The rebels guarding the tower raised their shields and swords in vain in the tower, trying to stop the Legrand soldiers from entering, but without the protection of the hard tower wall, they had no greatest barrier.
Swords collided, shields were smashed against towers, blood gushed from the necks of the slain, flying high and leaving cruel paintings on the walls. Under the command of General Sheehan, the soldiers swept the past layer by layer, and the warm corpses tumbled down the stairs in the spiraling tower.
General Condor retreated from the southeast tower of the fortress to the northwest tower under the escort of his personal soldiers.
"Go back, General!"
The captain of the personal guard said anxiously to General Vulture.
"I can't hold it anymore! Let's retreat to the fortress at the back first!"
"Look down."
General Vulture raised a shield and a sword in one hand and answered coldly.
The sound of fighting was getting closer, and the octagonal Blackstone Fortress had a tower at each corner, capable of resisting approaching enemies from all directions. But as long as any of the towers are breached and the enemy enters the fortress, their advantage will be lost.
The captain of the escort, as General Vulture had said, looked down from an archery hole that passed by.
His breathing suddenly stagnated slightly.
I saw that under the high tower, the king and the rose cavalry stood quietly in the northwest of the fortress. They held the all-color rose king flag, and the flag was blown violently by the wind.
They look down on their hunting grounds arrogantly and ruthlessly like a pack of lions.
The lion has completed the most dangerous hunting link, and the rest is just the struggle of the prey. In the line they delineate, all the prey are just dying and resisting, and death is destined to come.
When the captain of the guard looked around, the king in the crowd suddenly raised his head, and he took a step back abruptly. At that moment, he had an illusion—the other party seemed to be so far apart, and still keenly felt his gaze. But soon, the captain of the guard cried out in surprise: "General! Look! General!"
General Vulture gave him a strange look, and walked over to the archery hole.
I saw the Qiangwei Iron Cavalry, originally stationed under the northwest tower of the fortress, turned around and walked towards the corner that was breached by them, and their way to the opposite fortress was given way.
"They're gone! Let's go!"
In a desperate situation, the captain of the guard said excitedly.
General Vulture, frowning tightly, was able to take a risk as soon as he came up, to break their outermost defenses with cavalry who had been neglected in siege battles... He didn't think the king would be stupid enough not to know that they would retreat. go unless...
General Vulture remembered the letter that was shot into the tower by the arrow that day, and his heart moved, but there was no trace on his face.
"withdraw!"
General Vulture gave the order, and he quickly ran down the stairs of the tower with his personal soldiers. Legrand's army had captured all the towers in the south and east of the fortress, and only the tower in the northwest corner had not been attacked. enter. General Vulture went down from the top of the tower smoothly and lowered the drawbridge of the tower.
The group quickly ran towards the bridge connecting the opposite fortress.
They had only destroyed the pontoon bridge before, but left a few small boats under the bridge as a back road. At this time, the group jumped on the boat and rowed with all their strength to reach the fortress under the wetland of the tributary of the Lacey River. The rebels guarding the fort saw the general escape and hurriedly lowered the drawbridge to meet them.
By the time General Vulture fled to the second fortress, the battle was drawing to a close. Only a few of the rebels abandoned by General Vulture were left to resist, and the rest had thrown down their weapons in despair and raised their hands in surrender.
In the Blackstone Fortress at this time, blood can be seen everywhere.
The king stepped on blood to the top of the towers of Blackrock Keep.
The wind rushed towards his face with the chill of late winter, and the king stretched out his hand and pulled out the white-backed salamander flag of the rebel army that had been planted on the flag stand of the tower.
Let go.
The king watched coldly as the white flag rolled down from the tower and fell into the unquenched fire below the tower, and the flames flew up and devoured the flag of the rebels.
The rose knight behind him took a step forward with a brand-new king flag in both hands and walked to the king's side.
The king unfurled his banner.
On the blood-red background, the dark-gold iron rose was in full bloom.
The king firmly planted the king flag on the flag stand of the tower, and the wind from the extreme north howled and unfolded the king flag. After a thousand years, the flag has finally returned to its old place.
"Everything that was occupied in the future, I will take back all of it."
The king whispered to himself, like an old promise.
…
The temporary pontoon bridge was fortified and spanned the Lacey River, and when night fell, the king had rested during a meeting in the middle of the packed fort.
It was James who came to see the king first.
James grabbed a large stack of thick and densely written drawings, and excitedly gestured to the king, expounding his ideas for the rebuilding of the fortress, and reiterated what he had said in the letter, about the use of iron crossbows in the military. The use of ... He got some inspiration from the battering ram, and thought that the siege crossbow could be placed on the fixed corner of the tower as a defense in turn.
The king listened for a while, and felt that this gentleman seemed to have a strong sense of sight when he armed the fortress like a hedgehog.
Although they are both architects, James and another architect in the King's Academy of Mad Men chose very different directions.
The king coughed lightly, interrupting Mr. James's endless rhetoric: "One question, aren't you a holy church designer before, sir?"
General Sheehan, who had just stepped into the conference hall, couldn't help laughing when he heard this sentence: "God, Mr. James, you used to be a church designer?"
James plausibly said: "All architecture is art, the collision of cold rock and wood, they are eternal solidification, different types have different beauty... If you can install some more powerful artillery, it will be a song of coldness and sparks ."
General Sheehan: …
For some reason, he actually thought that what James said was very reasonable, but he also felt that something was wrong.
The king laughed, he shook his head, and handed another letter of appointment that had already been written to James: "Sir, now you have a choice."
James looked at the results, and it was a letter of appointment for the research director of the Legrand First Academy of Sciences.
"I noticed that you were talking about a choice?" James glanced at the mandate, then at the king.
The king looked at him with a smile: "Do you think there will be a choice other than acceptance?"
"If I refuse..." James said, folding the mandate away.
"Ah... You have to know, you know a lot of military secrets now. In a war situation, I have to make sure that the military aircraft will not be leaked, right?" The king said with a smile, his tone relaxed.
James snorted heavily, grabbed the blueprint on the table, turned his head and left.
When he was about to go out, he could be heard complaining in a low voice:
"tyrant!"
General Sheehan glanced at the king.
The king didn't care: "I will tell him later that I need a batch of improved siege towers, and by the way, I will send him the necessary gifts of our Academy of Sciences."
Having said this, the king laughed.
When General Sheehan led the blockade of the southeast coast some time ago, he dealt with several scientists from the Academy of Madness. At this time, when he heard the "gift" from the king's mouth, his expression couldn't help but become extra complicated... Your Majesty, are you sure? Is that really a gift not a threat
However, think about it, if Mr. James, the current war ordnance madman, was thrown into the Holy Court, the ending would really be a stake.
After a serious look, General Sheehan began to report to the king.
Mainly about what to do with the rebels captured by them.
Before the war, the king had instructed the captives not to kill them directly.
General Sheehan has had a deeper understanding of their king over time. Their majesty was dismissive of false names. He didn't care about using the bloodiest means to achieve his goals. He was both kind and cruel. Since he ordered the six captives to die, there must be a reason.
"In the evening, let them go to the second fortress."
The king crossed his fingers and thought for a while to answer.
General Sheehan nodded and agreed. He hesitated for a while, but still asked, "Your Majesty, I don't quite understand why you let General Vulture go... Are you?"
The king seemed to have long expected that General Sheen would have this question. He picked up a letter from the table that had already been uncovered and handed it to General Sheehan: "Look at it."
General Sheehan took the letter with both hands and took it out to read.
After reading only a few lines, General Sheehan's face was instantly stained with joy, and he looked up at the king: "You have been waiting for this for a few days?"
The king nodded.
The letter was a battle report sent by General Edmund of Angel State.
With the assistance of the army of the State of Anger, Earl Henry led Legrand's left-wing army to break through the outer defense of the royal city of the State of Balbo, trapping King Balbo in the castle. General Edmund succeeded in intercepting King Balbo's letter to General Vulture, requesting him to send troops back immediately to break the siege.
This important letter was sent along by General Edmund.
The king picked up the letter of help from King Balbo in his hand, put it under the light, and said slowly: "We don't have much time, if there is a better way to retake the castle of Beaumari, why should we let our soldiers in vain? How much precious blood was shed?"
General Sheehan bowed his head and saluted the king: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."
"Are there any officers among the prisoners who were acquainted with General Vulture?" asked the king.
General Sheehan thought for a while: "One of his personal soldiers couldn't escape because he was injured."
The king handed a letter that had already been written and sealed to General Sheehan: "When you release him, let him bring this letter to his general... If his nickname 'The Vulture' is true, We just have to wait."
General Sheehan understood something, he took the letter and left respectfully.
In the king's room alone, the king touched his fingertips, thinking about another thing the devil had mentioned to him before. When the demon sent him back to the world, he had suggested that he had better try to get it back without causing too much damage to the castle itself. Although this is his original intention, the devil will pay attention to the Beaumari Castle, which shows that there is something else in the Beaumari Castle.
And when he asked the reason, the devil answered in a pointed gesture:
—The castle of the Rose family is a precious treasure in itself.
What does it mean