The sun rose as usual, and it was a rare fine weather.
The blue sky has no variegated colors, it is as pure as a girl's innocent dream.
But looking at the scorched walls of Silvermoon City, Marquis Vincent's face was a bit gloomy.
He didn't know exactly what happened in Silvermoon City, but he could still guess from the refreshed mental state of the defenders at the top of the city—
This battle is not easy to fight.
Just as he was frowning, a burst of cheers like a tsunami suddenly erupted in Silver Moon City again.
Not long after, he saw a slender figure standing on the top of Silvermoon City.
She looked so fragile, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
But she seemed extraordinarily firm and persistent, as if nothing could break her spine.
That bright red figure stood at the top of the city, instantly making the entire Silver Moon City boil.
Every time she waved her hand, there would be deafening cheers in the city.
"Is that the half-elf queen?" Marquis Vincent said with extremely complicated emotions in his tone.
Shyness, envy, anger, and even possessive desires that cannot be concealed...
"Yes, Lord Marquis." Viscount Alston nodded, but his heart was full of doubts.
When did Queen Elsa have such a high prestige in Silvermoon City
Marquis Vincent looked at the rising aura of Silver Moon City, and felt that he couldn't wait any longer. The half-elf seemed unlikely to surrender, and was going to follow the northern road to darkness.
So, he immediately gritted his teeth and said, "Send me the military order, attack the city!"
"yes!"
woo—
The shrill bugle sound interrupted Queen Elsa's show.
She frowned, pushed away the maid who was supporting her, pointed out the direction of the city, and said loudly: "My people, the enemy has raised the butcher knife, what should we do?"
"The bloody battle to the end!"
"The bloody battle to the end!"
…
At this time, the momentum in Silvermoon City had reached its peak, and even many half-elf soldiers couldn't wait to meet the Eastlanders hand-to-hand and fought to the death.
This would never happen to the former half-elf.
The city would have surrendered long ago.
Although today's half-elf army lacks training and their combat effectiveness may still be low, their fighting will has never been so strong.
Amidst the deafening shouts of killing, the tragic siege finally kicked off.
Soldiers gather like ants, arrows like locusts.
The densely packed soldiers of the eastern border braved the rain of arrows to fill up the ditch, rushed to the bottom of the city wall, set up a ladder, and then climbed up.
What greeted them was arrows, stones, and hot oil that kept falling.
The shrill screams and painful cries suddenly became the main sound of this battlefield.
The glaring bright red that cannot be concealed and constantly flowing is the main color of this battlefield.
With the joint efforts of the half-elf and the people from the East, the upper and lower parts of Silvermoon City were completely turned into a flesh and blood mill.
The city wall became mottled during such a tragic battle, corpses accumulated on the top of the city, and blood flowed down the battlements, mixing with the blood stained on the city wall.
Let the once beautiful and exquisite Silvermoon City become terrifying and infiltrating.
The soil under the city has also become soft and muddy, with a faint dark red on it.
It wasn't until the sun went down that the eastern border army stopped their offensive that lasted for a day.
Countless soldiers receded like a tide, leaving behind a field of strangely shaped corpses.
These corpses surrounded Silvermoon City, as if hell had reappeared in the world.
Immediately, raging flames ignited inside and outside the city. It was the two warring parties burning corpses and cleaning the battlefield.
There was a stench of burning in the air, and it made me want to vomit.
After Marquis Vincent saw the tenacity of the half-elf defenders on the first day, he couldn't help feeling a little chill down his spine.
He couldn't understand at all, where did the weak and incompetent half-elf who surrendered immediately when he encountered the imperial army go
Why overnight, it seems to have completely changed a race.
What made him even more chilled was that he learned from the soldiers of the Eastern Realm who rushed to the top of the city and then withdrew that all the defenders were half-elves and there were no humans.
Therefore, the black cavalry army is probably not in the city!
This actually did not exceed the expectations of Marquis Vincent.
If he were Ke Lin, he would not have used a precious cavalry to defend the city, but should have deployed it outside the city, and waited until the eastern border army had not conquered the city and was exhausted, and then fought out from behind, and the final decision was made.
It is precisely because of this black cavalry army who does not know where they are hiding that even when Marquis Vincent is attacking the city, he feels like he is on his back. He dare not attack with all his strength, but wants to leave most of his troops Guard the rear.
At this time, the Marquis Vincent was already caught in a dilemma.
The idea of withdrawing troops came to his mind again, but was ultimately rejected by him.
He couldn't retreat back to the East Territory in such a desperate manner.
Otherwise, it will be difficult for him to wash away the shame of being defeated by the half-elf throughout his life.
With such a disgrace, how could he inherit the title of Duke of the Eastern Realm with peace of mind? How to make the vassals of the Eastern Realm willingly swear allegiance to him
Most of the Pegasus Legion has been lost in his hands. If he still can't take Silvermoon City, then he can't even pass his father's test.
You know, the Duke of St. Pros has many children, especially Earl Evan, who is so smart that his father is a little afraid.
He, Vincent, is not the only candidate for the duke title.
Therefore, Marquis Vincent could only grit his teeth and continue to attack the city.
At this time, he is like a gambler who has lost his eyes. He knows that if he continues, he will only lose his family and property, but he can't stop it at all.
At dawn the next day, amidst the sound of rumbling military drums, the siege battle started again.
Primitive, bloody, brutal...
Human lives are just cold numbers in such battles, and will not attract the slightest bit of pity or hesitation from the commander.
It is true that there is no room for too much kindness when the army is fighting, it is a symbol of weakness.
Once the enemy discovers and uses it, it will be the beginning of disaster.
At this time, the casualties of the half-elves were also extremely serious, but fortunately, Queen Aisha and Colin's previous operations successfully stimulated their blood, and a large number of recruits were immediately recruited into the army and quickly replenished to the top of the city.
Queen Aisha would visit the tower in person every once in a while.
Whenever her figure appeared, the half-elf soldiers on the front line would explode with astonishing fighting power.
However, compared to the half-elves, the army in the east is still more elite.
On the third day, the southern wall of Silvermoon City almost fell.
Fortunately, Colin saw that the situation was not good, so he quickly asked Knight Rego and Knight Telde to lead the army of the Angelet family and the army of the St. Hilde family to help, and then drove off the soldiers from the east.
This setback made the people of the Eastern Realm feel a little hopeless.
On the fourth day, the siege was temporarily halted.
(end of this chapter)