Army mobilization

The war was going to start tomorrow. Locke was wiping his longsword in boredom. Although the notice hadn't been given yet, the atmosphere in the camp had obviously changed a lot.

Every veteran could feel the heavy atmosphere before the storm. This was the rhythm of the coming war.

Locke didn't have a good feeling about the new year's party two days ago. He only found out that the nobles who attended were all viscounts and above. Lesser nobles like Baron Cardoj and Wyr were not invited.

Well, Locke only sat in the corner and ate. He didn't know any of the big shots around him and didn't want to provoke any of them.

As for the reason, he didn't know if it was because of his vulgar behavior. Locke's commoner aura was incompatible with the atmosphere of the noble party.

Their division jarl, George, also attended the party. Locke originally wanted to go up and say hello. After all, the division jarl had treated him well. However, George only showed up and said a few words to a few big shots before leaving.

This made Locke, who had just met his only acquaintance, feel embarrassed. According to Locke's guess, a war was about to start. As the division jarl, George had to stay in the Ministry of War at all times to keep an eye on the situation.

The truth was not much different from Locke's guess. Not only George, but dozens of division jarls and deputy division jarls of the Faustian military also didn't attend the party.

As for the other person that Locke knew, Viscount Melson, who gave him a windfall, he didn't meet this big shot with an amazing figure and was easy to recognize.

Apart from Angelina, who came over to stay with him for a while, Locke spent the rest of the time either eating or resting.

Well, there was also a period of time when he was treated like a monkey by the other nobles.

Angelina's arrival attracted the attention of a large number of other nobles. Everyone was very curious about Locke's sudden appearance.

Since that day, everyone in the camp, including the new recruits, knew that Locke was going to make a meteoric rise. Locke actually went to a party that even the barons couldn't attend.

This made Locke a little troubled. The bird that stood out would be shot. Locke, who had always been low-key and steady, didn't want to be the bird that stood out.

Also, ever since he 'ate' Glace, her feelings towards Locke had obviously changed a lot. She was no longer cold and estranged. Yesterday, she even came to take care of Locke's life with Suzanne.

Because the war was about to start, Locke began to restrain himself. He didn't want to be a soft-footed shrimp on the battlefield. That was why he hadn't touched Glace since that day.

Locke always had the urge to profane this woman who exuded an air of nobility.

Of course, he didn't forget what he had promised Glace. She was smart enough not to mention it because she already knew his character. He would do his best once he said he would. She believed that the man she gave herself to wouldn't let her down.

After wiping it, the sword in his hand shone with a bright yellow light. This was proof that it was mixed with bright yellow ore ore.

Locke liked this set of equipment more and more. He tried it yesterday, and the longsword in his hand could easily pierce through two-centimeter-thick iron plates. As for the armour, it didn't deform even after being smashed by a strong man like Hans.

During dinner in the baron's tent, the next morning, he was to the battle, and everyone there, they to. by, they, they, they, the battle. to prepare.

Their battalion's mission was to attack the west gate of Audis with the other three battalions of 2nd Division on the third day.

Perhaps some stupid people would be curious why the Ministry of War would give them such a low-risk mission. The moment the mission was announced, most of the platoon jarls who were eating in the tent turned to look at Locke. This included Cardoj and Wyr.

Sure enough, the baron added, "This seems to be an order personally issued by Princess Angelina to George's corps."

Everyone looked at Locke with either envy or curiosity. Locke had been looked at like this many times in the past two days. He might have felt a little uncomfortable at first, but now, he was used to it. He continued to drink his meat soup calmly, ignoring the gazes of others.

His temperament and calmness gave Cardoj the illusion that Locke was a big shot who had been in a high position for a long time.

One was marked by the company one kept. Since his return, Locke had been in contact with the big shots. Although he sat far away in the corner and watched them chat, he had also learned a lot about the behavior of the nobles. This was probably what Angelina wanted as well.

As a princess, if Locke wanted to marry her in the future, he had to at least have the bearing of a noble and get rid of the commoner's rustic aura.

As for why Angelina could order 2nd Division to do such a thing, the reason she gave was that 2nd Division was to guard the caster troops that were close to them from the beginning.

The caster troops led by Angelina were in the middle of the camp. The mission of Locke's battalion and the other battalions for the first three days was to guard the northwest corner of the caster troops.

Everyone knew that the most tragic part of the war was the first few days. Angelina's order perfectly helped Locke and the others to miss the meat grinder.

Angelina, who was praised as intelligent by her mentor and elders, was very good at doing things that indirectly benefited Locke.

In the early morning of the next day, the entire joint camp began to move like a giant beast crawling on the ground, raising its head and baring its sharp teeth.

Cardoj gathered the troops early and led them to the designated position. The caster troops hadn't arrived yet, so they needed to gain a firm foothold first.

Cashel's troops next to them weren't so lucky. Their task was particularly difficult, and it was said that they would participate in the siege in the afternoon. The siege on the first day was definitely not going to be easy. Just by looking at the defensive equipment set up on the walls, one could tell that Audis, the last stronghold of Shalor, wasn't going to be easy to attack.

If the joint camp was in the shape of a large crescent moon, then under the mobilization of the Faustian army, soldiers kept moving closer to both sides, completely surrounding Audis into an oval.

In the previous siege, there were two corps of cavalry waiting on one side, but this time it was all infantry.

Cavalry wasn't good at sieging cities, so it was obvious that the Faustian army intended to attack directly.

In the morning, Locke only stuffed two pieces of bread in his arms and led the cavalry platoon forward with the camp. He asked Henry to take care of Suzanne, Glace, and the others. Of course, he didn't forget what he had promised Glace. He planned to think of a way to attack the city on the third day.

The place where Glace, Suzanne, and the others were now staying was at the rear of Falcon, not far from the front line. It wouldn't be difficult to pick Glace up.

Groups of soldiers marched neatly to the front line.

Locke had participated in many wars before, but such large-scale sieges were rare. He had only seen it at the beginning of the war in Bideslane.

At that time, Locke was just a servant soldier, and his daily task was to transport supplies and corpses.

The Faustian army still took good care of the recruits who had just joined the army. They wouldn't throw them directly to the front line as cannon fodder.

At this time, he came into contact with war again. From a higher perspective, Locke found that war was actually an art.

The commander of the Faustian army was like an artist, splashing ink on each formation and applying it to every corner of the picture.

In the past, Locke only knew how to listen to orders and fight. Suddenly, he calmed down and looked at the movements of the rest of the troops. He seemed to have learned something.

It only took half a morning for the Faustian army of 100,000 to surround Audis.

In the main tent of Faustian's army, Marmen was discussing the siege with his old partner, De Sandro.

"Which unit do you plan to send first?" asked De Sandro, who was dressed in military uniform.

Marmen still looked like a little old man in military uniform. He looked up at De Sandro and said, "After being tormented by Angelina, I plan to send someone from 3rd Division."

"Oh?" De Sandro was obviously surprised by Marmen's proposal. He raised his left eye and asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid that the nobles will cause trouble?"

Marmen looked indifferent. "So be it. Anyway, the war is over and the cards will be reshuffled."

De Sandro fell silent after hearing this.

The beginning of the siege was undoubtedly the most difficult and had the highest casualties. The two Marquises had previously discussed to let the 2nd Division go first, because the 2nd Division was quite strong, and there might be surprises during the siege. Moreover, it was just their 'godson', so no matter how big the losses were, the two Marquises would not feel distressed.

However, because Angelina had 'messed around' with them some time ago and forcibly transferred away one-third of 2nd Division's strength, Marmen had to consider 3rd Division.

The overall strength of 3rd Division was similar to that of the newly built 4th Division. However, because they belonged to the nobles, they didn't listen to orders and were much weaker than 4th Division.

With Marmen's decision, it was foreseeable that the first batch of the nobles' private troops sent to attack the city would definitely suffer heavy losses.

The siege mission had been decided among the higher-ups long before the new year. The Falcon Legion, led by Marmen and De Sandro, would attack the west and north gates of the city of Audis, while the Lion Legion, commanded by Prince Kenzir, would attack the south and east gates, which were more heavily defended.

Unlike outside Audis, where the Faustian army was mobilized in an orderly manner, the inside of the city was in chaos. The Shalorian defenders on the city gate were terrified to see the Faustian soldiers, several times their number, surrounding and advancing towards them.

Moreover, the news that the Faustian army was about to attack somehow reached the ears of the ordinary residents in the city. Countless robberies and looting occurred, and there were even many arson cases in the city. The ordinary citizens who had been suppressed by death for a long time became hysterical at the last moment of their lives.