Chapter 778: Conflict Breaking Point
After receiving the order, Iliff immediately assembled his troops and divided them into three parts, launching attacks from the east, north and south of Belle Town. As for the west, there were tens of thousands of Haina troops here.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Mines Army began to attack the city.
After three rounds of arrows, the two sides began to fight.
The 8,000 troops of the Forest Free Alliance and the 20,000 soldiers of the Mines Army fought each other in an area of only two square kilometers.
Outside the town, the remaining 20,000 soldiers of the Mines Army strictly guarded the important roads to prevent anyone from escaping from here.
On the wall of the stone castle, Gesor waved his sword and killed a ferocious enemy soldier.
At this time, a trace of regret surged in his heart.
If he had listened to Rex's advice and retreated the troops outside the town, perhaps the current situation would be different.
"Master, we can no longer withstand the enemy's attack!"
More and more soldiers of the Mines Army rushed onto the crumbling walls, constantly squeezing the living space of the defenders.
Gesor looked back and saw that only more than 100 of the 200 guards his father had sent him were still alive.
"Retreat to the inner castle."
At the critical moment, Gesor put away his distracting thoughts, gathered the remaining troops, and evacuated to the inner castle of the stone castle.
Under the desperate cover of more than a dozen guards, the remaining dozens of guards were able to escort Gesor into the castle.
Close the heavy door to isolate the inside and outside.
Hearing the noise outside, Gesor looked a little scared and leaned against the wall, not knowing what to do.
"Master, at this moment, we can only..." A high-level silver knight came to Gesor and said in a low voice. After struggling for a moment, he finally said the word he was most reluctant to say in his life.
"Yes, I am the son of the Earl of the Kingdom of Apfeng. I have the right to enjoy the treatment of a prisoner, and I can still surrender."
Gesor showed a look of joy on his face, handed the knight's sword in his hand to the high-level silver knight, and ordered other guards to make a white flag.
Seeing the cowardly look of the people they protected, the surviving guards felt humiliated, but they had to obey Gesor's order.
A wooden pole and a white underwear, assembled by a guard, became an important "flag" that could surrender to the enemy.
The gate was broken open, and hundreds of soldiers rushed into the inner castle, with hot blood on their armor.
Looking at the flag that was erected, everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
I thought I could grab the credit of killing the general, but I didn't expect the other party to be so unethical.
"Tie them up and take them to see the general."
The battalion commander gave the order, and the other soldiers naturally chose to obey, and found a thick rope to tie up the group of surrendered people.
Nearing night, Belle Town returned to the hands of the 15th Army.
More than 4,000 soldiers of the 8,000 Woodland Free Alliance were killed and more than 3,000 were captured.
When the sun set, Devonshire came to the prisoner camp with the support of a group of generals.
"Bring the people up."
"Yes, sir."
Iliff replied, and then assigned an officer to bring Gesor and the officers of the Forest Free Alliance Army.
When Gesor was brought to Devonshire, there was arrogance and contempt in his eyes.
As for the other thirteen officers of the Forest Free Alliance, they were dejected and worried about their future fate.
"You gave the order for the Belle Town incident."
"It was me."
Gesor admitted it openly without any concealment.
Looking at the stupid nobleman in front of him, Devonshire instantly figured out the whole story.
"Take him and his trusted guards to Srivili City and hand them over to the Lord for disposal."
"Yes, sir."
Iliff took the order and immediately ordered his subordinates to put Gesor up and put him in a cage, and sent his own guards to escort him to Srivili City.
Ignoring the noble treatment that Gesor called out, Devonshire cast his eyes on the forest people kneeling on the ground.
Perhaps because of the blood in his body, the forest people have green hair color, slightly pointed ears, and above average appearance.
"General, do we need to execute them all?" Carlisle, the chief general of the Haina Army, asked softly. As long as Devonshire gave an order, he would immediately take his men to kill all the captives.
"Since you made a mistake, you must bear the consequences." Devonshire thought for a while and ordered, "Take all these people to the Alan Army and hand them over to General Adrian for disposal."
"Yes."
After dealing with the captives, Devonshire ordered the two armies to demolish the buildings in Belle Town and build a city on this basis.
Three days later, a forest free alliance army with nearly 30,000 people arrived near Belle Town. After learning that Belle Town had fallen, they could only retreat more than ten kilometers to set up camp. At the same time, they sent people to the Billion District to report the matter and request a decision.
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In the main hall of the Lord's Mansion in Srivili City, Weilin sat on the main seat, looking at the culprit who caused the Belle Town incident, and began to think about how to punish him.
"I am the son of Earl Kailas of the Apfeng Kingdom. I ask for the treatment that a noble deserves." Gesor looked at the black-haired young man of the same age as himself on the main seat and said seriously.
Hearing what this guy said, Weilin smiled contemptuously and said, "If your father is captured by me, I may give him the treatment that a noble deserves, but who are you? You killed my people and still want me to treat you with courtesy. Do you think you deserve it?"
"You..."
Gesol was furious and was about to scold the other party, but he was directly pressed to the floor.
The sound of the floor breaking echoed in the hall, and everyone felt relieved.
This thing was captured but did not feel like a prisoner. He looked arrogant and thought he was at home.
Weilin raised his hand and put pressure on Gesol while observing his expression.
Losing the ability to speak, Gesol could only stare at the black-haired young man on the main seat with his eyes wide open, wishing to eat his flesh and drink his blood to wash away the humiliation he encountered.
Looking at Gesol who was pressed into the ground and still looked indignant, Weilin put away the power in his hand and did not play this guy who was only a low-level silver to death.
Killing him directly would be too easy for this guy.
Killing him with the knife of the Church of the God of Harvest, or even his closest relatives personally serving as the executioner, would be the best punishment for him.
"Lock him up in the shed for livestock."
"Yes, sir."
Two low-level silver knights entered the hall, bowed and saluted, then got Gesor out of the floor, dragged his broken body out of the hall.
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