Noble Girl Suffering

Perhaps he knew that their platoon's mission tomorrow wouldn't be too difficult, so Solon actually came to participate in the battle. Their platoon was originally formed for Master Solon, so Locke and Wilson had to protect this young master well. Of course, Solon didn't come empty-handed. He was equipped with a set of exquisite Micheli chainmail and a sharp two-handed greatsword. This set of equipment alone could increase Solon's chances of survival by at least thirty percent. Other than that, Solon also brought two guards with him. Both of them were well-built and had restrained auras. Locke felt that they might not be as strong as him individually, but if they worked together, he would still be defeated.

Beside the bonfire, Cardoj and Cashel stopped their hypocritical exchange of pleasantries.

"This city isn't as simple as it looks. I'm sure Cardoj is prepared," Cashel said meaningfully.

"Of course, my intelligence isn't as good as yours, but I still know some general information," said Cardoj.

"The lord of this city is the son of Margrave Felippe, one of the three pillars of Shalor. Although he's just an unfavoured son, the value of the city is enough for us to make a fortune." Cashel stared at Cardoj. "I heard that Viscount Wester's troops are on their way here," Cashel revealed a piece of insider information.

"That's why we have to take this city in a day," Cardoj agreed. He was obviously prepared for this.

"That's right. It might be difficult for others to take down the margrave's son's city in a day, but it's not difficult for the two of us." As soon as Cashel finished speaking, an old man in a grey robe walked out from behind him.

Wyr, who was next to Cardoj, also stood out. "With Master Jackson, who's only a low-rank Lehrling, this attack will be much easier," said Cardoj with a smile. "Cheers!" Both of them held a glass of wine in their hands.

"It's mainly because of your Wyr, a high-rank Knecht with the strength of a division jarl. Tsk tsk," sighed Cashel. "Cheers!"

Both of them drained their glasses in one gulp.

"I heard that your son is also participating in the attack?" Cashel seemed to have thought of something. "This city belongs to the son of a marquis. I'm sure it won't be easy to take it."

"A young eagle that doesn't experience wind and rain will never grow up. Let's just treat this as training for him," Cardoj replied coldly.

Cashel was speechless after hearing this.

"Boom!" The catapult made a loud noise as the siege began.

Countless soldiers took part in the siege with scaling ladders. Locke had just received news that they had to take down the city gate before evening. It seemed that the baron intended to take down Farlans in one day. This kind of siege was very costly. It required the soldiers to stack their lives on the line. As long as they managed to take down one gate, victory would be theirs. Once one gate was breached, the other gates would be breached one after another.

Catapults, siege hammers, and other large-scale military equipment were only available at the corps level. Their battalion only had self-made scaling ladders, and only Baron Cashel, a veteran noble, had two catapults under his command. These were their main siege weapons in the past.

If that was the case, they would have to fight in turns, with all the platoons taking turns to fill in the gaps until one of the city walls of Fareins was broken. If Locke could think of it, the baron and the others could as well. Sure enough, not long after, a messenger came to their platoon and ordered them to prepare for battle in an hour.

The soldiers seemed to have noticed something and became a little restless. Locke and Jersson issued the baron's order and the two quickly calmed the soldiers down. "Jersson, I'll go first. Keep an eye on Young Master Solon," Locke said to Jersson. This was a time of courage. Whoever went first would face death first, but in Locke's opinion, it didn't matter who went first.

Jersson glanced at Locke and wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything and just hummed in acknowledgment.

3rd Platoon's probing ended quickly. Locke kept his eyes on the city gate. 3rd Platoon had more than a hundred people, but they were pushed back before they could even touch the city gate. Some of them even died. Locke's heart sank. This time, it wouldn't be so simple. Based on what he had observed just now, this city gate showed that there was a platoon of soldiers on it, and they were throwing oil and stones down as if they were free. Otherwise, why would the 3rd Platoon, which was also a platoon, be beaten back before they could even touch the city gate?

"Something's not right." Jersson had obviously noticed it too. "Normally, a small city with only a thousand residents like this would have at most two platoons of guards without the help of a regular army. Including the temporary reinforcements, there would be at most four platoons of troops. I reckon there are two platoons on this city gate. What about the other gates?"

"They must have brought in refugees to make up the numbers. Those are just a motley crew. There's nothing to worry about. The main problem is that there are too many arrows. It's abnormal. "

3rd Platoon was a combination of the original 3rd and 4th Platoons' elites. In terms of combat ability, they were not inferior to 1st and 2nd Platoons. The two platoon jarls were strong men who had fought their way out of desperate situations, but this time, they were sent back with their tails between their legs.

Locke noticed that the platoon jarl of 3rd Platoon, who was almost as strong as Yoshk, had managed to cut down two oil barrels falling from the sky. Just as he was about to reach the city wall, he was blocked by countless arrows and had no choice but to retreat. Chris, who was wearing strong full-body armour, was also shot like a hedgehog when he came back. However, with the protection of his armour and impetus, although he looked scary at the moment, the arrows didn't actually penetrate his flesh, so he could still fight.

Not long after 3rd Platoon came down, 1st and 2nd Platoon came up together. They were the main force of their battalion. Locke wasn't the only one watching, even the baron in the distance was observing them. Cardoj had also seen 3rd Platoon's performance just now. He couldn't blame them. This was a probing attack, and the defenders had to face it with all their might. Anyone would be at a disadvantage.

Mond, the platoon jarl of 1st Platoon, took the lead and rushed to the front with a giant shield. He had seen the rain of swords just now. No matter how strong the armour was, it couldn't stop them. They could only rely on the giant shield to withstand the impact of the arrows. The giant black shield was obviously not an ordinary item. Locke didn't know where Mond got it. His body glowed with a faint green light as he held the giant shield in his hand and opened a path for the soldiers behind him. This was a privilege unique to low-rank Knechts. They could stimulate impetus throughout their body and increase their physical strength for a short period of time.

The defenders on the city gate obviously noticed this as well. After a wave of movement, a huge arrow that was half a metre wide appeared on the city gate. Mond's expression changed when he saw it. The giant crossbow was a weapon specially used to shoot strong people like him on the battlefield. A few ordinary people working together could kill any strong person below the mid-rank Knecht level.

At this time, when Mond was attacked by arrows and kerosene and couldn't dodge freely, the giant crossbow was his lethal weapon. In fact, on the battlefield, if there were no masters of the same level to restrain them, they could only use a large number of arrows to entangle them and use large weapons such as the giant crossbow to shoot them.

Sure enough, under the threat of the giant crossbow on the city wall, Mond was no longer as relaxed as he was at the beginning and began to dodge constantly. In the case of a low-rank Knecht deliberately dodging, it was still a little difficult to shoot him with an inanimate object like the giant crossbow.

Fortunately, after such a long time, Mond had already approached the city wall. More than a dozen soldiers behind him also arrived safely under the protection of his giant shield. The other three platoon jarls also led a group of soldiers and quickly approached the city gate. This wasn't the first time they had attacked the city. Although the resistance this time was a little strong, everyone was mentally prepared.

The battle was in full swing. If the first tentative attack by 3rd Platoon had surprised both sides of the other side's strength, then this was the real battle between the attackers and the defenders.

Team after team of Shalorian soldiers appeared at the top of the city wall, shooting stones and arrows at the Faustian army. The Faustian army was not to be outdone. Two catapults fired wildly, and the small city wall became a live target.

Now, it was a battle of attrition to see who could hold on first. The battles at the other city gates had also begun. Although Cashel's troops were a little mixed, they had a large number of people. A group of people charged forward, and anyone who saw it would feel a chill in their hearts. Sure enough, the battles at the other two city gates were even more intense.

At this time, the sky was already slightly brighter. In a corner of the city lord's residence.

"Let me go, you animal!" Glace was being held down by a few soldiers, and she struggled frantically.

"My dear sister, give me the map." A thin and sinister youth stood in front of Glace, unmoved.

"Dream on! Where did you take Kristin? Give me back Kristin! " Glace lunged forward and grabbed Willis's collar, but was immediately caught by the soldiers again.

The sinister-looking youth calmly tidied up his collar, which had been messed up by Grace. "If you don't give me the map, you will never see her again."

"She's your niece!" Glace looked at the youth in disbelief.

"Niece? Haha, have you and that old man ever treated me as family since I was a child? While other nobles of my age are enjoying themselves in the royal capital, I'm sent to this godforsaken place. Where's my mother? Where is she? I've never seen her. Was she killed by that old man's other woman? Tell me! " The malicious-looking youngster appeared to have received a great deal of stimulation and he incoherently stepped forward to grab Grace's arm and shake her frantically.

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