The torrent of black and red slowly receded, stopping the destruction of the unsturdy walls of the Karnal King City.
The commander of Gastade watched with a sneer on his face as the army of Aaron Landis retreated.
Originally, he was extremely afraid of the black knight who could kill Prince Tyre.
It is precisely because he is a Gastard that he understands the prince's terrifying power better than anyone else.
And such a powerful prince actually died at the hands of the black knight, it is conceivable that this black knight must be no inferior to Prince Tyr.
But now, he felt that he had caught the black knight's weakness.
Gastad could not tolerate the kind, because all the kind are dead.
Only the ruthless strong can stand above the crowd.
Therefore, although he recognized the strength of Heimos, the commander of Gasdard despised the fact that Heimos chose to retreat because he was concerned about the hostages.
Kindness does not hold soldiers.
In order to save the lives of thousands of slaves, the opportunity to break the city was missed.
The commander thought.
It is said that the black knight is brave and good at fighting, and is a warrior that is rarely seen in ten thousand years, and it seems that it is nothing more than that.
Although he thought so in his heart, he was slightly relieved that the Aaron Landis chose to retreat.
In this way, with these hostages, they can support the arrival of reinforcements.
At that time, the inside and the outside should be combined.
He must have made these Aaron Landeans heavy casualties and defeated!
…
The setting sun slowly fell on the horizon, and the fiery red clouds churned in the sky, covering the huge military camp with the glow of sunset glow.
The smoke is rising, and the soldiers have already started lighting bonfires, cooking food and boiling water.
Unless it is in an emergency, the drinking water in the army must be boiled water, and it is not allowed to drink raw water without authorization. At the same time, military doctors are spreading lime powder in the depths of the barracks to prevent the plague.
These two are military regulations written into military orders after the reform.
In the center of the military camp, next to the largest black tent, a flaming red lion flag fluttered in the air.
Here is the tent of Heimos, the army coach.
At this moment, the camp is very quiet, except for Heimos himself, Kaijos, Tewa and several other important generals are here.
All of them frowned.
The people here are all experienced people, but in the wars they have experienced, they have never experienced such a thing.
This continent worships heroes.
It is extremely shameful for the Gasdadians to take prisoners of war as hostages to threaten each other on the battlefield.
It is the most despicable act.
On this continent, no general of any country would do such a thing. Whoever dares to do it will surely be reviled by thousands of people.
But apparently, the Gastadians didn't care.
"After all, it's a savage race from the Barrens."
A young general couldn't help but scolded loudly.
"A bunch of despicable and shameless beasts!"
Seeing his comrades tied to the city wall, he was really uncomfortable, but he was helpless, he just felt a breath in his chest, and he couldn't go up or down.
"Your Majesty Heimos, although you have retired for the time being today, you must make a decision early."
Although a slightly older middle-aged general also had a frosty face, his tone of speech was still very calm.
"We don't have much time. According to the information we heard, the reinforcements from the Gasdadians are coming day and night. If we delay until their reinforcements arrive, we will be in trouble, so..."
"You mean to kill them?"
The young and vigorous general said loudly, interrupting the middle-aged general's words with anger on his face.
"I didn't say that."
"Isn't that what you said? They are all our comrades, do you have the heart to kill them yourself-"
Facing the accusations of his colleagues, the middle-aged general looked calm and answered without rushing.
"Then according to what you said, we will stay where we are, waiting for the reinforcements of the Gasdadians to arrive, and we should solve it internally and externally?"
"… I… "
"If it was you who were them, because of their own reasons, the army of Aaron Landis was defeated, and countless comrades died because of their own battles, and they continued to live because of them - it was you, you are willing to see In this result, would you rather be killed by your compatriots?"
"… "
The young general was speechless.
He bowed his head bleakly, and said no more.
He knew in his heart that the middle-aged general was right, but he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.
The middle-aged general turned to the main seat again.
"Your Excellency Heimos, I know this decision is difficult, but the matter has come to this point, you should make a decision as soon as possible."
Sitting on the main seat of the tent, a tall man in black armor sat quietly with a calm expression.
The fine black hair was scattered in the corners of the long and narrow eyes, and there was no emotion on that handsome face.
Heimos lowered his eyes and did not seem to hear the quarrel between his subordinates in the tent, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.
The blond knight glanced at Heimos and withdrew his gaze.
"Killing your comrades with your own hands will greatly weaken the morale of the soldiers, so I don't recommend it unless it is a last resort."
Kaihos thought for a moment and said.
"Well, two days, I suggest spending two days to find a way. After two days, if you really can't save them, you can only sacrifice them for the bigger picture."
After being silent for a while, the generals present nodded.
Only Heimos, who was in the seat, still lowered his eyes and said nothing.
…
In a flash, two days and one night have passed.
The Aaron Landeans racked their brains to try to rescue their comrades, but to no avail.
They wanted to attack at night, but those Gasdadians kept the hostages on the city wall even at night.
Provocation, trying to annoy the Gasdadians to get them out of town to attack, didn't work either.
When the evening of the next day came, the general who had been exhausted after shouting and scolding outside the city wall could only return in anger.
'Start the siege tomorrow. '
Soon, Heimos' orders spread throughout the barracks.
The Gasdadian soldiers on the city wall suddenly discovered that there were many Aaron Landis people busy around the siege equipment outside the city that had been idle for more than two days.
Countless boulders were carried beside the catapults.
Giant crossbow arrows are also piled next to the giant crossbow, and many people are grinding the arrow tips and wiping the parts of the equipment with oil.
The atmosphere in the Aaron Landis barracks had changed.
After receiving the report from his subordinates, the commander-in-chief of Gasdad nodded.
It seems that the Aaron Landis have decided to give up the lives of those compatriots and plan to attack again.
Either way.
He didn't expect to use the hostages to hold off until reinforcements arrived.
Even if the black knight softened a little, he wasn't that stupid.
It was beyond his expectations to be able to delay for two days and two nights.
He counted in his heart.
It should be no problem to stick to it for another three or four days, and their reinforcements will arrive almost three or four days later.
Thinking like this, he ordered that the generals and soldiers rest well tonight and prepare for tomorrow's battle.
It is conceivable that the Aaron Landis people who had to kill their comrades with their own hands would definitely attack frantically, and the battle situation would be very intense, so the soldiers had to be motivated to deal with it.
…
…
Soon, late at night, the barracks was completely quiet.
The soldiers on the vigil stood outside the camp, and in the camp, the bonfire was burning, illuminating the dark night sky.
The fire, which was especially bright in the dark, was reflected in the eyes of the Aaron Landis on the city wall, and a hazy red light spread in their pupils.
For the past two days, they have been forcibly chained to the city wall, exposed to the sun, and weakened.
Considering the physiological problems, the Gasdadians still have to guard the city wall, of course they do not want the city wall to be dirty, it is really troublesome to tie and untie the ropes again and again, so the Gasdadians tied them for a period of time. After that, it was released, and a row of fences was temporarily built on the city wall to lock them in.
Every once in a while, they take turns driving them off the city walls to solve their physical problems.
In order to prevent them from escaping and committing suicide, they were still not given food, but they couldn't let the hostages die, so every once in a while, they were given a little rice soup to keep them alive.
The night sky is endless and the stars are shining brightly.
Sid sat on the ground of the city wall, overlooking the distant camp outside the city from a distance.
Even in the dark night, you can vaguely see the flying flag.
He also saw the changes in the Aaron Landis army in the evening, and he already knew in his heart that tomorrow was the time for the Aaron Landis army to launch an attack.
After all, the longer the delay, the more dangerous the situation will be.
It took more than two days to save them, long enough.
"They've tried their best."
The middle-aged man sitting beside him also looked at the firelight of the distant camp, with a relieved smile on his face.
The companions who were also sitting next to him nodded slightly when they heard this.
Even if they were to die at the hands of their comrades tomorrow, they would not have any resentment.
Yes, just regret.
They looked up, watching the fire in the distant camp and the lion flag flying in the night sky.
They looked very intently, as if they wanted the flag to be branded deep in their eyes.
Because they knew that this was probably the last night they could see the flag.
The gods of Aaron Landis.
Please guide our souls back to the land of Aaron Landis.
…
pat pat pat.
The quiet night suddenly heard loud and heavy footsteps.
Sid subconsciously followed the reputation.
He saw a group of Gastard soldiers walking up the steps up the wall and trotting toward them.
The fence holding them was pulled away, and a group of Gasdad soldiers surrounded them.
The torches hung on the city walls and burned, and the faint light of the flames reflected on the blood-stained white armor of the Gasdads, as well as the bright spears they held in their hands.
Sid saw the eyes of the captain headed among them.
Those are the indifferent eyes that look at the dying person.
"Just them."
The leading captain looked at this group of thin and weak slaves and said lightly.
"There are almost a hundred people here."
He made a gesture.
"Kill it, then hang the corpse outside the city wall."
It was ordered from above to come and kill a hundred Aaronlandean slaves, hang their corpses outside the walls, and stain the walls red with their blood.
This was to warn and frighten the Aaron Landis.
Saying nothing would make the Aaron Landis hesitate again, thereby delaying another day.
He glanced at it casually just now, and saw that there were more slaves in the fence, almost a hundred people.
Just kill all the slaves here to complete the mission.
Sid gritted his teeth.
He stared at the Gasdad in front of him with hatred, his eyes almost bursting with fire, his clenched fingers clacked.
Not only him, not a single Aaron Landisian in this place showed a look of panic and fear after hearing that he was about to be killed, and not a single one begged for mercy.
Everyone was silent, not saying a word, staring at the Gasdadians around them with hatred.
Their eyes can't wait to drink their blood and swallow their bones.
Being stared at by the hated eyes of these slaves was extremely unpleasant, and a Gastard soldier gave a grim smile.
He stabbed one of the slaves in front of him in the eye.
Obviously the body is already weak, but at this moment, Sid did not know where the strength came from.
Perhaps that was his instinct as a warrior.
He swooped in, grabbing a spear that was stabbing at his companion.
Even though he understood that everything he was doing at the moment was in vain, he still gritted his teeth and clung to the long spear, refusing to let go.
The stunned Gastard soldier shook it a few times, but he was unable to shake the scrawny-looking man away. With an angry look on his face, he raised his foot and kicked the man's head fiercely. go down.
Sid, who was hit hard, only felt his brain buzzing, and his eyes went blank for a moment.
All the strength in his body suddenly disappeared without a trace, he was kicked to the ground, and everything in front of him became a double image in his sight, constantly shaking.
In the blurred vision, he watched helplessly as the sharp point of the gun moved from far to near in his eyes.
Seeing that the point of the gun was about to penetrate his eyebrows—
Under the night sky, the torches on the stone wall suddenly shook.
A silver light leaped through the darkness.
Like a bolt of lightning breaking through the sky.
A hum.
The sharp arrow stabbed fiercely into the chest of the soldier who raised the gun and stabbed at Sid.
The huge force even made the tip of the arrow burst out of the chest, and the arrow penetrated the soldier's chest.
He showed a look of disbelief, and then fell to the ground.
The captain standing on one side was startled and angry, and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction where the arrows were shot.
I saw a dark figure standing at the tower of the city wall jumped down.
In the next moment of agile landing, he rushed forward.
The figure's movements were so fast that it even left an afterimage on the spot.
The captain almost instinctively wanted to draw the broad sword at his waist.
It's just that when he just pulled out the blade a few centimeters—
A cold light passed by.
His pupils suddenly dilated, and blood spurted out of his slit throat.
He fell heavily on his back to the ground, staring at the night sky with his empty pupils wide open.
At the same moment when the captain of this Gastad fell, countless sharp arrows shot out from the darkness.
Gastadian soldiers fell to the ground one after another with screams.
After a wave of arrows, many people suddenly appeared on the city wall and came to kill them, killing all the remaining Gasdad soldiers.
Everything happened so suddenly that people were caught off guard, and even those Aaron Landis people who had been through life and death did not react.
They raised their heads and stared blankly at the man who suddenly appeared in front of them.
A stern man in black armor stood in the dark night.
His jet-black hair seemed to have melted into the night.
The firelight on the stone wall flickered, reflecting the dark blue War God rune under his forehead that was blown away by the wind.
With every swing of the long sword in his hand, it easily splits the body of an enemy.
The blood spurting from the enemy's body stained his dark armor.
That scene was very much like the gesture of the legendary God of War wielding the sword in his hand—
…
Heimos... Your Excellency
Sid's mind went blank.
He felt like he was dreaming now.
How could Lord Heimos appear in such a place? !
The sudden noise woke him from the sluggishness. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a large number of Gastadian soldiers rushing towards him.
A click.
The chain in Sid's hand snapped.
He casually cut off the chain in front of Sder's hand, and Heimos kicked the wide sword of the Gasthard under his feet.
"Get up before you die, and prepare to fight," he said.
Heimos said in a cold voice, as if he could not see the skinny appearance of the opponent who was difficult to fight, but gave him the order to fight in a natural tone.
Then he turned and went straight to meet the rushing Gasthard soldiers.
Sid's shoulders shook violently.
"Yes!"
He said, grabbed the sword and stood up.
On the face that was so thin that there were only bones left, only one pair of eyes were astonishingly bright and radiant.
He got orders.
Yes, he was also a warrior of Aaron Landis.
He can keep fighting—