"Diary of the Banner Legion - Commander Sir Isat Muhd was killed on the eleventh market day.

We have been trapped in this barracks for three whole months, and until now there is no news of reinforcements from the rear, although there are still several opportunities to break out, but after experiencing painful lessons again and again, all the brothers who are still alive still choose to hide in the fortress and wait for help.

Or to put it another way, we're waiting for death.

There was still a surplus of food in the storehouse - before the death of the previous Legion Commander, we had carved out a wasteland in the fortress, planted a fair amount of potatoes and oats, and had enough pheasants to supply all of our consumption, and two rivers formed a natural moat around the barracks, so that we could have a clean water source while staying safe.

Thanks to His Excellency Duke Berrion Marcherus, who built this barracks in the form of a castle of the highest order, and that this fortress in the Green Valley is as strong as it can be, even in the city of Hentu.

But the army guarding the western gate of this vast land is our group of often defeated troops - I have to say, it is really ironic.

The real crisis came from the soldiers—after the last time the commander of Isat led the First Banner Regiment to launch a counteroffensive, only to be killed in battle, and even the flag was lost, no one had the courage to leave this impregnable fortress, let alone the idea of breaking through.

What's even more serious is that in the last breakout battle, not only the corps commander Sir Issat, but also the chief flag officer, the first flag commander and the two chief lieutenants were all killed. The entire corps completely lost all its commanders. All that was left was me, Sir Isat's clerk. Together with the surviving six banner commanders, the entire fortress will not collapse.

But we all know very well that this legion has long since collapsed, and it is only the will to survive and the belief in the Radiant Cross that have not put their spears and blades around my neck—but I believe that many soldiers have had this idea, but they have not yet dared to carry it out.

All sorts of ideas and opinions are rapidly dividing and infighting us, and the collapse of order is exacerbating this division – perhaps three days later, perhaps today, perhaps the next moment. Soldiers riot at any time, and the horrors of the outside have made them lose their minds, even myself.

Forgive me, this little clerk, for his humble thoughts, this humble and selfish thoughts, but ......

Why are there no reinforcements, why have we held out here for so long, and still not received even the slightest aid - has the kingdom abandoned us, has the Duke of Berrion forgotten about us little people who are not worth mentioning?

I know these are extravagant desires, but when you hear them a thousand times and ten thousand times, even a humble person like me can have this confusion. Why is no one willing to come to our rescue, and do we deserve to be abandoned?

The enemy never ceases to yearn for the fortress of the Green River Valley, the western gate of the Vast Land. Once the fortress is breached, at least four towns will become places where they can hunt uncontrollably—slaughtering, looting, and setting fire to pleasure, just as they have done in other towns before.

It's ridiculous to say that we've been to those towns before to ask for help, but they've all been rejected without exception - not only won't we be given a grain of food, but even the messengers asking for help have been expelled from the gates of the towns, as if we poor soldiers were a bunch of damned vermin.

We are barely self-sufficient in food, we don't have to worry about drinking water, and what we really lack are real soldiers and weapons—iron swords and axes, arrows, oil and cannon...... These things are in desperate need, and they are all being consumed rapidly.

Even now, two soldiers could have a longsword full of gaps, ten soldiers shared a crossbow, and arrows were so rare that they needed to be replaced—I don't know how long that would last, but the Fort of the Green Valley must have fallen long before that.

And the enemy never stopped attacking - the horrible barbarian horde army seemed to be targeting Hantu City, but many war tribes still paid attention to this fortress.

The barbarians seemed to have been equipped with a lot of fine equipment—spears, spears, shields, and broadswords—to attack the fortress again and again. If it weren't for the ten-meter-high walls and moat, the fortress would have fallen a long time ago.

What really threatens us is still the morale of the army - heavy casualties, repeated defeats, and the entire Battle Banner Corps has long been on the verge of collapse. I even suspect that if it weren't for the fact that there were still enemies blocking the outside, this fortress would have been breached long ago!

And the damned enemies—blood wolves and trolls! The stories I had thought I could only hear in the mouths of heroic biographies and bards are now alive in front of us, and so real!

Not only did they tame these terrifying monsters, they even literally turned them into an army!

I've even heard that among these damned barbarians, there's already a war tribe that has trained "blood wolf cavalry" - it's inconceivable, how the hell did they make these damn brutes so obedient?!

And the trolls—I've only seen them once, and I've heard some of the local soldiers talk about them—trolls are gentle creatures, or rather...... As long as you don't enter their territory, they usually don't deliberately provoke others, but if you provoke them, the end will be absolutely miserable!

I remember that the Duke of Barrion once hunted a troll, and the head of that monster is still in the city - it took nearly half of the army to barely kill the terrible monster, and many poor people died on the spot.

And now these trolls have become barbarians' siege weapons - these monsters really have the ability to tear down the walls like planks so easily that even the most powerful ballistas can't pierce their fur!

I don't know how long it will take for such days, it's like living in a nightmare - every day is trembling! Maybe death is the best relief, may the Radiant Cross forgive me for this selfish thought, the world is simply terrible!

We have only one last carrier pigeon left, and I hope you will receive this letter—whoever you are, though we have not met each other, if you can see these lines, please convey as soon as possible to the Duke of Berrion, or to any of the lords who have an army in their hands, or to His Majesty the Supreme King, that the western gates of the land are almost overwhelmed.

A friend you never met, Virgil Brutus, Secretary of the Battle Banner Corps. ”

...... In the dimly lit room, Virgil, who had finished writing the last line, sighed slightly, folded the letter, stuffed it into a small straight tube, and then tied it to the pigeon's leg, looking at the figure flying away in the night, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

I really want this carrier pigeon to have a pair of wings and be able to fly out of this cage that traps me.

Despite this extravagant hope, he quickly put away his unrealistic thoughts. It was almost dawn - if nothing else, the enemy would start attacking the fortress at any moment, and he still had a lot to do, and Virgil couldn't help but feel a pang of his head at the thought of things that had nothing to do with him.

He's just a clerk, not a legion commander or a logistics chief, not a damn wizard, unable to conjure soldiers and weapons, and not qualified to give orders to those town governors!

Just as he was still sighing, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the guards rushed in with a panicked face, and Virgil, who was frowning, was about to scold a few words, but was completely stunned by the guards' words.

"Mutiny, my lord - those soldiers are rioting!" (To be continued.) )