The battle, which belonged to the 2nd Corps of the Eagle Legion, began on the second day of the siege.

The Second Corps, with a total of more than 10,000 men, divided into two parts and attacked the west and north gates of the city of Otis. It seems that neither the Marquis of Mammon nor the Prince of Kensel are going to give the Charlottes a chance to breathe.

Locke's battalion was assigned to the team at the West Gate, and the specific task was not to harass and create chaos as much as possible.

Faustin's rulers also knew that the city of Otis, the city garrisoned by the Charlots, had long been built into a fortress-like existence.

All they need to do now is to make a crack in this iron wall.

To put it bluntly, Locke's troops who attacked after the third batch were all feints. Yesterday, the Third Corps had already paid enough, and I believe that those Charlottes who defended the city also knew a little bit and would not dare to go out of the city for a decisive battle.

Well, this means that the initiative is in the hands of Faustin's army. Prince Kensel, who had been leading troops for more than five years, was clearly better at military maneuvers than the Marquis Philip of Charlotte and their king.

Locke, who still had Grace's request in mind, went to the battlefield of the siege of Odis.

"Ogon, Billy!up!up!up!on!!" Locke shouted at a base of the Otis City wall, waving his arms at the base of the wall in Otis City.

Their battalion has been fighting at this corner of the West City Gate for nearly half a day. At least five charges were launched against the Charlottes on the city walls, but they were all blocked, and countless fire oil and sassal wood made the besieging Faustan soldiers miserable.

The cavalry squadron is the trump card of Baron Kaidozi, and Baron Kaidozi will certainly not let the soldiers be lost here in vain. Whether it was the powerful Will knights or the safer offensive positions, the cavalry squadron suffered low losses in successive siege battles.

Locke, who has been promoted to a low-level squire, has not suffered any skin injuries, and the rolling stones and sassalwoods that have fallen down are slow in the eyes of Locke, who is blessed by the fighting spirit, and can be easily dodged. It's just a stray arrow in the sky, and Locke needs to pay attention to it.

Although it couldn't pierce his armor, it was enough for Locke to feel good when it pierced the skin in the cracks in the armor.

There is not the slightest tactic in boring siege warfare, it is tough. Both Faustin and Charlot are trading the lives of their own soldiers for the other party's soldiers.

Because they no longer belong to the same squadron, it is difficult for Locke to take care of Kane and Hans. Hans was fortunate to say that he had just cultivated Dou Qi, and he had already condensed the Dou Qi Seed and had a trace of self-preservation.

Kane can't do it, Kane, who was originally a scout, is extremely disadvantageous to deal with this kind of hard-fought siege warfare. Let's hope the two of them can take care of themselves, Locke sighed.

But there is no need for Locke to worry too much, Hans is also a squadron leader no matter what, and Kane is also a squad leader at present. They all have their own group of brothers, and they are not attacking the most intense places, so the danger is not very high.

The resistance of Otis City did not surprise the higher-ups of Faustin, and if Otis City, as a royal capital, could be captured by them so easily, it would not be called a royal capital.

Prince Kensel is not in a hurry, Marquis of Mammon is not in a hurry, and Faustin is not in a hurry, and in the face of the Charlotte's final battle of trapped beasts, Faustan people have been patient.

According to the grain report of the Kingdom of Faustan last month, the amount of winter wheat that was just planted in the winter was again 20 percent lower than last year due to manpower and other factors. If there is not enough imported food, Faustin will definitely break out in a severe famine at the turn of spring and summer next year. At least a tenth of the population will die of famine.

However, in fact, the Kingdom of Faustan has been using grain for two consecutive years so far, mainly relying on imports from the Southern Likia Alliance.

If one day the Likian Alliance stops importing food to Faustin, the top management of Faustan simply cannot imagine what incalculable consequences will be.

But that's it, for the last city of Otis that the Charlottes held on, after the decision-making of the high-level Faustin, they still used the method of boiling frogs in warm water and slowly grinding them away.

It wasn't until the evening that Locke's Second Legion was transferred back by the Marquis of Mammon, and on the way back, Locke found that the soldiers of the First Legion of the Eagle Legion were ready to go and began to approach the gate of Charlotte.

The first corps is the elite of the entire Eagle Legion, and it is the soul of the Eagle Legion, compared with the other three corps, the difference in combat effectiveness is not half a point, Locke believes that tonight's battle will definitely surprise the Charlottes who defend the city.

After two days and one night of 'small fights', the Marquis of Mammon finally had to use his killer weapon on the second night.

Locke, who had withdrawn to the camp, bit the wheat cake that had just been issued, and ate silently with the soldiers. After a whole day of fighting, they consumed a lot of physical strength, and they also revealed that the hot wheat cake came just right.

The sound of everyone eating was quiet, and the soldiers, who had just experienced a battle, did not have the leisure to joke and laugh. Today's battle was not too fierce for the Kaidozi battalion, and it was not even more thrilling for their cavalry squadron, but everyone was relatively silent.

The cavalry squadron led by Knight Will is not without casualties today, and the cavalry that dismounted from the war horse was still a little less flexible than the professional infantry. Locke and Will Knights had done their best to reduce casualties, but after all, it was a squadron of more than 100 people, and the two knight squires couldn't do everything.

Four soldiers were out of battle after today's day, two were killed on the spot after being struck by a piece of wood that had fallen from the city, and two were wounded by arrows and burns from fire oil and needed to be recuperated in the rear.

To sum up, today's result is still acceptable to Will Knight and Locke, as squadron leaders. Compared to the other four squadrons, their losses were already minimal.

In addition to the low losses of the first and second squadrons led by Squadron Leader Monte and Uncle Joshak, Hans and their squadron, which consisted mostly of recruits, showed their immaturity as recruits in today's first battle.

A full fifth of the soldiers were wounded to varying degrees and needed to be repaired, which was so abrupt in the other squadrons.

The 4th Squadron, which consisted of mercenaries, made a deep impression on the soldiers of the Kaidozi battalion. Because they were the first to rush forward, and yet their losses fell through everyone's eyes.

There were zero casualties, so that the soldiers of the Kaidoqi battalion realized the ability of this mercenary team that had done business in the countries around Faustin.

Not to mention the amazement of the soldiers, Baron Kaidozi, who was watching the battle from the rear, knew this team the most, because from beginning to end, he was paying attention to the movements of the front line.

The money was not spent in vain, this is what Baron Kaidozi thought. In order to hire this mercenary team of nearly 100 people, Baron Kaidozi emptied half of the cart of gold coins he had captured from France.

The result was also gratifying, this mercenary team with good combat effectiveness, Baron Kaidozi was confident that he would earn enough compensation in the subsequent distribution of the spoils.

Locke finished his meal and took the time to take a look at Hans and Kane.

Both of them are fine, it is Hans's younger brother Hank, this babbling boy, who was shot in the right arm by a stray arrow, but fortunately, the wound is not deep, and after bandaging, he can still swing normally.

The baron would not allow such a minor injury to be repaired in the rear, but because it was Hans's younger brother, everyone turned a blind eye and called the doctor to carry him away.

Hank was also clever, knowing when not to do and what not to do, and he didn't be reckless, and followed the wounded soldiers to the rear together.

At night, outside Otis, the shouts of killing are still non-stop. Whether it was the first legion of the Eagle Legion or the newly added legion of the Lion Legion, they all gave a great surprise to the Charlottes who defended the city.

Miller, red-eyed, carried the alletsal under the west gates of Otis City. Since he was forcibly pulled out of his home by the soldiers defending the city last night, he has been doing the work of carrying the materials for the defense of the city.

The huge sasswood that the two of them hugged together had to be dragged to the city wall by Miller alone. I couldn't stop in the middle, and Miller, who had been carrying it for a day and a night, only secretly nibbled a few bites of potatoes brought out of the house.

Fortunately, his wife was smart enough to stuff a potato into his clothes before he was taken away.

Originally, working on the city wall, the Charlotte defenders would give food, but because the attack of the Faustin people did not stop for a moment, the soldiers defending the city have not eaten a bite until now, who will have the leisure to care about them coolies.

Towing another piece of wood to the wall, Miller bent over and carefully descended the steps. The arrows that fell from time to time and the boulders that smashed at him made Miller feel no sense of security on the city walls.

"Poof!" an arrow struck the eye socket of a Charlotte soldier next to Miller, and the arrow entered the soldier's left eye and shot out at the back of the right head, bringing out a piece of brain, white and red.

Some of them were splashed in Miller's face.

Holding back from vomiting his throat, Miller quickened his pace. But God just won't let him get his way. "You, come here, yes, it's you!" a man who appeared to be Sergeant Charlotte pointed to Miller and told him to pass.

Miller, who was just a civilian, ran over with his waist hunched. "Take it!" the non-commissioned officer shoved a spear into Miller's hand, "go hold that stack!"

Miller, who was just an ordinary citizen two days ago, was so frightened by this sudden encounter that his tongue was inflexible. "My lord ... I, I'm just carrying supplies... ”

"Don't talk nonsense! "Go!" the non-commissioned officer interrupted Miller and turned around and ran to another place. The fighting at the head of the city was still fierce, and there were battles everywhere.

Miller, with a spear in his hand, shook his legs and moved in the direction the non-commissioned officer pointed. He did not dare to run away, because there were many corpses of Charlotte soldiers on the surrounding walls, who had not been shot by the Faustins under the city, but because they wanted to be deserters, they were executed by the Lega soldiers.

Miller, who had just taken two steps, suddenly turned around and walked back.

Not far away, an archer in a stack of arrows had already aimed his arrows at Miller, and he had shot many deserters in the past two days.

But the arrow did not go out, because he saw the 'deserter' stop.

Miller turned back to the unfortunate man who had just died, and nimbly ripped off the dead soldier's armor and put it on himself, ignoring the discomfort of the blood. He also took the long sword that the soldier held in his hand and a dozen copper coins hidden in his trouser pocket.

After all this, Miller ran towards the battlement.