Progress in Section 19

The shouts of killing outside the city shook the sky.

A small group crept out of the side of the street. Each of them wore patchwork armor and held spears, daggers, and other such motley weapons in their hands. Anyone can tell at a glance that this group of people is a complete rabble, belonging to a group that has neither discipline nor courage. All it takes is a squad of professional soldiers to disperse them. In fact, this is also true. All the members of this team were ordinary citizens, improvised and untrained.

But fortunately, the army defending the city was already insufficient at the moment. The enemy attacked simultaneously from all sides, and the defenders had to do their best to barely resist it, leaving no room to monitor the movements in the city.

"No one, everyone, get up and open the gates, let Duke Ryan's army enter the city!"

The situation in front of them quickly aroused the courage of these citizens who had been temporarily armed. They swarmed up and opened the side door with all their hands and feet. One of the bravest men went out to call out to the friendly troops outside, while the others guarded the gates with trepidation.

But all worries are completely superfluous. A few minutes later, heavily armed Cassilos knights rushed in through the gate. The townspeople immediately cheered and greeted them, and they immediately led their knights to all the key places in the city.

"Lord Lord Ryan, we have won. An officer said, pointing to the flags that had been hoisted high in the city.

"Hmm. Ryan nodded.

The defenders of Paro were still resisting with all their might just now. But when the Paro banner in the center of the city was suddenly replaced with Cassilos' scorching sun sword banner, they suddenly began a rout on all fronts. The knights and militiamen of Casilos climbed to the top of the city, stormed the gates, and slashed every Paro they could find.

Simple...... Simple...... It's so easy! It's not difficult at all!

To the west, the main force of Paro's army was firmly held back by the St. Jean's expeditionary force led by Thomas. In the east, the army of St. Jean was also held by the defense of the Paro Castle. Now the vast land between the two is at his mercy.

The lords of Casilos almost always took the initiative to join him when they saw his scorching Sun Sword banner and swore allegiance to him. And none of the cities under the control of the Paros could resist him for three days.

What can be done about it? The Paros are the invaders, and they have the hatred of the natives, which most of the invaders have. When the citizens of the city saw the banner of King Casilos outside the city, they immediately tried to do what they could to serve the besieging forces. They will attack the defenders, steal the gates, cause chaos at night, and do everything they can to help their own army. And now there were too few of the Paro garrisons in every city to suppress this internal betrayal. The only thing they could do was put up some futile resistance and add a respectable touch to Duke Lane's record.

Now, Ryan no longer has to worry about his self-proclaimed "duke" being exposed. Because he now leads a large army and has almost complete control over this vast land. He does have Casilos royal blood (albeit a side branch), so he has the right to hold the banner of the Scorching Sun Sword aloft as his coat of arms.

Originally, this banner was only owned by kings, but Casilos no longer has a king. As for Princess Irina...... This is thanks to the Paro people. They worked hard to spread the news of the fall of the Casilos royal family and undermine the confidence of the lords everywhere to resist. But they did not say anything about Princess Irina's successful escape to St. Jean, and used all means at their disposal to block the news.

So no one questioned Ryan's authority to raise the flag.

The shouts of killing in the city slowly subsided. There was no resistance in sight on the walls, and soldiers were pouring in through the gates. Soon, it was Duke Lane's turn to enter the city.

After a year of occupation by the invaders, the citizens would rejoice when they saw Casilos' regular army again, and they would all salute him and serve him. Is there a second possibility?

Ryan motioned for his retinue to follow, and then gently pinched the horse's belly, allowing the horse to walk towards the gate with a solemn and steady pace.

......

Ashrufat swung his sword and slashed through the Paro soldier in front of him, blood splashing him with screams.

But in a split second, another Paro soldier, armed with an axe and shield, jumped down the ladder and slashed at a knight's helmet. The axe split through the helmet and embedded deep into the knight's head. The knight stabbed his sword through the opponent's chest with the most powerful force of his life. The two fell together.

"Count, I can't hold it anymore! I'm about to send reinforcements!" shouted to him from behind him, a knight standing with his sword in his hand, gasping for breath.

It's almost the limit. The Paros rushed to the city walls in desperation, and the entire line of defense entered hand-to-hand combat.

Ashrufat rushed to the mouth of the ladder, grabbed the wind of flames, and threw a whole cloud of flame energy down. Greasy oil squeezed into his pores. Below, the terrible screams of the Paro people were heard.

For the time being, no enemies will come up on this ladder. Ashruphat turned and gave a loud order to the trumpeter. The horn for help sounded rhythmically. Then, there was a commotion at one end of the wall, and a whole group of Grail Knights walked up the wall. Their shields are painted with patterns blessed by the gods of nature.

The Knights of the Holy Grail formed an extremely neat phalanx, and like an iron wall, they overwhelmingly crushed the entire wall, crushing all the enemies who climbed the wall. They didn't look like they were fighting at all, for they were all singing and shouting in absolute joy.

The last few enemies were caught between the Knights of the Grail and the knights led by Aerufat, and they had no backups. For the Paros were blowing the trumpet under the walls.

The Paro soldiers were terrified, but their fear of surrender was far greater than their fear of dying in battle. They let out a cry of despair, then rushed to the ranks of the Grail Knights, all of whom were killed.

Since the killing of each other's captives that day, both sides have been red-eyed. No one surrenders unless they are seriously injured and incapacitated. Nor did anyone think of taking prisoners on such terrible days.

Ashrufat looked at the retreating Paro army from the city. After the fierce and bloody battles every day, he had even forgotten how many days the enemy had filled the trenches, and they were now free to push siege engines to the bottom of the city. Although they didn't have the big equipment to build siege towers. They built a lot of siege ladders. It was not a simple ladder, but a ladder that was as tall and long as a step, and could be mounted on a vehicle and leaned directly to the top of the city. Rows of siege ladders climb the walls, and then a never-ending war of attrition ensues.

Fortunately, the magic power of the two sides is now equal. After the suicide attack that day, there were a lot fewer magicians all of a sudden. Now the magic of the two sides is offensive and defensive, which is about the same, and even the defending troops still have the upper hand.

He glanced at the Grail Knights, who paused briefly and immediately headed for the bottom of the walls. The Knights of the Holy Grail have played an extremely important role these days, always appearing in the most dangerous positions at the most critical times, turning every crisis around. But there are fewer and fewer Knights of the Holy Grail. They originally had three hundred Grail Knights when they set out, but now there are only a hundred left.

Under the city walls, the corpses of the Paro were stacked on top of each other. There are so many corpses, people can't help but wonder "how many people died". A small part of the trenches were filled with dirt and gravel, and most of them were corpses. Each corpse was frozen hard, looking at this cruel world with dead eyes.

"Check the casualties!" Ashrufat patrolled the city, urging his men to deal with the aftermath. All the dead and non-dead Paros were stripped of their clothes and dragged away for incineration. The dead and wounded need to be properly handled, especially the injured. The prophetess Phil was in charge of treating the wounded in the city, and as long as it was not an internal wound, it only took two or three days to heal. This greatly boosted the morale of the soldiers and greatly reduced the casualties of the defenders.

"Carefully monitor the enemy's movements, and I'll go to the city to have a look. "When it was almost over, Ashruphat ordered. It's already dusk, and the Paros shouldn't be able to kill a horse. However, the necessary vigilance is still indispensable.

He walked towards the wounded camp in the center of the castle. Every day the dead and wounded are sent here to be treated by Phil. It must be noted that for the prophetesses, there was no difference between treating one person and treating all the wounded, they simply held on to the wind of life, separating thin magical energy from the bush and spilling it on everyone.

Many people misunderstand that prophetesses can come back from the dead. But this is a mistake. The prophetess could indeed forcibly infuse a stream of life energy into the body of a dying person when she was forced to do so, so that they could be instantly rejuvenated. But the consequence of this is that the wounded will surely die after the battle. So whenever possible, they choose this steady and slow treatment.

Unfortunately, this treatment is almost ineffective for inflamed wounds. A swollen wound cannot be closed, and there is no reserve of "myrrh" that can reduce swelling.

Leo was already in the wounded barracks. He had been shot in the chest two days earlier, so he was temporarily in charge of logistics and other chores, and the south side was now commanded by William Daley.

"Two hundred and sixty people were killed and more than three hundred and thirty wounded. Leo's pale face was filled with a look of helplessness. "Eshurufat, fortunately, 200 people returned from injury today. Finally, we can maintain our defense tomorrow. ”

Today was the heaviest day of casualties, and the expeditionary force was running out of strength. However, the most elite knightly units of the Paro people have never been played.

"Count Ashrufat. With this voice. The prophetess Phil appeared before them.

The prophetess wore green, veil-like garments. It stands out on this cold winter day. The lower end of her dress fluttered without the wind, like a puff of smoke drifting from the shore of a lake. It's as if she is not stepping on the earth, but the lake.

"Ms. Phil. "Ashrufat returned the salute. "I'm sorry, I'm covered in blood and haven't had time to wash it yet. ”

"You're welcome. In extraordinary times, we don't have to pay attention to these politenesses. These days, people are talking about you everywhere. ”

"It's not a bad word for me, is it? ”

"Not a bad word. There are rumors of your deeds everywhere, and even the Knights of the Holy Grail secretly approve of it. They say that Count Ashruphat stood on the battlefield with a heart of stone and great determination. His sword drank blood with every blow, and his magic became an eternal nightmare for the Paro. ”

Fei'er smiled slightly, and a strange expression appeared on the face that had not been traced by the years, but then it was gone.

"Also, General Thomas wants to see you. With that, she left.