"Preparation, preparation... Didn't you assure me that these cultists are just a piece of cake? So, how long do you need to prepare and how long do you have to wait before you can start siege?" Siegel Bray
Hawke spoke angrily, even though he deliberately suppressed the sound, he was still infinitely close to roaring.
He stared at the knight in front of him impatiently, with his head slightly lowered, and slapped the marching table in front of him: "As long as the giant is dispatched, the city wall will be smashed in just a few seconds, right? What else do we need to wait for?
?Hmm? What else do you have to wait for?"
There were three hourglasses, a total of three hourglasses. He came to this battlefield early, waiting to see the moment when the damn city was destroyed!
But what is the result?
Enduring the storm of the air, the dizzying sunshine, the sun was hot, and the wind seemed to be mixed with the body odors of inferior people, as well as other strange stenches, and those disgusting shouts...
...Even after all, he had to hide in the tent - not because he could not bear the sunshine and dust, but the damn spire still stood proudly in his sight, as if he was looking down at him, so that he could even hear the height in a daze
Tari, that bastard sneered contemptuously!
"Lord, although that is indeed a method, I still hope to try it in the traditional way."
Mo Tu said in a deep voice: "Our opponent is not ordinary city guards. I don't know how many mages they will have to participate in the battle, but they must not be taken lightly. Although the giant is a powerful army, it is not invincible. If it is magic,
The division will definitely have corresponding means to deal with it. It is extremely dangerous to rely on one type of troops to fight alone. I have to try to attack at least once or twice to consume the magician's possible spells."
"Well, but what's the use of spending time here? To make siege equipment? You know we don't need those things," the explanation is indeed pertinent, so even the young nobles in a irritable mood can only compromise.
"The so-called trump card is always revealed at the end. If you can solve the problem with ordinary means, why do you have to waste your power?" The old knight explained, his eyes staying on the mage beside the nobles: "Although Master Berteye, although Master Berteye
The power of the enemy should have been enough to restrain the opponent, but the soldiers under the lord have not experienced the tempering of the battlefield. Soldiers who have not experienced the battle formation are not considered elite, and even you have never commanded a real person
Fighting, but it's a good opportunity to hone them. Don't you think so?"
I have to say that this answer can still satisfy the young nobles.
He really needs a unit, even if he cannot compare with the elites of his father's family. But it is also a symbol of strength, which will make him more competitive. As for how many soldiers will be lost in it? He doesn't care, as long as it is,
This time he succeeded, and he reported the loss to his father and could definitely get corresponding compensation. As for those peasants? As long as you search for those things in the territory, there will always be them.
"Okay, Motu. Come out with your abilities. I believe you can bring me a brilliant victory."
Silence, breathing a long breath, he squeezed a dry smile on his face - everything here still needs to rely on the subordinates in front of him. Since he does not have that ability, he will show his magnanimity.
The lord's mind is obviously extremely necessary.
"I must do my best to serve." Mo Tu straightened his body, knocked his heels, and then turned around and walked out of the tent.
When he walked out of the tent, the old knight's brows were already twisted into a lump.
His eyes swept over the busy soldiers and then fell to the blue city walls around the corner.
The so-called opportunity to train the army is actually just an excuse... The real situation is that this war is much more difficult than he imagined.
The size of that city wall alone is enough to disrupt all previous ideas - the wall with battlements about twenty feet, and the magic protection that has been spread over the city...
A trivial town? Motu almost wants to hang his lord up now and give him a few whips to let him remember the nonsense. What kind of lesson should he learn.
This is not something that a small town can have. In fact, even some third-rate cities in the Duke's lord may not be compared with it. The scale of the surrounding area is not something that the troops at hand can even besieged.
The raid plan at the beginning was extremely sloppy, so after observation, Motu had to give up his previous plan and wait for the arrival of the spear brigade to launch a full-scale battle.
But in this way, in order to catch the other party off guard, I could only waste it in vain.
There are also those figures behind the mercedes.
Those who should be professional mercenaries, silently exposed an eye from behind the squadron, carefully observing the movements under the city wall, but without making a sound. Such qualities are not even common among mercenaries, guarding the city.
One side has a natural advantage, so if the other side has three or five hundred such mercenaries, then this battle will probably be in a fierce battle-
And what about my own side?
"Hurry up and work, you idiots!"
Several knights supervising the battle shouted, and among their shouts, hundreds of snatchers wearing gray cloth armor were busy stacking the wood cut nearby. And at the other end of their sight, the new team was still there
It is more appropriate to drive from the road in pieces - or to be driven over.
Spearmen never liked war.
Of course, they are not just soldiers holding guns, but gunmen are just another name for peasant soldiers.
This name originated from the distance to the imperial expedition. Emperor Isgandal's military camp used to refer to the young boy who had just stepped into the military camp as "gun", so the new recruits were called "gun soldiers".
This tradition became a common term after the empire unified half of the continent - although most of the time, veterans prefer to call them meat shields or arrow testers.
Most of these teams armed with simple wooden spears and cloth clothes and leather armor were recruited farmers, and some young mercenaries with insufficient combat power. They generally received only the most basic military training and almost the most
Bad equipment. Under Viscount Siegel, who has never liked to use money for his subordinates, these peasant soldiers are even more pitiful.
Most weapons are rough spears, with a pointed tip barely wrapped in iron sheets, and the armor is filled with wool and wooden boards as buffers. Then sew with thick threads, so
The armor made has been passed down for more than a thousand years. And warriors are wearing this equipment everywhere on the entire continent, regardless of southeast, west and north. But those sophisticated mercenaries often choose them on a layer of chain mail or
Under the scale armor, as an additional layer of protection, it did not place hope to block the enemy's weapons on it. After all, it was just to block the wave arrow. It did not require any special weapons to break armor, long swords
Or the spear can easily break this layer of protection.
As for that shield, it was just a lid of a barrel with two cloth and hand-held...
Fortunately, the trees in this area are lush and materials for making siege equipment are not scarce - the knight comforted himself in his heart.
The opponent's defense is actually not unbreakable. As long as there is a large trencher, it can collapse the wall! Unfortunately, that thing requires at least dozens of craftsmen to work together, and it will not be able to be produced in the short term... But Mo Tu is fighting
I have made complete preparations before, as long as the wood is suitable, it is still no problem to make several small trenchers with the help of some components.
The premise is that if the opponent really only relies on the city wall to prepare for a defensive battle...
But that's actually unlikely. They not only have a high-level mage, but also other spellcasters... at least there should be a priest, if they are really what sect they are, as Siegel said.
I can’t figure out why they have to give up their strengths and make the best of their weaknesses.
Contacting the disappearance of the mercenaries who had previously hired mercenaries, Mo Tuxin's bad feelings became deeper and deeper. If possible, he would never touch such places that do not know the details.
But now, it's a difficult situation.
Time gradually passed in such silence. The clumsy peasant soldiers finally began to line up - surrounded by more than a dozen long ladders they tied out, as well as several catapults...
This rate is enough to make the real knights feel idle.
But no matter what, under the supervision of the regular soldiers, these people finally completed all the elements needed for an attack. So when the sun quietly walked through the sky, the soldiers began their first attempt.
Amid the low horn sound, several war priests who served Viscount Siegel began to sing the war songs. The gloss of the magic technique spread on the heads of hundreds of peasants in turn, encouraging their little courage, and
Behind them, the simply polished stone was thrown out in the creaking wooden rocker arms, landed on the city wall, and took away a watchtower!
The heavy and dull sound of the ground sounded the opening bell for this war
However, this scenery is not happy, because the city wall just trembled for a moment, and even some surface damage has never occurred!
But Mo Tu waved his arm.
Charge! With the command of the coach, in the scolding of the team behind the scenes, and in the glory of the expulsion of fear by the magical arts, these young or middle-aged people showed different degrees of fear and nervousness.
The mixed expression was breathing disordered, but was pushed forward by the person behind him... and subconsciously moved forward. The first charge began.
Buzz!
One after another came from the city wall, and finally formed a short sound. On the clear summer sky, a thin shadow appeared, which stayed at the limit of the sky for a while, and then turned into a scene of falling with the pull of gravity.
The raindrops eventually turned into disgusting muffled and screams.
When the arrow rain fell, Mo Tu's brow finally let go a little.
There are more than one hundred archers, up to one hundred and twenty - this old knight who has experienced the battle formation doesn't even have to observe, and he can tell the number of enemies by just the sound. This number is still normal in the expectation.
It seems that the number of the most important enemies is still under your control.
One thousand feet, eight hundred feet... The charger gradually approached the city wall. Although his friends kept falling down around him, the blessing of the magic tricks made their blood surging, their minds heated up, and they completely forgot the fear of death!
Five hundred feet, four hundred feet... I'm getting closer, and the gravel on the blue wall has become clear, and the spearmen began to shout randomly. Victory seems to be right in front of me, just rushing forward dozens more
Steps. More than ten steps...
Motu narrowed his eyes and held his breath.
He knew that the enemy would have an attack...at least once! He hoped that it would be a magical attack, even the earth-shaking. Even the magic that destroyed ten or one-third of these soldiers was not enough.
It's amazing. I just feel that the mage has already prepared several of his apprentices, and in the battle of magic, it has always been the one who deals with it, and it is easier to gain the upper hand.
However, things went against my wishes.
A long and muffled sound came out in the messy roar!
It's a crossbow!
Mo Tu felt his heart tremble suddenly!
A black half-arc shadow flashed in his eyes, and then, the snatch team following the ladder in a mess, shaking suddenly! Dozens of figures fell down like this!
How come this bastard has such a large number of crossbows! And it’s not that kind of soft private product! They are all good bows that can at least be used as suppressing weapons!
Mo Tu's brows were once again twisted deeply, and he cursed in his heart with gritted teeth.
Then, he discovered that the enemy in front of him had obviously overturned his repeated changes of consciousness!
The arrow rain is mixed with stars and can't tell the light of fire, but after a few breaths, the fire will explode with a dull roar. The range of fireball explosion is very large, within a few dozen feet.
The thin armor of the spearmen was unable to protect anything at all. They flew up, fell, rolled down, and even blocked the way for their companions behind them! The charge, which was originally slightly neat, immediately became a sensational one.
The depressed wolf rushed!
...
The gates of Sigma City are always so messy.
Today, the bright sunshine seems to shine particularly. The city of Sigma under the sun is particularly noisy.
In terms of scale, Sigma is actually not as good as a city. In fact, if this small town with a population of less than 20,000 is demolished, it will be barely the size of a town. His owner, Xi
Lord Viscount Ger has never been a kind or shrewd lord... or on the contrary, this young lord is a typical nobleman. If anything can be obtained by exploiting the people, then he will never be able to do so.
Action hesitantly.
Or, compared to the chaos that broke out from time to time when this young nobleman was guarding the city, today should be considered a peaceful and peaceful day.
After adding a kick to the butt of a few poor farmers and urging them to walk faster, Jung narrowed his eyes and nodded comfortably.
Although the city wall was somewhat empty after the lord took most of the soldiers away, no one felt uneasy about it... The surrounding area here is under the jurisdiction of the Blake family, and it has not been around for decades.
Some bandits have had troubles? Even if there are only more than a hundred city guards left in Craven City, it is enough to maintain the functions of inspection, public security and taxation.
Oh, no, if you want to call him Sigma City, if you call him an old name and then hear him by the Lord, you will probably have to be hit by a few military sticks.
The captain of the second team of the city guards muttered in a low voice and rubbed his nose.
But immediately, a sound of footsteps made him raise his sight...and then he took a breath of air conditioning.
Some guys covered with robes were already standing in front of him at some point. The black, blue or dark red robes emitted a soft luster in the sun, and the light flashed into thin piping, delicate and beautiful
It is like a costume that only those legendary people in the heavenly world have.
"Are you the highest rank in this city?"
The captain of the guard opened his mouth, but just before he asked a question, a voice came from the black burqa among the group.
A very young voice, but it seems to have a strange rhythm, a strange buzzing sound, but when it comes into my ears, it makes people involuntarily want to listen and follow... "Yes, adults
.” The captain of the guard shook his head and replied.
"Can you order everyone in the city?"
"Yes, all the remaining soldiers in the city today are under my jurisdiction." This sound is really nice. Even when it is in the order, it makes people want to listen more... Therefore, Jung responded involuntarily.
.
"Good, order all those who obey your jurisdiction to inform me of all the civilians in the city and to line up the square."
"Yes, sir." So the captain of the guard nodded attentively, then turned around and scolded several subordinates: "You, go and call all the brothers here for me! Hurry up! Let them take it
Everyone in the city called me to the Central Plaza!"
"But captain, they..." a soldier who was inexplicably whispered, but then he was hit by his captain's scabbard: "Are you bastard itchy? Go and find someone for me!"
After a while, the whole city became boiling, driving the civilians from house to house. The guards spent a full hourglass to drive everyone to the square in the middle of the city... If it weren't for the Viscount's army on weekdays
With a cruel name, this task is actually a bit difficult to achieve.
The crowd stood in the square anxiously, crowded and noisy, and then, surprisedly, that the person standing on the platform ahead was not the one who was familiar with whom the order was given - their lord;
A mysterious figure who knows his identity is shrouded in a black robe.
"Everyone, listen to me." The leading man in black robe shouted, and the sound of blessing the illusion technique came into the ears of every civilian, making them widen their eyes in disbelief, quiet down, and listen
His next heart-wrenching words
: "Now, I want to burn this city, so, please be blessed!" To be continued...
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