Prince Arthas was right. This was the only way he could save the majority of his people. To be so resolute and resolute at such an inexperienced age was definitely a rare and valuable quality.
Arthas was also wrong. This was the same as abandoning his own people, even if it was only a small part of them. In this era where sacrifice, courage, and chivalry were emphasized, most kings who were brave enough would choose to send their generals or even personally lead the army to fight for a chance of survival for their citizens who had yet to enter the city.
Princess Kalia covered her mouth and nose in shock, looking at Arthas in disbelief. It was as if she had just met Arthas for the first time, and not as a good brother and sister who had been in love with each other for 13 years.
"Sister! Father took away almost all the generals and mages! He didn't even leave any champion knights for me! "Arthas complained angrily.
Yes, no matter how brave a general was, he could not lead a group of pigs to victory.
The pressure on the Western Front was too great. In the Silverpine Forest, Grom Hellscream's ferocious attack was undoubtedly the best feint. King Terenas was forced to take away almost every professional soldier in Lordaeron, except for the royal guards.
Other than a small number of archers, most of the soldiers defending the city were farmers who only knew how to use pitchforks a month ago. They could not even put on their armor.
"Sister, you stay here." After saying this, Arthas left Kalia in a daze and walked down the tower. Molev followed closely behind.
"Molev! Send a small team of royal guards to stand by. If the east gate is breached, immediately bring my sister to the west and find my father. "
"Your Highness, what about you?"
"As long as the men of the Menethil Family are not dead, no one can take Lordaeron away from us." Arthas's voice was sonorous. "Send my order. Have all the generals on standby lead their troops to the east gate."
Arthas quickly put on a slightly larger set of exquisite armor — this was a gift from his father, King Terenas, when he was 12 years old. The precocious young Arthas looked mighty and majestic, but that was all. His body hadn't fully grown yet, so he couldn't pick up the warhammer he wanted to use the most. He could only grit his teeth and pick up a large double-edged broadsword.
When he rode his horse to the east gate under the escort of the guards, he was shocked to find that the gate was still open. A large number of citizens from the surrounding towns and villages of Rotterdam City had yet to enter the city. Because they were reluctant to part with their life's wealth, they became even more flustered when they heard the rumbling footsteps behind them. They desperately tried to squeeze into the narrow city gate with their belongings.
Arthis grabbed the guard's breastplate, "I've given the order to close the gates immediately! Why didn't you close the door? Do you want to kill 300,000 citizens of Rotterdam? "
The guard at the gate argued loudly, "But they are our neighbors and good friends! I know quite a few of them. Sister Mary, the traveling merchant Annon who always goes to the Silver Pine Forest … "
"They're here!" Molev exclaimed.
Arthis followed the guard captain's finger and looked to the east.
It was different from the view from the balcony of the tower. From this angle, he could first see a small forest a kilometer away, then the lake further away.
At this moment, the fastest group of Orcs had already rushed out of the small forest.
The Orcs were charging at a very fast speed. Although they were not as fast as the fastest horses, they were not much different from the full speed of a pack horse.
Arthis grabbed the monocular from the hands of a general next to him, and he immediately saw a shocking scene.
These green-skinned beasts had the same body size as the strongest humans. They had explosive muscles and huge beast-like heads.
However, he couldn't see any large siege weapons, except for some heavy logs that he thought were giant warhammers, and some crudely made but shockingly long ladders. What shocked Arthis the most was that the height of these ladders matched the height of the city walls of Rotterdam!
Other than that, what entered his vision were giant hammers, axes, and extremely blunt swords that humans couldn't wield. He was also sure that they definitely had iron hooks and ropes.
They were unimaginably barbaric, but they had extraordinary intelligence.
"Ahhhhh — —" The people under the city gate screamed even louder. They crazily squeezed into the city gate, pushing and shoving each other. The more panicked they were, the more they squeezed into the city gate. The drawbridge of the moat was filled with people and animals pulling carts. Arthis's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw a carriage overturned on the drawbridge.
A horrifying scene appeared in his and the other guards' minds.
In less than ten minutes, those brutal green-skinned beasts would step over the corpses of these idiots who wanted to squeeze into the city. They would rush into Rotterdam through the city gate that was wide open because of these guys, turning the entire city into a sea of fire and pushing 300,000 people into hell.
"Shoot! Shoot at those mobs! "Arthis's fierce shout was like that of a devil.
"But, those are our brothers and sisters!" The guard at the city gate shouted. He looked like he was about to cry.
The next moment, his voice stopped abruptly. He had never imagined that his head would be cut off by the most respected Prince Arthas with a single strike.
At least a hundred people witnessed this scene, and each of them was so shocked that their mouths were wide open, unable to close.
"Bastard! For the safety of 300,000 people! In the name of Arthis Menethil, I order you all to shoot! Otherwise, all of you will die with these mobs! "
The thunderous shout finally woke up the stunned archers. They gritted their teeth with tears in their eyes and started shooting!
The citizens of Rotterdam who were rushing into the city cried even louder. They would never imagine the scene of their own country's soldiers shooting at them even in their nightmares. Almost instantly, there was not a single living creature on the entire drawbridge. The citizens near the moat beside the drawbridge screamed in fear and scrambled to escape from this land of death.
"Shoot anyone who dares to go near the drawbridge!" Arthis shouted with tears in his eyes, "Melev, take some people and push everything on the drawbridge into the moat. Then, raise the drawbridge as fast as possible."
Melev did as he was told. They pulled every single citizen who was still in shock into the city and pushed most of the corpses and debris into the moat. However, an overturned carriage was firmly pinned down on the drawbridge. It was a carriage that carried food. The two horses were already dead. However, the dead horses' corpses and the food that was tied up too well were at least two tons heavy. It was not something that could be solved by manpower.
In the past, such a situation would take a long time. Now, it was almost impossible to solve it in less than ten minutes.
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