Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 109: City Breaking
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Miller feels what happened these days like a dream. First, he was struggling with his livelihood and joined the militia. Later, when he was transporting supplies to the city, he was inexplicably pulled to guard the city gate.
The sharpest weapon I've ever used is the Miller of Scissors. Now he is a member of the city defender carrying a spear and a sword on his waist.
Wearing Charlo's standard armor, Miller stroking the sword on his waist with one hand, walking at the west end of Otis City, cursing and urging the militiamen who were transporting supplies.
That’s right, Miller’s soaring. A few days ago, he didn’t know who owned the dead man’s armor, but in Charlo, the soldier with the armor was at least the first level of the captain. There were dead men on the city’s head every moment. Who remembers before? Is there such a person as Miller.
The squadron leader of the three arrow stacks on the north side of the West City Gate encouraged him by patting Miller's shoulder just now. The area guarded by Miller and the other Charlois soldiers resisted fiercely in the last Faustin attack. The Faustin soldiers under the city were not even close to the wall and were repelled.
Finally, when the squadron leader came to inspect, he found that Miller in armor turned out to be the highest-ranking person in this place.
"Have a good job! I'll give you a vacation tonight!" Miller's immediate boss said appreciatively,
"Yes!" Miller said firmly, pretending to be dedicated to the country. This made his squadron leader more happy. After a burst of hearty laughter, the squadron leader went to other places to inspect.
Walking to the corner, the squadron suppressed the smile on his face, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Why don't I remember that I have this number under my hand? Is it a newcomer?" The squadron captain shook his head. In the past few days, there were too many people who added to their squadron, that is, there are several squad leaders. He can't remember everyone's name, let alone face. Can only be judged by armor and military uniform.
Miller finally let out his body after the squadron leader who watched them left.
What kind of squad leader is he? Miller, who is completely pig-nosed with green onions, can’t even do standard slashing and piercing. These days of fighting is to hide under the arrow, or hold He stabbed the spear arbitrarily under the city wall, not knowing whether he stabbed any hapless Faustin soldier.
This is Miller's own opinion, other soldiers are different. Dare to face the Faustin soldiers who are standing on the head of the city and lying on the ladder. Miller is famous among the Charlo soldiers. Most of the soldiers in this area were like Miller, who were forced to defend the city, and many were not as bold as Miller.
As for hiding in the arrow stack. . . The skin that Miller wears is at least the squad leader level. Normally, shouldn't the squad leader direct the battle in the arrow pile?
This is the view of many soldiers. This strange view has made Miller among these soldiers a big name these days? At least Miller doesn't have to worry now, others will pierce him.
For nearly a week of continuous fighting and a pure royal accent, no soldier would doubt the authenticity of Miller’s position.
Blowing the whistle, Miller walked towards the inside of the city wall with a sawdust in his mouth. In the evening, it's time for dinner.
The meal this week is the most luxurious food Miller has ever eaten in his life. There are enough wheat cake tubes, and his team leader also has a bowl of fragrant broth.
Miller returned home two days ago, and his wife was surprised by his changes. This greatly satisfied Miller's vanity.
Watching his two children devour the food they brought home, Miller couldn't help but feel full of emotion. Just a week ago, the three of them still needed relief food to survive.
"Ford, wrap me two pieces of meat!" Miller called to a cook who was distributing food to the soldiers.
"Yeah!" Ford replied.
As the team leader, Miller has a bowl of broth for every meal, but he doesn't want it. Instead, he asked the logisticians to replace him with meat. His two children were born when they grew up. The little guy hadn't eaten meat a few times when he grew up. As a father, Miller needed to do something for the two children.
Ford wrapped the two pieces of meat that were not the size of the palm of his hand, and gave them to Miller together with two granola.
Miller collected the meat, grabbed the wheat cake in one hand, and went up to the city again.
The holiday that the squadron captain gave him was the evening. Although it is close to the evening, he still needs to stick to his post.
Prone to the lookout in the arrow, Miller stared at the movement of Faustans in the distance while dealing with the food in his hands. Two granola are just right for his not strong physique.
Miller, who became the squad captain inexplicably, didn’t do nothing all day. Miller, who has been a tavern mate in Otis City for more than 20 years, has a pair of good eyesight. He can quickly spot the offensive movement of Faustin soldiers in the distance.
This ability allows him to avoid wave after wave of threats in these days of battle.
"Boss! What's the matter?" a tall man with a round face asked Miller.
This guy is a soldier under Miller, and also a recruit who has been dragged to the head of the city in the past two days. He speaks a very serious northern dialect, and sometimes others can't understand what this big guy says every day.
Only in a crowded tavern, Miller, who has been around for so many years, can roughly hear what the big man says. This is why this big man has the best relationship with Miller these days.
"Nothing! Aoun." Miller murmured back. This big man named Aoun didn't know if the altitude was too high and his ears were leeward, and he always needed someone else's loud voice to hear .
The rest of the soldiers didn't like to deal with this big man, except for his inferior height, it was just too hard to talk to him. You talk to him for a long time. Not only did he not hear anything clearly, but you still don't know what he was talking about. The end result is that you will feel like a fool.
"Oh!" Ornn touched his head, walked over, and sat down on the haystack beside Miller.
Miller took a bite of the granola, watching the big man sitting there with his head down and saying nothing, and curiously asked: "Did you have dinner?"
Aoun opened his mouth and didn't answer Miller's question. He lowered his head and clenched the hay on the haystack.
Miller understood at a glance, and didn't say much, took out another piece of wheat cake in his arms and put it in his hand again, got up and walked out. Not long after, Miller walked into the arrow stack with another piece of wheat cake.
"Eat! Why don't you eat?" Miller watched Aoun holding the piece of wheat cake he gave him, and did not say anything for a long time.
Aoun showed a grateful expression, and then he gorged himself to eat. Aoun, who is not too low, eats such a piece of wheat cake, it takes only two or three bites.
Looking at Aoun starting to eat, Miller walked over and sat down again leaning on the arrow, biting the piece of wheat cake he hadn’t finished, and said, “You guy, Bai Chang is so tall. , With your physique, can you be bullied by others?"
Aoun didn't answer, wondering if he didn't hear Miller's words.
Miller didn't say much about seeing this guy's starving ghost reborn. Aoun is also considered a wonderful work under his hand, obviously strong and tall, but his personality is a soft persimmon, anyone can beat him by three points. The food that belonged to him was probably deducted again.
Miller, who has been a buddy in the tavern for so many years, hasn't seen anyone before, this is the strange thing Aoun, he has met for the first time. Because of this, Miller took care of this silly fellow.
After eating the oatmeal in his hand, Miller collected the other oatmeal and the two pieces of meat. This is for his wife and children to eat tonight.
Grabbing the spear next to the arrow pile, Miller yawned, leaning against the lookout, and dozed off. From the middle of last night until now, he didn't close a glance, and his body was already at its limit.
I don't know how long he lay down, Miller was awakened by a shaking. With his sleepy eyes, Miller saw Aoun's anxious face and the movement of looking out hastily.
"What's the matter?" Don't disturb Miller who is sleeping. He is in a bad mood. He feels that he just squinted for a while before he woke up.
Following the direction of Aoun’s view, Miller looked out through the observation tower. Outside the city, which was already almost dark, countless red torches lit up. Like stars, like meteorites, and more like countless souls and ghosts. At this moment, Miller's stunned mind instantly became sober.
"Quick! Get up!" Miller dragged Ornn's tall body anxiously, rushing out of the arrow stack.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Without Miller's reminder, the scouts on other arrow towers also found countless Faustan soldiers approaching outside the city.
Tugging Ornn to the guard area of his team, Miller still mumbled in disbelief, "No, why are there so many people."
Two thousand yards away from the head of Otis, Prince Kensell and the Marquis of Mammon were sitting in front of a curtain of flames at the Faustin headquarters, carefully staring at Mubri.
It can be seen that the flame curtain is the actual situation of the east gate of Odith city, besides Prince Kensell and Marquis of Mammon, there are two others.
One of them held a crystal ball and pointed directly at the flame curtain, which seemed to be a magician supporting the flame curtain. The other person, together with Prince Kensell and the Marquis of Mammon, sat together, watching the battle on the front line together.
"This time, thanks to Uncle West, you came in time." Prince Kensell said to the new middle-aged man.
"Prince, you are serious. This is what the ministers should do." The Marquis of West Asia’s family is a diehard guardian faction. They only obey the orders of King Faustan and his heirs, and compliment Prince Kensell. Not arrogant.
"Tonight, with the three major legions of the Heroic Wind Corps, I don't believe I can't tear the defense of Otis City!" Prince Kensell was in victory.
"Well, since the death of the Marquis of Wood, the soldiers of the Heroic Wind Corps have been in a low state, but they have not yet tasted a defeat. As the so-called mourning soldiers will win, the Heroic Wind Corps is the main force of the siege. The Marquis of Door rarely praised the Heroic Wind Legion.
"This battle must be won!" Prince Kensell slammed his fist on the table.
Tonight, the city of Otis was full of flames, and the shouting of killings did not stop until the next morning.
On January 9, 13674, the Omor calendar, the Kingdom of Faustan, located in the south-central part of the mainland, launched a full-line attack on the city of Otis, the capital of neighboring Charlotte. A total of 140,000 Faustan soldiers broke through the eastern and western gates of the city of Otis overnight. The remaining Charlois guards and members of the noble royal family were wiped out the next day after staying in the city for one night.
This five-year war between the two countries was declared over with the destruction of the Kingdom of Charlo. . . . . .
This event recorded in the chronicles of the Omor Empire is of course unknown at this moment.