Chapter 102: The beginning of the war

The sound of the catapult's "roar" shocked Locke's eyelids.

Without participating in the siege of hundreds of thousands of people, you simply can't imagine how magnificent and magnificent the scene is, stone bombs are flying, giant crossbows are screaming, countless arrows are flying over the soldiers' heads. It's not a joke to catch a cool under the arrows.

The soldiers of the Third Corps of the Eagle Corps have rushed into the attack distance of the city of Otis. Although the Third Corps has been criticized by the two marquises of the Eagle Corps, they have been criticized for their disobedience and mixed combat effectiveness. But today's siege warfare, this group of soldiers, proved themselves, not all are as judged by the marquis.

As a side of the city, the attack range of the guards in the city of Otis occupies a high terrain, and it is far longer than the side of Forstan.

The archers belonging to the soldiers of the Third Corps had not yet drawn out their arrows, and the enemy's sky and rain had been scattered.

"Lift the shield! Lift the shield!" Each captain shouted at his men.

Although the Third Corps ranks lowest among the four Corps of the Eagle Corps, it is, after all, a corps that has participated in several years of war. Although it cannot be said to be an elite warrior, most of them are veterans. This is Not bad.

"Brush, brush, brush." ​​Each soldier raised his shield. The direction is to the left of the top of the head. This direction can just block the arrow that hits his heart and the top of the head.

This is Locke's first time watching a battle in the distance.

The location of their battalion is now a position at the junction of the Lions and Eagles.

This location is wonderful, not only a slightly steep hillside, but also far enough from Otis city. Don't worry that the warring parties will spread here.

Locke even tried the bow and arrow himself, and the arrows shot from here didn't even reach a quarter of the distance to the city wall.

I am afraid that only the big killer like the catapult can only reach the longest range.

Locke didn't worry about their safety at all, because behind him was the gate of the magician's camp.

"Princess, your prince has just issued an order, which requires us to use a third of the magic power to suppress the head of the city of Odis." said a black robe magician, holding a crystal ball in his hand, it seems to convey the receiving message Purpose.

"Got it!" Angelina attended the dress before Locke, but she only wore a black leather jacket, showing the beautiful and beautiful figure of Her Royal Highness.

It is a pity that a group of magicians here will not appreciate it. In addition to their status, the youngest magician here is also over 40 years old.

Although magicians are more powerful than knights of the same rank, their advancement is also much harder than knights.

Those who can be drawn to the united barrack magician unit are the worst low-level magic apprentices, and the highest are high-level magic apprentices.

Here Angelina is actually the youngest and youngest.

However, no one would disagree with Angelina, the magicians are sloppy people, this leader's vacant position, really few people can see, not to mention Angelina is still a princess.

In addition, the identity of Angelina's mentor also made this group of magicians respectful enough.

Forstan’s only apprentice at the peak of magic is the identity of Angelina.

"Master Mumbai, you will be led by the first and second magic groups." Angelina politely said to a white-bearded old man beside her.

"Okay!" After the old man with a white beard answered in a concise way, he took more than ten magicians out of the camp.

In the distance, under the gates of the city of Audis, the forefront troops of the Third Corps are close to the gate. The massive arrows and rolling stones make the soldiers of the Third Corps pay a lot of life every step forward.

"Go! Go! Go!" a squadron leader shouted, calling his men to rush up.

Rolling stones and beating wood on the city wall threw down without money. Smashing one after another, the Folstein soldiers.

During this time, Otis City has accumulated countless arrows and rolling stones. In addition, pots and pans of kerosene were burned on the side of the city, just waiting for Folstein soldiers to give them a stick when they approached.

The first batch of the Eagles' attack here consisted of the Third Corps. The Third Corps, which originally had 6,000 troops, and countless recruits and mercenaries who had just arrived on the front line, the overall number soared to nearly 10,000.

This is true not only of the Third Corps, but also of other Corps preparing to relay. The new troops recruited by the Kingdom this time have suffocated, and this has caused a huge shift in the population composition of Forstan.

At present, there are almost no conscripts in Fostein. The desperate offensive was aimed at killing Charlotte.

There are more than 6,000 people in the first batch of the Third Corps participating in the attack this time. On average, there are more than 3,000 soldiers in each city gate.

This is just the force of a corps. The Marquis de Marmen thought that as long as the soldiers of the Third Corps could lean up and entrap the enemies on the city walls, the soldiers of the remaining Corps could be brought closer with less loss.

In the final analysis, the soldiers of the Third Corps were only sacrifices, and sacrifices had to be sacrificed for the victory of Folstein.

Outside the camp of the Marquis Mammon, the nobles of Folstein gathered here to make a noise. Most of them are chiefs of soldiers of the Third Corps.

"Our battalion is nearly half damaged, why haven't there been soldiers on top?" cried a noble viscera full of intestines. The sound is loud and can be heard throughout the command headquarters of the Eagle Corps.

"Yeah, yeah!" There was another group of nobles echoing here.

They are not stupid. When the nobility guys are not stupid, good education level makes this group of nobles understand the plan of the military department at the moment when the war just started.

This is to take their team and go to the most intense first wave of defense in Audi City.

Let them shout their flags and fight Taipingquan. This kind of desperate work should be left to the regular army. This is the idea of ​​all the nobles present.

But it is a pity that they are now in trouble, and no one from the military department has come out to deal with them. The knights and soldiers guarding the periphery of the military did not know this group of nobles.

The aristocrats of the Third Corps were mostly small aristocrats in Forstan. Most of their soldiers are private soldiers in their own territory.

Ordinary soldiers would not let them in, and the senior officers of the military ignored it, which caused the group of nobles to explode.

Now on the frontline battlefield, every second of their team and soldiers are dying. These soldiers are not only the team they manage the territory, but also the weight they share the fruits of victory after the war, how can they be willing to cut their own meat What.

"If you don't let me in again, I will hack you!" said the fat man, pointing to a soldier who was standing in front of him.

The soldier was really unmoved, apathetic.

"Huh!" The fat nobleman was not joking. The nobleman had the right to dispose of the civilians. He killed the soldier, and at most lost some money afterwards.

"Brush!" The noble's long sword just pulled out of his waist.

"Brush! Brush! Brush!..." All the soldiers standing in front of them raised their spears. The tips of the spears rose slightly. If you look closely, you will find that they are pointing at this nobleman.

"You! You have to rebel!" The fat noble made a pig-like cry, and besides, the other nobles also clamored.

Unlike the noisy outside, in the camp, the current head of the Third Corps was sitting in the camp of the Marquis Mamen, shaking his hands and drinking tea.

The order of the attack was not given by him, but the Marquis of Mamen bypassed him and issued several deputy commanders of the Third Corps.

The commander of the Third Corps is also an earl, but as a nobleman whose territory is far from the capital, this earl is a full local faction.

He did not dare to violate the orders of the Marquis de Mamen. The orders given by the four Marquises of the Kingdom, no one but the king, could refuse.

Because of various factors, this famous nobleman in the kingdom of Forstan was under house arrest to drink tea at this time.

"How is the frontline?" Marquis Marmen ignored the noise outside and stared at Otis.

"The Third Corps has approached three hundred meters near the city gate, but it can't move forward," the herald replied.

"Have you reached the limit?" Marquis Mamen murmured.

It is not that the soldiers of the Third Corps are not giving strength, but the firepower in the city of Otis is too strong.

In front of a city where an average of 10,000 people are stationed, facing the current attack of only 3,000 by the Third Corps, the defense should not be too simple.

What's more, besides the ordinary fortification equipment, there are...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A beam of light beamed down from the gate of Otis.

The Kingdom of Charlotte, which is civilized with magic power, finally finally showed their magical heritage to the spies of various countries watching in the dark here.

Since the soldiers of the Third Regiment approached the city of Otis for one kilometer, they began firing uninterruptedly.

The dumping of each beam of light represents the demise of at least a team of ten.

In front of this unstoppable force, in addition to the strong cultivator who can practice it, he can avoid it at the time of launch with his sharper skills. Other soldiers can only pray that this magical power will not smash their own heads.

"The Charlottes are too desperate." Marquis Marmon observed the resistance above the city of Otis. Although the soldiers of the Third Corps suffered heavy losses, the marquis was smiling.

That's right, this wave is earned, and it's blood earned.

The Marquis de Marmen was not sure how many shells of the magic cannon were in the hands of the Charlotte, but he didn’t need to think about it and knew that there weren’t many, otherwise why he didn’t see this kind of killer on the battlefield before.

Either it is scarce, or it has just been invented. Or is it both?

But because the Charlotte defenders were not desperate, their king stood on the city head, and the menacing Forstan soldiers put great pressure on these Charlotte defenders.

So far, the magic crystal shells have hit at least 30 rounds, close to one-eighth of the reserves.

This war only opened its head--

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