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Marsiburg in the early morning, the first ray of dawn in the east slowly rose from the treetops on the top of the hill. The soft morning light moved slowly from the east wall of Marsi Castle to the west...
After the long night, along the valley commercial road south of Marsi Castle, the wild flowers that had been hit by a night of low temperature slowly unfolded, and the bright red blood on the petals was clearly visible. , swaying under the morning wind...
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"Report..."
At the Codor army camp in the north of Marsiburg, a hurried announcement broke the silence of the camp.
"What's the matter?" Count Codor rubbed his sleepy eyes with his right hand while slowly walking towards the camp door.
"Reporting to your lord, the count," the messenger said, looking at the tired Earl of Codor, "just now, a team suddenly rushed out from the north gate of Marsy Castle. They did not carry any baggage, and there were about a hundred people. They ran as hard as they could toward the mountain trail to the east." The soldier paused and continued. He continued, "The men of the cavalry quickly chased after seeing this, but due to the rugged mountain road, their men could not continue the pursuit on horseback, so they had to dismount and chase those people. The Lord Knight ordered me to come back and report to you immediately."
"What! He ran away." The count was shocked.
"By the way, Lord Earl, those guys were throwing away their helmets and armor while running, as if they were running for their lives." the messenger added.
Count Codor held his chin in thought for a moment...
“No! They are going to run away!” Count Codor said after he came to his senses. "Quickly, call someone to lead one hundred and fifty men to catch up with me. They must not be allowed to escape." The Count waved his hand and said to the messenger. "In addition, immediately assemble the army and set off for Fort Marsy. Send the remaining 200 people of the cavalry to Fort Marsy immediately to block those guys in the city. They must not be allowed to escape again!" Count Codor issued the order in an orderly manner.
"Yes, Your Majesty the Earl." The messenger turned around and replied after receiving the order.
"Wait!" Count Codor said to the messenger who turned around and walked a few steps away. "Have the people who sent the order to the south come back?"
"Back to your lord, not yet." The messenger turned around and said to the count.
"No! Hurry, send someone to contact the southern army immediately, and order them to immediately gather at the south gate of Marsi Fort and encircle Marsi Fort with the northern army." Count Codor said emotionally, with a worried look on his face, his eyebrows knitted together, and his eyes looking towards the southern army station in the mountain valley south of Marsi Fort.
ccogeneous to the soldiers behind him and thrown away all the useless things.� On the mountain trail east of Marsiburg, Antayas said to the soldiers running at the end of the team.
Yesterday, Art called him aside alone and assigned him this task: early tomorrow morning, he would lead a hundred soldiers and run towards the mountain trail in the northeast, pretending to flee along the way, leaving some belongings behind, and pretending to run for his life. When Codor sent troops to pursue them, he led them all the way to the encirclement of Bass and wiped out all the Codor soldiers, thereby reducing the pressure on Fort Marsi. After the battle, he and Bass returned to support Fort Marsi.
A moment ago, as Antayas and others had just left the north city gate, the Kodor soldiers "discovered" them and immediately told the Kodor cavalry cruising around about the situation. The more than 100 people were chased by the cavalry for a certain distance and then fled into the dense forest. Upon seeing this, the Codor cavalry immediately dismounted and pursued, followed the Welsh Legion soldiers all the way, and sent people back to report to the Earl of Codor to send troops for reinforcements.
“Damn, these bastards are chasing so hard, they can’t even breathe.” A Welsh Legionnaire at the end of the team bent down and put his hands on his knees, looking at the Codor cavalry chasing behind him, and said to his companions.
"Yes, these bastards, they were the same ones last time we entered the city, and they are the same this time. If Lord Antayas hadn't ordered not to have close contact with the enemy, I would have really wanted to rush up and hack those bastards to death!" Another Kodor soldier responded.
"Hey, run quickly, or those bastards will catch up again."
In order to atone for his crime, the leading knight this time did not think much after receiving the report from the messenger, and pursued this part of the Welsh Army all the way. He also sent troops back to ask for reinforcements in an attempt to annihilate this small group of troops and regain his lost face.
"Brothers, please hold on and follow the tail of these bastards. Your Majesty the Earl will definitely send troops to come, and then we will kill all these bastards!" the leading knight encouraged.
"Yes!" everyone replied. Although they were running on rugged mountain trails, this group of Kodor soldiers still gritted their teeth and persisted. Not for anything else, just for the sparkling gold coins, the superior title and the large tracts of fertile land...
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"Sir," Ron, who had just jogged down from the city wall, reported to Art, who was standing on the wall and watched more than a hundred reinforcements sent by the northern army of Kodor heading towards the mountain trail to the east, "everything is ready."
Art slowly turned his head.
"Okay!"
"But," Ron hesitated, "Will the Kodor people definitely come to attack the city?"
Art took off his hands from the edge of the city wall and said to Ron, "It will definitely come!"
Ron still didn't quite believe it, staring at Art closely, expecting to get the answer from Art's mouth.
"You don't believe me?" Art asked Ron, who was full of doubts.
"No, no, sir, I just..."
"Well, since you want to know so much, I'll tell you."
Ron's eyes lit up.
"The soldiers sent by the Kodor people to pursue Antayas and others have already headed towards the mountain trail. In addition, the sentry reported that the Kodor people's cavalry has come this way, and the remaining large groups of people have also set off one after another, heading towards Marsiburg."
"Is it true?" Ron looked at Art in surprise.
"This is still false." Art said looking at Ron.
"Send orders to all ministries immediately to prepare for battle!" Art ordered Ron.
“Yes, sir!” After receiving the order, Ron ran towards the bottom of the tower...
At noon, the scorching sun is in the sky. The northern army of Codor came towards Fort Marsi in a mighty manner. The leader was none other than the Count of Codor.
Since receiving the urgent secret message from the northern battlefield, he knew that the previous siege strategy was no longer feasible, and it was imperative to attack Fort Marsi. In the early morning, he received a report that more than a hundred people had escaped from the city of Marsiburg. Count Codor immediately sent people to pursue them. In order to prevent the remaining Welsh Legionnaires in the castle from escaping again, the Earl of Codor decided to attack the city.
The peasants and soldiers following Codor's army transported the prepared siege equipment to both the north and south walls of Marsiburg via horse-drawn carriages. The Kodor army planned to attack the city from both sides.
As an important castle on the Kodor trade route, the Kodor people know everything about the castle they built. Therefore, the trebuchets they prepared were extremely huge, and the ladders used to attack the city were much longer than ordinary ones. Fort Marsi is a fortified city, and the Codorians certainly know how to have the best chance of capturing it.
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Under the walls of Fort Marsi, the northern army of Cordor has already set up its formation. Standing on the city wall, most of the soldiers were well-armed and well-armed, waiting in formation. More than two hundred cavalrymen stood behind the formation, their horses' hooves constantly stirring the soil, always ready to charge into the battle.
In the middle of the array, a heraldic flag of the Count of Codor stood and fluttered, surrounded by flags of other lords of different sizes. These people were all lords and nobles of the Province of Codor, and they were summoned by the Count to attack Fort Marsi.
"People inside, listen," after a while, a Cordor knight leading the army stepped forward to call the Welsh Legion soldiers in the castle, "In front of you is the Earl of Cordor Province, the guardian of Cordor Province, and the military minister of the southwest border of the county, Lord Mormont En Fayek. He orders you to put down your weapons, open the city gate and come out to accept surrender. , swear allegiance to the Palace of Thorne Province. If you don't comply, you will be massacred for treason when the city gate is breached. "Hahaha..."
"Hahaha..." At this time, Angus, Odo and other high-ranking officers who were already standing at the north gate of Marsiburg were laughing.
"You Kodor bastards, listen to me. If you have the ability, attack the city gate and ask us to surrender. It depends on whether you have the ability." Angus laughed and shouted to the leading knight of Kodor. Everyone stopped smiling at this time.
Art, who was standing in the middle, waited for Angus to finish and shouted to the people below: "People below, listen, I am Art Wood Wells, the defender of the town of Tyniec on the southeastern border of the count, Viscount of the count, and the commander of the Wells Legion! Let your people put down their weapons and surrender immediately, and swear allegiance to the new king Flanders. Otherwise, they will all die when the city gate opens!" Art said fiercely.
"You..." The knight of Kodor who shouted from the city was speechless for a moment, and glanced back at the livid Earl of Kodor, Mormont En Fayek.
“Call him back to me!” Mormont ordered angrily to the guards around him.
"Yes, your lord."
"Send the order to prepare to attack the city!" After a moment, Mormont ordered the orderer behind him.
"Prepare to attack the city, prepare to attack the city..." The messengers followed the queue and gave orders to the various siege troops in Kodor to attack the city.
"Get ready to meet the enemy!" Art, standing on the wall of the northern city of Marsiburg, ordered to the officers around him.
"Yes, sir!" Everyone followed the order and left.
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