The capital of Baston, Alimenka

The more and more rapid plain wind blew through the fat man's collar, the fat man raised his head and looked at the sky, the sky was a little dark, after two days of marching, in the afternoon, 30,000 troops arrived outside the city of Alimenka, the plain outside the city can see a large number of Baston soldiers' corpses, broken military flags, steppe cavalry cruising around,

Before the arrival of the main infantry force, the 15,000 steppe cavalry troops that were advancing had already fought with the Baston army several times in accordance with the fat man's orders, and firmly suppressed the Baston people in the city, so that they could not break through and escape, and the Bastons who were cornered launched many sorties in a row, except for the corpses all over the field, there was no gain, and finally they could only completely withdraw to the city,

The steppe cavalry troops were divided into left and right wings, and began to gather outside the city, constantly launching harassing attacks on the outer defense line of the Baston army, day and night, so that the Baston people had no chance to rest, and the casualties were increasing, according to the report of the steppe thousand cavalry commanders, now the spirit of the Baston army has reached the verge of collapse, if there is another big blow, the Baston army will completely collapse.

The people of Bastons finally understood that it was impossible for them to leave the encirclement by relying on the army, and from the cluster of arrows shot from outside the city, it was clear that there was no choice but to surrender, and there was only one way to survive the encirclement, and that was to open the gates.

The overwhelming military flags made a crackling sound in the wind, and under the banners that swept the plains, the infantry of the 20,000 Salon Legion was divided into four arrays, raising countless spears, like a dense forest made of steel, and the man-high siege shields in the hands of the Falcon hoplites in the front row reflected the terrifying luster of the steel army, and on the left side of the military formation, there were fifteen thousand steppe archers with superb archery, and they followed the order. The collective came down from the warhorses,

In front of such a large army, Alimenka City, which can only be regarded as a medium-sized city, seems so small,

From the circle of the lookout goggles in his hand, the fat man could see that the Patton army on the opposite wall was very low, whether it was an officer or a soldier, everyone's face looked ugly, it seemed that what the thousand horsemen of the steppe said was true, after the fierce blow some time ago, if it was not for the fact that there was no way to escape. The people of Baston may have voluntarily abandoned the unsafe capital and fled to the relative safety of the mountains

According to the fat man's estimation, he didn't need to attack at all, he only needed to besiege them for a week, and these Bastons would cry and shout in surrender because they couldn't resist the double torture of hunger and mental, and of course, some of them might choose to commit suicide.

Either way, the people of Bastons have no other way out, alas. I don't have that time, and I have to let this country, which is accustomed to being a grass on the wall, know that if I want to, I can crush them with one finger. In this way, the Duchy of Baseton will really become a barrier to protect the northwest coast region, and in the event of a war, the Duchy of Baseton is blessed with a unique plain terrain. It's your best battlefield. "Your Majesty, let's attack!" Salon rode from the front and came from the front to ask for battle, as the infantry who was mediocre in this battle, Salon preferred to be a little simpler. Show off the strength of the Falcon Infantry with a single attack. All the people of Bastons were sent to heaven at once. "Don't worry, wait a little longer, wait until evening, it will be more conducive to the siege!"

The fat man looked up at the sky, and said to the anxious Sallon, how he didn't know what his love would be thinking, after arriving at the battlefield, Salong couldn't wait to arrange the infantry to line up, two flag regiments with hoplites as the main force, were lined up at the front of the legion, Sall was impatient to sweep away all the Pattons, so he repeatedly asked for battle orders, but the fat man has not approved,

The five-meter-high city wall in front of it, there is no moat, but there is a sloping stone wall under the city wall, a typical plain city, there is a problem with the soil in this area, although it is a plain, but the grass on the ground is obviously very thin, there seems to be no moisture in the air, the wind blows from the people, bringing a very dry feeling, and in some places there are even cracks, revealing large cracks that are arm thick, and a dry river passes under the city,

This kind of defense can't stop Salon! The fat man knows very well in his heart, and the people on the other side also know this very well, this is the last chance, if the other party is still so unwilling to give up himself completely, then he can only order the destruction of the city!

Time passed in a moment, the sky was completely dark, and the torches had been lit up in the city and under the city, illuminating half of the sky, as if dyed red with blood

The fat man finally lost his patience, and he raised his hand "Prepare for the siege!" "Brush" In front of the fat man, the 10,000 steppe cavalry who discharged four like a long line of queues also began to calmly take off the quiver full of arrows on the horseback, the front end of the quiver is similar to a wedge-shaped, and the front is wrapped with a layer of white thin iron, the steppe archers will use the front end of the quiver to wrap iron, deeply into the soft soil under their feet, so that the tail of the arrow cluster is facing up, and the hand takes out a white-feathered wolftooth barbed arrow from the inside, and the bowstring is pulled apart, making a nervous creaking sound,

"Prepare for the siege!" said Salon, his face beaming with joy as he heard the order. was about to turn around and return to the troops, but at this moment, the city gate of Alimenka on the opposite side suddenly opened, and I saw a man and a horse coming out of the city gate

"Slow!" the fat man ordered loudly, stopping the archers from releasing their arrows, the night was very dark, and the people who came out on the opposite side couldn't see their faces, and they couldn't use the lookout glasses, so they just felt very tall, not riding horses, and their hands were empty, so they walked towards the 30,000 Falcon Army on foot, but he didn't fly the white flag, nor did he identify himself, so Salon was a little dissatisfied and turned back, muttering, "Your Majesty, why bother with these guys who don't know how to lift, just attack directly!" Go and see what the situation is!" The fat man ignored Sallon, waved his hand behind him, and a group of guards cavalry galloped over, only to report it quickly from the front, saying that the person was actually the Duke of Baseton, "Duke of Baseton?" The fat man's face was surprised, and Siron was also confused, "Let him come over!" The fat man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, there is no need to attack the city for the time being, once the army is launched, no one dares to guarantee what will happen, although the military order is like a mountain, but this guy Salon has been aggrieved for a long time, but I am afraid that his subordinates will also be indulgent,

Under the light of the torches, the old Duke of Baseton staggered, flanked by murderous soldiers, and the torches reflected on the cold weapons and shields made people shudder

The Duke of Baseton was emaciated, wearing a gray robe in the style of Baston, with silver hair and a haggard expression, although he tried hard to make himself look a little more energetic, but two big dark circles under his eyes, drooping eye bags, and a beard that he had forgotten to shave for many days, and his eyes were full of bloodshots.

It seems that he is having a very bad time these days, his ally Brace, who has abandoned his for many years, has been defeated by the Falcon Army again and again, and the principality has almost reached the end of the mountain, as the lord of one party, how can he not be haggard!"What is he doing here? begging for mercy?" Salon said puzzled next to him, the other party's sudden move made him very dissatisfied, if he wants to be a tough guy, he should be the end, seeing that he is about to do it, he suddenly succumbs, it's too boring!

Unlike him, the fat man rode on a war horse, his eyes were focused on the old man who was slowly passing by the army, and rarely showed a little appreciation, the other party dared to come alone when the two armies were fighting, which really made the fat man unexpected, "It seems that the rumors outside are not true, this Duke of Baseton, is a person with a bit of courage!"

"Let's go down and see, if we let him go at this speed, we'll have to wait until dawn!" the fat man said quietly, rode his horse and whipped his whip, and galloped down from the rear of the military formation, the sound of war horses' hooves roared, and a hundred black-armored guards followed the cavalry, and Salon wanted to complain a few words, so he hurriedly followed,

The old man heard the sound of horses' hooves coming quickly, stopped, and looked at the front with deep eyes, and the soldiers in front of him parted from his sides, and a young man in armor like a demon god rode in the crowd.

The war horse stopped in front of him

"Your Excellency is the Falcon Majesty!" the old man asked in a calm voice

"I'm the Vicchia Falcon!" the fat man replied coldly on his horse, unable to hear anything emotional

"I'm Ulibik, Duke of Baseton!" the old man saluted with good manners, trying his best to hide his haggard and depressedness, and cheered up, staring at the fat man with gloomy eyes. Word by word, he said, "I'm here for you to duel! Use the way of honor to end this meaningless war between the two sides!"

"Duel!"

All the Falcon Army generals were stunned, and then let out a burst of laughter, this old man must be crazy, Falcon Majesty is a super fierce general who swept Ikadiva, the name of the god of war, enough to make all the generals lose their souls, the other party challenges Falcon Majesty with a dying person, there is nothing funnier than this, only one person did not laugh, that is the fat man, his eyes flashed a trace of solemnity, and his face was stern and snorted, "Do you think it's funny?" The stern voice rang out, and there was silence all around, and the wind could be heard blowing across the plain, "Why? Why did you come to die?" The fat man looked straight at the calm old Duke Ulibic in front of him, and said, "If you promise to send hostages, and agree to the previous conditions, I can save Baston!"

"What His Majesty wants is not Patton, but a battlefield called Patton! Rather than looking at becoming the center of the war, it is better to give this land to His Majesty, at least it can protect the people of Bathon......!"