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"Ready, ready...... Didn't you promise me that these cultists were just a piece of cake?, then, how long are you going to have to prepare, and how long are you going to have to wait for me to start the siege?" said Segal Blayhawk indignantly, even though he deliberately suppressed his voice, but still infinitely close to roaring. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

He stared impatiently at the knight in front of him, who lowered his head slightly, and slammed the small marching table in front of him: "As long as the giants are dispatched, that kind of city wall will be smashed in three or two times, right? What do we have to wait for?

Three hourglasses, three hourglasses, he came to this battlefield early, waiting to see the moment when that damn city was destroyed!

But what about the result?

Enduring the stormy air, the dizzying sun, the scorching heat of the sun, the wind seemed to be mixed with the body odor of the inferior, and some other strange stench, and those disgusting cries...... Eventually, he had to take refuge in his tent - not because he couldn't withstand the sun and dust, but because the damned spire still stood proudly in sight, as if looking down on him, so that he could even hear the bastard's contemptuous sneer in the tower!

"My lord, although it is indeed a way to say that, my subordinates still hope to try it in the traditional way. ”

Motu said in a deep voice: "Our opponent is not an ordinary defender of the city, I don't know how many mages they will participate in the battle, but we must not take it lightly, although the giant is a powerful class, but it is not invincible, if it is a mage, there will definitely be corresponding means to deal with it, it is extremely dangerous to rely on a single class of troops to fight, I have to make at least one or two attempts to attack, and consume the mage's possible spells." ”

"Well, but what's the use of wasting time here, and making siege machines, you know we don't need those things," the explanation was true and pertinent, so even the young nobleman in a grumpy mood. There is only one way to compromise.

"The so-called hole cards are always shown at the end, if you can solve the problem by ordinary means. Why waste your strength?" the old knight explained, his gaze resting on the mage beside the nobleman, "Although the strength of Master Bai Teye should be enough to contain the opponent, but the soldiers under the lord's command. But he has not experienced the grinding of the battlefield. Soldiers who haven't been through a battle formation aren't elite, and even you haven't commanded a real battle before you have a great opportunity to hone them. Don't you think so?"

It has to be said that this answer can still satisfy the young nobleman.

He really needed an army, if not as good as the elite of his father's family. But it is also a symbol of strength, which will make him more competitive, as for how many soldiers will be lost? He doesn't care, as long as he succeeds this time, he will report the loss to his father, and he will definitely be compensated accordingly. As for the peasants? those things will always be there if you search the territory.

"Alright, Motu. Show what you're capable of. I'm sure you can bring me a glorious victory. ”

Silence, a long exhale, he squeezed a dry smile on his face - a qiē here, you still need to rely on the subordinates in front of you, since you don't have that kind of ability, so generously show the mind of a lord. It is clearly extremely necessary.

"The subordinates will do their best to repay. Motu straightened up and knocked on his heels. Then he turned and walked out of the tabernacle.

When he walked out of the tent, the old knight's brow was already twisted into a pimple.

His gaze swept over the busy soldiers. Then it fell beyond Rich, on the blue wall.

The so-called opportunity to train the army is actually just a pretext...... The real situation is that this war is much more difficult than he imagined.

The sheer size of the walls was enough to disrupt all previous thoughts—the twenty-foot or so walls with battlements, and the faint magical protection that stretched out over the cities......

Insignificant town?Motu now almost wanted to hang his lord and give him a few lashes so that he could remember the nonsense and what kind of lesson he should get.

This is not something that a small town can have, and in fact, even some third-rate cities in the dukedom may not be able to compare with it. And the scale of the encirclement was not something that the troops at hand could besiege, and even the kind of raid plan at the beginning was extremely hasty, so after observation, Motu had to abandon the previous plan and wait for the arrival of the spear brigade in order to launch a full-scale battle.

It's just that in this way, the preparation that caught the other party off guard could only be wasted.

There are also those behind-the-scenes figures.

Those should be professional mercenaries, they silently showed one eye from behind the battlement, carefully observing the movement under the city wall, but did not make a sound, such a su zhì is not even common among mercenaries, the defending side has a natural advantage, so if the other party has three or five hundred such mercenaries, then this battle is afraid to enter a fierce battle-

And what about your own side?

"Hurry up, you idiots!"

A few knights shouted, and at the sound of their shouts, hundreds of spearmen in gray cloth armor were scrambling to pile together the wood cut down nearby. On the other side of the line, the new procession was still coming from the main road in pieces – or rather being driven over, more appropriately.

Gunners have never liked war.

Of course, they were not just soldiers with guns, spearmen were just another name for peasant soldiers.

The name originated as far back as the Imperial Expedition, when the Isgundar Emperor used to call the hairy little ones who had just stepped into the barracks "spears", so the recruits were called "spearmen". This tradition became a lingua franca after the empire unified half of the continent - although most of the time, veterans preferred to call them meat shields, or test arrows.

Most of these troops, armed with simple wooden poles, spears, cloth clothes, and leather plate armor, were conscripted farmers, and some young mercenaries who were not strong enough to fight. They generally received only the most basic military training and almost the worst equipment. And under Lord Siegel, who had never been very fond of giving money to his subordinates, these peasant soldiers were even more pitiful.

The weapons were mostly crude spears, with wooden poles at the front with a pointed end barely wrapped in iron sheets, and the armor was also cushioned with wool and planks between two thick layers of sturdy cloth. Sewn with thick threads, the armor made in this way has been passed down for more than a thousand years. And on the entire continent, regardless of the south, east, west, and north, there are soldiers everywhere wearing this equipment. It's just that the seasoned mercenaries choose them, often under a layer of chain mail or scales. As an extra layer of protection, it did not pin its hopes of blocking the enemy's blades. At the end of the day, it's just a matter of blocking arrows. There is no need for a special armor-piercing weapon, a sword or spear can easily break through this layer of protection.

As for that shield. It's just a barrel lid nailed with two cloth handles......

Fortunately, the area is rich in trees, and materials for making siege equipment are not scarce - the knight comforted himself in his heart.

The other party's defense is actually not impregnable, as long as there are large trebuchets enough to collapse this wall! Unfortunately, that thing will require the cooperation of at least dozens of craftsmen, and it will not be able to take it out in the short term...... But Motu was fully prepared before he went into battle, as long as the wood was suitable. With the help of some components, it is not a problem to build several small trebuchets.

The premise is that if the other side really only relies on the walls to prepare for a defensive battle......

But that's unlikely, they don't just have a high-level mage, they should have other spellcasters...... At least there should be pastors, if they are really a denomination as Siegel suggests. Motu couldn't figure out why they were sacrificing their strengths. should be with yourself.

Linked to the disappearance of the mercenary scouts from earlier. Those bad feelings in Motu's heart became deeper and deeper. If he could, he would never touch such a place where he didn't know the details.

But now, it's hard to ride a tiger.

Time passed in such silence gradually. The clumsy peasant soldiers finally began to line up—a dozen long ladders and a few catapults that they had tied......

This rate is enough to make the stomachs of real knights idle.

But no matter what. Under the supervision of those regular warriors, these people finally completed all the elements needed for an attack. So when the sun quietly walked through the middle of the sky. The soldiers began their first attempt.

With the sound of a low trumpet, several of the Ares priests who served Lord Siegel began to sing war songs. The luster of the magic was sprinkled on the heads of hundreds of peasant soldiers in turn, encouraging their little courage, and behind them, the simply polished stones, thrown out of the creaking wooden rockers, landed on the city wall, and took away a watchtower!

The heavy and muffled sound of smashing on the ground rang the opening bell for this war

But the sight was nothing but pleasant, for the walls of the city only trembled a little, and there was not even some superficial damage!

But Motu waved his arm.

With the commander's order, in the shouts of the overseers behind them, and in the luster of the divine magic to expel fear, the faces of these young or middle-aged people showed a mixture of fear and nervousness with different expressions. Breathing disordered, but being pushed forward by the person behind him...... Subconsciously move forward. The first charge began.

Airplanes!

There rang out one after another from the city walls, and finally a short chime. On a clear summer day, a thin shadow appeared on the sky, lingering at the limit of the sky for a while, and then turning into a scene of scattered raindrops and finally into a disgusting muffled sound and screams as gravity pulled.

When the rain of arrows fell, Motu's brow finally loosened a little.

More than a hundred archers, a hundred and twenty at most - this veteran knight who had been in battle did not even need to observe, he could tell the number of enemies by sound alone. And this number is quite normal in the projections, and it seems that the number of the most important enemies is still under their control.

1,000 feet, 800 feet...... The Stormtroopers' footsteps gradually approached the city wall, and although there were constantly partners around them who fell down, the blessing of divine magic made their blood surge, their heads hot, and they completely forgot the fear of death!

500 feet, 400 feet...... Closer, closer, the gravel on the cyan wall was already clear, the spearmen began to shout indiscriminately, victory seemed to be in sight, just rush a few dozen steps. A dozen steps......

Motu narrowed his eyes and held his breath.

He knew that the enemy would attack...... At least once! He wanted it to be a magical attack, even if it was earth-shattering. Even the magic that destroyed ten, nay, one-third of these soldiers was not surprising. I just felt that the mage had already taken a few of his apprentices with him. Be prepared, and in the battle of magic, it has always been the side that responds, and it is easier to gain the upper hand.

However, it backfired.

In the messy roar. There was a long muffled sound from the ground!

It's a crossbow!

Motu felt his heart tremble!

A black half-arc shadow flashed in his eyes, and then, the team of spearmen who were messily following the ladder shook suddenly!

How can this bastard have such a large number of crossbows! And it's not the kind of soft private goods! It's all good bows that can at least be used as a suppressive weapon!

Motu's brows were once again deeply twisted together, and he cursed in his heart through gritted teeth.

Then he found out that the enemy in front of him was clearly again. Overturn his repeatedly changed perceptions!

In the rain of arrows. Mixed with dotted firelight, it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, but after a few breaths, this firelight will explode with a dull roar, and the fireball explosion range is very large, within a range of dozens of feet. The thin armor of the spearmen was nothing to protect anything, and they screamed. Fly, fall. Tumbling down, even blocking the path of the companions behind! What was once a slightly neat charge immediately turned into a frustrating wolf rush!

......

The gates of Sigma City are always so messy.

Today, the sun seems to be shining exceptionally. And Sigma City under the sun is especially noisy.

In terms of size, Sigma doesn't really live up to the title of city - in fact, this small city with a population of less than 20,000 would barely be the size of a town if the dozen feet of walls were removed. His master, Lord Siegel, was never a benevolent or shrewd lord...... Or, on the contrary, the young lord was a typical nobleman, and if something could be obtained by squeezing the lords, then he would never hesitate to act.

Or, compared to the occasional outbreak of chickens and dogs while the young nobleman was in the city, today should be regarded as a peaceful and peaceful day.

After adding a kick to the butts of the poor peasants, urging them to walk faster, Jung narrowed his eyes and nodded somewhat pleasantly.

Although the walls of the city were somewhat empty after the lord had taken most of the soldiers away, no one felt any uneasiness about it...... The surrounding area here is under the jurisdiction of the Blackhawk family, and there have been no bandits for decades, even if there are only more than 100 city guards left in Craven City, it is enough to maintain the functions of inventory, law and order, and taxation.

Oh, no, if you want to call him Sigma City, if you call him by an old name and be heard by the lord, then I'm afraid you will have to take a few beatings of the stick.

The captain of the second team of the city guard muttered quietly and rubbed his nose.

But suddenly, a sound of footsteps raised his gaze...... Then, he took a breath of cold air.

Some of the guys covered in their robes were already standing in front of him at some point. The black, blue, or dark red robes shone softly in the sunlight, and the light shimmered into thin piping, delicate and beautiful, almost like the legendary celestial garments.

"Are you the highest-ranking man in the city?"

The captain of the guard opened his mouth, but before he could ask questions, a voice came from under the black burqa in the group.

It was a very young voice, but it seemed to have a strange rhythm, a strange humming sound, but when it came to the ears, it made people involuntarily want to listen, to obey...... "Yes, my lord." The captain of the guard replied with a shake of his head.

"Can you command everyone in the city?"

"Yes, all the remaining soldiers in the city today are under my jurisdiction. "It's a really nice sound, even if it's an order, it makes people want to listen to it more...... So, Jung couldn't help but respond.

"Very well, order all those who are under your jurisdiction to go and inform me of all the civilians in the whole city, and let them line up above the square. ”

"Yes, sir. So the captain of the guard nodded politely, then turned around and rebuked a few of his men: "Go and call all the brethren here! Let them call all the people of the city, all of them, to the central square!"

"But captain, they ......," a bewildered soldier whispered, but then he was struck by his captain's scabbard, "You bastard, are you itching on the skin?"

A moment later, the whole city was boiling, and the civilians were driven from house to house, and it took a full hourglass for the guards to drive all the people to the square in the middle of the city...... If it weren't for the fact that the army of the Lord was known for its brutality, this task would actually be a bit difficult to achieve.

The crowd stood in the square in a state of confusion, crowded and noisy, and then, to their astonishment, it was not the man they knew was giving orders, their lord, standing on the high platform in front of them, but a mysterious figure whose identity was shrouded in black robes.

"Everyone, listen to me. The black-robed man in the lead shouted, and the sound of the illusion spell reached the ears of every civilian, causing their eyes to widen in disbelief and silence as they listened to his next palpitating words

"Now, I'm going to burn down the city, so be blessed with yourselves!" (To be continued......

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