One after another, the military flags of the red background and the white war bear fluttered on the towering city wall, full of arrow holes and bullet marks, stained with traces of gunpowder smoke and flames, torn into strips, but still standing majestically, like the unyielding soul of the soldiers and civilians of the ice and snow country. Dense wooden fences and bunkers lined up like fish scales under the banner, and the glittering spearheads and black holes of the guns exuded an unconquerable aura.

The cylindrical towers stood between the crimson walls, three stories higher than the tall walls, like one silent giant after another. They are home to the defenders' heavy artillery and elite soldiers, filled with cannon holes and muzzles, as well as special devices that shoot flames, and mysterious defensive magic arrays. The Chaos armies in front of these towers once shed endless blood, and when they roared, they often shot ice and fire at the same time, tearing through the path of flesh in the chaos formation.

There were eighty-four of them, and together with the eighteen-meter-high red wall and the twenty-five-meter-wide moat, they formed a strong defense. In fact, the southern wall of Kislevgrad is only 100 steps from the Dnied River, which is 600 paces wide, and the moat is a tributary of the mighty river, so there is no need to worry about running out. At the same time, because Kislevgrad is a city on a raised hillside, forty meters above the Dnied River, there is no need to worry about water attack. The Kithrie Ladies attached great importance to their capital, where most of the area was undefended, and put a lot of thought into the location and defense of the site.

But the outside of Kislev is now also enveloped in a magnificent landscape that is a marvel created by the Chaos Army. A huge trench twenty-eight leagues long enveloped the capital of the Ice and Snow People, and the rows of fortresses and fortifications showed their hideous eyes beyond the trench. Six earthen embankments ranging from 20 to 45 paces wide filled the 25-meter-wide moat into disconnected sections, and the mighty Dnied River was tightly locked by two huge pontoon bridges, one east and one west, like an indescribable python.

The pontoon bridge was made of numerous boats, and the thick boardwalk was fifteen paces wide, lined with barbed fences, and lined with countless spears, like the thorns of death wrapped around the python. The triangular banner of Slaanesh and the skeleton engraved with the eight-pointed star of chaos danced in the thorny forest, making a rattling sound. Twenty meters tall floating fortresses and huge warships guard the majestic pontoon, black gun windows and towers decorated with Slaanesh's characteristic ornate style, and the deck is densely covered with ballistas and stone throwers engraved with chaos runes.

In fact, after four failed assaults in the first month, Lordali's army launched only two larger offensives against the besieged capital in the next five months. The Chaos armies reversed their tactics, built imposing fortifications on an astonishing scale, sealed off all possible land and water routes, and turned Kislevgrad into a prison from which only birds could fly. The beautiful Chaos Witch is not willing to sacrifice her elite too much, she wants to turn Kislevgrad into a fruit that can fall naturally.

"Wrap your scarf around and don't catch a cold. ”

With a gentle voice, Creep Misha woke up in a panic and hurriedly lifted his winch crossbow. Last night, several Chaos squads launched a night attack, and the soldiers stayed on guard all night until dawn, and he was just asleep.

"Is there an enemy attack? Is there an enemy attack?"

The blonde Kislev boy turned his head in panic as he wound his arrows with lightning speed, and though a little sleepy-eyed, he was astonishingly fast and skillful, for he was a young veteran. Seven months ago he had been a three-year apprentice in a bakery, six months of fighting had turned the boy into a skilled crossbowman, and he had seen his crossbow arrows shoot into the chains of the Chaos Soldiers' chests, the heat and blood that had scared him for a long time.

"There are no enemy attacks, I'm just telling you to be careful not to catch a cold, because Kislev needs every one of her warriors, and we can't afford to inflict a loss of combat power outside of combat. ”

A beautiful figure with long blond hair bowed down and handed the panicked soldier a steaming drink, her gentle smile shining with indescribable kindness.

"Venerable Lady Sophia has come to visit us again!

After rubbing his eyes hurriedly, Soldier Misa bowed and took the piping hot drink. The panic was gone, replaced by a smile full of laughter.

"This is what I should do, for my Lord Duke was always a considerate warrior during his lifetime. ”

A gentle and melancholy voice echoed again in the morning light, and the owner of this voice was a beautiful woman, with a fox skin scarf, a high fur hat, a slender figure and white cheeks, and an air of elegance in her gestures. Brilliant gold threads and birch leaves shimmer on her black sleeves, illustrating her illustrious status as a high-ranking nobleman in Kislev.

Two small, two-wheeled carts parked beside her, each with four copper-skinned buckets, wrapped in a thick quilt. Two maids in black dresses wrapped in white sheepskin scarves were using copper spoons to fill the hot and fragrant brown liquid from the buckets to the warriors resting on the city walls, they were all slender and slender maidens like their masters, with faint smiles on their red cheeks. The liquid was clear, with some small black leaves inside, and it looked strange, neither wine nor juice, but it had a peculiar charm.

"This is the tea of the Aurora Empire, the country of dragons in the East, this is a very expensive thing, Sophia, you are such a generous person!"

A tall blue-armored old man suddenly interjected into the conversation, his old voice tinged with a hint of approval. The tall old knight wore a white cloak with a golden leopard's head pattern on his cloak and shoulder armor, and the same golden sigma holy cross shone prominently on his blue plate gold armor. A four-foot-long mace hung diagonally from his back, bearing the coat of arms of a white wolf and the emblem of the Duchy of Midland. The old knight was bald and wore a rosary on his chest, indicating his status as a clergyman.

"Master Daleon, you're smiling. There was nothing precious in the siege, and a few days ago the sugar and honey ran out, and now this Aurora tea is the only gift I can give to the warriors. While this doesn't feed the warriors with bread, it at least lifts their spirits. Then again, what is more precious in the city of Kislevgrad today than the body of a warrior? ”

The noblewoman named Sophia gently bent her knees in salute the old man in blue armor, her voice sincere and firm. The cold wind at the head of the city swept her long golden hair, like the waves of gold flowing.

"Although Sophia cannot take up a sword or a warhammer, Sophia's gentleness inspires the hearts of hundreds of warriors, and this is a greater contribution than a man wielding a warhammer!

The old warrior named Daleen raised his voice, which rolled like thunder across the walls.

"Yes! Salute to our gracious Lady Sophia!"

Almost instantly, the entire section of the city wall suddenly boiled, and hundreds of soldiers stood up, the sound of their swords striking their shields and thunderous cheers echoed through the air. Among these soldiers, there were old people and teenagers, and their armor was chaotic, but their eyes burned with fierce fighting intent. The city of Kislevgrad has lost its strongest soldiers in the Ugolan Valley, and today Kislevgrad is a city that stands by will.

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Four barrels of hot tea quickly disappeared into the stomach pockets of the soldiers, and Sophia and her maids waved goodbye to the soldiers tenderly. They pushed the light cart down the slope of the ascent to the city, and boarded a wide four-wheeled carriage, but just as the coachman was about to move forward, a large firm hand grabbed the door, and the cheetah monk named Daleen entered the carriage.

"There are two wind wings on duty in my place today, and I want to get together at the house. Since today is the 10th anniversary of my escort to Kislev, we haven't talked for a long time. ”

"Welcome, my esteemed Master Dalen, Sophia salutes you. ”

The beautiful blond-haired lady nodded softly in greeting the old monk, a smile and more emotional memories on her white cheeks. The two slender maids gently stepped out of the way, and the blue-armored monk sat opposite Sophia, with the smell of ice and snow.

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