Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 106: Stick to the city wall
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Four days, the siege war against the city of Otis, the capital of Charlotte, has lasted four full days.
During this period, Locke and his battalion participated in three siege wars. On average, there was a siege battle every two days, which made the soldiers in Locke's camp quite exhausted.
Actually, it was the Charlo’s defenders who were even more exhausted. The head of Otis, who had never stopped shouting for killing, made the Charles soldiers who were holding on to Otis uncomfortably close their eyes for a minute. .
The ending of the battle was both acceptable and unacceptable for both parties.
On the side of Faustin, the First Corps of the Eagle Legion, the strong attack on the night two days ago, the results were remarkable, the brave soldiers of the First Corps, under the cover of magic, catapults, and giant crossbows. It hit the fortress of Otis City, although it was finally counterattacked by Charlo's defenders and was forced down again. But this gave a great encouragement to the soldiers of the siege regiment.
Just yesterday, when Locke and his battalion just withdrew, Locke listened to other soldiers in the battalion chatting. The Lions Army also attacked the city’s head and even occupied the city gate. Unfortunately, he was helpless. It was broken by Charlo's armored guards. Failed to defend the occupied city gate.
The soldiers who participated in the siege, because they had to avoid attacks from the city gates and climb the ladder, they all went into battle lightly, facing the heavily armed iron-clad guards, the only remaining elite of this Shirero, There is no good way.
Of course, neither Prince Kensell nor the Marquis of Mammon cares whether the offensive these days can capture the city of Otis. The unexpected result can only be used as a pre-dinner dessert to give them some surprises.
Prince Kensell and Marquis Mammon, like two lions staring at their prey, faced the shivering prey, both of them just went up and scratched their paws from time to time, so that the sores of the prey were enlarged and the blood drained. , When the prey is completely weak, rush to enjoy the meal.
No one knows if the prey is still hiding its strength, ready to jump the wall in a hurry.
As a low-level non-commissioned officer, Locke didn't know the decision of the two big men, but after being a soldier for so long, he could still guess something. The decisive battle was already fast.
At that time, it will not be like now, one corps and one corps, but the whole line!
In the distance outside the city of Otis, Faustan soldiers are mobilizing in an orderly manner, and there are countless soldiers nearby to attack the city of Otis. Although with a large number of materials and sufficient manpower to defend the city, the Charlottes defended wave after wave of attacks, but no one dared to take it lightly.
Two days ago, the scene where Faustin soldiers rushed to the head of the city under the carelessness is still vivid.
Not far from the inner side of the city wall, there is a newly built military headquarters.
King Charles is in it at this time, pacing anxiously back and forth. In addition to the king, there are many nobles here.
A messenger rushed into the headquarters at this time.
"How? How is the defense of the city head now?" The king stopped and asked, speaking quite quickly.
"The siege enemy has withdrawn, but the next wave of enemies is already gathering." A soldier reported.
"Hey..." A bunch of nobles around heard sighs one after another.
The king doesn't have too much expression. Standing in this position, he needs to keep calm at all times. Any expression of emotion will affect others.
It can be said that the Charlowes can still persist in defending the city. The main reason that he, the king, is still standing here. He is like a banner. If he does not fall, Charlo will not die.
"Where is the Marquis Philip?" the king asked.
"The Marquis, the Marquis is also directing the battle on the wall." The messenger replied.
Hearing this, most of the surrounding nobles did not express anything, only the king, frowning, and a little worried about Marquis Philip's body.
Don't even look at Marquis Philip looking young, but in fact he is similar in age. King Charles is very worried about Marquis Philip. He fought on the wall for four days in a row, and his body couldn't bear it.
Since that day, the Marquis Philip ordered the guards to take him away, the Marquis Philip has never walked down the walls of Otis. King Charles, until this time, completely trusted the Marquis Philip, really willing to fight for Charles.
"You go and call the Marquis Philip a rest." The king sighed.
The messenger was a little surprised how the king would give such an order, but he also obeyed "Yes!"
"Sanchez! You go to succeed Marquis Philip and defend the city!" The king turned his head and said to a strong man in the nobility.
"Yes!" the big man replied, and then he squeezed the long sword at his waist, and led a group of soldiers to the far wall.
This big man is the commander of the armored guards, the king's absolute henchman, and the only peak-level knight attendant in Otis at present. King Charles sent him up and feels relieved.
The Marquis Philip on the wall, standing there resolutely like a rock, from time to time gave orders to the surrounding soldiers.
"Where are the people from the Fifth Reserve? Go to the West Gate! The next wave of the enemy's attack is coming!"
"The Seventh Squadron! The Seventh Squadron! Gelson, you take your soldiers and the seventh squadron to the South City Gate together, you are needed over there!"
The order of the Marquis of Philip has not been implemented, but the soldiers under him have surrounded them first.
"My lord Marquis, go and rest for a while."
"Yes, my lord."
"My lord, take a break."
The Marquis Philip commanded on the wall for four consecutive days, and the soldiers of Charlo were obvious to all. On the second day, the Marquis ordered half of the soldiers to guard the city, half of the soldiers to rest, and take turns. Ban Shoucheng. The intention of the Faustans was obvious, and Marquis Philip saw it. He could not let the soldiers who defended the city be exhausted by the opponent.
But the soldiers are resting, but Marquis Philip has stayed on the wall.
For four days, the Marquis Philip did not close his eyes and rarely even moved his position.
The circle of soldiers encircling the Marquis in the center can clearly see Marquis Philip's pale face and slightly trembling neck. This marquis has reached the limit and can hold on to the present, except for the marquis's own strength. There is also a firm will.
"My lord, you go to the rest meeting." A sturdy Charro man persuaded that this soldier who had suffered numerous wounds and insisted on fighting, was moved by the persistence of Marquis Philip. Blood and tears.
"No need to say more, go!" Marquis Philip interrupted the persuasion of surrounding soldiers and ordered them to support everywhere.
"Yes!" The soldier wiped the blood from his face, "The Seventh Squadron, follow me!" With a wave of his spear, he went to the South City Gate for support.
When the soldiers left, the Marquis Philip breathed a sigh of relief, his body shook unnaturally, but in the end he did not fall, and the Marquis Philip once again stood firm.
Although he is also a high-ranking knight attendant, it is completely piled up by potions and geniuses. Marquis Philip has a lot of strength, but the truth is that he may not even be able to beat an intermediate attendant.
But as a good businessman, Marquis Philip doesn't need to play in person. The large group of masters he supports is enough to help him settle everything.
But now, it is indeed time for the oil to run out. The high-ranking attendants also need to rest, not to mention the Marquis Philip, who has hardly experienced such hard fighting.
The Marquis of Philip insisted on not letting his eyelids fall, because he was worried that if he closed it, he would never be able to open it again.
For the Kingdom of Charlo, Marquis Philip still has feelings, and he is willing to dedicate himself for his motherland.
"My lord Marquis, you need to rest." An urn sound came from behind the Marquis Philip, shocking him in a cold sweat. He didn't realize when there was someone behind him.
The aura cultivated over the years caused the marquis to turn around and look at it, and a general in blue armor appeared.
The general stood there holding a spear thicker than a normal thigh.
The moment Marquis Philip saw him, he recognized who this man was. An absolute confidant of the king, commander of the Imperial Guard, Sanchez.
Although he was holding a heavy spear and wearing heavy iron armor, Sanchez's movements made no sound. This is a manifestation of complete control of one's own strength. The strength of the commander of the Imperial Guard is unfathomable.
"No need!" Marquis Philip, concisely. Although the strength is different, the guards command a lot, but Marquis Philip does not need to be afraid of him.
"This is an order from His Majesty the King, you need to rest!" Sanchez waved his hand after he said, and two soldiers in iron armor stood behind him, standing up the Marquis of Philip one from the left and the other.
"Take the Marquis down to rest." Sanchez ordered.
The Marquis Philip discovered that there were a lot of armored soldiers with such equipment under the city gate behind him. Sanchez took most of his troops, the Iron Armored Guards, to the East City Gate.
No rebuttal, no words. Marquis Philip followed the two soldiers down the tower, he was indeed exhausted. Now that there is a master Sanchez on the city gate and his iron armor guards, it is no problem to take over him to guard here.
Sanchez and a group of soldiers watched Marquis Philip walk down the city wall. The battles of the past few days have made these low-level soldiers admire them from the bottom of their hearts.
In the early morning of the next day, the refurbished Locke and the others began to sharpen their knives again. As usual, they will participate in the siege again this afternoon.
"Locke, where did you get this armor?" Squadron Monte looked enviously at the bright yellow armor on Locke.
For several days of fighting, the soldiers of Camp Kaidoqi also saw a lot of blood. The siege party under the city, because it will be smashed with a blunt weapon by the enemy defending the city, a solid armor, this time shows its effect.
Locke's armor is no longer a secret. Many people saw it. Locke resisted a rolling stone without much reaction.
Other soldiers might guess that Locke used his fighting spirit to block it, but Monte, who stood not far from Locke, could guarantee that he didn't feel a bit of fighting energy at that time. Locke completely relied on his body and equipment to resist.
Faced with the inquiry of the Monte Squadron, Locke could only play stupid. He didn't want to expose his massive military exploits. Locke still knew that the wealth was not revealed.
Seeing that Locke didn't answer, Monte didn't ask too much. He saw that the long sword on Locke's waist and the armor he was wearing were the same model. Monte's eyes were full of envy.