Two miles south of the Fort Marce, the smoke and fire in a newly captured village had not been extinguished. Obviously, a very intense battle had just ended. In the village, there was no movement of living people except for a dozen fully armed guards and personal soldiers who lined up to patrol or armed posts.

There were busy people coming and going in a wide and tidy mansion in the middle of the village. They were all wearing gray and white burqas, with swords and axes hanging around their waists. In the hall in the middle of the mansion, Yat was holding his chin next to the sand table to carefully study the terrain of Kodor Province and the deployment of enemy troops.

Bishop Tignets and Wells Army advisor Robert hurried into the hall wearing a brown monk's robe, "Sir, the secret message to the flying pigeons of the palace should have been sent to the palace now. Once we have captured the Restoration Army on the northern line of Fort Marsey, we should attack with all our might."

Yat took his thoughts back from the sandbox world, looked up at the newly-dressed bishop, waiting for his next sentence.

"But I heard not long ago that the court had been divided into two factions, and the lords were very loud. If we were determined to conquer the Fort Marci and guard the fortress, and the court and the Restoration Army were delayed from operating on the Northern Line, then thousands of troops from the provinces of Codore and Thorne were pressed over, our situation would be..."

"The Lord and the Sect deserve to die! When will it be time to try to conquer the situation?" Robert slapped heavily on the wooden frame of the sand table.

Yat approached Robert around the edge of the sand table, "Robert, don't worry, the new king will not be influenced by the old powerful ministers in this matter. Now the new king's Restoration Army has been infiltrated and controlled by the former Longxia Legion. As long as the new king does not want to reconcile, the Restoration Army will definitely launch a large-scale attack."

Yat patted Robert on the shoulder to show relief, "It just so happens that our new king is a person who will not sleep with his enemies."

"You ask the clerk to write a secret letter, and once we capture Fort Marsey, we will send it to Longxia immediately, so that the Longxia mountain people will immediately set off the border."

Robert nodded, but there was still a trace of worry in the corner of his eyes.

"Very watchman! Very watchman!" Yat shouted a few words outside the hall.

A guard officer with a sword and armor stepped in from outside the door, "Sir!"

"Send someone to Fort Marsey to see if the army starts attacking? How is the battle? The fast horse returns."

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Fort Marsi, war is flying.

A siege equipment made in a hurry day and night was as weak as a toy made by a child with firewood branches in front of the steep and extremely strong Fort Marci.

The beating stone as big as a human head cannot cross the wall under the shooting of a catapult, and it can only make a shallow scratch when it falls on the stone wall; the bow and crossbow arrows that shoot upwards become particularly soft and weak after flying over the long upward track, and hundreds of arrows may be able to stab a hapless person who is shaking on the wall.

On the contrary, the rain of stone arrows that swooped down from time to time on the walls of Fort Marci always brought down several hard laborers. At this time, these hard-working farmers should have been digging food in their own land, but they did not want to be plundered by a group of sudden troops.

"This battle cannot be fought! There is not even a breakthrough, and even if you use the head to fill it, you don't know how to go there." The little officer hiding behind a simple stone-cattering machine, lifting the shield and blocking the wall arrows, turned his head and spat on the ground. Two laborers had fallen in front of him. The medical soldiers in the back formation were dragging the injured back to the back formation for treatment under the cover of the shield soldiers.

Hans raised his foot and kicked the little officer gently, "Bury! Pay attention to your words, disrupt the morale of the army in front of the formation, how many heads are you waiting to be chopped!"

After that, Hans slowly turned his head and looked at the military sergeant holding a ox horn bow in the back. The kite shield and fork spear on his chest meant that this was a sergeant of the squad leader level. The white helmet and the special arrow pouch at his waist showed his special identity. Each flag team of such military sergeant has, and these sergeants affiliated with the military sergeant team had only one task - killing their own people.

The young French sergeant behind Hans was named Matthew. He was transferred from the guards. He was not very cruel but not very young. He was cruel enough to the enemy and his own people.

He stood in the back of the battlefield, with special arrows in his waist bags. These arrows were replaced by cotton heads dipped in red pigment. Anyone who shrank in the battle and was unfavorable to charge would be shot by these arrows. When the battle ended, those who had red marks on the burqa but had not made any military merits would be difficult. The lightest ones were reduced in title and paid the salary, and the worst ones were beheaded directly.

However, from yesterday afternoon to this evening, the war at Fort Marsey has been on fire for a whole night, but there was no actual attack at all, so the arrow pouch around Matthew's waist is still full.

Of course, Bury, who was strong and strong, would not be afraid of guys who were smaller than him, but he represented the laws and regulations of the entire army, so Bury had to shut up and then look at the arrows shot from time to time on Fort Marsey with a shield.

Suddenly, a long horn sounded.

"Is it going to attack hard? Is this too hasty? It's almost dark now, how long can I fight? Besides, I have to wait for the laborers captured in the back formation to build the siege tower and the city-breaking hammer before attacking hard? I hope we carry the wooden ladder to attack the city~" Bury took a breath, and the chance of ending the battle alive is probably not great.

As soon as the complaint stopped, the company's commanders arrived at the front line, "Everyone of the Third Flag Team obeyed the order! Immediately withdrew the rear formation and gathered to prepare for the attack on the North City.

Hans and Bury were both confused this time. At least the south of Fort Marcey was flat and there was a gentle slope to climb hard. However, in the north of the city, there was simply a steep cliff and a ladder could not be able to lean against the wall.

"What's going on? Gathering troops to attack North City, isn't this going to die? What about Chief Rigg?" Hans couldn't help but plan to turn around and ask the captain Rigg, but disappeared.

"Brother Hans, this is a military order issued by Lord Wei Yan himself. Chief Regg has already arrived at Lord Wei Yan to accept the task."

Although they were full of doubts, everyone did not dare to disobey them at all. Forty or fifty soldiers immediately began to gather in the back formation.

"Bury, give the shield to the Second Team. Your team will be responsible for climbing the city ladders later. The second team will cover you. The city wall on the north is high and steep, but it is not so easy to climb the city ladder. I am not at ease with the others." After the army was expanded, Hans became a squadron leader under the Rig Banner Team, and the butcher Bury also became the main combat squadron leader of Hans' squadron.

"I really don't know whose order it was to attack the North City by climbing the city ladder~" Bury carried the long sword sheath shield on his back, muttering to call the team of soldiers to carry the wooden ladder to retreat backwards.

............

In the city of Marsey Fort, the atmosphere of war has reached its peak.

This is a dangerous place, but there has been no war in the years. Even if it occupies a steep fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, the defenders in the castle are very nervous. In just one day, they have shot countless arrows and rocks at the enemy outside the city...

After the battlements of the castle wall in the west, Stanley, who had just put on a set of tattered cotton armor, led five men who looked like laborers and servants, turned their heads and watched the battle in the south of the city. The fireballs shot by the crude catapult of the Wells Legion outside the city could occasionally cross the towering castle wall and fall to the wooden shed behind the wall and smash a hole, but weapons without strength were really difficult to cause more losses to the defender. On the contrary, the turbulent pots and arrow rain rocks thrown by the defenders in the city could make the siege tremble at the heart of the siege.

"Fortunately, lord planned the attack strategy early. If we really hope to win the strong attack, we don't know how many corpses we have to landfill to open Marsey's door." Oliver raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was not only because of the hot weather.

Stanley looked at another turbulent pot with an arc drawn by a catapult in the city and was thrown to the main battlefield in the south of the city. He couldn't help but squirm the Adam's apple, "I don't know how many warriors and brothers will suffer when thrown into this pot. The Kodors are not doing well in war, but their ability to build cities and forts is really powerful. Such a high-risk castle advantage lies in the guarding of the city."

"Are you guys ready?" Stanley didn't have time to pay attention to the one-sided offensive in the south of the city. He had to focus on the West City side, and whether he could capture Fort Marsey was all here.

"Don't worry, guys have been holding it in for dozens of days, just to make a battle tonight, and there will be no mistakes." Oliver's voice was extremely low.

Stanley glanced at the city guards who were several of his own people next to him, turned his head and said, "I want to deal with the defenders at the city gate, and I will leave the city gate to you. Remember, even if you only fight the last person, you have to open the forts to welcome Lord Ron to attack."

Time went back a few days ago, when the defenders of Fort Marcelona were immediately in panic when they received sudden warnings from the south. They were always on guard against the possibility of raiding Lucesen's army through dangerous mountain roads, but they never thought that the enemy had torn open the cracks in the two border counties in the south and headed straight forth.

Rumors were that the enemy was burning, killing and looting all the way, and the Marsey Fort defenders gathered the leaders of the surrounding villages and manors into the city, while selecting elite weapons and armor from the city to distribute them as peasants to defend the city.

After working hard for more than a month at Fort Marsey, the laborers who sweated for the strong city defense were of course selected. More than a dozen laborers led by Stanley formed a defending army.

However, the defenders of Fort Marsey were obviously also very smart. He also heard about the infamous conspiracy of the Wells Legion. He was worried that the enemy would take advantage of the chaos to sneak into the peasant army, so the young and strong men who were temporarily recruited were disrupted and organized.

Those peasants who were confirmed to be from the surrounding villages and manors were incorporated into the most important South Gate to supplement their defensive forces. Those who were unknown from the source or suspected of enemy soldiers were all placed on relatively minor wall sections or simply did some hard work, and they had no chance to get weapons and armor.

The group of people under Stanley were not suspected. They came here more than a month ago and participated in almost all the efforts to strengthen Fort Marsey. The most important thing is that Stanley himself has become friends with an officer of a defender who has received many compensation from the laborers from Stanley.

The team of more than a dozen peasant soldiers led by Stanley was responsible for assisting the sheriffs of Marsey to guard the West City, which was the result of Stanley's struggle.

The West City is not the main gate of Fort Marsey, or it is not a city gate at all. Although the terrain in front of the South City is so high that it has at least a wide gentle slope, the enemy can push the siege equipment to attack from the gentle slope, but the West Castle Gate is only a single iron gate less than ten feet wide. The road leading to the mountain outside the door is rugged and narrow. The main function of this fort gate is to facilitate the city to send surprise troops out of the city to attack the enemy's flanks.

This is not the focus of enemy attacks, and it is estimated that no army is willing to line up and attack from bottom to top. Since it is not an important defensive location, it is naturally sent to guard it...

Just as Stanley and Oliver whispered, an enemy army of hundreds of people rushed from the main battlefield in the south of the city around the west and headed north.
Chapter completed!