Chapter 102 The Beginning of the War

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The "roaring" sound of the trebuchet made Locke's eyelids jump.

If you don't participate in the siege battle of hundreds of thousands of people, you can't imagine how grand and spectacular the scene is. Stone bullets are flying, giant crossbows are neighing, and countless arrows are flying above the soldiers' heads. Cooling under the arrows is not a joke.

The soldiers of the Third Corps of the Eagle Legion, which belonged to the Faustin Army, had already rushed into the attacking distance of Otis City, although the Third Corps, in the mouths of the two Marquis of the Eagle Corps, had been criticizing them for their disobedience and mixed combat effectiveness. But today's siege battle, this group of soldiers, proved that they are not all evaluated like the Marquis.

As the defender of the city, the attack range of the guards on Otis City occupies a high terrain, which is far longer than that of Faustain.

The archers who belonged to the soldiers of the 3rd Corps had not drawn their arrows, and the enemy's arrows had already rained down.

"Raise the shield! Raise the shield!" Each squad leader shouted to his subordinates.

Although the Third Corps ranks last among the four corps of the Eagle Corps, it is a Corps that has participated in several years of war. Although it cannot be said to be an elite soldier in a hundred battles, most of them are veterans. Not bad.

"Brush, brush, brush." ​​Each soldier raised his shield. The direction is above the top of the head to the left, and this direction is just enough to block the arrow that hits his heart and the top of his head.

This is Locke's first time watching from a distance.

Their battalion now stands at a position at the junction of the Lions and Eagles.

The location is great, not only on a slightly steep hill, but also far enough from Odis city. Don't worry that both sides of the war will spread here.

Locke even tried the bow and arrow himself, and the arrows shot from here were less than a quarter of the distance to the city wall.

I am afraid that only a big killer like a catapult can have the longest range just enough to reach here.

Locke was not worried about their safety at all, because behind him was the gate of the magician's camp.

"Princess, His Royal Highness has just issued an order, we need to use one-third of the magic power to suppress the city head of Odis City." A black-robed magician said, holding a crystal ball in his hand, which seemed to be conveying and receiving information use.

"Understood!" Angelina turned her dress up in front of Locke to attend, but was able to wear only a black leather coat, showing the concave and convex figure of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

It's a pity that a group of magicians here won't appreciate it. In addition to their status, the youngest magician here is also over 40 years old.

Although wizards are more powerful than knights of the same rank, their advancement is also much more difficult than knights.

The worst ones who can be drawn to the Union Barracks Magician Unit are low-level magic apprentices, and the highest are high-level magic apprentices.

Here Angelina is the actual lowest, and also the youngest.

However, no one would disapprove of Angelina. Magicians are all rambunctious people. There are very few people who really appreciate the vacant position of this leader, not to mention Angelina is still a princess.

In addition, the identity of Angelina's mentor also raised enough respect for this group of magicians.

Faustin's only peak-level magic apprentice is the identity of Teacher Angelina.

"Master Mumbai, you will lead the first and second magic teams to support." Angelina politely said to an old man with a white beard beside her.

"Okay!" After the white-bearded old man answered succinctly, he walked out of the camp with more than ten magicians.

Under the city gate of Otis City in the distance, the vanguard of the 3rd Corps was approaching the city gate. The massive arrows and rolling stones made the soldiers of the 3rd Corps pay a lot of life for every step forward.

"Go! Go! Go!" a squadron leader shouted, calling his men to charge up.

Rolling stones and ramps on the city wall were thrown down at no cost. Knock down one Faustan soldier after another.

Odis City has accumulated countless arrows and rolling stones during this period of time. In addition, pots and pans of kerosene were also burning on one side of the city, just waiting for the Faustin soldiers to give them a blow when they approached.

The first batch on this side of the Eagle Corps' attack was made up of the Third Corps. The 3rd Corps, which originally numbered 6,000, plus countless recruits and mercenaries who had just arrived on the front line, had soared to nearly 10,000 at this time.

Not only the third corps, but other corps preparing to relay. The new army that the kingdom has been re-recruiting this time has made a great shift in Faustin's population composition.

At present, there are almost no recruits in Faustin's country. The desperate attack was aimed at killing Charlo with a single hammer.

There were more than 6,000 people in the first batch of the Third Corps' attack, with an average of more than 3,000 Faustain soldiers at each gate.

This is still only the strength of one corps. What the Marquis of Mammon thought was that as long as the soldiers of the third corps could lean up and entangle the enemy on the city wall, the soldiers of the rest of the corps would be able to get close with less loss.

After all, the soldiers of the Third Corps were just sacrifices, sacrifices that had to be sacrificed for Faustin's victory.

Outside the camp of the Marquis of Mammon, the nobles of Faustin gathered here to make a noise. Most of them were commanders of the soldiers of the 3rd Corps.

"Our battalion is nearly half damaged, why haven't any soldiers come up yet?" shouted a fat-brained noble viscount. So loud, the whole eagle

Legion headquarters can hear it.

"Yes, yes!" A group of other nobles echoed here.

They are not stupid, and the nobles are not stupid. With a good level of education, this group of nobles understands the military's plan at the moment when the war has just started.

This is to use their team to fight Odis City's most intense first wave of defense.

Let them wave their flags and shout, and it's okay to play Taiping. This kind of desperate work should be left to the regular army. This was the thought of all the nobles present.

But it is a pity that they have made trouble now, and no one in the military has come out to deal with them. The knights and soldiers guarding the outskirts of the army do not know this group of nobles.

Most of the nobles of the Third Corps were minor nobles from the Faustain region. Most of their soldiers are private troops in their own territory.

Ordinary soldiers didn't let them in, and the top military officials ignored them, which made this group of nobles almost explode.

Now on the frontline battlefield, their team and soldiers are dying every second. These soldiers are not only their team to manage their territory, but also a weight for them to share the fruits of victory after the war. How can they be willing to cut their own flesh? Woolen cloth.

"If you don't let me in, I'll cut you!" The fat man at the head pointed to a soldier blocking him.

The soldier was indeed unmoved, looking indifferent.

"Humph!" This fat nobleman is not joking. Nobles have the right to dispose of civilians. If he kills the soldier, he will at most lose some money afterwards.

"Brush!" The nobleman's long sword was just drawn from his waist.

"Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!..." All the soldiers standing in front of them raised their spears, and the tip of the spear rose slightly. If you look closely, you will find that they are all pointing at this nobleman.

"You! You are going to rebel!" The fat nobleman let out a scream like a pig, and other nobles were also clamoring.

Different from the noise outside, in the tent, the current corps commander of the 3rd Corps is sitting in the tent of the Marquis of Mammon, drinking tea with shaking hands.

The order to attack was not given by him, but by the Marquis of Mammon bypassing him and giving it to several deputy commanders of the 3rd Corps.

The commander of the 3rd Corps is also an earl, but as a noble whose territory is far from the capital, this earl is a complete local faction.

He did not dare to disobey the orders of the Marquis of Mammon, and no one could refuse the orders given by the Fourth Marquis of the Kingdom except the king.

Due to various factors, this well-known great aristocrat in the Kingdom of Faust was under house arrest drinking tea at this time.

"How's the front line?" The Marquis of Mammon ignored the noise outside and stared at Odis City.

"The 3rd Corps has approached 300 meters near the city gate, but it can't move forward." The messenger replied.

"Have you reached the limit?" The Marquis of Mammon muttered to himself.

It's not that the soldiers of the 3rd Corps are weak, but the firepower on Otis City is too strong.

An average of 10,000 people stationed in front of the city, facing the current attack of only 3,000 people from the Third Corps, the defense should not be too simple.

What's more, in addition to the ordinary defensive equipment on the city wall, there are...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A beam of light was vented downward from the gate of Otis City.

The Charlo Kingdom, which has been civilized with magic power, finally showed their magical heritage to the spies of various countries watching the battle in the dark today.

The magic cannons have been firing continuously since the soldiers of the 3rd Corps approached Otis City one kilometer.

The pouring of each beam of light represents the demise of at least a ten-man team.

In the face of this unstoppable force, except for the strong who cultivated vindictive aura, who could use their sharper skills to escape when they were fired, other soldiers could only pray that this magical force would not fall on their heads.

"Charlottes are trying too hard." The Marquis of Mammon observed the resistance above Odis City. Although the soldiers of the 3rd Corps suffered heavy losses, the Marquis was smiling at this time.

That's right, this wave made a profit, and it was a bloody profit.

The Marquis of Mammon was not sure how many magic-guided artillery shells the Charlois had in their hands, but there was no need to think about it, and there was definitely not a lot of it.

Either it's rare, or it's just been invented. Or is it both?

It was impossible for the Charlo defenders not to work hard, their king stood at the head of the city, and the menacing Faustain soldiers put a lot of pressure on these Charlo defenders.

So far, at least 30 magic crystal shells have been fired, which is close to one-eighth of the reserve.

The war has only just begun.

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