Inside the castle of Lorraineburg, the Count of Lorraine listened to the noise coming from outside and asked.

"Yes, Lord Earl, the Lens are out again, but they are so far away that our arrows can't reach them.

"What the hell are those Lens people up to!" The Earl of Lorraine slammed the table in front of him and roared, his eyes slightly bloodshot.

Salm lowered his head and was silent, these days those Lensi people have always stayed in front of Lorrainburg to harass, and there is no fighting, which makes them nervous all the time, and they are afraid that the other party will really attack suddenly.

"Do you have any information from our spies?" The Earl of Lorraine asked.

"Without the Earl, our spies have not received any useful information." Salm shook his head.

"There's no way those Lens people are going to do something meaningless, they must be plotting something." The Earl of Lorraine affirmed that he had dealt with the Earl of Lens many times, and that he was even a man like an eagle, and just like his looks, he would never let go without taking meat in his mouth.

"Lord Count, why don't you take a break." Salm persuaded.

The Count of Lorraine hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, he was indeed tired these days, and if he didn't rest, he was afraid that he would be exhausted.

Salm breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the Earl of Lorraine had agreed, and he couldn't help but wonder if the Lance were going to boil it like this and let them have a nervous breakdown.

But that's unlikely, even if you continue to survive like this, if there is no other action, the first person who can't support it is definitely Lensi himself! The food and supplies of the Lens did not allow them to sustain themselves.

"Let people keep watching them and don't slack off." This was the last admonition of the Count of Lorraine before resting.

Salm walked out of the castle with a heavy heart, and had just come to the city wall when a middle-aged man approached him.

"General Yves, what's going on now?" Salm asked.

"Miya-sama, you can rest assured that our army will not spare a single enemy entering the castle." General Yves patted his chest.

"That's good." Salm nodded, but felt a little uneasy for no apparent reason.

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"It's the third day! What the hell are they doing? Baron Thórse paced back and forth, three days was not a long time for a war, and it was not an abnormal thing to have three days without any progress, but it was not normal to do the same "meaningless" thing for three days.

"What do the other nobles say?" Baron Thor asked.

"The other nobles don't seem to be dissatisfied with the situation at hand......" Elvet hesitated for a moment and replied.

"It's a bunch of bastards waiting to die." Baron Thórse shook his head, of course he knew what it meant.

Most nobles don't like to fight, after all, going to war means that there will be sacrifices, and it is not good to enjoy the money and wine provided by their own territory?

Therefore, these days are like messing around every day, but they feel comfortable.

Elvet opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, Baron Tórse's tent was opened by a herald.

The two of them looked over and found that the herald was wearing the smock of the Chris family crest, and his expression was suddenly shocked.

"Lord Baron, Lord Count orders all nobles to lead their armies to assemble in the designated area." The herald said.

Baron Thor and Elvette looked at each other, and then Baron Thor nodded and said, "Follow the orders of Lord Earl." ”

At the same time, the same scene appeared in the tents of the various nobles, and the heralds of the Chris family walked around, conveying the Count's orders.

It didn't take long for the nobles to quickly assemble their armies and rush to the designated area.

By the time they arrived, Sir Charles and Karl were already waiting, with the Dias soldiers by his side.

"Sir Charles, what is this?"

The nobles were about to ask, but were interrupted by Sir Charles, who smiled slightly, turned sideways, and looked at Karl.

Karl nodded, gestured to lead the way, and said, "Everyone, come with me." ”

With that, Karl led ahead, and Sir Charles followed, and the soldiers guarded them.

The nobles were a little dazed, but they still hurriedly followed, and the procession of several hundred people set off in a mighty manner.

Within a few steps, a huge tunnel entrance appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Guys, this time, we're going to launch a general assault on Lorraineburg!" Sir Charles said in a deep voice.

The nobles were shocked, and the news made them feel at a loss for a while.

"Lord Charles, but we haven't breached the walls of Lorraine!" Baron Mellen was the first to question it, and the other nobles chimed in.

"Yes, Lord Mellen, it is true that we have not breached the walls of Lorrainburg, and we may not even be able to break the walls of Lorraineburg, but...... Who said we were going to break down the walls? Charles grinned.

Baron Melen was stunned, he was puzzled and did not break through the walls...... So how do you take the castle?

"Haha, let Sir Karl tell you specifically, after all, he is the planner and organizer of this matter." Sir Charles patted Karl on the shoulder.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the entrance you see now is the entrance of an authentic tunnel, and this one is a tunnel...... Straight inside Lorraine, we'll go straight across the walls and attack the Count of Lorraine! "Karl was instructed by Sir Charles to sell him.

"What? Straight inside Lorraineburg? Baron Tors and the others only felt that their mouths were dry, something they had not thought about.

"These days...... What are you busy with? Baron Thor couldn't help but ask.

"What if it weren't?" Karl looked at each other with a smile.

Baron Thor was silent for a moment, and then said, "Worthy of Sir Karl." ”

With that, he returned to the group, not even looking at Carl, just not knowing what he was thinking.

Carl was a little surprised that the other party didn't find his fault, but this is also good, saving trouble.

"Let's hurry up, this time we must give the Lorraine some colors to see!" Sir Charles greeted.

"Yes!"

After all, Sir Charles was the commander of the battle, and the crowd followed him when they heard his order to advance.

There were so many people pouring into the dimly lit tunnels at once, but luckily Calciu's tunnels were large enough to line up for the soldiers to enter, but they were a little crowded.

In fact, this plan is also risky, what if the other party discovers it in the process of digging tunnels? Then the other party only needs to pour a bucket of waste water into the mouth of the cave, and it is enough for the person.

And digging a tunnel is also very likely to dig in the wrong direction, after all, it is difficult to proofread.

Carl, however, was confident that after his careful calculations, he thought nothing had gone wrong.

In the team, the nobles had different expressions, they had fought a battle all their lives, and it was the first time they had heard that they could do this, and suddenly they felt creepy, so where is Karl sacred.

And the general conscripts don't have as much thought as the nobles, they don't know what's going on, but they know that they don't have to die on the city wall like before, and they are very excited.

"It's worthy of the 'miracle Carl', it's really not ordinary, maybe we can take Lorraine Castle!"

"Miracle Carl? Drink ......"

"It's a miracle if we take Lorraine."

There was a whisper in the procession, mostly about Carl, and many recalled Carl's nickname, "Carl the Miracle".

Some people scoff at the nickname, but they also have to admit that Carl did things with subtlety.

At the back of the line, Baron Tórse's face turned pale for a while, and it could be seen that his mood was very complicated, so that the soldiers who followed him trembled.

But Baron Thor didn't show it, he knew that this time the operation was inviolable.

"Carl, how did you manage to fix this passage?" At the front of the line, Sir Charles asked curiously, he was also stunned when he first saw this tunnel.

"Haha, it's just some simple calculations." Carl scratched his head, snorted and passed.

Thankfully, Sir Charles didn't really mean to ask, just casually mentioned it.

"Bang...... Syllable...... Bang ......"

The group soon reached the end of the tunnel, where a dozen conscripts were waiting for them with shovels.

One of them wielded the shovel, and brought down a piece of dust.

"Guys, there's Lorraine Castle up there, are you ready?" Sir Charles asked in a low voice.

"We're ready!" The aristocracy was also stirred up.

"My sword is ready to slash at the neck of the Lorraine, ha, those guys will kneel in front of me and tremble."

"That checkered flag is no longer suitable for planting on the hole seat of the Earl of Lorraine's castle tower, and I think the lion flag of the great Chris family is quite suitable for it."

"I think we'll be remembered!"

The aristocrats were babbling, as if they wanted to prove how great and loyal they were.

Carl looked at the scene in front of him coldly, he had seen a lot of this kind of shouting slogans and slapping sycophants.

"Alright, everyone will conquer Lorraine with me!" Sir Charles did not show anything unusual, and his face was flushed.

He nodded to Karl, who immediately looked at the levies with shovels.

"Do it as planned!"

The conscripts immediately swung their shovels and stabbed diagonally upwards.

"Boom ......"

As they moved, the stones and ash began to fall, and before long a crack appeared in the light, which grew larger and larger, and finally collapsed, and a huge exit appeared in front of everyone's eyes......