"Speak up if you have anything to say. In the big tent of the Chinese army, Landzel Ottovic, who was frowning, sat on a chair half-lying, supported his head with his fists, and said to the group of sweaty centurions in front of him with gloomy eyes: "Do you want me to teach you what to say?"

"Lord Landzel, brethren......" The herald with gauze wrapped around his cheeks was pushed out by a group of officers, and after hesitating what to say, he couldn't help but glance at the group behind him, and then cautiously turned around: "The brothers don't seem to be in a good state. ”

Not in good shape...... Landzer sneered and snorted, looking at the group of dejected guys in front of him. The main force of the Zifan Mercenary Regiment is thousands of elites, and even led a whole fleet to besiege a small castle, and it was not broken from daytime to dusk, and it was even counterattacked once, and it was repulsed from the city wall several times, and even the military flags were taken away several times, and there were few living people in the hundred-man team of several vanguards.

Landzel knows very well what kind of "goods" this group of people under his command is, although they are regarded as the "private army" of the Otovik family, but in fact they are still a mercenary group, their morale is maintained by large rewards and the acquiescence of plundering, in the face of such a difficult hard bone, and there is no oil and water, it is really rare for their morale to be high.

Not to mention that even if the whole day of attacking the fortified city did not cause too many actual losses, but the mere lack of results was enough to demoralize this group of guys who "looked at everything for money", if this kind of army was used to kill the enemy, I am afraid that what the commander would have to worry about was not a lack of combat power, but whether there would be a mutiny, or even the tragedy of defection.

But it was precisely because he knew all this that Landzel would not worry about that kind of result, and slowly stood up from his chair with a cold face, and the herald and the officers who were cold behind him couldn't help but take two steps back, and looked at the leader of the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment with twitching cheeks, but he was still thinking about it in his heart.

"Tell the 'not very good' guys that if they are still going to live, if they are going to get their share of the bounty, they should keep their mouths shut, and then use their brains to figure out why we are here. Landzel voiced: "Let them figure out what will happen if we can't take Fort Clarion." ”

"There are only four or five hundred-man Turin dogs in that castle, and their numbers are not even a tenth of ours! It only takes two sieges to exhaust their strength, this is a castle that is destined to be breached, and the question is when we will breach it, not if we can do it. ”

"Do you need me to explain to you the importance of Hornfort, don't you understand?!" Landzel asked rhetorically, "If we take this place, we will have the leeway to return to the port of The Hague with a single shot, and the Turin army that is besieging Bright Star City is a lone army, and it is only a matter of time before it is wiped out or fled." ”

"Are you planning to attack the port of The Hague?!" The herald was startled and stood in place dumbfounded: "Aren't we going to rescue Bright Star City, if that's the case......"

"Will the city of the Bright Stars be breached, or will the Otoviks be wiped out?" Landzel asked rhetorically, confused, "The former may be a little regrettable, but the people of Turin can't hold the city." Not to mention that as soon as we attack the port of The Hague, they will immediately be in chaos, and they have no intention of conquering it. ”

"As for the latter, so filthy, disgusting and foul-smelling, so that the so-called 'wizarding talent' is everything, that even Cosimo's garbage can climb on my head and make a name for himself, and nod to the people of Turine, I am glad to see their destruction. Landzel Ottovic said this sentence without hesitation: "Because I am first and foremost the leader of the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment, and the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment is not a dog leg that the Otovik family can call and drink!"

"But the port of The Hague, which is the strongest fortress in the south of Turin, even in the great war thirty years ago, we were not able to break through it, can we do it now?"

"Is the port of The Hague the same thirty years ago as it is today?" Randzel asked rhetorically, "Could it be that now they are also waiting in that castle where they live among the cliffs, and the fleet of the Kingdom of the Turin is also preparing for the Seahorse Harbor?"

"The arrogant Turin dogs have already put their paws out of our gates, they think it will be easy to make the Dominicans bow their heads, so the current port of The Hague is a lonely city with no defense at all, we don't need to be afraid of them at all, they should be afraid of us!"

"Think about it, when the flagship of the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment sails out of the harbor, when our battle flag is planted on the top of their tower, what will they be terrified and scared of, how much wealth awaits us in that castle and port, how many women are waiting for us to rob, how many timid and arrogant Turin dogs are washing their necks, waiting for our scimitars to be added, and then cut down with a single sword?!"

The more Landzel spoke, the more excited he became, and even the officers who had just hung their heads seemed to be asking about the smell of fleshy hyenas, and their eyes turned scarlet, and the sound of thick voices and gasps was everywhere in the Chinese army's tent.

Only the lure of real money, the permission to loot and kill unscrupulously, can really boost the morale of these mercenaries, and Landzer knows this very well, so he is also very good at using this to make this bloodthirsty beast use it for himself, instead of turning into a monster that will devour himself.

"Order the fleet not to stop attacking all trebuchets from tonight, and I will make these rats tremble in fear all the time and wait for the moment of death. Landzel said with a smile, but the officers of the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment around him all smiled bloodthirstily: "Whether it's day or night, let them not live in peace!"

Only then did they regain their former bloodlust and fanaticism - they were the powerful ones, and the remnants of the soldiers in the castle were just a bit of a hard nut to crack, but no matter how hard they were, it was only a matter of time before they were completely destroyed.

“...... It was only a matter of time before Fort Horn was breached—we might be able to hold it for two days or three days, or four or five days and a half months, and if there were no reinforcements, it would be destroyed. ”

Under the city gate, which was full of stumps and broken arms, probably because of the south wind, the strong smell of blood still did not dissipate. The wind of slaughter drifted through the air, and the soldiers who survived the catastrophe, after celebrating their survival, could only sit around the campfire and look at the still dancing flames, or lie on the straw mat and wail, waiting for the moment when they would die, although the time was a little longer.

All the survivors were in the halls of the castle - the mortally wounded soldiers filled the room. Outside, the Dominica fleet was still bombarding the walls of Fort Clarion, the sound of explosions never stopped, and the flames that swept across the sky occupied all eyes again and again.

No soldier dared to step out of the inner fort after seeing the first one walk out of the hall with a smile and stand in the courtyard of the castle to provoke the Dominicians, only to be turned into a pile of rotten blood and char by the fireball.

"If there are no reinforcements by then, we will have no room but to find a way to break through. Shrugging his shoulders, Edward, who was tired, let out a long sigh of relief and smiled at Shrell beside him: "Of course, may the Radiant Cross really keep me alive that long." ”

"I've heard those Turin say that the stars are all pure saints. Shairel looked at him, "Do you think they'll bless you?"

"......" Edward shook his head.

"But I think you'll survive. ”

"Why?"

Shairel looked at him very seriously: "Mother told me that good people don't live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years. ”

“...... Thank you so much for the compliment. ”

(Sorry for too many things in the past two days, I have to go out for a busy day, I don't have time to update, and I will resume two shifts a day tomorrow)