Section 347 Crisis

As night fell, the city of Neustria was lit up.

As mentioned earlier, Neustria was a large city, and the population of the city was only a few thousand. The man in charge of the city of Neustria had only a little more than a thousand troops in his hands - this kind of force was purely symbolic. If there really was a battle to defend the city, this little force would be completely impossible to resist - not even one person standing thirty paces apart from the head of the city would be enough.

However, there is no longer such a worry. General Ashrufat defeated the invading Chaos Legions on the front line - not an ordinary victory, but a real victory. The Chaos Legion was first routed on the battlefield, and then retreated into the pocket formation set up by General Berel, only to be wiped out. It is said that the Chaos Legion, with a total of 70,000 people, was able to escape only a few thousand. After such a victory at the front, what else is there to fear here in Neustria?

In addition, although the garrison was small, it was a short-term affair - because the city of Neustria was a logistics center with the task of transporting food and grass to the front. The current low number of troops is due to the fact that a convoy has just departed - a typical window period.

It is said that the royal city will quickly mobilize a force to reinforce the wounded, prisoners and other matters. Of course, this force is definitely a makeshift patchwork militia, but if you want to defend the city, the militia is enough. In short, after another three or five days, no more than ten days, one qiē will be back to normal.

Because of this mentality, the soldiers patrolling the city were not very alert. They just carry out ordinary patrol duties according to custom (as well as military regulations).

The patrols at the head of the city were divided into open and dark sentinels. The former would light a bonfire on the city walls every time he walked, and then observe the movement under the city by the light of the fire—because the darkness obscures the view, he could only see a very limited area—and after observing it, he put out the fire and walked away. The Dark Sentinels were completely different, they walked slowly on the walls in pairs. These men were selected from the army, and they did not look with their eyes, but listened carefully with their ears.

This is the idea offered by Bayral - if the enemy is watching, they can easily grasp the rhythm of the sentinel. But if they don't know the truth, they will be investigated by the secret sentinels. This method is not actually aimed at a large-scale attack on the enemy, but against a small number of scouts and spies to infiltrate the wall.

Far beyond the city walls, in the darkness a pair of eyes watched the changes in the city's head. Standing under the light and looking at the darkness is not too far, but standing in the dark and looking at the light can see more clearly.

"Stupid action. The Bloodfang Lord whispered. With the blessing of Sadomasochism, he also possesses quite good dark vision, allowing him to observe the city.

Yes, the walls of Neustria are tall and majestic, but the walls without defenders (or not enough defenders) are no obstacle at all. Whether it is a natural hazard formed by nature or an artificial obstacle, if there is no guardian, it can only be regarded as a nuisance, not a threat.

"The idiots patrol with a lot of regularity. One of the subordinates said. "We only need to choose two waves of patrols to climb the city wall. ”

"Is there a hook?" asked the Bloodfang Lord.

"There you go!" replied the subordinate decisively. This afternoon, they ransacked a deserted village and found some tools that could be converted into hooks. But there really aren't many of them.

"Prepare to attack!" said the Bloodfang Lord coldly. When the gates of the city were opened, the whole army burst in...... Bring me a hook!"

......

Another group of patrolling soldiers walked by—they had just turned out the lights and left, and with a slight sound, several hooks flew up from under the walls and hooked them. Then, a clear sound could be heard from beneath the walls. It was the sound of a human climbing a wall with a hook.

The two sentries were immediately aware of the accident. In fact, they are just patrolling according to military regulations, and their vigilance is not very high, but this is too obvious.

"What's going on?" the voice ......" The two men looked at each other, and one of them immediately rushed to the source of the sound. Although the night was dark, he could easily spot the hook hanging from the mouth of the city wall.

That's not one or two, it's ...... More than 10 ...... No, dozens!

"Enemy attack...... Alert!"

One of the soldiers ran as fast as he could—a sentry post, but it was just an empty space on the wall. There are some of the necessary tools for patrolling and alerting - wolf smoke, gongs and drums, bonfires, tinder and so on.

In just a short time, the big gong responsible for sounding the alarm of the enemy attack was sounded. The sound of "Bang Dang" and "Bang Dang" can be described as deafening and resounding throughout the city. In the gap between the gongs, the shrill shouts of the sentinels echoed. "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Another soldier drew his sword and began to try to cut the hook. However, the hemp rope that made up the hook was very tough, and it took him a lot of effort to finally cut one of them. The moment the rope broke, he heard the dull sound of a human body hitting the ground.

No way...... Too much...... He worked hard to chop the second one while calculating in his mind. Before the enemy climbed up, he should have been able to cut only four or five hooks with his strength, less than a third of the total number of hooks. However, he knew that Ming Sentry had just left not very far. It was a detachment of ten soldiers, and if they could get back, they should be able to cut off all the hooks and hooks as they climbed the wall—if not all, there would only be one or two enemies who climbed up, and they could be dealt with.

The second hook was cut off, perhaps because of the fact that this one was climbing higher, causing him to let out a terrible scream as he fell.

The sentry began to cut the third hook. At this time, he heard footsteps in front of him, and it was the patrol that had just walked away that had turned around.

Then he saw a pair of hands wrapped in black armor grasp the bulge in the city wall.

It was only a brief moment, and before he could react, the hands pressed hard, and then a figure jumped up from beyond the wall and landed on the wall. The movements are swift and light, like a monkey.

Unlike the monkey, the man who jumped up was wearing heavy armor. The chest of the armor had a pattern that still shimmered in the night—anyone who had dealt with the Chaos Legion would recognize it as a mark of blood god terror.

In the next moment, the whistling sound of steel broke through the air. The soldier instinctively swung his sword to block the block, but a huge force came from his hand, directly shattering his power. The force slammed into his body, sending the unfortunate soldier straight out of the way, over the parapet of the city wall and into the night sky.

There was another dull sound of a falling object.

A patrol detachment, or rather, a sentry squad, ten soldiers rushed over. Each of them armed with spears pounced on the Chaos warrior who had been the first to climb the walls. Ten to one, they should win.

This Chaos Warrior's face was covered in scars, and at a glance he knew that he was the battle-hardened kind. Looking at the dozen or so enemies rushing up, the Chaos Warrior let out a sinister laugh. He held a huge battle axe in his hand—too large for a normal person to wield, and even a man with strong arms could only wield it with both hands—and he held it in one hand, looking as light as if he were pinching a straw. And the armor on his body is layered like crocodile scale armor, which can be seen at a glance as precious.

At the last moment of the approach, the patrolmen, according to their training, lined up in a horizontal line, spears raised. The other three soldiers were outflanked from the flanks. This is exactly the classic tactic of the spear infantry: they do it when they are overwhelmingly numerous.

The Bloodfang Lord ignored the row of sharp spears facing his chest and stepped forward with his battle axe in hand, his steps steady. The corners of his mouth were even more cruel arcs.

......

Although it was getting late, the lights were still bright in the palace of Eagle Castle, which belonged to the prime minister's office.

Eryn sat at his desk, where several colleagues and subordinates had gathered, discussing a few things for the future. In the absence of the Queen, according to the law and custom, Irene as Prime Minister had to shoulder the responsibility of taking care of the house.

"Is this news reliable?"

"Lord Tamein's news is absolutely credible. It was an older man who spoke, "I know something about this man." ”

"Tymin......" Before today, Allyn had never heard of the name—and if he had, he wouldn't have cared—it was owned by a governor, or rather, a governor of a remote town. As Prime Minister, it is normal that you have not heard of this name - the key reason why Irynn repeats it today is that the venerable Governor has sent a very important piece of information to Eagle Falcon.

Some time ago, General Essien led his army through the territory of the Governor. Due to the needs of the army, General Essien asked the Governor for a considerable amount of supplies. In accordance with domestic practice, such expenditures can be directly offset against local tax payments. Therefore, after carefully calculating the accounts, the Governor of Taiming sent the relevant documents and receipts to Eagle Falcon City.

Of course, the Governor didn't mean anything in particular. He simply wanted to use these things to offset the taxes of his own jurisdiction—enough to meet General Essien's military needs, enough for him to offset three years' taxes. In other words, as long as the Eagle Falcon City side is approved, the Governor will be able to legally not pay taxes to the Eagle Falcon City for three years.

However, the Falcon City was a little suspicious of Essien's strange actions - and only suspicious - so there were people who paid attention to Essien's actions. The relevant materials immediately attracted the attention of those who were interested. It didn't take long for the report on Essien to be sent to Iryn's desk.

Anyone who looks at the map can see that Essien's path has nothing to do with the "rebellion" mission he is responsible for. In fact, it's just the opposite of the other.

"Essien...... What does he want to do?" Ellynn muttered softly. Essien went west, which meant that he could use his powers as a general, and freely chose his targets, and to the south, which meant that he intended to leave the country, at least he himself and defect to some other power (which was not bad in Arynne's opinion), and to the side of Eagle Falcon, which meant that he could start a rebellion, but he was now north.