Harpies are real professional scouts and pursuit cavalry in the Khan's army. Most of them have learned knowledge related to sieges, so they can naturally judge which city walls can be destroyed and which walls cannot be attacked at all.
And all the walls of the prismatic castle are "unbreakable" to the harpy.
Although the height has only increased to about two meters, the width at the weakest point is as wide as six meters, and it is even filled with compacted soil and gravel.
In this situation, let alone whether the catapult can knock down a city wall, Hutot Khan even has to worry about whether the stones he throws will become raw materials for raising the city wall... But you can't not prepare siege equipment, after all, the height difference is a real advantage.
Perhaps the trolls could easily launch an attack on the enemy on the wall, but ordinary orcs and nomadic warriors could only sit on the ground and stare blankly at the two-meter-high wall...
If the enemy defenders were more ruthless and raised the city wall to a height of about four meters, then this strange castle would become a solid fortress that Hutot Khan's army could not break through.
In other words, it’s not that Khutot Khan’s army cannot fight—but if they want to fight, it will be within these two days at most.
If the enemy successfully strengthened the height of the city wall, even if Hutot Khan's army took down the castle, they would suffer huge losses.
What to do
The Qiexue looked at Khutot Khan with a calm expression, hoping that their father Han could give them instructions.
And Hutot Khan was thinking and thinking - after a while, another urgent report came saying that the surrendered Polan people in the army seemed to be getting more and more agitated.
They were eager to break into the fortress and plunder it in one fell swoop, and they were already showing signs of disobeying orders.
"That group of defectors has not been adequately educated, but we don't have time to educate them... How about this, let's separate the Polan army from ours. If the Polan army really can't help but launch an attack without authorization, we can also eliminate some unstable factors in the army. That's it."
Hutot Khan issued his order lightly. But in fact, the Great Khan still felt very helpless in his heart.
After all, the time left for him was too short. According to the current laws of the Khutot Khanate, a soldier must undergo at least ten months of discipline training before he can go to the battlefield.
The surrendered soldiers and warriors from Polan obviously did not have this condition. Rather than being soldiers, they were more like a group of hungry bandits.
Although they are very powerful in terms of military force, to put it bluntly, they are no different from bandits and are a unit that is difficult to use.
However, Khutot Khan could not give up the existence of these surrenderers. On the one hand, slave soldiers were also an important resource. The Khutot Khanate valued slaves just like a craftsman valued his tools.
Slaves were an important resource and producer for the Khutot Khanate, so if too many slaves were lost in the war, it would be a considerable loss for the Khutot Khanate.
If the loss of his own slaves could be avoided, then Khutot Khan would consider sending some who were not even as good as slaves.
It is obvious that the surrendered bandits of Polan are not as valuable as slaves.
On the one hand, they refused to accept disciplinary training, and on the other hand, they were unable to engage in production. Rather than becoming a destabilizing factor in the army in the future, it would be better to send them away and fill the trenches during this war.
It just so happens that the next war also needs some people to test the defensive strength of the fortress - let the Polan people who are clamoring for war and hoping to make achievements and then plunder do it.
Obviously, Khutot Khan was also helpless about the signs of division that were looming in the army.
But he was just a Khan after all, and he did not have the foresight beyond the Khan's ability. All he could do was pick out and throw away the classified seeds in advance, and that was all.
In the prismatic fortress, the warriors of Bayerjans worked with the elven wizards to increase the height and thickness of the city walls, while they sighed at the tents in the distance:
"I remember that the ancestors of the northern barbarians seemed to have received protection from our ancestors. I didn't expect that the descendants of the two ancestors would fight in such an occasion..."
The Bayerjans sighed, causing the elf beside him to roll his eyes. "As far as I know, after the Ice Disaster in the north was defeated by the war machines and the great wizards, there seemed to be a stable area in the north... They may not be the southerners we are protecting, because they don't look as disgusting as the southerners."
"Southerners... Come to think of it. When we attacked that town, I kept wondering why they looked so poor...
I always have the illusion that we poor people who have just emerged from the ground are richer than them.
And then again, why did His Majesty order us not to enter the city and to blow up the granary? It seems to me that he has other intentions besides hindering the Isgardians."
The soldier of Bayerjans muttered, flattened the soil in front of him with a shovel, and then carefully made a "shooting window" for people to lie down and shoot without obstructing the shooting range. He lay on the ground and nodded with satisfaction, swinging the gun in his hand back and forth to make sure that his shooting range would not accidentally injure friendly forces.
In the face of the soldiers' sighs and doubts, the elf sat down on the ground in silence, and used her eyesight to observe the harpies hovering over the barbarian tents in the distance.
The harpies were constantly watching the progress of the fortress' construction. They were not a threat, but their numbers were far greater than those of the Hippogriff Knights.
If the Harpies launch a night attack, it will be difficult to ensure that the Hippogriff Knights can have a safe reconnaissance and shooting range above the Prismatic Fortress...
It would be great if His Majesty the Regent could ask the black dragon to come over and help shake up the situation - the elf muttered to herself, and only reacted after the soldiers shouted "Hey, hey!" twice.
Looking at the weathered face of the Bayerjans soldier in front of him, and remembering that the soldier was not even 20 years old, the elf sighed and hesitated whether to tell the cruel truth to the child who still had hope for the Romans he once protected, and then changed his mind and thought that he would learn the news sooner or later...
She sighed again, then put the butt of her gun on the ground. "I'm just guessing. Roman is now cannibalizing people in many places, so His Majesty probably suspects... well, in that city's granary... maybe there will be "special meat" other than wheat and ordinary meat... You understand what I mean?"
"oh?"
The Bayerjans soldier looked a little bewildered, then he stood up from the ground and dusted himself off, then he subconsciously added:
"You mean... human flesh?"
"right."
"I see... That makes sense if that's the case - perhaps Your Majesty doesn't want the allies of Ishgard to develop the habit of cannibalism."
"Do you really believe that everything His Majesty the Regent does is meaningful and not just out of personal vengeance?"
The elf was a little confused: she had thought that the soldiers would be greatly shocked after hearing this possible fact, but it seemed that not only was it not the case, but they showed full trust in His Majesty the Regent.
"And... don't you feel angry that the people your ancestors once protected are now like this?"
"Why should we be angry? Although there is certainly disappointment, why should we lose our composure because of anger? After all, to put it bluntly, I am just disappointed that those Romans have become so backward after inheriting part of our heritage. There is no point in being angry at what they have done."
"I always feel like you're not telling the truth." The elf raised his eyebrows. "Since my father knows your great-grandfather from who knows how many generations ago, can't you tell me the truth?"
The soldier rolled his eyes, and the relaxed look on his face turned into a depressed pout:
"Well, I am certainly angry, but I am certainly not furious - firstly, I don't understand them, and secondly, we still have a lot of things to do after the empire is rebuilt.
Make the whole country better, find ways to make our country prosperous, and fight to protect the country when it matters.
There are so many important tasks waiting for us to complete, why should we waste our time on a bunch of garbage that is not worth wasting? So I don’t even have time to be angry with them, so naturally I won’t be angry. "
"That's right... Then what do you think of His Majesty?"
The question was changed, but the soldiers of Bayerjans were still able to give fluent and heartfelt answers:
"He can make us better even for personal grudges. He is Barcelissa's husband, our Caesar. He saved us with his actions. Why should we doubt that he has bad intentions towards us
Even if there is, we owe him that. He saved every one of our lives, and even gave us a better life, so that we can see the light of day again, so that we can finally give our children a chance to grow up in the sun...
In this situation, only people who are worse than animals would think that he did something wrong because of his personal grudge, right? But I don't think that would be a human, it's just an uncivilized gorilla, that's all."
Yang Hao has a very high personal reputation in Bayer AG.
Not only because of his ability, but also because everything he has done for Bayerjans has conquered the hearts of the Bayerjans people.
If Theresa, as the prophesied Basilisa, is the spiritual leader, religious leader and nominal royal leader of all Bayezids.
Then Yang Hao is actually the elder of Bayerjans, the supreme military leader, and also the most important emperor responsible for the development direction of the entire empire.
Under these circumstances, it was almost impossible to find a single person in Constantinople who was discontent with His Majesty the Regent.
Even if there is, it is probably only Arthur, who might be given a long vacation by Yang Hao for several years in the future.
But his dissatisfaction was simply the dissatisfaction between good brothers and good superiors, and it was not a "grudge" at all. Even Arthur trusted Yang Hao so much, let alone other civilians.
Of course, this doesn't mean that the people in the future will still worship him as fanatically as the Bayerjans do now, but the problem is, Yang Hao's statue and life story have been secretly put on the agenda by some craftsmen...
It is estimated that before long, statues of the regent and great ancestors will be erected in all important places in Bayerjans.
Every statue will record their great deeds, and every statue will remind the world that without them, there would be no Bayer Zanskar today - not only the statues, but all future textbooks and history books will record and praise their great achievements.
Under such circumstances, what extraordinary things will His Majesty the Regent have to do in the future to make the Bayerjans collapse in their hearts
Maybe. But it definitely won't be now - not to mention that even if His Majesty the Regent becomes a tyrant in the future, there will probably be many loyal followers around him... Even if he betrays the Bayerjans, there will still be Bayerjans loyal to him.
For a person like this, it is impossible to expect his reputation to be low.
So it was very normal that the soldiers of Bayerjans trusted Yang Hao so much - the elf nodded, showing her full understanding of the soldiers' thoughts, and then she suddenly stopped talking.
After all, Caparia's trust in the Regent is not ordinary... So in a sense, they are actually the same.
The elves and soldiers sat silently on the earth wall, looking at the barbarian tents in the distance and fell into deep thought.
After a while...
"The battle is won. After the planned "webway" is completed, I will invite you to have a drink in Caparia." The elf said, "If possible, I hope you can go with me to meet my father - after all, my father has not seen a living Bayerjans for too long."
"Of course. But I don't have any decent clothes."
"Elves don't mind when friends come into their homes as slovenly people. As long as they're friends."
They smiled at each other.
Then they left the section of the wall they were responsible for. After joining other garrisons, they received a message saying that tonight, the black dragon of Isgard would come to provide them with temporary assistance at the request of His Majesty the Regent—but this was only temporary.
I don't know what price His Majesty the Regent paid, but the fact that there was a black dragon taking the responsibility for seizing air supremacy for them really boosted everyone's morale.
With morale boosted, it was the night of April 4th.
After two days of emergency construction, the walls of the prismatic fortress have been raised to more than 3 meters high, and the weakest wall is now nearly 8 meters thick. It has become a veritable fortress;
Everything in the Prismatic Fortress was moving in the best direction, and just when the soldiers thought that today would be another day of peaceful confrontation, a meteor appeared in the sky again.
One, two.
About four huge meteors appeared out of nowhere in front of everyone's gaze, and among these four meteors, there seemed to be a larger one getting closer and closer.
The elven wizards subconsciously prepared to use magic to resist the meteor's impact, but then they put down their staffs: the meteor didn't seem to hit the land. It was getting smaller and smaller under the friction, and finally only a few stones that looked so small from a distance were left. They hit the sea in the distance, stirred up a few waves, and then disappeared.
The tsunami will not affect ports built in sheltered areas, but will definitely hit other coastal areas along the coast -
Just as the people of the United Nations were thinking this, they heard a humming sound coming from afar.
Woo-woo-
The heavy sound of the horn spread across the grassland and into the interior of the prismatic fortress.
Everyone was surprised as to why the barbarians chose to launch their attack at the moment when the meteor appeared, and they were not sure whether this was a magic or ritual unique to the barbarians.
"They're about to attack!"
Although they didn't know much about the barbarians, the garrison knew very well that attacking the prismatic fortress late at night was not a good idea.
There is no way to see where the barbed wire is buried at night, and there is a greater possibility of misjudging the trench in front of the city wall. The barbarians' attack will only result in wasted losses in manpower - do they really want to do this
They really intended to do this.
While the Bayerjans returned to their posts and fired piercing arrows into the sky to notify friendly forces in other places to be on alert, in the camp of Hutot Khan's army, the commander of the Polans was urging his soldiers to prepare for the siege as soon as possible.
"Four shooting stars, a very auspicious sign! This means that we can capture the fortress tonight, and then we can have endless wine and food, and we can plunder countless slaves to fill our property! Nomads! Let us cheer for this auspicious sign!"
It was totally an accident.
The Hutot Khan's army was not ready to launch an attack at this time. But for the Polan people who had been eager to attack, when the meteor that the Great Khan had said represented "auspiciousness" appeared again, they immediately judged that this was a sign in their favor.
They thought that the appearance of the meteor foreshadowed the success of the next battle. With the help of the meteor, they would show courage and strength that they could not show under normal circumstances. They would break through the enemy's blockade while the enemy was stunned by the disaster and anxiety brought by the meteor, occupy the fortress with the least casualties, and then prove their bravery in front of the Great Khan and get the reward they deserved.
The Great Khan did not think so, but the leaders of the Polan people really thought so, and so did the soldiers under their command.
Under their appeal and encouragement, the Polan people, with about 20,000 soldiers and horses - of which only more than 5,000 could be considered warriors, and the rest were just temporary signs of nomads and the masses - left their camp in a mighty manner and launched a fierce attack on the brightly lit castle in the distance.
When the Great Khan's messenger arrived, the camp was already empty. The Great Khan received the news and simply sighed:
"It's fine this way. If they take it, we'll have pulled out the nail. If they die, they'll set an example for the troops that will follow. Let them go."
The Khan allowed the Polans to advance at the cost of their lives. These nomads, whose weapons and equipment were not good, either rode on steppe horses or centaurs and shouted to start a reunion with the infantry at a distance, or followed their commanders to try to "attack" the rear of the prismatic fortress, which might be more vulnerable.
But just as they held up torches and broke into the prismatic fortress about a kilometer away in the dark—
Along with the earth-shaking thunder coming from the prismatic fortress and the explosion coming from the ground after a short delay, the first few Centaurs rose high into the sky, and then their bodies were shattered in mid-air.
It was the Romans' city defense facilities - the Polan commander thought that they could not stop at this time, because if they continued, it would mean that they would become targets of those city defense facilities!
"They can't keep shooting any time soon! Let's charge!"
He shouted loudly and led his personal guards in a fearless charge.
He raised the grassland bow in his hand high, intending to seize the initiative when approaching and bypassing the side of the fortress, but just as he led the cavalry to continue charging forward, an accident happened again.
At first, it seemed as if the horse had hit an invisible wall.
The leader of the Polan people was thrown forward fiercely amid the neighing of his horse. But before he could react from his dizziness, he saw countless fallen torches setting the grass of the pasture on fire.
This is not good. If the grass is set on fire, the advance of the soldiers in the rear will definitely be affected.
Before this thought stayed in the mind of the Polan commander for even a minute, he keenly discovered that in the light of the fire, there seemed to be something reflecting strange light in circles around the cavalry following him and his beloved horse that died inexplicably.
What is that
The commander of the Polan people looked at the net in front of him, which seemed to be made of extremely tough "silk" made of iron.
He tried to use the knife in his hand to cut open the insidious trap, but his knife got entangled in the barbed wire and he couldn't pull it out.
"What the hell is this?!"
The Polan commander roared in frustration. His soldiers tried to cross the barbed wire, but they couldn't find a way in.