readx;? For any commander who wants to win a battle, it is a very high priority to "see the six directions and listen to the eight directions" at the strategic level, and to pay attention to all the details between the enemy and the enemy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Whether the soldiers were satisfied with food, clothing, shelter and transportation, and whether there were any gossips spreading uncontrollably in the barracks. Man always needs to eat, and no amount of elegant and noble slogans and passionate passions can be used to fill their stomachs - where is their tipping point, the knights who have undergone many generations of nobles' strict military ideological education and the sergeants who have been with them day and night must have different standards of evaluation from the inferior mercenaries and militiamen.

The militiamen, accustomed to hunger, who had been living in poverty, could endure in silence when confronted with hard bread, while the knights, who were pampered and ate better food, frowned, the knights, sergeants, and mercenaries who had experienced the war were able to keep their composure better when they saw the scenes of battle, and those who were peasants or refugees began to panic and were at a loss. People are never created equal, people from different classes living different lives will react differently to different things, and trying to maintain order by militiamen who have not undergone strict military training to the same standards is already a difficult thing in the ordinary battlefield.

When all this came to the most difficult battle to defend the city, and in the face of the fact that the morale of these peasant-born archers, who had come to stand guard in Wolfsburg on weekdays, but had never really seen a brutal battle on a large scale, began to decline uncontrollably, the inexperienced knights and sergeants tried to change the situation, and the move of the inexperienced knights and sergeants to change the situation was ridiculously wrong.

"Weak and incompetent waste! Hold on, we don't ask you to go up to the city wall to fight, just hold on here, can't you even do this!" A loud shout resounded in the corner of the black castle, and as the price of the strong defense of the outer walls of the castle, the interior of the Wolf Castle was very narrow except for the Earl's Mansion and the place where the knights lived.

A castle built purely for defensive warfare could not be compared to the comfort of a mansion, and with the resurgence of the tide in Ecasta in the spring, and the cold, damp corners filled with bugs and rats, the psychological effects on the longbowmen of the defending militia were quite great - but none of this was comparable to the corpses of the dead wrapped in straw mats and rags, but the stench still lingered.

A few days ago, they were still living humans who could laugh and laugh, but now they just lay there gnawing at bugs and rats, emitting a dizzying stench.

The warm and humid climate of the Ecasta Plains is less beautiful at this time, as the temperature accelerates the decay of the carcasses and makes all kinds of snakes, insects, rats and ants quite active. The militia initially wanted to dump the corpses outside the city, wrapping them in thick straw mats and discarding them outside to avoid disease and foul smells. But the offensive from Edward's side never stopped, and after several attempts to abandon the corpses resulted in an increase in corpses, the sergeants of Wolfsburg strictly forbade them to continue doing such things, even at night.

"Don't be so weak, aren't you just corpses!" the words that echoed through the middle of the castle from the sergeants' voices, who lived on the upper floors of the castle far from the area where the corpses were kept, further deepened the gap between them and the militia archers.

Except for a few archers who were better at archery and were ordered to stand guard near the crack of the arrows on the second floor, with the remnants of arrows that had been deliberately preserved, waiting for the other to attack when they approached again, the rest of the archers, who numbered sixty percent, could only live in all corners of the castle, in the company of snakes, insects, rats, ants, and cold, damp ground, diligently pulling their tattered cloaks, trying to get a little humble sleep in every possible position at night.

They were disturbed by the stench of their companions' corpses, and at first some would try to chase away the rats and insects that came to eat the corpses, but then after two or three days of not being able to sleep properly, every day everyone who dwelled below was just numb as the walking dead.

One time a militiaman woke up in the middle of the night and began to scream, he was bitten by a rat as a dead body because of the rancid smell of his clothes, the militia cursed and cursed all this and woke up the other people who had managed to fall asleep, both sides were angry and quarreled and woke up the sergeant above, and the sergeant who intervened violently drew his whip and suppressed corporal punishment with his status and position, which further led to the deterioration of everything.

This is an ill-prepared war.

Adolf von Dorwolfborg, then forty-one-year-old Count of Wolfsburg, stood at the top of the castle's window and looked down, thinking. Mamie's nobles were strategically defensive, and both his father and grandfather had faced several rogue robbers in the kingdom, and even he himself had fought several times between the twenties and thirties of the Loan bandits, as well as rebellious nobles.

The Earl of Wolfsburg's reputation for being defensive, and with the Black Castle's ability to combine offense and defense, the mere existence of this black landmark is a great deterrent to anyone with bad intentions - but they are indeed ill-prepared for this war.

"Knock knock. "Count. The door was open, and instead of rushing out with the previous cavalry, a trusted blonde knight of Mami origin who was still alive knocked symbolically and walked in to report on the situation of the battle. The Count had already guessed from his expression, and with the knight's words, the morale of the castle, which had plummeted in just a few days, was mentioned again.

True, they had never encountered an enemy army of this size. Therefore, in the initial stage, in order to resist the excessively fierce attack, the stock of bows and arrows was exhausted, and if it was not urgently stopped, I am afraid that more than 60% of the archers would now become rice buckets. This was the first mistake they had made with poor preparation, as did the rest of the siege engine, but given all the human and psychological factors, they might have made the same choice in the face of such a fierce attack if they had the opportunity to do so.

But in other things, it's really just human error.

In the first three days of the battle, the stench emitted by the dead and wounded militia left in the interior of the castle in the fierce rain of arrows can now be smelled even when the windows of the earl's own mansion are opened, and in addition to the possible diseases and water pollution, it is extremely important to dispose of the corpses quickly, but those sergeants in order to prevent too many deaths because of the loss of corpses, when the city gate is breached, no one has defended it, and now the corpses are beginning to rot and stink, full of snakes, insects, rats and ants, and no one wants to carry them to discard.

The lack of rest and appetite affected by the foul smell further caused many of the people below to become dazed, but even more serious than all this was the lack of morale of the army - the archers who felt that they were useless could only sit there all day, and many of the junior sergeants could not control their mouths and cursed them for "eating white rice" It is true that the consumption of food and water in the castle in preparation for the defense of the city must also be taken care of, but saying such words will obviously make the militia, who already feel this way, more biased towards the side of Edward, who already has a good reputation.

There had already been several attempts to escape from the castle, and the sergeants had to be physically stationed at the city gates to prevent anyone from secretly opening the gates at night and surrendering. The distrust of prison guards, combined with the corporal punishment and scolding of those who tried to flee to Edward's side, further undermined morale - but it was also a reluctant move.

First, if the castle is breached, they will need more men to help defend it, and secondly, if a precedent is set to allow the archers who feel they are useless to escape from the gates, more people will want to follow them.

"Why can't they and we can't!"

Once this happens, the whole battle will completely collapse in a single day - but-

But all this should have happened at least a month and a half after the siege of the city.

Whether it's dealing with corpses, boosting morale, or giving sergeants control over their speech. All these things were well known to Count Adolf, but he had been silent since the beginning of the campaign, and without the accurate and effective command of the wise leaders from above, the conflict between the ignorant militia archers and the sergeants and knights who felt that they had to defend the castle as much as he did.

It was a war for which Count Adolf von Dorwolfberg had never prepared, and for which he was seriously ill-prepared.

He had thought about it many, many, many times. The Dowofberg family are staunch supporters of Shulfagar, the stable defenders of His Majesty's Majesty, and will be the most staunch bastion to defend any enemy that comes their way, like a solid black castle that has been passed down for generations.

"Even if you die here, don't have the slightest doubt, because indecision will cost you everything. "Count Adolf, who has been handed down from his great-grandfather's generation, remembered in mind and body that if the enemy he faced at this moment was such a terrible enemy as Sivalier or even Padrosi, Adolf would have done much better, and he would not hesitate to stand up and lead all his soldiers to die heroically.

But it's not.

He had imagined, and had asked his father, the Earl of the Father, who was now no longer alive, who he would help if one Shulfaga man attacked another Shulfaga.

"The Dowofberg family is the defender of the king, so if a rebellious prince tries to usurp the throne, we will naturally defend the king. He still remembers that answer.

What if that prince represents the future of the country of Avenella?

All he had to do was to stand by his side, and to carve out the future of the country with the great prince who was perhaps the best prince of the Shulfaga family in all these years, to watch the kingdom he had raised and raised grow into prosperity, and to watch the people of his beloved realm live a prosperous life with smiles on their faces.

Or will they stick to their posts and responsibilities, as a testament to the old age, like the pain that will inevitably come before the rebirth, and be relegated to the embers of history with the doomed Ahibon II?

Hope, and responsibility.

It was precisely because of the pride of being a nobleman that this choice was so difficult for Adolf.

It was precisely because he had a hard time making a choice that he would sit back and watch the situation inside Wolfsburg deteriorate as if he were deliberately letting everything go bad.

“...... That's pretty much it, Lord Earl, even the water in the well has been a little muddy for the past two days, as if everything was directed at us. The knight reported silently, and the Count, who had never turned back, turned around as if awakened at the moment he heard this.

"Wells, you say?" said Adolf with wide eyes and a serious expression, the knight was startled by his sudden movement, and could not say anything but nodded his head, while the Earl touched his white bearded chin and thought for a moment before suddenly nodding in understanding: "Feint!"

"The real movement of the opponent is underground—" he said, turning around and trying to walk downward, but it was at this moment that a strange noise suddenly came from the wall to the right of the castle gate.

......

Time reverted back to about an hour ago.

We, Mr. Sage, who had dug this long passage to the foundation of the city wall yesterday morning, did not let the team move further, but began to expand the area.

More of Edward's militiamen struggled into the passage with large logs that had been cut down, the magician's apprentices controlled an entire section of the land with precision, slowly loosening and unloading them, the non-stop team staggered over the shoulders and packed bags of dirt that could not be pressed into the surrounding area and brought it outside, the space expanded step by step, and each part of the earth was dug out, and the militiamen carefully erected the supporting stakes under Henry's command.

After replacing the entire interior of the space with wooden stakes, they piled up a lot of firewood on the ground, poured flammable black oil, and began to retreat all the way.

When all the people had evacuated, they drove a herd of wild boars in.

And then.

A firewood was lit.

The flames that spread quickly burned the supports, causing the dirt foundations beneath the walls to crack and brittle, and the boars scorched by the flames screamed and rampaged, knocking the supports down and scraping the dirt into the ground.

The vents that had been used to give people breath emitted puffs of black smoke to provide oxygen to the burning, but the defenders of Wolfsburg, who had evacuated the archers above, were not able to detect this in time.

When the fire burned the large pillars and their structures became weak, they collapsed under the final impact of the wild boars dying from lack of oxygen and heat.

Sturdy and heavy, it can withstand all frontal attacks, and the wall is more than ten meters long near the gate of Dowlfberg Castle.

After a sky-resounding "click-" sound.

As the ground collapsed, it was reduced to rubble.

"Qiang-" Charles, who had been prepared a long time ago, drew the long sword at his waist and shouted back: "The whole army-"

"Assault!" (To be continued.) )