Valentine. The Marquis of Heller was very self-aware.

Although several messengers were sent out during this time, he also knew that it was impossible for an army to come and relieve the siege in the short term.

The earthen walls, which were rebuilt every night, would be bare the next day after a full day of fierce fighting, and at the beginning of the war, the lives of nearly a thousand heavily shielded warriors had to be filled in every day to hold the makeshift camp.

After a few days of adaptation, the shield warrior has now mastered the basic essentials of fighting the demon warrior.

The daily battle loss rate has also continued to decrease, and now only a few hundred infantry soldiers are killed every day.

Every time at dusk, when the soldiers were cleaning the battlefield, the Marquis of Heller's mood was extremely heavy, because if he could not wait for reinforcements, the battle was doomed to a dead end, and all the infantry soldiers would probably die here.

The pace of construction of the walled city was much slower than planned by the Marquis of Heller, and the camp was still behind the earthen platform.

As for the earthen wall, if it is rebuilt every night, it will be trampled by the evil spirits the next day.

Actually Valentine. Marquis Heller wanted to know how the Western Route Army built the walled city during the battle with the Moyunling Demon Legion, and it seemed to be such a simple thing, but when it came to the reinforcements of Handanar City, it was a mess.

Moreover, the location of this reinforcement is still in the deepest part of the Moyunling Heights, which can indeed radiate to the entire northwest area of the Moyunling Highlands, if the reinforcements of Handanar City can gain a foothold here, then this territory will become the bag of the noble lords of Handanar City.

Valentine. Marquis Heller knew very well in his heart that the reinforcements in the current state would not last long.

He hadn't shaved for nearly a week, and he sat in the commander's tent with a decadent face, and countless lines were drawn on the map on his desk, each of which seemed to represent a course of action, but unfortunately none of the lines could connect to the southern exit of Moyunling.

All the options he could think of didn't work.

It's just 70,000 heavy infantry soldiers, and more than 100,000 war horses, all of which are the private property of the noble lords of Handanar City, if all the lord armies of the Marquis of Heller are buried in the northern tundra this time, it means that he will offend all the nobles in Handanar City.

A glass of fruit wine was actually bitter in his mouth, he flipped the wine glass in his hand, closed his bloodshot eyes, leaned back in the chair and only felt a little spinning, as soon as he closed his eyes, there would be evil ghosts all over the mountains and fields in front of him.

"Lord Marquis! The scouts we sent to the northern regions are back! A guard whispered in the ear of the Marquis of Heller.

Marquis Heller opened his eyes, first glanced around suspiciously, and after making sure that the words he heard were not his hallucinations, he sat up straight.

At this time, two scouts were waiting at the door of the tent.

When the two of them all walked in, "How is the situation on the northernmost part of Moyun Ridge?" Marquis Heller asked urgently.

One of the scouts stepped forward and replied, "There is indeed a northern mountain pass in the Moyunling Heights. ”

The Marquis of Heller then asked, "Where?" ”

The scout glanced at the messy map, reached out and pointed to the north and east of the map, and said:

"Here, but it's not the Demon Legion that's stationed there, it's an army of local indigenous tribes that occupies the pass, and even ...... A 60-meter-high wall was built on the North Pass...... Moreover, their army was very large, and even if they had siege equipment, it would be impossible to conquer this wall. ”

The hope in Marquis Heller's eyes was half extinguished in an instant, but he still asked relentlessly:

"Are you sure it's not the army of the Western Route Army?"

"We can be sure that all of us are natives of the local tribes, and we even went under the walls to confirm this information," the scout said with great certainty...... To be exact, they were very friendly and even stood on the walls to greet us in the indigenous language. ”

Hearing the scout say this, the Marquis of Heller's eyes lit up again, and commanded in a loud voice:

"Hurry up and prepare the war horse, this time I must personally meet the leader of this indigenous army!"

……

When Marquis Heller rode out of the camp, an extremely bold idea came to his heart, if this matter could be successful, maybe the situation of Handanar reinforcements in the Moyunling Heights would be completely reversed.

He didn't expect that there would be such an army composed of local aborigines in the northern region of Moyun Ridge.

He had lived in Warsaw for nearly a decade, but had never heard of such a powerful tribe of aborigines in the northern part of Handanarshire.

It was actually possible to build a city wall on Moyun Ridge......

Marquis Heller drank a bottle of spiritual power potion and quickly refreshed himself, he didn't plan to rest at this time, now this army of the Aigrod tribe was a lifeline for the reinforcements of Handanar City, he had to desperately grasp it.

So he didn't want to wait for a moment, and after hearing the news that the indigenous tribal army was not hostile to the imperial army, he immediately rushed towards the north pass of Moyunling.

The northern tundra is about three hundred kilometers from the North Pass, and when the Marquis of Heller rode all the way to the North Pass, it was already evening.

The demon legion on the Kornberg side is very fond of night fighting, but the demons on the highlands are strictly committed to calling it a day at night, and never fighting at night is the most distinctive feature of the Moyunling Evil Ghost Legion, although the behavior of the demons is a little strange, but it undoubtedly makes Marquis Heller not have to worry about the demons will carry out a surprise attack at night.

The night sky of Moyunling is full of stars.

The snow-capped mountains in the distance had long since turned into black shadows and melted into the endless night, and if it weren't for a row of torches lit on the city wall, the Marquis of Heller might not have seen the wall built on the mountain pass.

As the scouts say, the walls here are almost as tall as the walls of Bednar.

At this height, the only way for the Imperial legions to breach the walls was to build huge siege engines.

The group came to the bottom of the city wall, and the four guards carefully held the knight's light shield and rode in the front, blocking the Marquis of Heller tightly.

When the aboriginal warriors on the city wall saw the group of men and horses under the city, they spoke a series of incomprehensible indigenous words at the head of the city.

Now the language barrier may be the biggest problem, just when the Marquis of Heller scratched his head a little, he didn't expect that the gate under the city wall was actually opened, and the aboriginal warriors guarding the gate were still waving vigorously, signaling them to hurry up and enter.

Marquis Heller's heart was full of suspicions, when did the local aborigines become so friendly to the imperial knights?

However, since the purpose of coming here is to have a good conversation with the aboriginal leaders here, even if this trip is a little dangerous, the Marquis of Heller can only ride in at this time.

When passing through the city gate, several of the guards around the Marquis of Heller took a posture and reached out to grab a handful of silver hammers and threw them to the aboriginal guards at the city gate.

Unexpectedly, those guards reacted quickly, holding a blue iris shield, and actually caught all these silver hammers, and then looked at the silver coins in the shield, and said again, it seemed that they were not very interested in these silver hammers.

The aboriginal guard thought for a moment, then took a wolf tooth from his necklace and threw it to the guard.

Then he said a string of indigenous words, although the guards could not understand what the aboriginal guards were saying, but they could see from his demeanor that they were not interested in those silver hammers, and seemed to say that the next exchange, they would take something else.

……

Every night was the best time for the Western Route Army, which was stationed on the high hill in the southern part of the Villagasi hills, to recuperate.

At this time, the infantry soldiers, who had been well rested during the day, would carry blocks of shale on their backs to the top of the city, and every night they would raise the walls north of the stronghold.

After a day of fierce fighting, the infantry soldiers after dinner would count the exploits of the day.

Although this kind of siege warfare is somewhat boring, for the warriors defending the city, the merits obtained are extremely stable and rich.

The demons rushed up from under the city wall as if they were desperate, and they couldn't break through the shield wall of the shield warriors at the head of the city, and the spear warriors behind them would even work together to stab the demon warriors down.

Dinner was chestnut rice porridge and meatloaf, a dish with a strong Hylanza flavor that was eaten every few days, and for the infantry soldiers, it was definitely the taste of home, and everyone knew that Commander Surdak's hometown was in Hylanza, and it was an honor to be able to eat it.

Although the daily battles were fierce and brutal, the morale of the infantry soldiers of the Western Route Army was high.

"After this battle, what do you want to do, will you continue to follow the lord to fight in other planes?" An infantry soldier lying outside the tent watching the starry sky asked his companion.

He was rubbing a golden coin against his linen shirt, which he had polished to a bright finish, but he hadn't stopped.

It seems that this has become a habit of chatting.

"Go home! I'm going to go home after this plane war, I've saved a little money in the past few years, and I'll marry two more wives when I go home, and rent an oak grove, and the gold and silver oak fruits of Highlandsa are very famous, and I will also know a little bit of the craft of hoop barrels......"

Another older veteran said in a hoarse voice.

There was a jumble of footsteps, and the infantry soldiers under the tent next to them stood up.

The two infantry soldiers also hurriedly stood up, looked towards the place where the footsteps sounded, and saw Commander Surdak hurriedly walking by with a few followers, and the infantry soldiers under the tents on both sides saluted.

Commander Surdak hurried over, but his cordial voice remained:

"After a day's battle, everyone has a good rest......"

The two veterans poked their heads into the back of Commander Surdak.

"Where are our lords going?"

The older veteran replied as a matter of course:

"Where else can I go, at this time, I will naturally go to the medical tent, there are many seriously injured soldiers there waiting for him to be treated!"