Longsong Stronghold was located on a tributary of the Redwater River, and the whole city was divided into two parts by the river. Most of the residents lived on the west bank, while the east bank was a compact farmland.
Unlike other big cities that set farmland in the suburbs, the towering walls of Longsong Stronghold surrounded the residential areas and some farmland. It was not so much to resist the demonic beasts, but to prevent the attack of the same kind. Even if the city was surrounded by the enemy, Longsong Stronghold would not be cut off from supplies.
Because of this, the outer wall of Longsong Stronghold was cut off at the entrance of the river. Several thick iron ropes hung between the two sections of the wall. If the enemy intended to attack Longsong Stronghold through the Redwater River, as long as the hemp ropes were cut, the iron chains would slide into the river.
However, the Western Territory was rarely attacked by the fleet, so the iron chains were almost never used, and this time was no exception. Roland's fleet moved as fast as lightning, and by dusk, the outline of the walls of Longsong Stronghold could be seen. The smoke of the beacon still floated above the city, adding a bit of ink to the gradually darkening sky.
"The enemy is mainly concentrated in the area of the Lord's castle, and there are still a small number of militias fighting with the guards at the north gate, but it seems that they won't be able to hold on for long." Lightning had already investigated the situation in the city and reported in detail to the prince, "The number of people besieging the castle is about 200, and the first layer has been lost. The enemy does have a weapon similar to a gun, but it is completely different from the one we use."
"Is Pérot all right?" Roland was most concerned about the safety of his agent.
"He's fine, just a little frightened, but..."
"But what?"
"His family suffered a disaster," Lightning said, curling her lips, "Probably Sir Pérot received the news in advance and summoned his father to the castle, but the rest of his relatives in the territory... including the Countess, were killed by the nobles as hostages to force him to surrender." The little girl paused, "I found a chance to fly into the castle to meet him, and told him that you would arrive soon. He only asked me one thing."
Roland nodded, "Go ahead."
"An eye for an eye."
There was an unwritten rule among the nobles that it was rare to kill someone with a title. As a relative of the Earl of Honeysuckle, most of them had the title of Sir. But now, the four great families actually dared to completely fall out with each other. Apart from their hatred towards the Honeysuckle Flower for relying on Roland to earn a lot of benefits, the other reason was probably the forces behind them.
By now, Roland could basically confirm that it was the new king, Timothy Wimbledon, who was supporting the church to kill the nobles and helping the king to execute the rebels were two completely different things. He looked in the direction of the stronghold and said coldly, "Pass down my order. All troops are to enter the city and occupy the docks!"
Ayt heard footsteps below the city wall.
Numbly, he raised his flintlock and aimed at the dark hole under his feet. This was the only way to climb up the wall from the inside. After the enemy seized the gate, they launched several waves of attacks, but in the end, they failed to take down the northern part of the wall.
The battle had been going on since noon yesterday. He had never thought that he would be able to last so long in the biting cold wind. However, when he saw his teammates fall into a pool of blood one by one, he could no longer think about anything else.
"They're here again?" A spear appeared beside him. Ayt glanced to his side and found that it was his team leader, Copper Mountain.
"I heard something," he answered weakly, "but it's so dark now, I can't see how many people there are."
"They also don't know how many of us are left," Copper Mountain comforted him.
"Then... how many are left?"
Copper Mountain hesitated, "Five. Crow just breathed his last."
"Most of us won't live through tonight," Ayt said bitterly. From the initial fear and panic to the current numbness, he finally understood what his instructor meant when he said, "Only real battles can make you mature quickly." However, this did not change the predicament they were in. Of the three squads that had gathered together, only five people were left. Even if the enemy did not attack the top of the wall, they would still freeze to death due to the lack of food and winter supplies. "What's the use of surrendering now?"
"Surrender?" Copper Mountain snorted, "Didn't you hear what they were shouting? Wipe out the rebels! Even if we surrender, we'll still die. We might as well kill some of them here. "
Ayt knew his captain was right. Many of the soldiers of the Second Army who came to the rescue yesterday had been captured and beheaded. They were not nobles, so they had no value in ransom. But... he was not willing to die here.
The instructor had described all kinds of beautiful things about Border Town to him, and had also promised that as long as the Months of the Demons were over, the soldiers of the Second Army who performed well would be promoted to the First Army, and would also receive a new house for free. There was plenty of food, well water that would flow automatically when the valve was opened, and the room was heated without needing a fire...
He wanted to survive and go to Border Town to see the magical things his instructor had told him.
"They're coming!" Copper Mountain suddenly shouted and pulled the trigger. With the flash of the muzzle, Ayt saw the silhouettes of the enemies in the dark. Six or seven people were slowly climbing up with shields in their hands. He could even see their terrified faces.
Although the captain's shot did not hit the target, it had pointed him in the right direction.
He aimed at the figure that disappeared in a flash and fired.
The bullets hit the wooden shields with a dull thud. One of the men screamed in pain, followed by the sound of a heavy object rolling down the stairs. Seeing that they had been exposed, the rest of the soldiers desperately ran to the exit.
Copper Mountain was still reloading the gun, but his frozen hands affected his speed. Ayt shrank back and felt a chill in his heart when he reached for the gunpowder bag at his waist. It was empty. He had used up all the gunpowder.
According to his usual training, he should have put on the bayonet at this time.
He gritted his teeth and pulled out the bayonet. It took him a while to fix the sleeve on the gun, but before he could straighten the spear, the first enemy had already rushed out of the cave.
Copper Mountain decisively attacked and knocked the first enemy to the ground. However, the second enemy who followed closely behind stabbed the captain's long sword into his chest.
Ayt's mind went blank. He subconsciously thrust his spear out according to his training, but it hit the enemy's shield instead. The enemy kicked him to the ground, and the gun fell out of his hand.
"Am I going to die here?"
He looked up in despair, only to find that there was a shadow in the sky.
It should have been difficult to distinguish such a dark thing on a snowy night, but the shadow was too close to him. It was like a falling curtain of the night, falling rapidly toward him.
As the shadow became clearer, Ayt's eyes widened. It was a giant monster!
He swore that he would only see such a horrible monster in his nightmares. It had a bloody mouth, a head bigger than a calf, and its wings could almost cover the entire top of the wall.
The giant monster landed in front of Ayt and crushed the enemy who had just crawled out of the hole into a meat patty!
"Roar — — Ao — —!"
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