Night, the city of Petain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Countless torches were inserted into the city of Betan, mixed with the soft light of the magic crystal lamp, making the light near the city wall appear, even if it was still not like day, but no one really questioned the brightness when it was close to dusk.

After only an hour and a half of Ryan Giggs's order to prepare for the night battle, the garrison, which had been fighting for a day, had finally completely driven the army of Petain from the bluestone walls.

Captain Duke exhaled, then ordered the guards to go on the defensive, holding the stairs leading to the walls, while the archers condescendingly fired at those who tried to counterattack below.

The hard walls built at the cost of the Viscount of Ceylon's countless financial resources at this time not only did not become the meat grinder of the army under Ryan Ryans, as the Viscount of Ceylon had expected, but became the support of the garrison.

This made the Viscount of Ceylon, who was behind the position at this time, angry, but helpless.

When the news of the complete occupation of the city wall by the garrison reached Giggs's ears, Giggs, who was already dressed in military uniform, nodded, followed by Joe and Allen, and personally took the reserve team and the cooking squad who had left behind before to carry the dinner that had lost some temperature to the city wall.

Holding a pot of steamed buns wrapped in a layer of white cotton wool in both hands, Giggs didn't seem to feel the weight, striding at the front of the walking procession.

The soldiers behind him were also the same at this time, closely following the pace of Giggs, but there was a different feeling in their hearts.

Their king, their leader, took them with him, delivered food to their robes who were fighting on the front lines, and refused the iron basins that many soldiers wanted to take from him.

"I'm bringing food to my soldiers, is there anything wrong with that?"

The tone of course made these ordinary soldiers feel a lot of love in their hearts.

"This is our King, His Majesty who cares for us!"

An officer with the rank of captain turned around and handed a bucket of rice to the two soldiers behind him after Allen's eyes, and quickly ran towards the city wall.

Quickly climbed the city wall, his eyes glanced slightly, and by the light of the torches, he found Duke, who was standing on the edge of the inner city wall, observing the situation in the city with a command knife.

Passing the guards beside him, the captain came behind Duke, and after he turned around to show a puzzled look, his legs quickly folded, and after a standard military salute, he whispered to Duke's side.

After listening to the captain's words, Duke hurried to the outside of the wall, and watched as a team with torches was marching towards the wall.

He immediately returned to the center of the city wall, straightened the military hat on his head, and made a loud sound.

"Brothers, His Majesty the King has come to visit us in person~"

"Hold on for a while, and the brothers in the back will come over to replace everyone right away~"

The soldiers who heard Duke's words were immediately in high spirits, and as veterans, of course they knew that it was the brothers behind them who would replace them, and they could rest and fill their already hungry stomachs.

It was just not expected that their King Majesty would come and visit them in person.

In the army's internal education, the soldiers were instilled from the beginning with the idea of fighting for Giggs, and no matter what kind of people these soldiers were before, they would also be fanatical about Giggs in such an environment.

And now their king, their faith, came to visit them personally, how could they not be excited?

Hurrying down the ladder, Duke ignored the corpses scattered outside the walls and ran at a uniform pace in the direction of Giggs.

Less than ten meters away from Giggs, Duke stopped, gave a military salute to Giggs, and then stood still and reported in a loud voice.

"The soldiers of the garrison are fighting fiercely and cannot greet His Majesty, please forgive Your Majesty!"

Giggs looked serious, and after the standard salute, a deep voice came into Duke's ears.

"It is glory for a soldier to fight!"

After listening to this, Duke breathed a sigh of relief and trotted to Giggs's side, trying to pick up the iron basin that Giggs had placed on the ground, but Giggs waved and refused.

It wasn't until Giggs personally delivered the pot of steamed buns to the bottom of the city wall that he said to the soldiers who had already laid down the food behind him.

"Now. ”

"Go and take our brethren. ”

"Let them come down and have a delicious dinner. ”

Later, Giggs personally made rice for the soldiers who came down to fetch food, handed it to one soldier, and took the bowl handed by the next soldier in the reddish eyes of these soldiers.

The soldiers of Petain, who were still fighting inside the walls and trying to counterattack the walls, including the Viscount of Ceylon and his personal guards who were slightly away from the battlefield, suddenly heard a tsunami-like sound from outside the walls.

"For the !! of Giggs"

"For His Majesty the King!!"

The sound from outside the walls quickly spread to the walls, and the same high-pitched sound came out, catching some of the battlering Beitan soldiers off guard.

Before they died, they saw a pair of extremely fanatical eyes, which made them dare not look directly.

The Viscount of Ceylon's lips trembled uncontrollably, and he tried to pull a handkerchief from his bosom to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, but he couldn't succeed because of the constant trembling fingers.

Bell, who noticed this scene, that is, the head of the Viscount Ceylon's personal guard, couldn't help but flicker his eyes, staring at the back of the Viscount of Ceylon, not knowing what he was thinking, but the index finger of his left hand holding the saber at his waist trembled slightly on the hilt.

......

It was late in the night, and both sides of the war chose to stop after Giggs ordered his soldiers to retreat slightly and assume a defensive posture.

Each repaired its defenses, and assigned sentinels to keep an eye on each other's movements.

Giggs did not return to the camp, but sat on the walkway of the wall, leaning against the wall.

He prepared for the vigil, and he was putting on a show from the moment he gave the order to fight at night, and he still is.

At the moment, the show has been a success, so Giggs doesn't mind continuing to improve this success, and with his physical fitness, staying up all night doesn't make a difference.

All this, naturally, fell in the eyes of the soldiers around him, his eyes were ruddy, and he couldn't help himself.

At this time, the Viscount of Ceylon was ready to rest after washing.

After all, he was a nobleman, not a warrior, but he also knew that he could not return to his mansion at such a time. I had to sleep in the tent set up by my own guards.

Bell, the brother-in-law of the Viscount of Ceylon and also the commander of his personal guard, watched the Viscount of Ceylon fall asleep with a look in his eyes.

Making an excuse, far from the tent where no one was paying attention, Bell spoke his thoughts to several of the other officers in the guard system with a fierce face.

Surrounded by knife-wielding soldiers who suddenly appeared around them, several officers made eye contact and stretched out their hands to Bell.

Seeing this, Bell showed a very evil smile on his face, licked his lips, and his face became flushed. )