The Gasdadians were brave and ferocious in battle, and they were indomitable on the battlefield without fear of death.
They were born in the Gasthard Snowfields, a world covered in snow and ice for most of the year.
Barrenness, coldness, starvation and death go hand in hand.
The strong eat the weak, and the fittest survive.
The Gasthards who survived in this environment learned the cruelty that the environment taught them.
The harsh environment also led to the poverty of their civilization.
They never care about morality, courtesy and integrity.
Because these useless things will not allow them to survive in the cruel Gasthard snow.
To survive by any means, that is their Gasdadian instinct.
At the beginning, they once did something to suppress the people of Kanal to attack the King City of Kanal, which made the King City of Kanal, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, fall quickly.
In fact, when they attacked the royal city of Aaron Landis, the Gasdadians wanted to repeat their old tricks, capturing the civilians of Aaron Landis and driving them to attack the city as hostages.
However, Heimos, who was guarding the royal city at that time, used an unprecedented tactic of 'hardening the walls and clearing the fields'. Before they arrived, they drove away the civilians hundreds of miles away from the royal city, so that they could not capture the hostages.
Now, the commander-in-chief of Gastade was very fortunate that he had brought these Aaron Landis prisoners of war here as slaves, which gave him an excellent bargaining chip.
When he found that the city wall was in danger under the slings and giant crossbow bolts, he decisively ordered the group of Aaron Landis to be tied and pushed to the city wall, making them the meat shields of the city wall.
He was satisfied to see that the attack of the Aaron Landis stopped at the moment his compatriots appeared on the city wall.
After the army outside the city was silent for a moment, a raging roar suddenly erupted.
The soldiers and soldiers who saw their compatriots couldn't control their anger and scolded the Gasdadians one after another.
They were furious at the despicable behavior of the Gasdadians.
However, the Gastadians apparently paid no attention to their scolding.
In their opinion, it doesn't matter whether the means are despicable or not, as long as they are useful.
They only care about the result.
So they continued to yell, pushing the slaves of Aaron Landis to the edge of the city wall.
The Aaron Landis slaves were pushed rudely by the Gastard soldiers and walked forward involuntarily.
They walked slowly, staggering one step at a time.
Their hands and feet were handcuffed with bronze shackles, and heavy bronze chains dragged under their feet, making a harsh rubbing sound against the stone ground as they walked with difficulty.
These brave and fearless soldiers who once followed the Lion King to battle on the battlefield have been tortured both physically and mentally for more than a year.
From the soldiers who were revered by the people to the humblest slaves, they also became the slaves of their most hated enemies, and suffered humiliation.
Many people died in pain and hatred.
Those who survived felt like they were in hell, and all their struggles and unwillingness were in vain. They gradually became numb, and lived like clay sculptures and woodcarvings, and their eyes were no longer bright.
With that bony body and thin, pale face, there is no longer a trace of the splendor of the battlefield in the past.
Until that day, they heard a message.
Those Kanars who hated the Gasthards and sympathized with them told them secretly to keep them going a little longer.
The Kanal people said that their new young king had been announced in public and sent troops to Kanal.
'I will never forsake my people of Aaron Landis. '
This sentence made the flames of hope rekindled in their hearts, who were already dead.
Their king did not forget them.
enough.
This is enough.
This is enough to keep them alive with hope.
They waited eagerly for the arrival of the army of Aaron Landis, and for the day when they would return to Aaron Landis.
As long as this hope is still there, let alone another year, even if they wait another ten or twenty years—even if they are old and dead, they can continue to wait.
…
Sid has been hungry for two days.
The Gasthards imprisoned their group of Aaron Landis, and gave them no food except some water.
He is weak.
Unprecedented weakness.
However, even though he was starving, his mood was still as bright as the scorching sun.
With his stomach deeply shriveled, Sid endured the uncomfortable feeling of being hungry and scratching his heart, and looked at the direction of the gate of Kanal King City with anticipation.
Not only him, but also the other companions. Even though they were dying of hunger, their eyes were still full of energy - completely different from the numbness half a year ago.
almost.
Sid thought.
Soon, they will be able to go home.
Just then, a group of Gastard soldiers trotted in.
They yelled, pulled, and forcibly got these Aaron Landis slaves up and drove Sid and many of his companions up the city wall.
When Sid was forcibly driven to the city wall, he immediately reacted.
These cruel and savage creatures were to use them as human shields for the city walls, to threaten the army of Aaron Landis to stop attacking.
Not only him, but many of his companions soon realized this.
Immediately, the team was in chaos. Many Aaronandeans began to struggle, reluctant to go up to the walls.
But after two days of starvation, they were so weak that they couldn't resist at all. Instead, many of them were beaten severely by the soldiers who drove them away, and they were beaten to death.
If the generals of Gastade hadn't stopped in time, those people might have been beaten to death just like that.
In the end, they were all forcibly dragged over the city wall by the Gasthards.
Dragging the heavy bronze chains, Sid staggered to the city wall.
Looking up, he saw the familiar black and red army under the city wall that could not be seen.
The army of Aaron Landis, his comrades.
The lion flag with gold stripes on a red background fluttered high in the air.
Everything is as before.
For a moment, Sid's eyes turned red.
He used to think that he was a brave and fearless warrior of Aaron Landis, and that even in the face of death, even if he shed the last drop of blood, he would never shed a single tear.
But when he saw the familiar armor and flag again at this moment, it was only a year and a half later, but it seemed to him that hundreds of years had passed. At this moment, he could no longer control it, and the corners of his eyes instantly became wet stand up.
It's not just him, those companions who were forcibly pushed to the edge of the city wall like him, looked at everything they were familiar with under the city wall, their eyes were red, and they held back their tears.
because of excitement.
Also because of unwillingness.
They also want to wear black and red armor, armed with long swords, and fight for Aaron Landis with their comrades.
But now, they can only appear before everyone in this embarrassed appearance, and even become a burden to their comrades.
Sid took a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his movements caused the chains on the ground to make a harsh rubbing sound.
It was the shame of his life to lose to the Gastards, and he only hated that he had never died on the battlefield.
And now, he absolutely does not want to be used by the Gasthards as a tool to threaten his fellow comrades.
"Even if we can't fight - we must not be a burden to Aaron Landis!"
Roaring out loud with the last strength, Sid jumped towards the outside of the city wall.
With his determination to die, he saw that most of his body had fallen outside the city wall, and he was about to fall from the sky—
But he suddenly fell back to the city wall.
A Gastade soldier grabbed the bronze chains on his feet in time and dragged Sid back.
After the defeat of Stad, some more Aaron Landeans tried to jump and kill themselves, but all were held down by the guarded Gastadian soldiers.
The Gasdadians were taken aback by the fact that Sid and others tried to commit suicide by jumping off the city wall. They couldn't understand why the Aaron Landis would do this.
Fearing that this would happen again, they simply tied the Aaron Landis slaves two or three to the wooden or stone poles on the city wall with ropes.
He wanted to die, but Sid, who was tied to the city wall by the Gasdad, clenched his teeth.
He almost bit his lower lip to bleed, and lowered his head, his eyes darkened.
"Side, don't worry."
Looking at his decadent appearance, the middle-aged man tied with him suddenly said,
"We will not be a burden to the Aaron Landis army. I just saw that this time, it is Lord Heimos who leads the army."
The middle-aged man who used to be a respectable knight commander but now is just a scrawny slave has a calm expression on his face.
"You should know the character of this lord. It is impossible for the Gasdadians to threaten this lord with us."
"I think that Lord Heimos will soon order to continue the attack."
If the coach was someone else, he would not dare to be so sure.
But if it was the Lord Heimos, whom they were familiar with, he would definitely order the attack to continue.
The middle-aged man said so, with relief in his tone.
But under that gratification, there were some traces of discomfort.
After struggling for so long, looking forward to returning to Aaron Landis day and night, now he has to die in a foreign land.
It is impossible to say that there is no regret or distress at all.
... that's all.
He would rather die for his country than suffer humiliation at the hands of the Gasthards as a slave.
Rather than be tortured to death by the Gasthards, he would have died at the hands of his countrymen.
All he wanted was that after his death, his compatriots could take his body back to the land he had always dreamed of.
…
... but, in the end, I'm still not reconciled... I'm not reconciled.
He had already seen far outside the city, the raised right hand of the black-armored knight standing on the ground on horseback.
he knows.
It was a gesture ordering to continue the attack.
Just waiting for that hand to wave down, countless boulders and crossbow arrows will flood the sky and take away the lives of everyone on the city wall.
With a long, silent sigh in his heart, he closed his eyes and waited for death to come.
…
…
The bright sunlight shone on Heimos's black armor, and then all was swallowed up by the darkness.
Riding on the horse, he slowly raised his hand.
Everyone knows that is the signal to continue the attack.
Looking at the compatriots tied to the city wall, everyone felt that their breathing was quickening.
Military orders are like mountains.
Once Huymos, the head coach, gave the order, they had to keep attacking.
They will kill their siblings with their own hands, and take the lives of their comrades with their own hands.
What a cruel order-
Kaijos looked at Heimos, who had raised his hand in the distance, with a complicated expression.
It seems that Heimos has made a decision.
In order to break the city, Heimos gave up the lives of his captured compatriots.
He had guessed from the beginning that this would be the result.
Heimos could never have given up the easy victory for the lives of those prisoners of war.
This man has always been this way and never changed.
Kaihos looked away.
He couldn't stop it.
According to the order of King Garland, Heimos is the head coach of this expedition.
The commander's orders, he must obey.
It's just... Your Majesty will be very sad after learning about this...
…
At this moment, there was an eerie silence on the battlefield.
Almost everyone's eyes were focused on Heimos.
Everyone held their breath, watching his every move.
"The order."
Heimos, who raised his right hand in front of the public, said with an expressionless face.
There was no trace of anger on his face, nor was he shaken.
He gave the order that took him for granted in a calm tone.
"continue… "
Keep attacking.
A bright beam of sunlight shone down, reflecting a ray of light between his left fingers holding the reins.
A golden ring with emerald green malachite refracted the light into his indifferent eyes.
The right hand that Heimos was about to swing stopped in mid-air.
He lowered his eyes, the shadows of his slender eyelashes falling into his pupils.
The malachite ring on his left hand was reflected in his eyes, and his lips suddenly pursed.
"Master Heimos?"
The subordinates standing behind Heimos saw that he only spoke half of the words and remained silent, and couldn't help but ask in doubt.
Heimos' right hand was slowly put down.
He said, "Retreat, go back to camp."
"what?!!"
A few minutes later, a low horn sounded suddenly on the battlefield, causing Kaihos to turn his head sharply.
Back to camp horn? !
He looked stunned and incredulous.
Is this an order from Heimos
how is this possible
The muffled sound of the trumpet spread across the battlefield, and also reached the ears of the Aaron Landis who were bound to the city walls.
The middle-aged man, who had closed his eyes and waited to die, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard the familiar sound of the horn representing retreat.
He looked at the Aaron Landis army that was slowly retreating, his eyes full of disbelief.
Could it be that the coach is actually not that Lord Heimos
He thought blankly.