"Marcos, what happened? You were actually defeated? Didn't the army of the Kingdom of Meganis follow you to fight against the Winsters?"

Pintus led the coalition forces outside the city of Tus to besiege the camp. When they learned that Prince Marcos had fled back in embarrassment, King Titos, the commander-in-chief, and the two deputy commanders hurried out to meet Marcos, who was already in a panic. , He was no longer in high spirits before departure, and his helmet was lost somewhere, and the armor on his body was stained with mud and blood.

Listening to King Titos' question, Prince Marcos showed a bitter expression on his face, he waved his hands, and his tone was full of unwillingness: "Our soldiers had already surrounded the Winsters, but their cavalry suddenly came from Appeared from behind, cooperated with the infantry to attack our army, and then, our army began to be defeated."

"How many people are there in the enemy?" Malik, the deputy commander of the Kingdom of Pravia, asked. Although the military commander of the kingdom who once led the army into the Kingdom of Lucino was defeated in the last battle, it was still because of his Military talent was appointed by King Necres II as the second-in-command to represent the kingdom in battle.

"This..." When asked this question, Marcos suddenly hesitated, his eyes rolled around, thinking that if he foolishly told them that the enemy only had more than 2,000 people, wouldn't he be ridiculed by these nobles? It will make yourself lose face—even if you have already lost some face because of the defeat.

Thinking of this, he made up his mind not to tell the truth, so he pretended to be angry and said: "Those damned scouts lied about the military situation, saying that there were only four or five thousand enemies, but in fact there were more than eight thousand people." , we only attacked one of them, and the nearby enemies quickly came to support them, if we hadn’t escaped quickly, I’m afraid all of them would have died on that battlefield!”

"What? There are more than 8,000 enemy troops?" Malik was startled, and he glanced at the other two, seeing a trace of horror in each other's eyes. The siege battle for several days had caused them heavy losses and their morale was weak. , I am afraid that they will not be able to withstand the front and back attacks of the enemy's reinforcements and the defenders in the city.

"What should we do, Your Majesty King Titos." The deputy commander from the Kingdom of Deira, Parhati, asked anxiously. Everyone present knew how many soldiers the coalition forces could fight. After the defeat of Marcos, I am afraid that there are only ten thousand soldiers who can participate in the battle, and what is even more disturbing is that most of them are farmers and soldiers who have just walked out of the farmland not long ago.

"I think it's better to retreat, my Excellencies." Marcos suggested that the fighting power of the Winsters had already left a psychological shadow on him. In the siege battle, it was impossible to see the difference in the quality of the infantry of the two sides, because Winston The special people themselves occupy the convenience of the city wall, and it is expected that they will defeat the siege side in succession. But it was different in field battles. His army was twice as large as the opponent's, but he couldn't attack for a long time. The enemy's knights defeated their own knights and rushed to support.

"I'm afraid that when we retreat, the Winsters in the city of Tus will chase us out,

They bit us and dragged them until their reinforcements arrived and surrounded us. "Malick said that it is not impossible for this situation to happen, and if it does happen, it will be a fatal blow to the coalition forces.

"It's not a big deal." Paerhati waved his hand. He glanced at the direction of the barracks gloomily, and said in a low voice, "As long as a small number of troops are left to continue to surround the city of Tus, let the enemies in the city of Tus If there is no way to go out of the city to pursue them, we can safely retreat to a safe place."

"..."

Listening to Parhati's words, the others fell silent. They were amazed at Parhati's cruelty. Everyone knew that those soldiers who stayed behind to continue the siege would be annihilated by the reinforcements who rushed to cooperate with the defenders in the city, and almost no one survived. possible.

"Uh..." After a long while, it was King Titos who broke the silence. His eyes glanced at Parhati inadvertently, and he said, "Although the proposal of Deputy Commander Parhati is a method, it is really a solution. It's unethical, so let's put it aside and let's think of other ways."

"Yes, yes." The other two quickly echoed, and then Malik suggested: "Let's let Prince Marcos go down and tidy up his appearance first, after all, he can't always maintain this appearance in front of everyone. It will arouse suspicion and anxiety among soldiers."

"Well, His Royal Highness Prince Marcos, you should go change your clothes first, and then tidy up your appearance." King Titos also said, seeing this, Marcos did not refuse, but followed their words to his own tent.

After dozens of minutes, Prince Marcos, who seemed to have been reborn, stood in front of everyone refreshed. However, several commanders didn't bother to look at his appearance. They were watching what happened on the siege battlefield. At this time, cheers suddenly sounded on the city wall, and after a closer look, the soldiers of the coalition army attacked the city wall again.

"Good job! Don't be repelled by the Winsters this time!" Malik shouted, his fists clenched and his face full of excitement, but the battle didn't go his way, and amidst a series of gunshots In the end, all the coalition soldiers who climbed the city wall were shot to death with firearms, and then one after another the corpses fell from the city wall and fell into the crowd below.

In their field of vision, a soldier in chain mail had just climbed the ladder and leaned out from the wall. Before he could jump into the wall, he was pierced by a spear. Immediately, he struggled violently, but it was of no use. The heavily armed sergeant who stabbed out the spear directly threw his body back outside the wall, falling from a height of six or seven meters, even if he did not die, he would be killed .

This kind of situation can be said to be commonplace in days of siege battles. Every day of siege will cause the siege party to die hundreds of people. The city wall turned into a bloody bloody wall, and it was this six- to seven-meter-high marble wall that evolved into a bloody and cruel meat grinder under the defense of the First Legion, and hanged all coalition soldiers who dared to attack the city. .

Woo--

The low sound of the trumpet sounded from the camp of the coalition forces. Hearing this familiar sound of the trumpet, the soldiers in the siege turned around and retreated to the camp as if they were being pardoned, leaving behind a pile of corpses. On the city wall, the soldiers of the First Legion also breathed a sigh of relief. They put down their weapons and watched the enemy recede like a tide. They didn't feel much joy of victory in their hearts, because they were already numb and didn't have too much feeling.

The joy of victory may have been felt after repelling the enemy's siege several times before, but now they have been surrounded for more than half a month, and only the retreat of the enemy can arouse their emotions.

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