"The difficulties in front of us are all a summary of the moment, we have sufficient troops, the Iron Hand, the Iron Curtain Forest, the Tooth of the Behemoth, and the Iron Horse, no one can stop us, we have a vast rear, the Snowford Territory, the Dabire Territory, the Hodlaire Territory, all the forces of Arathi are gathered in our hands, we are fighting for the motherland! Take back the royal city! Wash away the shame, for Arathi!!"

In the hall built by a simple large tent, dressed in a gorgeous and dazzling dress, with a standard aristocratic mustache, a middle-aged aristocratic man stood on the front desk and waved his hands exaggeratedly, while roaring heartbreakingly.

Under the stage, there are five chairs with backrests in the first row in an orderly manner, and there are several rows of small stools horizontally and vertically placed at a distance behind them, which look like they are in their early twenties.

Most of the people sitting on the stools and chairs are well-dressed nobles, but compared to the slightly noisy environment of the nobles on the stools behind, there are those who cheer for the people on the stage, those who roar, and those who turn their heads and curse in a low voice, but most of them sit coldly, mouth to nose, nose to nose and nose to eye without movement. The five people sitting in the front row, except for a white-haired old man and a young nobleman next to him who slowly clapped their hands in response, the others all looked cold and ignored.

"Okay! I'm not here to listen to this nonsense! I've already taken care of the siege battle for the past two days, and tomorrow will start, a few of you, who's going to go!"

With obvious impatience on his face, the aristocratic man sitting on the far right of the first row stood up, a terrifying muscle held the sapphire blue aristocratic dress tight, and after his sharp gaze swept twice on the faces of the people in the front row, he said mockingly behind the chair.

"Of course, if you don't want to go, then as agreed..."

"Northside, don't say it so nicely, if it weren't for the timely support of my troops today, you would still have escaped back?"

Before the aristocratic man finished speaking, the owner of the second seat said without raising his head, his voice was cold, but it was a particularly beautiful female voice. It's just that the person who spoke was completely wrapped in a pale silver robe, only a little long hair of the same color as the robe was hanging outside, and his white hands were playing with a silver-white wand, and clusters of white points of light continued to generate around the wand and then disappear.

"Hmph, Ariel, don't tell me this! Your group of soft-legged shrimp mages, without me in front, you have a ghost!"

After being interrupted, the aristocratic man's face immediately showed a trace of anger, but looking at the woman wrapped in the robe, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, the left hand holding the chair tightened, and the armrest of the chair gurgled, and at the same time, he glanced at the few remaining people in the first row from the corner of his eye, and said intentionally or unintentionally.

"Without the support of the mage regiment in the back, those iron bumps of yours are not enough to fill the moat!"

The woman wrapped in the robe was still-for-tat, but this time she finally put away the wand in her hand, lifted her hood, and stood up, only a pair of unusually bright eyes on her slightly ordinary facial features looked at the aristocratic man who was close at hand with an elusive meaning.

"Alright, in the entire coalition army, your Iron Hand is the heavy infantry regiment, and even the entire Arashi, and now you are the only one who is good at siege warfare!"

Coughing slightly, the old man next to the noble female mage slowly stood up, and after glancing at the noble female mage, he turned his head to the noble man and said with a smile.

In just two days of siege battles, my Iron Hand lost nearly a thousand men in front of the gates of Riptide Fort! The losses of other auxiliary regiments were even several times that of this!"

His eyes widened, and the corners of North's mouth twitched as he stared at the old guy in front of him. In the meeting in front of the station a few days ago, it was the other party's prodding that made him accidentally land, thinking that he was ready to capture the city-breaking battle, and his mouth was wide open, and he self-righteously earned the first attack of this big pit. Unexpectedly, the entire Riptide Fortress defense force was unexpectedly sufficient, although there were not many high-level troops, but relying on the pure boulder city wall inherited from the imperial capital of the ancient Arathi Empire, which was twelve meters high and had an average thickness of more than three meters, let his command, which was known as the invincible heavy armor warrior corps of the siege - the Iron Hand, attack for several days without any results.

As the imperial capital of the ancient Alassi Empire, although the Riptide Fort has not had much brilliance in the past thousand years, almost to eat the old money to live, but the emaciated camel is also bigger than the horse, the whole city is built in the southwest of the Arathi platform next to the coast of a valley, the city is flanked by natural mountains as a barrier, behind is the cliff next to the sea, just this location, the whole Arathi is the only one.

On the front of the royal city, except for the two moats, there is a wide depression, which can no longer be determined whether it is man-made or natural, and the depression is just right to make a section of the wall of Rapids Fort next to it increase by nearly ten meters in vain, reaching a terrifying height of twenty-two meters, and this height alone has eliminated any possibility of attacking the city.

So in fact, the only way to storm the siege is the five-meter-wide main road that crosses between the two moats, although under normal circumstances, the two moats should be filled in at the first time during the siege battle, or at least a few temporary pontoon bridges should be pulled out, but the two moats in front of the whitewater fort are actually similar to two small lakes, and they are completely beyond the normal scope that can be handled.

It was in this harsh siege environment that the Iron Hand almost used the tactics of adding fuel to the attack on the city gate by one team, but it was a little broken in two days.

Originally, in the entire Riptide Castle Kingdom, there were only two high-grade heavy armored infantry regiments in the contemporary era, one of which was Count Geshak's Storm Halberd, as a fierce general who had experienced World War II, Count Geshak expanded this heavy infantry regiment based on the veterans who had survived World War II with him, even if it was a strong force in the entire human kingdom, but this fierce army was finally lost under the impact of the troll frenzy, and even the basic structure was not left, plus the Geshak clan was dead, and there was no possibility of rebuilding at all.

So today, he, the Iron Hand under Duke Northside Snowford, has become the dominant hoplite regiment in the entire Arathi.

In Arashi, which is dominated by the grassland, cavalry has always been equipped with basic troops, and the fundamental reason for the popularity of cavalry in Arashi is that compared with the high cost of cultivating cavalry regiments in other regions of mankind, the cost of cavalry in this grassland is much cheaper than the heavy infantry of the king of foot warfare.

On the other hand, only the Snoford Territory, which has the largest grain growing area in Arashi, has gradually established this steel casting division by relying on its strong population and financial resources.

However, even if the power of the entire territory is poured, the scale of the Iron Hand has always been barely maintained to the scale of a corps of nearly 10,000 people, after all, in addition to the elite troops, the entire territory also needs to support a variety of standard standing armies, originally North felt that a full heavy infantry regiment as a spur force, with a large number of auxiliary corps is enough to deal with any situation, in fact, before encountering a large city of the size of Riptide Castle, in his hands, the Iron Hand has broken through the city to capture the position is not a few, but now there are thousands of people in two days, and the damage rate of nearly one-tenth is already quite painful for the Grand Duke。

"Heh! Among the main forces this time, you are not the only infantry combat corps..."

Unlike the two who stared at each other with big eyes, although the noble female mage still had a cold expression, her eyes looked at the young man at the end of the first row, who was silent from beginning to end.

Dressed in a simple bronze battle armor, it was incompatible with the atmosphere of almost full aristocratic costumes on the scene, and the tall man sat upright on the chair, and his hands were naturally in front of him with a long sword pillar. The young man looked at the high platform in front of him without squinting, and only when he heard all the words of the female mage that he tilted his head slightly, but then returned to his original form.

"There's some news from Kurtilas!"

As if it was a beginning, after the noble female mage threw the spearhead at the last young man, the two who were originally glaring at each other also glanced at the silent young noble warrior, and when the surrounding atmosphere began to subtly carry a little bloody smell, the young nobleman who was originally next to the old nobleman stood up, directly in front of the young warrior beside him, and said to the old nobleman with an expressionless face.

"The last time it was reported was three days ago, when Kultilas's navy made an attempt to land on Fadil, but after losing a few people, it was withdrawn!"

At the mention of Kul Tiras's navy, the old nobleman was obviously a little shameless, and his tone involuntarily carried some contempt.

"It's better to wait for the gate of the Liubao to be abolished by itself!"

North, who answered the call, was also obviously full of distrust and disdain for the Kurtiras, who had promised to send troops but had been working as proofers, and after sneering, he fixed his eyes in one direction.

"Your Highness Garin, why don't you let us see the style of the Royal Guards in the past tomorrow!"

Although the voice was very low, at the beginning of the-for-tat confrontation among the big people, not only the nobles who spoke on the stage, but even the small nobles behind them held their breath and did not speak. Northside's words were naturally heard by everyone clearly, and in an instant, almost all eyes focused on the tail end of the first row, the young warrior, the last prince of the Torbairn dynasty of the Riptide Kingdom, Garin Torbairn.

"The Snoastrians have sworn allegiance to the sword of Tolbairn!"

With a small stride, the young warrior was once again blocked behind him, and the young nobleman's cold face became even more gloomy, and his angry tone rushed straight to Northside not far away.

"My father, my brother is loyal to His Highness Stirling! Therefore, they ordered the Grand Canyon of Garcinos!

The face, which was originally a little elegant, turned red in an instant, and Northside's eyes burst into a bloodthirsty gaze. But after looking at the young nobleman who was looking at him with a gloomy face, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said.

Hearing the other party call himself His Highness, Marseilleu frowned slightly, and then heard the figure of the chair moving behind him, and helplessly moved away.

"Then Duke Northside, I hope to see your heroic figure tomorrow and assist the Royal Guard in launching a new round of attacks!"

Still holding the long sword in both hands, Garin looked at Northside with an indifferent expression, then nodded to Marseilleu who was looking over and turned to walk out of the hall, as the prince left, only a few or four nobles got up and followed...

"Your Excellency, His Highness Garin has come over there to ask us for supplies!"

As soon as he entered the tent, an old man with gray hair walked in and said to Marseilleu with an anxious face.

"Try to divide it into parts!"

Letting the attendant untie the cloak behind his back, Marseilleu frowned and said to the old man when he heard this.

"My lord, our Muya Town was originally the farthest force from Riptide Castle, and the transportation of supplies has always been very difficult, and the current inventory is slightly surplus, so we have no ability to support His Highness Garin!"

Among the two people who came in after Marseilleu, dressed in blue and white aristocratic clothes, Terenus stopped the old man who was about to leave, turned to Marseilleu and said.

"Then move some of the emergency backup parts over!"

Frowning and glancing at Terenas, Marseillo thought for a moment and said to the old man.

But when the old man nodded and turned around, he was stopped by Tylenus again, and this time the chief mage of Muya Town first glanced at the Scarface warrior who was also walking in on the other side, and then whispered a few words to the old man. When the old man heard this, he glanced at Marseillo with some doubts, and was immediately whispered by Terenaus, and then he cowered and bowed respectfully to the three people in the tent, and then turned and walked out of the tent.

"Terenath! the next supply is almost here! there's no need to be so calculating!"

In the face of the small actions of his subordinates in front of him, Marseilleu didn't say anything, but waited for the old man to walk out, and then pinched his temple and said, although he didn't think that the other party would do anything to be sorry for him, as his chief strategist and chief mage of Muya Town, this trust was still there.

"Your Highness! Garin is almost unable to defend Geshak!"

Glancing at the Scarface Warrior, Tyrenus smiled and said to Marseillo.

"What to do with your own territory is the lord's own business!"

Frowning and staring at Terenus for a few minutes, Marseilleu looked away and said lightly.

"Young Master, I'm a rough man! I don't know what the righteousness of the country is, but Geshak was fought hard by us, and now he is being smoky by that group of waste! I heard that there are no less than 1,000 people starving to death this year, plus the displaced people who are constantly fleeing into our territory..."

Feeling Terenus's gaze, Mustan glared back before he spoke angrily.

In the great war three years ago, with the support of all parties, after several life-and-death battles, Marseyu miraculously held the town of Muya, and even united with various supports to recapture the Geshak territory in one fell swoop, and successfully drove the deadwood trolls back to their ancestral land. However, in the end, the town of Muya did not annex Geshak, but gave this piece of grain, which was second only to Northford, to Garin Tolbane, who was trapped in the Valley of Refuge... (To be continued.) )