caused a great shift in the demographic composition of Faustin.

At present, Faustin has few conscripts left in the country. A desperate all-out attack in order to kill Charlotte with a single blow.

The first group of the Third Corps participated in the attack with a total of more than 6,000 people, and the average number of Faustan soldiers at each gate was more than 3,000.

This is still the power of just one corps. Marquis Mammon thought that as long as the soldiers of the Third Legion could lean up and entangle the enemy on the city walls, the soldiers of the rest of the Corps would be able to get close with smaller losses.

In the end, the soldiers of the 3rd Corps were just sacrifices, sacrifices that had to be sacrificed for the sake of Faustin's victory.

Outside the camp of the Marquis of Mammon, the nobles of Faustin gathered here to make a noise. Most of them were commanders of the soldiers of the Third Corps.

"Our battalion is nearly half damaged, why haven't any soldiers stepped up yet?" exclaimed a noble, viscount with a fat brain. The sound was so loud that it could be heard by the entire command post of the Eagle Legion.

"Yes, yes!" a group of other nobles chimed in.

They are not stupid, they are not stupid when they are nobles, and they have a good level of education, so that this group of nobles can understand the plans of the military department at the moment when the war just starts.

This is to take their team and go to the first wave of Otis City's fiercest defense.

Let them wave their flags and shout, it's okay to fight Taiping Boxing, this kind of desperate work, let's leave it to the regular army to do. This was the idea of all the nobles present.

But it's a pity that they have made trouble until now, and no one from the military department has come out to pay attention to them. The knights and soldiers guarding the perimeter of the military headquarters did not know this group of nobles.

Most of the nobles of the Third Corps were minor nobles in the Faustin area. Most of their soldiers are private soldiers in their own territory.

Ordinary soldiers didn't let them in, and the top brass of the military department ignored them, which made this group of nobles almost blow up their nests.

Now on the frontline battlefield, there are their own teams and soldiers dying every second, these soldiers are not only the team that manages their territory, but also the weight of their shares of victory after the war, how can they be willing to cut their own flesh.

"If you don't let me in, I'll cut you!" said the fat man, who was at the head, pointing to one of the soldiers blocking in front of him.

The soldier was unmoved, and looked indifferent.

"Hmph!" this fat nobleman is not joking, the nobleman has the right to dispose of the commoners, he killed the soldier, and at most he lost some money afterwards.

"Brush!" the nobleman's sword had just been drawn from his waist.

"Brush, brush, brush......" All the soldiers in front of them raised their spears, the tips of which were slightly raised, and if you looked closely, you would see that they were all pointing at this nobleman.

"You! you are going to rebel!" the fat nobleman let out a cry like killing pigs, and the other nobles also shouted noisily.

Unlike the noise outside, in the tent, the current commander of the Third Corps was sitting in the tent of the Marquis of Mammon, drinking tea with trembling hands.

The order to attack was not given by him, but by the Marquis of Mammon, bypassing him, to several deputy commanders of the Third Corps.

The commander of the Third Corps is also an earl, but as a nobleman whose territory is far from the royal capital, this earl is a complete local.

He did not dare to disobey the orders of the Marquis of Mammon, and the orders issued by the four marquis of the kingdom could not be refused except for the king.

Due to various factors, this famous nobleman in the territory of the Kingdom of Faustin was under house arrest to drink tea here at this time.

"How's the front line?" Marquis Marques, ignoring the commotion outside, kept his eyes fixed on Otis City.

"The Third Corps had approached three hundred meters from the city gate, but it could not move forward. The herald replied.

"You've reached your limit. Marquis Mammon muttered to himself.

It's not that the soldiers of the 3rd Corps are not strong, but that the firepower on the city of Otis is too strong.

In front of a city with an average of 10,000 people, in the face of the current attack of only 3,000 people of the Third Corps, the defense should not be too simple.

What's more, in addition to the ordinary city guarding equipment on the city wall, there are ......

"Boom, boom, boom!" a pillar of light descended from the gates of Otis City.

The Charlotte Kingdom, which is civilized with its magical strength, finally showed their magical heritage to the spies of various countries who watched the battle in the shadows here today.

The magic cannon began firing non-stop since the soldiers of the Third Corps approached the city of Otis for a thousand meters.

Each beam of light poured out represented the demise of at least a ten-man squad.

In the face of this unstoppable force, except for the strong who cultivated with fighting spirit, who could dodge when launched with their sharper skills, other soldiers could only pray that this magical power would not fall on their heads.

"The Charlottes are too desperate too. The Marquis of Mammon observed the resistance at the head of the city of Odis, and although the soldiers of the Third Legion suffered heavy losses, the Marquis was smiling at this time.

That's right, this wave was earned, and it was blood.

Marquis Mammon wasn't sure how many magic cannon shells the Charlotte still had in their hands, but there must not be many of them without thinking about it, otherwise why didn't he see this kind of big killer weapon on the battlefield before.

Either they are scarce in number or they have just been invented. Or is it both?

If the Charlotte defenders did not fight hard, their king stood at the head of the city, and the menacing Forstein soldiers put great pressure on these Charlotte defenders.

So far, at least 30 rounds of magic crystal shells have been fired, which is close to one-eighth of the reserve.

The war has only just begun.

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