Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Weilin bowed his head and said yes, then sat quietly on a wicker chair and watched the siege battle.

Two hours later, the golden sound sounded, and the siege troops began to retreat.

Under the city wall, flesh and blood limbs were intertwined with each other, and the brick walls were stained red with blood. There were more than 5,000 corpses, most of them were Geman people, and a few were Ansar people.

After the siege, Verin stood up and said to Earl Bloodyue: "Auntie, I'm going back first."

"Go ahead."

After saluting, Weilin returned to the north city gate with his guards.

In the camp, life priests rushed back and forth to treat injured soldiers.

Under the gentle healing light, most of the Thousand Fort Army soldiers became more devout in their belief in the goddess of life.

After passing through the camp, Weilin came to the central tent.

When the two guards on guard saw the person coming, they raised the curtain and bowed their heads in salute.

In the camp, all the generals stood up and saluted to show their respect.

Weilin came to the main seat and waved for everyone to take their seats.

Kyle stood behind Verin, looking at everyone with an indifferent look in his eyes. Most of his mind was immersed in the construction of combat skills, and he only retained part of his perception of the outside world to receive the integrated meeting information.

"Sir, in today's first battle, the army dispatched more than 80,000 soldiers. 2,327 were killed, 183 were seriously injured, and 4,697 were slightly injured. Most of them have been healed by priests. ”

"In terms of extraordinary materials, it consumes 586 intermediate magic crystals, 133 high-level magic crystals, 7983 enchanted feather arrows, and 36660 armor-breaking feather arrows. Three..."

After Brian finished his report, Verin waved for him to sit down.

Compared with the more than 4,000 people killed on the east wall, the losses in personnel and materials during the siege of the north wall were within acceptable limits.

"According to the plan designated by the Legion Headquarters, the city will be attacked every half month. During these half months, the upper army will be stationed here. After half a month, the lower army will take over from you and carry out the second siege mission."

"Baron Brian." Verin looked at his cousin and said.

Brian sat up straight with a serious face: "Sir, please speak."

"The main purpose of siege is to stabilize the city and prevent the enemy from sneak attacks at night. You can follow your own ideas when it comes to planning the camp, but you must think it through again and again, consult with your subordinates more, and don't be arbitrary."

"Yes, my lord," Brian replied loudly.

Afterwards, Verin ended this simple meeting.

After leaving the military camp, Verin stepped forward to hug Brian and whispered in his ear: "Cousin, this is an opportunity. Take advantage of it. If anything happens, send someone to me."

"I see."

After letting go of Brian, Verin got on his horse and took Kyle and the guards back to Rostock City.

Time passed slowly, and millions of soldiers and civilians in Germanman City spent more than four months in anxiety.

In the palace, the old king was sitting on the throne. He was dozens of years older than four months ago.

In the main hall, compared with the crowds in the past, there are now fewer and fewer generals to fight. Half of them died in the battle to defend the city, and half died in the night attack on the enemy outside the city.

"Harold."

An intermediate knight of the Holy Seal walked out of the queue, leaned down to salute, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, please give me your orders."

The old king opened his cloudy eyes and asked, "How many troops are there in the capital?"

"Your Majesty, there are still 230,000 garrison troops in the royal capital. I have issued the third recruitment order. All men and women over the age of thirteen, except for those who have lost limbs and are about to die, are eligible for recruitment. , it only takes half a month to obtain 400,000 militiamen, and with the magical shield of the royal capital, it can hold off the enemy for at least three months. "

"Okay, you go down."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After Harold retreated, the old king looked at the Foreign Minister again and asked: "Claudia, what's going on with the Duke of Truvia?"

"Your Majesty, according to the report of General Albert who desperately entered the royal capital, the coalition of more than 400,000 Eastern nobles led by the Duke of Truvia was defeated by the Ability God's army in the Musadi region, and was defeated in Manech. The region encountered an ambush in the Missili Plain, and two-thirds of the army was destroyed, with only a hundred thousand troops retreating to the Wolf Region."

"Cough cough cough."

There was a look of defeat in the old king's eyes. A few months ago, he would have cursed loudly, but now he didn't have that temper.

"What news has come back from the southeast?" The old king took a deep breath and asked again.

Claudia looked at the king's face, considered her words, and reported: "Your Majesty, most of the nobles in the southeast have surrendered. The only nobles with chivalry have lost their families under the siege of these shameless people. "Destroy."

"How many places in the southeastern region belong to the kingdom?" The old king's face was surprisingly calm, and his eyes were rippled, making it impossible to see his true inner thoughts.

"Your Majesty, there has been no news from the southeastern territory since half a month ago. It may...may have fallen."

"Does the Angoya Empire have any intention of sending troops?"

Claudia combined the information she knew, sorted out the language, and then reported: "Your Majesty, according to the letter sent back by the fourth prince, the Angoya Empire has accumulated a large number of troops on the western border, but there is no sign of sending troops. , maybe the war in the north is more intense than imagined, and the Angoya Empire cannot afford to fight on two fronts. "

"Hahaha, I didn't expect it. I really didn't expect it. That traitor was right. I really became the king of the Kingdom of Geman."

The old king suddenly laughed out loud, his laughter was filled with endless desolation and bitterness, his face was full of pain and helplessness, and his eyes revealed deep despair.

Everyone in the hall lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the old king's eyes, reducing their sense of existence.

Forty years ago, most of them were witnesses of the rebellion of the eldest prince, and the scene of the eldest prince's death at that time was still vivid in their minds.

"Do whatever you want to do."

After saying that, the old king slowly stood up from the throne, walked down the stairs, and left the hall from the main gate, leaving behind a lonely and desolate back.

After a long time, the ministers and generals in the hall left one after another. Whether they shared weal and woe with the Kingdom of Geman or chose to live in a different tree, only they themselves knew.

In the Church of the God of Beasts in Geman City, the Pope of the God of Beasts in the Kingdom of Geman felt the boundless killing atmosphere, looked at the young faces of the temple knights, nuns and beast masters in the hall, and sighed.

Four months of siege and eight siege battles drained the last of the Beast God Church of the German Kingdom.

"I wonder what the old man Samuel, the Pope of Ansa, felt at that time."

Thinking of his old friend who had returned to the Kingdom of the Beast God, the Pope of the Beast God Church of the German Kingdom felt extremely lonely.