"Could there be some conspiracy?", the prosecutor looked at the three phalanxes of less than 10,000 people outside the city, worried, always feeling as if he had neglected something, he turned his head to look at the only commander in the city, and asked: "You are the only commander of the city, do you know any way to make less than 10,000 people attack the city and fight a battle?"

In fact, there was not only one captain in the city, but also more than one legion. This can be regarded as a border, and it was not less than a thousand kilometers away from Huite at that time. On Earth, a thousand kilometers may be an extremely long distance, but for this world, a thousand kilometers is not that far. The human constitution in this world is special, very strong, and at the same time has good endurance, a trained elite soldier, walking 200 kilometers a day is the same as playing.

With a short distance of 1,000 kilometers, it can be completed in seven days at most, and if it is a cavalry, it is even more powerful. Once all kinds of demonic beast mounts run, they are like thunder, and it only takes two or three days to travel such a long distance.

But since Huite's destruction, Yelut's ambition to expand has not died, and the archon of Jetter ordered the defense to be contracted, allowing more troops to return to Jett's hinterland, and concentrate superior forces to form a defensive circle to deal with Yelut's frog jumping tactics that he once used on Huite. It's not entirely true that Huit is defending the city to the death, and it is impossible for the entire Jerut to delay a full-scale attack because of the ententation of one or two cities, so they will leave some people to continue to besiege the city, and the rest of the soldiers will drive directly into it, which has become the prototype of the frog jumping tactics in ancient wars on the earth.

Jettle's move is tantamount to directly abandoning the outermost territory, the gods are weak, and the strength of mortals is not as good as the other party, rather than spreading the limited strength in the entire territory, it is really better to concentrate it.

So the city only has a mere commander and an army of 10,000.

Captain Wan pondered for a while before shaking his head heavily, "I've never heard of any battle that can capture a city with less than 10,000 people, at least I haven't heard of it in the Southern Regions, and I don't know if there are other places." ”

The prosecutor glanced at the consul not far away, and sneered disdainfully.

The pressure from Jerut shattered the balance of the city's internal system and ignited the contradictions between them, and some officials and wealthy merchants, led by the procurator, completely broke with the consuls. The most important thing is that the two sides have different purposes and different practices. The consul wanted to concentrate all the forces in the city and fight a beautiful battle to defend the city, regardless of whether he would lose the city in the end, at least he was qualified, leaving himself a way out.

But the other forces in the city are different, knowing that the Jeruths are unstoppable, and they still want to force everyone to die, who is willing to give their lives for the future of the consuls? Why should they use other people's lives to pave the way for your future? No one is a saint, everyone is afraid of death, and they don't want to die.

The irreconcilable contradictions eventually divided the forces in the city, forming two groups of people.

A group that wants to fight beautifully, it is better to be able to repel the Jeruts once or twice, and win glory for themselves.

A group of people who want to save their lives, live secretly, and don't want to make wedding dresses for others.

As if aware of the prosecutor's cold gaze, the archon picked the corners of his mouth absently. Now is the time for him to be proud, it turns out that the Jeruts are not a large army to overwhelm the territory, it is very likely that the team that swept the wilderness wanted to try to attack the city on a whim. This was great news for him, for he would surely win this battle, and even if he escaped and returned to the rear, he would be able to shout out in the face of the archons and justices.

He once repelled an attack by the Jeruths, but his strength was so small that he had to flee. It's not that he's incompetent, it's that there are really no available manpower.

It is perhaps, that the archon will throw him another city in recognition of what he has done.

As for the Ombudsman and those who oppose him, as long as he can keep his position, he has a way to clean up this group of people.

Thinking of this, the consul said to the clerk: "Let the rich merchants in the city donate a sum of materials and reward them to the soldiers at the head of the city, as long as they can win this war, everyone will have a reward!"

The clerk bowed slightly and hurried away.

The consul seemed to have a winning hand, with a calm smile on his face, his fingers rhythmically tapping the battlements, humming an out-of-tune ditty.

About ten minutes later, there was a roar of applause on the city wall, the soldiers at the bottom did not have so many twists and turns, since the upper peak was willing to put more chips, they were naturally willing to sell their lives.

After a while, the phalanx of the Jerutes began to move. They had no siege equipment, only simple ladders, and the consul pretended to be experienced, pointed at the Jeruts under the city and sneered: "These barbarians are stupid, do they think that they can conquer our city with only ladders? Do you really think that the Jettels are all a bad breed? Today, we must teach these fools a good lesson, and let them know that the Jettels are also warriors who are not so easy to defeat!"

Rossi and the big guys were huddled together, and in addition to the soldiers, there were more than 10,000 young men on the city wall, which was a good thing, and even if someone moved, no one would notice.

The cavalry of 2,000 men finally slowly gathered together and defended the left side of the wall, and the centurion casually threw a blue handkerchief down from the wall, and the Yerutian formation in the distance immediately adjusted slightly, aiming in this direction and rushed over.

Looking from the city wall, dense human heads are pouring over with cloud ladders, which is particularly spectacular. When the ladder was set up on the city wall, Rossi made a look, and the two thousand people immediately turned their faces and stabbed the long sword in their hands at the Jettel beside him.

The most feared thing in war is to defect, and if this happens, it will not only cause a serious blow to morale, but also make the soldiers wary of each other. War is never a one-man game, but a group game. If we no longer trust each other and are suspicious of each other, how can we unite and unite with each other?

The screams came so abruptly that the bigwigs on the taller towers behind the city walls were slightly startled.

"What happened?"

In the face of the archon's stern criticism, the captain was also at a loss, and he only squeezed out a few words for a long time, "Maybe it's a mutiny, right?"

The faces of many of the big men changed suddenly, and the consul immediately turned around and left, although he didn't understand military things, he also knew what mutiny meant.

This city can't be defended!

The procurator was also grim-faced, and although he and the consuls were at odds, he did not want to see the Jerutes attack so easily. He hurriedly shouted: "Go and suppress this group of untouchables!

The captain's mouth was bitter, these people were originally forcibly recruited by the orders of the consul, and it was a matter of course that something happened. At this time, when you talk about suppression, who are you going to suppress? There were only six or seven thousand soldiers defending the city on the city wall, but more than 10,000 young men were recruited. It may be better to let it go, and bystanders will naturally not participate, but once the army is sent to suppress it, it is difficult to ensure that those young people who remain neutral and wait and see will arouse the thoughts of the same enemy.

Whoever rules the city, their identity won't change much. Rather than being trapped here and not knowing whether they will live or die, why not give it a fight, and maybe the Jeruts will be so kind that they will be promoted to citizens?

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted loudly: "It's the opposite, it's all the opposite, kill this group of powerful officials, and surrender to the Yeruts for war exploits!"

The shouts became louder and louder, and more and more people echoed them, and everyone had a herd mentality, and some onlookers couldn't help but draw their swords and kill the soldiers in battle armor.

A steady stream of Jeruts poured into the walls from the ladders, and soon an unstoppable torrent was formed, destroying the Jetels' fragile defenses.

It's done!