In fact, it was the right decision for Matthew Bard to order the vampire Belitez to lead the vanguard to attack the Spire Palace after receiving the news. This was because when Belitez led the vanguard of the undead to set off from Musillon, Leon's army had just finished building the pontoon bridge with the help of the dwarven engineers.
"Faster! Faster! We don't have much time left! " Almost all of the knights were shouting orders to transport the supplies and assist in the defense of the city. After Laing personally carried the cannons up the walls, the knights were forced to help transport the supplies. After all, as the commander-in-chief, Laing had personally done the hard work, and none of them dared to stand still.
Many of the young knights complained that they were here to reclaim Musillon, not to be laborers. Laing's subordinate, Juan Carlos Sungazer, immediately said, "Sweat more in peace, bleed less in war!"
As soon as he said that, some of the knights immediately retorted, saying that the Brittany's knighthood was never about using long-range weapons. It was fine if the civilians used it, but the knights did not care about it.
True men should fight in close combat!
At this time, Laing, who was carrying a heavy cannon, walked up the walls step by step and said, "So it doesn't matter if the Spire Palace is lost? It doesn't matter if we let Musillon be ruled by the undead forever? "
This time, the knights did not say anything.
"It's been two hundred and eighty years. Ever since the last Duke of Connaught, Madred, was killed in the incident at Dore's Tower, there has been no more Duke in Musillon. This place has become a land of eternal sorrow and corruption. It's been two hundred years, and we've come here again and again, only to return in failure. Is this the way of chivalry? Is the way of knighthood to sit back and watch this land that the Lady has given us, and watch it rot forever? "
"For this war, we have been preparing for many years." Laing put down the heavy cannon and stood on the walls. He said to all the knights, "We attacked this castle in the cold night, we charged in the storm and snow, we killed in the night, and we won in the dawn. Now, after decades, our flag once again flutters on the Spire Palace, but this is only the beginning!"
"The undead also know the importance of the Spire Palace. Their counterattack will be incomparably fierce, and we only have about five thousand people. We have to defend this place against at least twenty thousand undead. Knights, we have no way to retreat, no way to escape. If we fail, tomorrow our corpses will wield the weapons we used when we were alive and turn around to slash at our comrades. Even so, it doesn't matter?" Laing said to all the knights, "If we die, the vampires will win, and this battle will be meaningless. Are you willing to die for nothing? Are you willing to become the undead's playthings?! "
Voices of opposition erupted from the knights as they loudly responded to Leon's words.
"No! Fight! Fight! "
"Destroy the undead!"
"Musillof the name For the Lady! For Brittany! "
"For Landuin! For Laing Macado! "
Laing nodded with satisfaction. He had a very high reputation in the Knight King Kingdom. Seeing that the knights' emotions had been stirred, he shouted, "We still have a chance! We can help our friend King Belegar move the cannons up the walls and transport the resources into the city. As long as we defend the Spire Palace, this place will belong to us in the future! The land of the kingdom will not be desecrated by the undead! Let us unite as one to defend the Spire Palace. Knights, stretch out your hands! For the Lady! "
"For the Lady!" The knights immediately began to help as if they had been injected with chicken blood. As soon as these strong professional soldiers joined in the work, the whole process became much faster.
Even so, it was still very difficult for the dwarven cannons to move up the walls. This was because the dwarven cannons were too heavy. For this attack on Musillof, Laing had almost all of the cannons and organ cannons that he had stored for many years, as well as the cannons of the Angran clan. There were hundreds of them in total.
Morgiana the Lake Goddess sat in the castle hall and gave out orders one after another. After the pontoon bridge was built, a mountain of food and all kinds of strategic resources were transported into the castle. There were countless bread bags, frozen vegetables, meat, fish, and some high-grade food for the knights and fodder for the horses.
"There's so much variety in this army." The knights from the Carcasson Duchy sighed. Duke Hubbard of Carcasson had sent a squad of five hundred knights and squires here to listen to Leon's orders. Some of the knights shook their heads when they saw the food: "Heavens, this food is almost as good as what we eat!"
The Duchy of Kakazon guarded the southern border of Brittany and was frequently attacked by the Orc War Gangs and the Green-Skinned Tribe. Hence, the Duchy was always in a state of war. Due to the frequent trade with Tyrell and Estalia, the Kakazon branch of the Goddess of War College was opened here. Both the knights and the serfs in the Duchy of Kakazon were extremely militaristic, which eased the conflict between them. When everyone was under threat, the knights would reduce taxes to encourage the serfs to "take charge of their own affairs". Almost all the serfs in the Duchy received military training in order to protect their country. As the Duke, Hubbard used his own laws to rule the Duchy.
In short, the knights and serfs in the Duchy had to tighten their belts and live a hard life. The Knight King of the Duchy of Kakazon had considered the situation of the Knight King of Kakazon. Every generation of Knight Kings would reduce the taxes of the Duchy of Kakazon, and Lake Goddess Morgiana would send Holy Grail Knights to patrol the southern border.
Even though the Carcasson Duchy shared a border with the Azeroth Forest, their relationship with the wood elves was very bad. The knights of Carcasson were very envious of the fact that Lain could trade with the wood elves, and they were also very jealous of the wealth of the Winford Duchy.
"The entire Kingdom is changing. Otherwise, three serfs wouldn't have been promoted to knights last year. Though they were the illegitimate children of nobles, I feel that if a serf can demonstrate his loyalty and valor, he'll be worthy of promotion, just like Lord Bertrand!" a young knight said with a smile as he carried a box of gunpowder.
"Mister Leofric, we're not winners in life like you are," a knight of Kakazon immediately retorted. "I know some serfs in your Winford Duchy are already eating as well as knights, but I hope I can eat as well as you!" A knight in his thirties grumbled, "I know some serfs in your Winford Duchy are eating as well as knights, but I wish I could eat as well as you!"
"If you want to eat as well as Leofric, it's easy. You just have to win the Crown of Knights!" The Paladin Jerrold said as he passed by with a dwarf-made cart. These dwarf-made carts were very popular in the Knight King. They were easy to use and had exquisite workmanship.
Leofric Kallar, the second Champion of the Knight Conference after Suria, was only 25 or 26 years old. He was still from the Wanford Duchy. He defeated 20 other knights in the Knight Conference and was rewarded by the Regent of the Kingdom, Lauren. Lauren promoted him to a Knight of the Kingdom and gave him a pure-blooded Elven warhorse. Not only did he win fame, but he also won the favor of a beautiful noble lady. Helen, the daughter of Duke Hubert of Kakazon, fell in love with this young knight and fell in love with him. It was said that the two were preparing to get married.
In Brittany, there were not many ways for an ordinary knight to win the heart of a Princess, but winning the Crown of Knights was one of the most effective ways.
Leofric was a winner in life, just like Laing was in the past. Three consecutive Champions of the Knight Conference were from the Wanford Duchy (Julius, Suria, and Leofric), which showed how rich and powerful the Duchy was.
"Sir Jerrold!" Leofric Kallar hurriedly stood up and greeted him.
"Now is not the time to chat. Hurry up! If there are no accidents, the Vanguard of the Undead will arrive this evening! "Jerrold said as he pushed the cart full of wooden boxes. No one knew what was inside.
"Yes, sir!" the knights replied loudly.
Gerrod nodded and pushed the cart up the city wall with all his might.
On the wall, the dwarves and the knights worked together to lift the cannons up. Even with the help of the knights and squires, the speed of moving the cannons up the wall was still very slow. Laing was sweating all over. He struggled to put down a cannon and said to Jerrold, "Thank you for your hard work, Jerrold."
"Sir Laing, at this speed, we can only put less than thirty cannons on the wall before the Vanguard of the Undead arrives." Jerrold put down the cart and said worriedly, "If that's the case, once the Vanguard of the Undead starts to attack, we will have to stop moving the cannons. Then most of the cannons won't be of any use in the defense."
"They'll be of use." Laing took a towel from Teresa and wiped his face. He looked at the boxes Jerrold carried and smiled. "By then, the wall will be full of cannons."
"By then?" Jerrold looked at the sky. It was already three o 'clock in the afternoon. No matter how he calculated, the Vanguard of the Undead would arrive before six o' clock.
"It'll be full." Laing gestured for Jerrold to open the wooden box. When Jerrold saw what was inside, the paladin's eyes widened. "What's this?!"
"That's right. I said it'll be full." Laing grinned cunningly. "I'm a man of my word."
… I'm the treacherous Section Dividing Line …
It was February in the Steeple Palace. The sky began to darken around five o 'clock.
The Vampire Lord of Muxilon, Berit, had already led an army of more than nine thousand undead to approach Muxilon.
His second-in-command was the Vampire Lord of the Von Karstein family, Hal Harris. If anyone remembered, this guy was the contact Laing had when he came to Muxilon in disguise. This Vampire Lord was kept in Muxilon by Man Frey. On one hand, he was his representative, and on the other hand, he wanted to gather information.
"There are many strange things about the fall of the Steeple Palace. No matter what, it shouldn't have been taken in just one day." Hal Harris rode on his undead warhorse and said to Berit, "So I suggest we delay the attack and send out enough people to scout the surroundings of the Steeple Palace first!"
"No! We must follow Duke Matthew Bard's orders and attack the Steeple Palace directly! " Berit refuted Hal Harris' suggestion, "We can't stop. We must attack before the Southerners perfect their defenses!"
The Vampire Lord closed his eyes and snorted. "Alright, I'll listen to you. But I want you to know that being too loyal to your master is no good. If you always listen to his arrangements, you'll lose yourself."
"Neither of us is wrong. It's just that our goals are different from the beginning." Hal Harris did not want to repeat the topic, "Tell me, Matthew Bard's lackey, what is your battle plan?"
"We will arrive at the Steeple Palace at 5: 30. I plan to choose a wall with weaker defenses and attack directly." Berit ignored the temptation and provocation in Hal Harris' words.
To a certain extent, Hal Harris was right. The Von Castein Vampire Lord's goal was indeed different from Berit's. Hal Harris wanted to gather his own army and become a lord with real power, while Berit wanted to take revenge on his half-brother, Kalad.
The vampires of the Von Castein Family were all like this. They were always planning to improve their status, gain more power and authority, and dominate the world.
Berit knew that there was an undercurrent under the calm surface of Muxilon. Due to the failure of many wars and plots, Matthew Bard's rule was not stable even with the help of Lich King Arkham. Many vampire lords were very dissatisfied with his behavior of retreating to Muxilon. According to the rumors, the Von Castein Family seemed to be adding fuel to the fire.
Looking at Hal Harris' bald head and the strange expression on his face, Berit seemed to have understood something.
But now was not the time to think about this problem. Unknowingly, they had arrived at the Steeple Palace.
The Brittany army was ready. Human gunners, dwarven gunners, and serf archers had gathered on the wall, ready to meet the enemy.
But what shocked the two Vampire Lords was that …
So many cannons!
So many dwarven cannons!
Dwarven cannons were densely arranged on the wall. Just one wall alone had more than fifty cannons installed! A row of black cannons were aimed at the vanguard of the undead, as if announcing their doomed fate!
"Impossible! This is impossible! The Steeple Palace has only been lost for a day. How did these southerners move so many cannons up the wall?! "Berit's eyes widened. He said in disbelief," I don't believe it! "
But the results of his investigation told him that the southerners had completed their defense. Every wall had dozens of dwarven cannons installed!
The vampire lords who did not believe in heresy tried to attack once. Immediately, several cannons on the wall opened fire, blasting the two suicide squads formed by Berit into pieces.
"Kaboom! Baby!" The dwarf engineer, Dugan Ironman, laughed loudly on the wall, "Come! Undead scum! Your Grandpa Dugan is waiting for you here! "
"Damn it! We're too late! "Berit roared in grief and anger," Retreat! Retreat first! When the Duke arrives with the main force, we'll discuss how to reclaim this castle! "
"Retreat!"
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