Struggling to reinsert a swallowtail flag back behind the battlements of the wall, the panting Lessinus rested behind the wall - it was not yet the height of summer, and the sweat on his forehead and back had already made his body hot like a steamer, and he even wanted to take off all his overcoat and chain mail.

On the battlefield, only then will the fool take off the armor that can save his life for the sake of temporary comfort - if an arrow is fired, it will be really cold.

And just below him, the sturdy and heavy walls of the Twin Towers Fortress have long been dyed with a layer of "fresh" dark red, and the dense corpses are like seashells on the beach, covering the wilderness outside the city, and the smell of the dead is mixed with the smoke of gunpowder, which makes people feel the urge to vomit.

In the wilderness, only crows and hyenas were cleaning the broken bones - look at the scarlet eyes to know how long the beasts had been waiting for such a grand "feast".

And in the distance, the barbarian army retreated like a tidal wave, licking its wounds like wounded beasts, huddled in the lair they called "the camp". This sudden barbarian army was almost relocated, carrying a large number of wagons and tents, and established their "settlement" in the hilly location.

The women and children of those barbarians almost unscrupulously picked up the remaining weapons, shields, and arrows on the battlefield, leaving not even the slightest bit of value from the armor and leather clothes of the fallen soldiers, leaving only the broken corpses.

On the city walls, the crossbowmen of the Battle Banner Legion had no intention of shooting arrows - for the simple reason that although the fortress was well stocked, no one knew exactly how long they would hold out. You can't waste these consumables that are difficult to replenish needlessly.

As for sending troops out of the city to sweep the city, because in Edward's time almost all the cavalry of the entire legion was taken, and if the infantry were to be taken out of the city, it would be no different from killing - the defenders in the fortress were four thousand, but outside the city there were twenty thousand, leaving the walls and watchtowers behind. The enemy can drown the soldiers like the waves of the sea!

The few remaining knights are an important support force for the entire legion - they are the trump card and the last hope, and once any battle reaches a stalemate, they are the blades and sharp knives that must not be easily wasted.

Although Liberus also knew very well that the more times like this, he had to stand up and stabilize the morale of the army, so that the soldiers had the courage and strong fighting spirit to persevere. Don't let the morale of the legions be drained by one bloody and numbing siege battle after another.

But unfortunately, he also knew that he was not Edward Wetwood, and he could not do what the Chief Flag Officer could do - in Edward's hands, the Battle Banner Regiment was a brave fighter who could grit his teeth and persevere, and raid over the snowy mountains overnight, but when he commanded him, he could only let them do their duties step by step.

This is the essential gap, and he is just a centurion. Far from the level of a commander-in-chief, Lessinus shook his head a little lonely. The reality is just too harsh.

"Why are you still here, I thought you would have gone back to the castle long ago. A slightly ruffian voice made Lybinus can't help but turn his head and see the figure staggering over: "I've been on the city wall for a day, haven't you stayed enough?"

"Helty?" Seeing the flag commander of the Second Banner Regiment coming over, Lebinus gasped: "Someone always has to be on the city wall, in that case." Then I'm still in charge of it myself, so I'm more at ease. ”

"You're so suspicious—are the barbarians going to attack in the evening?" said Helty, who laughed, "They have no siege weapons, no trebuchets or siege towers, just a bunch of tattered wooden ladders and hook locks, and the Twin Towers are a mountain to these people, a mountain that they can't climb over!"

"But they have trolls - though we haven't seen even one yet. But as long as there is one, they have a chance to break through the walls!" Repinus glanced at him: "You are a native of Hann, shouldn't you know better than I do?"

"What do you mean by a native Han native, you bastard boy tell me again!" Helty, who was joking happily just now, immediately darkened his face: "I am a native of Turine, I have been a Turin since I was a robber, you remember it for me - don't think that I should nod to you now that you are the chief centurion of the First Banner Regiment, your father has never done it!"

“...... Sorry, I said the wrong thing, you're a real Turine. Repinus couldn't help but pinch his temple: "What I'm going to say is...... You're much more experienced than I am, so you should be able to expect that the Twin Towers aren't as safe as they seem if the enemy has trolls in their hands!"

"I want to know how long it will take for our Chief Flag Officer to come back!" Seeing that the bastard finally apologized, Herti sat next to him with a reluctant look: "Damn, if only there were cavalry, give me two cavalry of the hundred-man team, I can definitely make that group of bastards outside the city wall die a happy death!"

"The enemy is also under pressure - with walls and watchtowers, they suffer more than five times as many casualties a year as ours, and they can't hold out for long. Liberus frowned: "The only thing I'm worried about is that these enemies are just outposts, and 20,000 people will definitely not be able to cross the Twin Towers Fortress, but this time the barbarian tribes who rioted in the east ...... That's more than 300,000, what kind of concept is that?!"

"Three hundred thousand...... They can drown us with a single spit!" Helti couldn't help but twitch his throat: "With such a huge army, it is impossible to reach the Twin Towers Fortress in one day, we don't need to worry at all!"

"That's right, but even if it's just a small part, another fifty or sixty thousand people, what awaits us is a terrible bloody battle. Liberus couldn't help but nodded: "If there are any more trolls on the other side, I don't even doubt that we can hold out until Lord Witwood returns with reinforcements!"

"It shouldn't be so unlucky, right?" Helti couldn't help but smile forcefully: "Damn, we are Turineites blessed by the Radiant Cross, and we have survived so many bloody battles, will we still die here?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Repinus beside him, only to find that the chief centurion's face was already full of shock, and that appearance made Hirti subconsciously turn his gaze to the outside of the city wall, looking towards the mountains that had long been darkened in the distance.

The walls of the city were trembling, and there was no smile on Helty's face, and she was so frightened that she couldn't even close her mouth - on the dark horizon of the mountains, an endless black line was approaching, slowly turning into a tumbling dark cloud, and the desolate howls and the sound of the drums were like monsters that had come out of the ancient wilderness!

And what really frightened the two of them to the point of speechlessness was the burly figure in the black oppressive "crowd", the huge shadow could almost be compared to the city wall, the thick arms and hideous fangs, the stench in the bloody mouth, as if it could be felt clearly from such a distance!

"Repinus, you bastard, you are even more crow-mouthed than your dead father!" Helty, who had finally recovered from fear, couldn't help but scold, and grabbed the chief centurion by the collar: "What are you waiting for, waiting to give them a snack?! Why don't you hurry up and bring your brothers to prepare for the battle, you are the chief centurion who killed a thousand knives, don't disgrace your dead father!"

The sound of the alarm bell came from the watchtower, and the shocked Lybinus lay on the wall, as if he had finally remembered something, and swooped down on the square behind the wall, still trembling at the soldiers who did not know what had happened

"Battle Banner Legion, prepare for battle!" (To be continued.) )