The wind was cold, the lead clouds were overwhelming, and the weather was frighteningly cold.

Outside Fort Orleans, 60,000 regular troops led by the Duke of Dragon, Marsh---al of the Eastern Route appointed by King Arthur of the Falcon Empire, had arrived outside Rumtown and were currently resting.

In addition to the Imperial soldiers, there was a mixed force of 4,000 clergy of the Church. And, because of Bishop Steve's request for communication, Duke of Dragon specially applied to the church to transfer the deputy head of the Knights of the Holy Grail --- Grand Knight Anthony to deal with Ronald.

There was some noise outside the tent, but inside the tent it was exceptionally quiet, and the atmosphere was very dreary.

The magic lantern glowed softly on the top of the tent, illuminating the faces of the nobles clearly.

"It's been more than ten days, and you haven't attacked yet, General Lance?"

Although it was a rapid march, Dragon did not show any fatigue in his nearly fifty years. Dragon, wearing a Mithril Cross helmet, shoulder-length brown curls, and a cleanly shaved beard, gave the corners of his mouth an elegant mockery, "It's really in line with your usual cautious style, General Lance." ”

General Lance just bowed his head and said nothing.

Bishop Steve took over: "General Lance is also thinking about alleviating casualties to the greatest extent, so don't blame him, Lord Dragon." ”

"Okay, let's get down to business. Seeing the bishop of the Turing area speak, Dragon stopped sneering because of the face of the church.

"The Most High God!" said Duke Dragon with a cross gesture, and took out the silver cross necklace hidden in the Mithril chain mail, and kissed it reverently with his hands in heaven and his eyes slightly closed.

The people in the tent silently drew a cross on their chests. All kinds of voices also sounded one after another.

"The Most High God is above. ”

Opening his eyes, the Duke of Dragon shouted vigorously: "Spread out the marching map!"

As the map of the march was unfurled, all kinds of hurried words were soon heard in the tents, and they were all arguing fiercely about how and when to attack.

But the fierce negotiation did not last long, and it was finally decided by Dragon: "After two days, attack head-on!" He turned his head and glanced at the Grand Knight Anthony, who had been silent, "As for the magic swordsman and the dark mage, please allow me to watch from the sidelines in front of the formation and admire your superb sword skills, Deputy Head Anthony." ”

Anthony had a frenzied glint hidden in his eyes, but he just nodded quietly and promised, "As you wish." ”

Two days later.

The cold wind blew quietly, bringing with it a silky line of wet and cold rain. However, the soldiers in the Fort of Orleans still stood upright, ignoring the freezing cold that burrowed into the collar.

Ronald was standing on the wall at the moment.

With an elusive complexity, he looked at the dense black dots beneath the city. As his gaze slowly moved, he spotted the shadow of siege engines in the enemy army.

Gotta got, gotta got.

With a clearer and clearer sense of vibration, he saw in the distance another black oppressive force. The troops had not yet fully appeared, but the fluttering flags were already waving wildly.

Ronald squinted and saw that there was a long cross banner representing Jehovah, Lord of hosts, and the golden Eagle Banner, which symbolized the Falcon Empire, as well as the Turing banners and the various banners of the lords and nobles.

Is that...... Storming vehicles, and siege engines?

He turned his head and whispered to the mage, "All regular army?"

The mage standing beside him nodded: "Except for the Turing people's troops, which have most of the militia, the rest are all elite troops. ”

Ronald withdrew his inquiring gaze, his gaze firmly fixed on the fluttering flags.

The cold rain connected the heavens and the earth into a blurred rain and mist. The lead-black clouds seemed to be sinking, turning into various distorted postures, wantonly threatening below. In the face of intimidation from God, the two sides did not move.

The defenders were on standby, and the besiegers were advancing slowly.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves gradually subsided, and the heavily armed soldiers gradually came into the eyes of the defenders--- three phalanxes stretching for more than a thousand meters were lined up and ready to stand by at any time.

The cavalry phalanx was in the center, the flanks were infantry phalanxes, and behind them were the crusader units of the Order and a small group of mage phalanxes.

When they were more than 150 meters away from each other, the Duke of Dragon, ---the eastern branch of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, raised his hand and signaled his subordinates to stop their advance and take a good position below the city.

One hundred meters is the limit distance for most magic, and it is also the limit range for ordinary marksmen.

Regardless, the distance was a little too close for the besiegers. Generally speaking, siege commanders will pull the distance to a safe distance of about 200 meters, because by doing so, many unexpected factors can be avoided. For example, an archer who stands on the commanding height of the city wall and throws can shoot 150 meters away, or even 200 meters, because of the drop!

But the proud Duke of Dragons didn't care, and for him, the siege of Fort Orleans, as he had done in the battles he had led in the past, was within reach. Because he led a hundred mid-level mage squads capable of unleashing third-order group magic, 4,000 heavy cavalry, and 50,000 infantry, not to mention the crusaders assigned by the Church. If it weren't for His Majesty's order to "feed war with war", he would have ordered his subordinates to slaughter the city directly.

After arranging the formation, Duke Dragon smiled slightly, showed a proud and confident face, and tilted his head to the side: "Deputy Commander Anthony, is there anything you need to explain to those Falkens here? ”

As a member of the Order who assisted in the attack and was responsible for propagating the teachings of the Supreme God, Anthony's idea was naturally to persuade him to surrender.

Hearing the Duke of Dragon beside him, there was no expression on his rigid face.

"Please give me some time. ”

Without waiting for the duke to speak, he took the cross banner of the standard-bearer beside him, and galloped under the city gate alone.

Seeing Deputy Commander Anthony rushing forward alone, the nobles of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, as well as their subordinates, were not surprised. Naturally, as Anthony's subordinates, they will not be surprised.

The fanatical believers of the Supreme God are too brave and fanatical, and they are a humble gentleman if they don't do anything, and they are bloodthirsty fanatics when they do it. If you can, you won't provoke it, let it move freely, even if it's dead, it doesn't matter. This is what all the lords and their men really think in their hearts.

Glancing at the distant back of Grand Knight Anthony, Duke Dragon shook his head slightly, revealing a hint of sarcastic mockery.

Meanwhile.

Looking down at the lone rider below, the heavily armed Princess Victoria raised her hand to stop her subordinates from trying to attack. As a noble blood of the Falken royal family, the strict discipline of the court has made her impeccable manners. And the gold-edged ornaments around the sword and shield reliefs on the armor show that noble identity without any scruples.

In the face of the provocation coming alone, Victoria just watched silently, her face extremely calm. When she was in the royal city, the words that His Majesty Grandon had warned her were also recalled at this time.

Sorry, my brother...... Your Majesty, I don't want to just leave without a fight......

During this brief interval, Victoria subconsciously glanced at Ronald not far away. After discovering that he was not wearing the Demon Pattern Armor, she couldn't help but curse in her heart, but she knew very well that now was not the time to care about this. On the contrary, Ronald's calm face brought her some confidence.

Soon, a cold voice of surrender with amplification magic rose from below the city gate, gradually clearing the area.

"On behalf of the Most High God, Jehovah Lord of hosts, I hereby convey the will of God. ”

"Forgiveness is granted to all those who are willing to lay down their weapons and accept the existence of the Most High God, whether they believe or not. ”

"And those who are stubborn and try to resist, I am also willing to become a sword that slays evil, and I will not hesitate to punish on behalf of God. ”

Princess Victoria's response also spread out through amplification magic at the same time as the other party's words fell.

"If this is persuasion, then it is forgiven. The next moment, with the friction of the sword out of the sheath, the princess's crisp tone became extremely excited: "Fight, warriors of Falken! Long live Your Majesty! Long live Falken!"

The spear slammed, and the sound of a thump echoed for a long time. The soldiers shouted, raising their arms in the air. The blade of the weapon pierced into the air, sending out a fire-like scorching man, and even the dripping rain line was turned into a rain mist that covered the sky by the scorching heat.

"Oh!"

"Go back with your Turing Dog!"

Hearing the thunderous roar of the city, the persuaders below were expressionless, and he turned his horse and galloped back to his camp.

The persuasion was fruitless, and soon, the Duke of Dragon's order followed: "Prepare, attack!"

"Oh oh oh!

After an earth-shattering shout, the knights who were sweeping forward pulled the reins and rode out of the way, freeing up the siege team in the rear. The infantry on both flanks gradually closed the siege with their shields, and tightly protected the siege teams carrying siege ladders and pushing siege vehicles. Among them, more than a dozen bow and arrow towers were pushed hard by the soldiers, and the bones were poured into the mud to make deep marks.

While the infantry squad charged, the hundred-mage squad followed closely behind under the cover of the hoplite cavalry unit, ready to unleash magic at any moment.

There were only the cavalry phalanx, the crusaders led by Deputy Commander Anthony and Priest Risis, the Duke of Dragon as the commander, and a number of lords large and small.

Dragon tilted his head: "It's a shame that those Falkens are still so stupid. By the way, I don't think you mind taking Fort Orleans and I'll have some fun with the cultists of other gods. ”

God will forgive them, and God will teach them. Anthony didn't respond positively, he just muttered with a resolute and reverent expression, and drew a cross on his chest.

Dragon laughed wildly, "Hahaha!" God will punish them too!"

Boom, the ground shook.

The shouts of siege engines and infantry charging brightened the atmosphere of the battlefield!

Princess Victoria pulled up the mask on her eagle feather helmet and pointed at her sword: "Release!"

More than 2,000 archers from the kingdom of Deleco, as well as more than 2,000 archers from Falken, totaling nearly 5,000 archers, lined up on the city walls with curved bows and arrows, shooting diagonally into the sky. Soon, the arrows that were thrown out accelerated and fell at the highest point, forming a dense and spectacular rain of arrows.

After the rain of arrows was thrown to the highest point, it suddenly fell, and with rapid acceleration, it fell into the dense crowd below the city!

The siege soldiers with square shields were inevitably attacked by a dense rain of arrows. The siege vehicles covered with hard cowhide were also densely covered with half-submerged arrow feathers.

Da-da-da-da.

"Ahh

As long as they were not careful, the soldiers who could not dodge were pierced by sharp arrows and fell backwards one after another! The wails came and went, but the shields in the hands of the fallen soldiers were immediately picked up by the reservists and followed.