It's been four days, and the siege of the city of Otis has been going on for four whole days.

During this period, Locke's battalion participated in a total of three sieges. On average, there was a siege every two days, leaving the soldiers of Locke's battalion quite tired.

In fact, it should be the Charlotte defenders who are even more tired, the head of Otis City who has never stopped shouting and killing from beginning to end, so that the Charlot soldiers who are holding on to Otis City have not closed their eyes for a minute.

The outcome of the battle was both acceptable and unacceptable to both sides.

On Faustin's side, the 1st Legion of the Eagle Legion, in the strong attack of the night two days before, was very fruitful, and the brave soldiers of the 1st Corps, under the cover of magic, catapults and giant crossbows, went straight to the head of the city of Odis, although in the end they were forced down by the counterattack of the defenders of Charlotte. But this gave great encouragement to the soldiers of the other regiments besieging the city.

Just yesterday, when Locke's battalion had just withdrawn, Locke listened to the chatter of the soldiers of the other brigades in the battalion, and the lion army had also attacked the city head these days, and even occupied the city gate, but unfortunately it was helplessly broken by Charlotte's ironclad guards. Failed to hold the gates of the occupied city.

The soldiers who participated in the siege of the city, because they had to avoid attacks from the city gates and climb the ladders, were all lightly armed, and in the face of the heavily armed ironclad janissaries, the only remaining elite of Charlotte, there was no good way.

Of course, neither Prince Kensell nor the Marquis of Mammon care if the attack these days can capture the city of Otis or not, and the unexpected results can only be used as a dessert to surprise the two.

Prince Kensel and the Marquis of Mammon, like two lions staring at their prey, only went up from time to time to scratch their paws in the face of their trembling prey, so that the sores of the prey widened and the blood dried up, and when the prey was completely weak, they rushed up to enjoy the feast.

No one knows if the prey is still hiding its strength and preparing to jump over the wall.

As a low-level non-commissioned officer, although Locke didn't know the decision of the two big men, he could still guess something after being a soldier for so long, and the decisive battle was already fast.

At that time, it will not be like now, one corps after another, but the whole front!

In the distance outside Otis City, Faustan soldiers were moving in an orderly manner, and countless soldiers in the vicinity were attacking Otis City. Although with a large number of garrison materials and sufficient manpower, the Charlottes held off wave after wave of attacks, but no one dared to take it lightly.

Two days ago, the scene of being carelessly rushed to the city by Faustin soldiers is still vivid.

Not far from the inner side of the city walls, there is a newly built military headquarters.

King Charlotte was in the middle of it at this time, pacing anxiously back and forth. In addition to the king, there were many nobles here.

A herald rushed into the headquarters.

"How is the city's defenses now?" the king asked, pausing and speaking at a rapid pace.

"The besieging enemy has withdrawn, but the next wave of the enemy is already gathering. The soldiers reported.

"Hey... When a bunch of nobles heard this, they sighed one after another.

The king didn't have too much expression, and standing in this position, he needed to keep his calm at all times. Any expression of emotion will have an impact on others.

It can be said that the Charlottes can still hold on to defending the city. The main reason why he, the king, is still standing here. He is like a flag, if he does not fall, Charlotte, he will not die.

"What about the Marquis Philip?" asked the King.

"Marquis he, Marquis he still commands the battle on the city walls. The herald replied.

Hearing this, most of the surrounding nobles did not say anything, only the king, frowned, and was a little worried about the body of Marquis Philip.

Don't look at the Marquis Philip looking young, in fact, the age is similar to him, King Charlotte is very worried about the Marquis Philip, fighting on the city wall for four days in a row, and his body can't eat.

Marquis Philip had not descended the walls of Otis since that day, when the Marquis of Philip ordered the guards to take him away. King Charlotte, until this time, fully trusted Marquis Philip, and was really willing to fight to the death for Charlotte.

"Go and tell the Marquis Philip to rest for a while. The king sighed.

The herald wondered how the king could give such an order, but he obeyed, "Yes!"

"Sanchez, you go and take over the city from the Marquis of Philip!" said the king, turning to a large man in the noble pile.

"Yes!" replied the big man, then clenched the sword at his waist and led a group of soldiers towards the distant city wall.

This big man is the commander of the Armored Praetorian Guard, the king's absolute confidant, and the only peak-level knight attendant in Otis City, King Charlot sent him up, very relieved.

Marquis Philip on the city wall, like a rock, stood there resolutely, giving orders to the soldiers around him from time to time.

"Where's the men of the Fifth Reserve, go to the West Gate! The next wave of enemy attacks is coming!"

"Seventh Squadron! Seventh Squadron! Gerson, you take your soldiers and the Seventh Squadron to the South City Gate together, you are needed over there!"

Marquis Philip's order had not yet been carried out, but his soldiers surrounded him first.

"Lord Marquis, go and rest for a while. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Your Excellency, please rest for a while. ”

The Marquis Philip commanded the city walls for four days in succession, and the Charlotte soldiers were all visible, and the next day, the Marquis ordered half of the soldiers to defend the city, and half of the soldiers to rest, and take turns to defend the city. The intentions of the Faustin people were obvious, and Marquis Philip saw that he could not let the soldiers defending the city be exhausted by the other party.

But the soldiers rested, but the Marquis Philip remained on the walls.

For four whole days, the Marquis de Philip did not close his eyes, and rarely even moved his position.

The circle of soldiers surrounding the Marquis in the center, you can clearly see the miserable white face and slightly trembling neck of the Marquis Philip, this Marquis has also reached the limit, and he has been able to hold on until now, in addition to the Marquis's own strength, there is also a firm will.

"Your Excellency, go to the rest party. A stout Charlotte man persuaded that the soldier, who had suffered numerous wounds and still insisted on fighting, was moved by the persistence of the Marquis Philip and left tears of blood.

"Needless to say, go!" Marquis Philip interrupted the persuasion of the soldiers around him, ordering them to support everywhere.

"Yes!" the soldier wiped the blood from his face, "Seventh Squadron, follow me!" waved his spear and headed for support at the South Gate.

After the soldiers had left, Marquis Philip breathed a sigh of relief, and his body shook unnaturally, but in the end he did not fall, and Marquis Philip stood firm again.

Although he was also a high-ranking knight squire, it was entirely built up by potions and genius treasures. Marquis Philip has no strength, but the truth is that he may not be able to defeat even a mid-level squire.

But as a good businessman, Marquis Philip doesn't need to play in person, and he has a large group of masters who can help him settle everything.

But now, it is indeed time to run out of oil and run out of lights. High-ranking squires also need to rest, not to mention Marquis Philip, who has hardly experienced such a hard battle.

The Marquis of Philippe insisted on keeping his eyelids from falling, for he feared that he would never be able to open them again.

For the Charlotte Kingdom, Marquis Philip still has feelings, and he is also willing to dedicate himself to his homeland.

"Lord Marquis, you need to rest. The sound of an urn came from behind Marquis Philip, startling Marquis Philip in a cold sweat, and he didn't realize when someone was behind him.

The aura cultivated over the years made the marquis turn around without moving, and a general wearing blue armor appeared.

The general stood there with a spear in his hand, thicker than a normal thigh.

The moment the Marquis of Philippe saw him, he recognized who this man was. The king's absolute confidant, the commander of the Praetorian Guard, Sanchez.

Although he was holding a heavy spear and wearing a light iron armor, Sanchez's movements were silent at all. This is a manifestation of complete control over one's own strength, and the strength of this Praetorian Guard commander is unfathomable.

"No!" said Marquis Philip, succinctly. Although the strength of the Praetorian Guard is much different, Marquis Philip has no need to fear him at all.

"This is His Majesty's order, you need to rest!" Sánchez said, waving his hand, and two soldiers in iron armor stood up behind him, one on the left and one on the right, and the Marquis of Philip was erected.

"Take the Marquis down to rest. Sanchez ordered.

Only then did Marquis Philip discover that under the city gate behind him, there were many ironclad soldiers with such equipment. Sanchez brought most of his troops, the Iron Guard, to the East Gate.

There was no rebuttal, and there were no words. The Marquis of Philippe followed the two soldiers down the tower, and he was indeed exhausted. Now that there is a master like Sanchez at the city gate, and his iron-armored Praetorian Guard, it is no problem to take over from him to defend this place.

Sánchez and a group of soldiers watched Marquis Philip walk down the walls. The battles of the past few days have made these low-level soldiers admire their Marquis from the bottom of their hearts.

Early the next morning, the repaired Locke battalion began to sharpen their knives again, and as is customary, they will again participate in the siege this afternoon.

"Locke, where did you get this armor?" Squadron Leader Monte looked enviously at the bright yellow armor on Locke's body.

After a few days of fighting, the soldiers of the Kaidozi battalion also saw a lot of blood. The besieging side of the city, because it will be smashed with a blunt weapon by the enemy defending the city, a solid armor shows its effect at this time.

Locke's armor is no longer a secret, and many people have seen that Locke resisted a rolling stone without much reaction.

Other soldiers may guess that Locke used his Dou Qi to block the moment, but Monte, who was standing not far from Locke's side, dared to guarantee that he didn't feel a little bit of Dou Qi at that time. Locke is completely reliant on his body and equipment, and he is tough to resist.

Faced with Squadron Leader's questioning, Locke could only play dumb. He didn't want to expose his massive military exploits, and his wealth was not exposed, but Locke still knew about it.

Seeing that Locke didn't answer, Monte didn't ask too much, he saw that the long sword on Locke's waist and the armor he was wearing were a model, and Monte's eyes were full of envy.