Lord of Glory

After a whole night of turbulence, it was not until the early hours of the next day, when the sky was just covered with a layer of fish belly white, that the clone barely reached the Green Fortress. Even though he had seen the majesty of this fortress in his memory, when Paladin stood in front of this behemoth in person, he was still briefly shocked. The tall city wall blocks the entire field of vision.

Fragile weeds and flowers grew out of the tiny cracks caused by the sword marks that could be seen everywhere on the city wall. It proves how long this old guy has not fulfilled his duties. The clone opened his mouth slightly and raised his head, but he could only see ant-like guards on the top of the city wall patrolling back and forth. The clone stepped back. Hope to see the whole picture. But I was shocked to see that the tall city wall was just the outermost wall!

Riding up a hill, Paladin looked around. Within the walls were endless buildings and towers standing between the buildings. The clone Paladin knew that the fortress had several floors. But he had only seen such a terrifying fortress in legendary mythology books! I saw these residential areas in the outermost layer, so vast that they spanned at least a half-circle of five or six miles! But at the end of these houses, there is another city wall!

This wall is not much worse than the outermost wall. The clone even saw the densely packed catapults placed on the city wall! There are no longer private houses inside, but stone buildings and small interlaced corridor walls. Form a large transportation network. Inside, there is another wall. Three floors, four floors, five floors, six floors!

Until the very center of the fortress is a huge fortress towering into the clouds! Numerous towers and catapults decorate the fortress' powerful force! In addition, the fortress itself is built on a huge hillside. So the layers of city walls are coiled on the hillside like giant snakes. Taking on the shape of a top. This allows the numerous trebuchets and archers on the six-story city wall and the central fortress to attack the invading enemies with maximum efficiency!

After swallowing deeply, Paladin did not enter the fortress. Because no matter how big the fortress is, it can't fill up the soldiers brought by the many lords summoned by the Grand Duke! On the plain outside the fortress, endless tents surrounded the fortress. The numerous flags indicate the different nobles and lords they belong to. According to the memory, the clone set up the white horse and walked into the tent camp, looking for the camp of the lord to whom it was loyal, Baron Hank.

Baron Hank, although he is only a baron, is a hereditary noble. A person recognized and accepted by the great nobles as one of their own. The marshal of this battle was the Marquis de Camon, who had experienced battles on the battlefield. The Marquis of Camon, whose younger sister is the wife of an archduke, found it easy to get such a position as a marshal. According to the order of the Marquis of Carmont, Baron Hank temporarily served as general, and together with Count White Orchid and many barons, positioned the left army. Set up camp on the left side of the fortress. When the clone passed through countless tents and came to the flag with the white orchid symbol, it was considered that it had arrived at the legion to which it belonged.

The clone Paladin took a deep breath. Get off the horse. The heavily armored sergeants coming and going around immediately subconsciously moved out of the way. Although they are both soldiers, their status as knights is obviously not equal to theirs. The clone frowned slightly and fanned the strong stench around him. The clone that absorbed Alfred's memory looked at the surrounding soldiers in confusion.

There was a harsh and irritating noise before my eyes. He took off his heavy armor, hung it on a bamboo pole, and lay there snoring, the spear sergeant. An archer sitting in front of the black stone, taking the arrow next to him and polishing it little by little. A middle-aged man with a big beard, wiping his ax with water. A man wearing leather armor was laughing and chatting with another female warrior who was also wearing leather armor. The hammer was still on the ground casually, and the spears and shields were leaning side by side on the city wall. The clone watched all this, his frown deepening.

Because he had never seen these soldiers a few days ago. Moreover, these people's armors are not uniform, and their weapons are all kinds of strange. There are even people carrying daggers! Oh my god. Forgive these idiots who have never been on the battlefield. A dagger placed on a messy battlefield has no real meaning other than making people slash one more time.

The clone pulled the horse and walked to the big tent with the white orchid flag. The two soldiers guarding the door holding spears, wearing helmets and chain mail immediately came forward, respectfully took the reins from the horses' mouths and said, "Noble knight, who are you?" "I am Hank. Alfred, Flamel, the knight under the Baron. Is the Baron inside?" "He is, he is studying the sand table." The clone nodded with a very proud look, opened the curtain and walked in.

"Lord Baron." Walking into the tent, there was a long sword, a shield and a complete set of armor hanging next to him. The faintly visible scars fully demonstrate that these are by no means for decoration. A man in plain clothes, with his back to the clone, was holding the sand table with both hands. Hearing the clone's words, he turned around. Revealing that serious face that was slightly melancholy but decorated with sword wounds. The clone noticed that his hair was red like hers.

"Oh, Alfred. Come here, come here." This middle-aged man, who looked majestic yet melancholy, called his clone to come over and sit down. "Lord Baron, what are you doing?" The clone saw clearly that there were tears on the corners of Baron Hank's eyes. Apparently he had cried bitterly not long ago. Baron Hank was slightly startled. Then he smiled and waved his hand and said: "It's nothing, it's just something unhappy happened suddenly. Alfred, why are you dressed like this?"

The baron smiled through his tears and brushed off the matter. Seeing that the clone was wearing a robe and no armor at the moment, he couldn't help but ask. "I went to see my brother. I later found out through my attendant that today the Grand Duke wanted to count the number of people and set out to attack Ai Xinzhe again. That's why I hurried back." "No need." Baron Hank suddenly sat on the chair, He picked up a cup of cream tea and took a sip, and sighed: "The latest news. Ai Xinzhe made a marriage alliance with the neighboring Kingdom of Malta. He received 10,000 reinforcements from Malta. Plus he only has 20,000 people left. It's enough. Thirty thousand troops are gradually advancing."

"Thirty thousand!?" The clone was horrified! Thirty thousand is too huge. Although the Principality of Kasmi and the Kingdom of Aixinzhe are at war all year round. But at most, the combined strength of both sides was only ten thousand. This huge army of thirty thousand. It can be seen that Ai Xinzhe has plans to devour the Kasmi Principality this time. The current army of the Principality of Kasmi is only more than 10,000 people. Facing an enemy force three times larger than our own, the winning rate is too slim. "Lord Baron, this news must have been strictly sealed by the Grand Duke. You told me so..." "Don't worry, if you don't tell me now, you will tell me soon."

Baron Hank waved his hand indifferently. But the melancholy on his face dissipated, and he said with an expectant tone: "We are not going out today, and we will wait for nobles like Earl Torch to lead troops to defend. It only takes two months to resist the enemy's army. It only takes two months to survive until winter comes. , the season of heavy snowfall, hum!" Baron Hank's face showed excitement, looking at the shocked clone, he lowered his voice and said: "At that time, reinforcements from our sovereign country, the Great Empire of England, will arrive. Because Emperor Caesar III of the Empire is also very dissatisfied with Aixinzhe's rebellion. However, their front line is too long, their food cannot keep up, and under the influence of snowy weather, their Aixinzhe Kingdom will definitely lose!"