Translator: Noodletown Translated Editor: Noodletown Translated The morning glow illuminated the sky red.
White clouds floated in the blue sky. Victor opened his hazy eyes and lifted the animal skin blanket covering his body. He stood up from the city wall and stretched, rubbing his face with his palms, wiping away the large lump of gunk at the corner of his eyes. He turned to look at the noisy drill ground not far from the city.
"Damn it, I can't live like this anymore. It's so noisy early in the morning every day that I can't sleep …" Victor muttered as he kicked a few of his men who were snoring on the city road. "Wake up, wake up! Don't sleep anymore. When the patrol comes and sees that you're still sleeping, they'll give you a good whipping! Wake up now … "
This was the north gate of the capital of Wendeli. Victor was a decurion in charge of guarding the city gate. His team of ten was responsible for opening and closing the city gate, as well as taking advantage of the peddlers entering the city.
"Boss, it's still early. Why did you wake us up? The city clock hasn't rung yet. We don't have to open the city gate until eight o 'clock. Look, the sun hasn't even risen yet. Let's just take a nap for a while, "a wily veteran named Krisha said with sleepy eyes.
Victor was furious. He went over and gave him two hard kicks. "You still have the cheek to say that? If it weren't for you and Fat Ba insisting that I bet everything yesterday afternoon, not only did I lose all of my team's allowance, but I also had to replace the old wolverine's team on the night shift. Otherwise, we'd be sleeping comfortably in the barracks. Why would we go up to the city wall and blow in the wind the whole night?! "
Krisha was unconvinced. "That's because your hands are bad. The old wolverine rolled one, three, four, and it was obvious that he was giving away money, but you just rolled one, two, three. Didn't you see the smile on the old wolverine's face at that time? You didn't want to admit defeat after losing all your money and proposed another bet. If you lost, our team would replace Old Wolverine and the others on the night shift on the city wall. In the end, Old Wolverine threw three sixes in one go. Isn't it because of you that we had to go on the city wall? "
Victor's face turned red when he heard what Krisha said. He was even a little angry. "Then why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you make me bet all my money? When I lost all my money, I told the old wolverine to bet on their night shift. Didn't you and Fatty Ba not object at that time? You've already lost, what's the use of nagging now … "
"Can you guys stop arguing? It's so early in the morning and it's already annoying. Why don't you think of a way to get some warm food to warm your stomach? Damn it, those lazy bastards in the barracks would only think of sending us food at nine o 'clock. They had to serve those stupid birds and grandpas first. Maybe they won't send food until ten o 'clock … "A chubby veteran leaned against the wall and wrapped himself in a leather blanket.
Krisha immediately changed the target of the quarrel. "Fatty Ba, all you think about is eating. You're as fat as a pig …"
That fat veteran was very impatient. He opened his mouth and scolded, "It's none of your business. I'm broad-minded, unlike a petty person like you who cares about everything. Your heart is narrower than the tip of a needle. Lost is lost, the past is in the past. What's the use of nagging now? The only thing that makes me regret is that bullshit Grand Duke. When he came, we didn't have a good life. The good job of guarding the palace was gone. We were sent to guard the city gate. Not only did we lose some extra income, but our salary was also cut by half. Damn it … "
Fatty Ba's scolding immediately aroused the other soldiers' sympathy. For a moment, their greetings and disrespectful words towards Grand Duke Fisablun flowed endlessly. They were originally a large group of guards guarding the Rose Palace and were directly under the Queen's jurisdiction. Being on duty in the palace was a good job. Not only was the salary good, but from time to time, there would be nobles willing to pay a high price to inquire about certain secrets in the palace. There were also some indescribable benefits. Back then, Fatty Ba was a long-term guard stationed in the palace's kitchen. As a result, he ate too much good food and became fat like dough.
However, when Grand Duke Fisablun arrived, the first person he used to show his might was this large group of palace guards. The heads of the captain and a few platoon captains were hung in the square in front of the palace. Small soldiers like Victor, Klissa, and Fatty Ba were sent to guard the four city gates of the palace, replacing the private soldiers of the nobles from the Southern Province.
In the past, in order to fight for the control of the four city gates of the palace, those nobles from the Southern Province had fought countless times in private. In the end, with a single order from Grand Duke Fisablun, they had no choice but to give face to the Ranger Legion at the border and obediently hand over the four city gates. In the process, they also sent themselves to a dead end. Without the city gates that they could freely enter and exit, they were like chickens trapped in the palace. Grand Duke Fisablun could slaughter them anytime he wanted …
Decurion Victor's face turned pale with fright at his subordinate's disrespect towards Grand Duke Fisablun. "Shh! Shut up! Don't drag me down even if you don't want to live anymore. Have you forgotten how many people His Highness the Grand Duke killed in the second half of last year? How many of those nobles who used to act tyrannically in front of us are still alive now? When we were sent to dig pits, we buried tens to hundreds of corpses at once. Have you forgotten how many of those nobles with power and influence we know were buried in the ground and turned into fertilizer? "
Seeing that his subordinate had shut his mouth and turned pale, Victor was very satisfied and continued to reprimand, "We are just small soldiers. If we behave ourselves, no nobles will bother with us. However, gossiping and badmouthing behind our backs is the biggest taboo. If someone hears it and it spreads out, it won't just be you, but the ten of us. It might even implicate our small team. None of those nobles are softhearted. As long as they move their mouths, all of our heads will fall to the ground! Do you understand? Now, raise your spirits and stand properly. The patrol team will come over in a while. Be more alert so that you don't get whipped. "
A miserable wail came from the large drill field not far away, but it quickly stopped.
Victor couldn't help but shiver and murmured, "I wonder which unlucky guy's head is going to be hung on the wall for public display again …"
Krisha said at the side, "Yesterday it was seventeen. I wonder how many more heads will fall to the ground today."
Fatty looked in the direction of the large drill field and said, "Boss, I heard from Old Pu Ke from the palace kitchen yesterday afternoon that the few thousand people gathered at the large drill field for training this time is the first batch. Grand Duke Fisablen has decided to reorganize the private soldiers left behind by these nobles and the garrison soldiers who were detained last year into a garrison legion. He even asked me to seize the opportunity to volunteer to participate. After all, I'm a two-star Black Iron, so it's not a big deal for me to enter a hundred-man squad leader. But now I realize that this idea is a little uncertain. How could such strict training be possible for a garrison legion? "
Victor nodded, "Yes, I heard from Captain Boston yesterday that this garrison legion is very strict in emphasizing discipline and obedience to orders. They are even stricter than regular field legions. It is said that in the future, they will be relied on to guard a few strategic locations. Therefore, the drill instructors sent by Grand Duke Fisablen are all cold-faced fiends, whipping and beheading at the slightest provocation. They kill without batting an eye. I advise you not to go and look for trouble for yourself. The punishment you will suffer in this legion is not small. You won't be able to bear it. "
"Boss, stop talking. The patrol team is here." A soldier with sharp eyes saw the figure of the patrol team coming over from the distant city wall.
The patrol team was formed by the personal guards of Grand Duke Fisablen. Every day, there would be a few teams patrolling around the capital. The patrol team that inspected the city wall was also made up of ten people, but all of them were at the level of Silver Qi. The patrol team wearing the standard military equipment of the Fisablen Family walking on the street was in itself a kind of deterrence and threat to those who were dissatisfied with Grand Duke Fisablen's actions.
"You guys are not bad. You have some spirit." It was very rare for the leader of the patrol team to be satisfied with the performance of Victor's team, "Who is in charge of you?"
Victor bowed to show his respect, "Sir, I am Decurion Victor."
The leader of the patrol team said, "Very good, Victor. The Grand Duke has ordered for these two days to open an hour earlier and close an hour later. In addition, the number of people guarding the city gate has been increased by two times. I believe your captain has already received the order. "
"Why?" Victor was a little curious.
The knight didn't ignore him and very amiably explained the reason for the order, "Because the winter wheat outside has been harvested, His Highness the Grand Duke has already ordered the winter wheat harvested from the ownerless territories to be transported to the capital. It is inconvenient to enter and leave the city gate, so the gate is opened earlier. Also, yesterday, the First Border Ranger Legion went to battle. I believe there will be news of victory very soon in these two days, so the closing is delayed to avoid missing the messenger. Understood? "
Viktor nodded and watched the patrol team leave.
Fatty Ba said excitedly, "Boss, if the transport team comes, we can get a bag of winter wheat to cook porridge. The porridge made from the freshly harvested winter wheat is fragrant and thick. It tastes great."
"We'll see. Look over there. Is the transport team coming? Such a long convoy, it's really early! Krisha, go and ask Captain Boston. Didn't he say to double the manpower? Why haven't they sent anyone yet? I won't open the city gate until they come. "Victor said as he looked at the long convoy of carriages that appeared at the end of the road in the distance outside the city.
The small team sent by Captain Boston was Victor's enemy, the old wolverine, and the ten people led by him. The old wolverine used to be a mercenary, a three-star Black Iron. Everyone forgot his name, they only knew that his nickname was old wolverine.
The clock in the city rang seven times. After a while, it rang seven more times. After a while, it rang seven more times. After a while, it rang seven more times.
"Time's up. Old wolverine, open the city gate. We won't go down. It's very tiring to run up and down." Victor stood on top of the city wall and shouted down.
The old wolverine scolded, "After winning yesterday, I thought I could find some time to go play in the city today. Damn it, Boston sent us another errand. I haven't even had breakfast before I was forced to come here. I hope he can't get it up when he sees his young wife in the future!"
Victor's team stood on top of the city wall and laughed. Victor's heart thumped and he shouted at the old wolverine, "Old wolverine, the transport team outside has arrived. Go get a bag of winter wheat and we'll go to the tower over there to cook porridge …"
It was unknown whether the old wolverine heard him or not, but he nodded and directed his men to open the city gate. Victor leaned on top of the city wall and looked down. He saw the long transport team arrive in front of the city gate. A few people jumped down from the carriage that was piled high with gunny sacks and negotiated with the old wolverine. Then, they took a gunny sack from the carriage and handed it to the old wolverine. The old wolverine stepped aside and the carriages slowly began to enter the city.
The person who took the gunny sack from the carriage stood next to the old wolverine and watched the carriages enter the city. He chatted with the old wolverine and even took off a large leather bag from his body and handed it to the old wolverine.
"Damn, it must be some ale or something. The old wolverine has really hit the jackpot this time." Victor thought jealously as he leaned on top of the city wall. But soon, he felt the city wall tremble slightly.
What was going on? Victor thought it was an illusion, but he heard Fatty Barley's trembling voice say, "Boss, boss … look … cavalry …"
Victor looked up and immediately froze. Countless cavalrymen were swarming towards the city. They didn't look like the 1st Ranger Corps that had set out yesterday at all. Even their armors and flags were different. They were clearly enemies …
"Enemy, enemy attack …" Victor finally managed to find his voice. He lowered his head and shouted at the old wolverine at the city gate. To his surprise, he saw the man who had been chatting and laughing with the old wolverine pull out a dagger stained with blood from the old wolverine's stomach. He raised his head and gave Victor a sinister smile.
It's over. The city gate was blocked by those winter wheat carriages and couldn't be closed. Even if the ten of them went down, they'd just be throwing their lives away. Those people were all enemies in disguise. The city was about to fall! At this moment, Victor felt that his mind was completely blank. What should he do? Right, these cavalrymen all came from the same direction as the 1st Ranger Corps. This meant that the 1st Ranger Corps was also done for …
Who was it that had the power to wipe out the first ranger corps and then rush to the capital of Wendelburi without stopping? Victor raised his head to look at the cavalrymen in the distance and saw a few familiar flags. "An image of a raging bear. Isn't that the Norton Family from the north? They're here again … Pegasus flags, so the Filim Family is here too … "
Clang! Victor threw his weapon on the city wall and knelt down on his knees.
"Boss, what are you doing?" Fatty Barley asked in confusion.
"Quickly throw away your weapons and kneel down like me. I'm trying to save your lives! When the people below charge up, they'll attack you if you're still holding your weapons. Quickly, throw them away and kneel behind me … "Victor shouted in exasperation.
… …
Laurist was the first to charge into Wenderbri King's City. His target was the Rose Palace. This was because Grand Duke Fisablon lived there. As long as they captured this old man, everything would become very simple. Without a leader, the Fisablon Family would be in a state of disunity. He could do whatever he wanted. Without Grand Duke Fisabulon, and with the Great Swordmaster Shandi imprisoned by the Second Prince, the Fisabulon Family would have no one to lead them. Viscount Christopher was his defeated opponent, and Princess Sylvia might come crying to him, begging him to spare the Fisabulon Family's life. She would agree to whatever he wanted …
Ugh, I'm thinking too much. The most important thing now is to capture that old Duke Fisablon. Laurist wiped away the saliva at the corner of his mouth and continued to gallop towards the Rose Palace.
Behind him, the Pegasus soldiers from the Filim Family and the Bear Wrath Knights with the Bear Wrath Flag were pouring into Wenderbri King's City from the north gate. Ayer and Redi, who had hijacked and disguised themselves as members of the Winter Wheat Caravan, had led the family guards to pull the carriages that were blocking the city gate out. They were now anxiously looking for mounts to chase after Laurist.
After annihilating the Fisablon Family's First Border Ranger Legion in Walker Town yesterday afternoon, Laurist led the guards and the Bear Wrath Knights, as well as Count Filim's Pegasus Knights towards Wenderbri King's City at seven o 'clock in the evening. Bofinger and Malek led the Monolith Legion and followed behind. The task of cleaning up the battlefield was left to the Ferocious Tiger Ross' Flying Tiger Legion.
Originally, Laurist wanted to launch a night attack on Wenderbri King's City. However, when he was less than ten miles away from the city, he realized that everyone was exhausted. Laurist had no choice but to order everyone to camp in the wilderness and take a good rest. After all, a battle had just ended and they had traveled for an entire night. Even an iron man would not be able to take it.
Laurist thought, I might as well just attack. However, before six o 'clock in the morning, the patrolling knights discovered a long line of transport caravans. After surrounding them and questioning them, Laurist was overjoyed. The heavens were truly fulfilling their wishes. There was a way to break into the city. Ayer and Redi led the guards to impersonate the transport caravans and quickly seized control of the north gate. Wenderbri King's City fell into Laurist's hands just like that.
The guards of the King's City finally sounded the alarm horn, and the alarm bell rang in a panic. A few patrolling troops bravely launched a counterattack against the enemies on the streets and the city walls, but they quickly fell into a pool of blood …
Laurist finally saw the two golden doors of the Rose Palace. He pulled out his longsword and urged his horse to charge towards the palace guards who were waiting in formation …
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