"Catch up with them!" Birig raised his battle axe.
The front line was gradually pushed past Aarhus Bridge.
Every barbarian crazily squeezed onto the bridge, wanting to drink more blood of the southerners because only in this way could they have a chance to win the attention of the God of Darkness.
If they wanted to become the champions of chaos, if they wanted to rise in endless glory, and become a true prince of demons, they had to seize any small opportunity in the eternal and bloody war to show their "usefulness" to the Evil God of Chaos. Only in this way could they get the favor of the God of Darkness and continue to climb the ladder of demon ascension.
According to the previous arrangement, Nord's army seemed to be unaware of the growing disadvantage of the battle. They retreated as they fought, without any awareness of defending the bridge to the death. They only ensured that every step they took would cost more lives for the barbarians.
Finally, Nord's army retreated from the Aarhus Bridge. The entire bridge was filled with barbarians. They cheered loudly for another victory, and then greedily rummaged through the bodies of the dead for weapons, armor, and coins.
They didn't know what was waiting for them.
When more barbarian warriors poured into Aarhus Bridge, the Walnut Knight Niklai judged that the time was ripe, so he gently took out an arrow and lit the tip of the arrow.
"Damn Northerners! We Nords want to give you a big gift! A big treasure that we have carefully prepared! "Niklai shouted with a laugh.
"Damn Northerners! Taste the big treasure that belongs to us Nords! "The Nords' army also shouted.
"Don't block the bridge! Don't block the bridge! Rush over the bridge! Kill all those lowly southerners! Don't block the bridge! " Birig suddenly realized something and hurriedly shouted, indicating that his soldiers should immediately chase after the enemy.
It was too late.
“boom！！！！”
The earth shook, and the river flowed backward.
The earth-shattering explosion blew up the thirty-meter-long stone bridge of Aarhus Bridge. None of the barbarian marauders standing on it survived. Smoke and dust filled the air on both sides of the bridge, and rocks fell all over the ground.
Hundreds of barbarian soldiers and the stone bridge of Aarhus Bridge turned into scattered fragments.
"Hahahahaha! Birrigg, are you satisfied with our gift? " Lopes and Ike took care of the barbarian marauders one by one, then stood on one side of the bridge and shouted. The Walnut Knight laughed loudly and signaled for the soldiers to retreat. "If you're not satisfied, we have an even better gift for you in Mjolden Haven, and that is death!"
Ike's face was flushed with excitement. The wandering knight had single-handedly taken the heads of six barbarian raiders.
"We could have done more." Laing signaled for some of the soldiers to retreat, while the rest stayed behind to continue sniping at the barbarians. The crossbowmen crazily rained down arrows, and the barbarians fell one after another. Facing the broken bridge, the barbarians became live targets for the crossbowmen.
However, there was no smile on Ryan's face. According to his plan, they should destroy the trees and houses on the other side of the river as much as possible to prevent the barbarians from quickly building a new bridge. These barbarians were light and simple, so blowing up the bridge wouldn't buy them much time.
The remaining 200 crossbowmen and a dozen or so cavalrymen continued to fire arrows on the other side of the river, obstructing the barbarians from building a new bridge. There weren't many trees on the other side of the river, and Laing's group continued to fire arrows. The barbarians who tried to swim across the river all lost their lives, proving to Birrigg that this path was impassable. The barbarians could only obediently try to repair the bridge. Fortunately, the bridge was blown up, but the piers were still there. Birrigg judged that it wouldn't take too much effort.
In the long tug-of-war, the Nords shamelessly hid just outside the range of the javelins and axes. These annoying arrows caused a lot of trouble for the bridge repair work.
"Trash! Trash! " The barbarian champion, Kolorin, cursed as he signaled for the soldiers to hurry up. Time passed quickly, and the sun rose high in the sky. The barbarians had spent half a day repeatedly cutting down trees and building bridges.
The arrows on the other side of the bridge gradually stopped, because the crossbowmen had used up all their arrows. Laing signaled for them to retreat, leaving only a few wandering knights and two Royal Knights behind.
"Our plan was a success, Mr. Laing. The barbarians have been stalled here for half a day," Nicolorin said joyfully. The Nords hadn't suffered too many casualties today, and the barbarians had already left more than 500 corpses behind.
"It would be even better if we could cut down some more trees on the other side of the river." Laing nodded. After such a delay, the barbarians' footsteps were tied up by the broken bridge, and it would be difficult for them to reach Mjolden Haven today.
Furthermore, they had also prepared a few extra 'accidents' for these damned barbarians.
When the Bearmen finished building the bridge, a group of barbarian raiders hurriedly stood on it, wanting to quickly cross the river and eliminate the Nords on the other side.
"Three, two, one ~ down!" Nicolorin's last finger fell, and the tampered bridge collapsed under the weight of a human, and was washed away by the river. The temporary wooden bridge, which had lost its support, fell apart, and a dozen more unlucky barbarians fell into the water. The bone-chilling cold of the river gradually drowned out their senses.
The wooden bridge that had taken half a day to build became useless.
"Hahahahaha!" The remaining barbarians on the Nords' side laughed, and Laing nodded slightly. With the wooden bridge collapsed, the barbarians would have to spend more time crossing the river, which would take at least another half a day. No matter how they calculated, the barbarian army had been delayed for an entire day.
The Empire's army would arrive the day after tomorrow, leaving only one day for the barbarians to attack the city. If the barbarians couldn't break through the city in a day, they would face the danger of being pincered by the Empire's army. The quality and quantity of the Empire's reinforcements were simply incomparable to these defenders.
Whether it was attacking the city with all their might or not, Laing was confident that he could rely on the city walls to defend the city.
"Hahaha! Stupid Nord pig, you think you can hold me back like this?" Birage didn't seem to care and laughed. "Let me think, do you think you can hold on until the Empire's reinforcements arrive?"
"Go back and take a look at your city. See what happened to it." A black crow flew to the barbarian chief's hand, and the crow, which symbolized evil and wisdom, whispered to the barbarian chief. The barbarian chief nodded with satisfaction.
“？？！！” The smile on Nicolai's face gradually disappeared, and the joy of victory faded from the faces of the remaining barbarians.
"Enough, Birage. You sacrificed 500 lives in exchange for less than 100 of our losses. I wonder what your evil god will think of you? A stupid coward? Or a lousy leader? Your laughable tactic is to send your soldiers to their deaths? Then I think you will never have the chance to gain the favor of the evil god in this life. " Laing retorted, and then immediately ordered the remaining barbarians, ignoring Birage's red and green expression. "The mission target has been completed. Let's retreat quickly!"
"Yes!" Several barbarian heads were hung on their horses, and some even got more. They had a great harvest this time, and everyone was satisfied. They were more convinced of Laing's orders.
The Nord army retreated in front of the barbarians. Before leaving, Nicolai retaliated by firing all the arrows in his quiver, killing another ten barbarian soldiers.
Riding on his horse, Laing told the Walnut Knight, "My plan is to stop Birage here until dark. Before we reach the port, we have to snipe Birage here for at least a day. Then even if we retreat back to the port, we only need to hold on for one night and half a day. The Empire's reinforcements will arrive. Relying on the city walls, we are fully capable of resisting the attack. Once the Empire's reinforcements arrive, we can turn around and destroy this tribe."
"Mjolden Haven's walls are high and thick. As long as we don't make any mistakes, it shouldn't be a problem to hold on for a day. Mister Laing, your plan is very successful." Nicolai praised Laing's plan, "Although we didn't hold on until dark as expected, Birage will at least reach the city by noon tomorrow. Then we only need to hold on for a day."
"I hope so," Laing said, "as long as there are no accidents."
"Fools! Weak! Scum! " Seeing the Nords disappear into the horizon, Birage finally exploded. The axe in his hand chopped off the heads of two incompetent barbarians in an instant. He then shouted angrily, "Kolorin! Take your men and make a raft for me immediately! We must cross the Ovle as soon as possible! Otherwise, the Empire's reinforcements will arrive! "
"But Chieftain, there isn't much wood around here. It will take time for us to cross the river!"
"Then go and do it quickly! We must cross the Ovle River before nightfall! "
"Yes!"
— Back to two days ago.
The Blood Axe Mercenary Group was resting in the Miyodengwen. The mercenary group that used to be strong and powerful was now only left with a few weaklings. The vice-leader Wayde's face was full of worry, but he still forced a smile and encouraged the mercenaries to grit their teeth and walk out of this difficult situation.
However, the barbarian invasion that followed gave Wayerth another blow. As a mercenary group, they were bound to be forcibly conscripted by the lord. Even though Albert opened his own treasury and took out a large sum of money to hire them, Wayerth knew that what Bloodaxe needed now was not income, but recuperation and recruitment.
The lord's orders were not to be rejected. The ones who came were still Albert's subordinates. If they refused, the lord's soldiers would be the next to come.
So, the mercenaries were reorganized into the city's garrison. Under the count's orders, the soldiers began to clear the area outside the city, burning down the houses and cutting down trees. Only Emilia was spared. Teresa Trovic, the councilor of Garland, suddenly came to take Emilia away from the garrison's officers, saying that she needed a 'helper'.
Banda was assigned to guard the east gate of Mjoden Haven. There were only two gates in this port city, the east gate and the south gate.
"What should I do? What should I do? " The mercenary's eyes glowed with a strange light. His footsteps were a little crooked, especially his left leg. Even though he was assigned to the camp, he still wore a long cloak to hide his appearance.
His fingernails grew longer and longer, as did his fingers. More importantly, he began to be inspired by more and more dreams. He gradually came up with a way to attract Trovic's attention.
The mercenary became more and more talkative. His words were as beautiful as the wine in winter and the warm sun. The soldiers in charge of guarding the city were soon won over by Banda's speech. After every shift, his strange stories became the soldiers' favorite. In just one day, Banda had gained everyone's trust.
The next day, seeing Laing leading an army out of the city, the mercenary standing on the city wall knew that his chance had come.
That night.
It was Banda's turn to be on duty with another soldier. The two of them would be guarding the noose at the city gate at night.
The cold moonlight shone on the two guards, and an uneasy atmosphere pervaded the garrison. The soldier who was partnered with Banda was shivering in the cold wind and kept cursing the barbarians. He only stopped when he had nothing else to say.
The soldier sniffed hard and then asked Banda, who was standing still, curiously, "What's wrong, brother? Do you think we can survive this war? "
"I don't know. I only know that my chance has come!" Banda walked quietly behind the soldier and looked down at the city tower in surprise. "Oh my god, what is that?"
"What?" The soldier ran to the battlements curiously and looked down, but found nothing. "What did you see? Banda? "
A cold dagger pierced through his chest. The soldier's mouth was covered. After twitching for a while, his thin body lost its vitality. "I saw death."
"Next …" the mercenary muttered to himself. He made the soldier stand still and then used the cold wall and spear to help him stabilize his body and ensure that his position was visible to many people.
"That's good." Banda had already received enough information from the soldiers who trusted him. He calculated the time when the guards changed shifts and secretly took advantage of the short gap to escape.
It had to be said that Banda was indeed talented. It was not without reason that he was accepted as a disciple by the great swordsman. If he had not fallen in love with Councilor Garland, his future would be very promising.
"Wait for me! Miss Trovic! "Banda hid himself behind the dark corridor of the tower and muttered to himself.
"I'll let you see immediately, the most beautiful …"
"The most beautiful fireworks."
"Boom!" In the early morning of the same day, the explosion at the east gate woke everyone in the city from their sleep.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? "
"What happened?"
"Oh no! The gate has fallen! "
"Did the barbarians attack?"
The citizens and refugees fell into extreme panic. People ran around to tell each other and trampled on each other. The port was crowded with people who wanted to escape by boat. Amidst the crying and jostling, people kept falling into the water. In the city, people crowded and trampled on each other. There were countless deaths and injuries. Despair filled the city.
The lord's castle.
Hearing the loud noise, Albert woke up from his sleep. He subconsciously reached out to grab the hilt of the sword at the head of the bed and shouted outside, "Guards!"
"Sir!" A few attendants immediately rushed in from outside.
"What happened? Tell me! Did the barbarians charge in? "Albert immediately realized what had happened and shouted at the attendants frantically.
"No, I don't know! We just woke up too, "the attendants replied in a panic. They were also confused.
The loyal soldiers soon sent news.
There was a huge explosion in the armory at the east city gate. The room where the city defense cannons were stored was detonated under unknown circumstances. More than 20 soldiers and mercenaries who were on night watch were either killed or injured. There were also a few who went missing.
The worst thing was not the loss of military power, but … the east gate had collapsed!
"Sir, the gate has collapsed! The hinges of the suspension bridge have also been damaged! " Valdemar rushed to the count's castle and said bitterly, "The east gate has been reduced to ruins. We have lost the protection of the city wall and are about to face a direct attack from the barbarians!"
"Who did it?! Who did it?! " Albert's eyes were bloodshot. He did not care that he was only wearing thin pajamas and grabbed Valdemar's collar crazily. "Tell me, who did it?!"
"I don't know, sir. A total of more than 20 people died in the explosion, and a few are missing. We can't find a suspect in such a short time." Valdemar said with a sobbing expression. "Sir, we are done for. We are done for. Without the city wall, how are we going to defend against Birig's army of 4,000 barbarians?"
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! "The count, who was in his forties, was frantically pacing back and forth in his bedroom.
"Count, let's run! Let's run to the south! " Valdemar walked behind Albert and said carefully, "There are a few passenger ships at the dock. The barbarians will only arrive the day after tomorrow at the earliest. We can board the ships first."
"And then? As the Count of Mjoden Haven, am I a coward who abandons his own territory? " Albert snorted and then looked at his knight. "I can't imagine, Valdemar, my knight. Is this the only thing you can come up with?"
"That's not what I meant, sir. What I meant was … we can do this." Valdemar really did not want to fight. His knighthood was inherited from his father. He was only in his thirties and had not lived enough life as a noble yet. "We can entrust the defense of the city to Nicolai and Laing! Then we can wait for the results of the battle on the passenger ships. If Nicolai and Laing can lead the defenders to defend the city, then of course, everyone will be happy … "
"What if they can't defend the city?" Albert sneered.
"If they can't defend the city … I mean if, then we can take the ship to sea temporarily. You know, our reinforcements will be here soon. We just need to hide at sea for a day or two. When the reinforcements from the Empire arrive, we can take the opportunity to land again and attack from both sides … Uh, attack from both inside and outside! This way, no one will think that we are running away. This is a strategy. That's right, a strategy! " Valdemar saw that Albert did not refute and thought that there was hope, so his tone became lighter. "What do you think of this idea?"
"You are really smart, Valdemar. It's not easy to come up with such a strategy. I want to reward you." Albert clapped hard, but the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth could not be removed. He shouted outside, "Emil? Bring your men in. I have something to tell you! "
"You don't have to do this. I'm just giving a suggestion. You are the one who makes the decision!" Valdemar was a little embarrassed, and his eyes flickered.
"Count!" Several fully armed guards rushed in from outside. They were all wearing full sets of armor, holding long halberds and sharp swords hanging from their waists.
Albert suddenly pulled out his sword and pointed at Valdemar, who was standing in front of him, and shouted angrily, "Take him down!"
"What?"
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