The Knight's Journey to the Empire

The main body of the fortress is made of huge stones, and the gate of the fortress is made of thick wooden boards, covered with iron, with a thickness of 20 centimeters.

Three waist-thick solid wood are used inside the gate to form a stable triangle shape between the ground and the door.

It can be said that once this door is closed, there is no way to open this defensive fortress from the outside.

The only way to break through is to use siege ladders to attack the roof.

However, considering the slope outside the defensive fortress, the solidity of the fortress, and the soldiers' mobile defense, it would be impossible for the enemy to attack without spending several times the force.

On the roof of the fortress, Soran looked towards the direction of Defense Fortress No. 3 and fell into deep thought.

Although he was eager to be awarded a medal, he now hoped that the news was false.

If the army of the Principality of Golia attacks from the direction of the No. 1 defensive fortress, then it’s okay. Soran will take it all. This is a great opportunity to make a contribution.

But if the attack comes from Defense Fort No. 3, the situation will not be very good.

Because this means that not only the White Stone Fortress was lost, but also the Anthony Fortress built by the Kingdom of Midburg was lost.

It is even possible that they have been pushed into the Saladin County by the Principality of Golia, and the situation has escalated from border conflicts and frictions to an anti-aggression war.

This also means that the three defensive fortresses will become so-called military islands, surrounded by the Principality of Golia.

They will be isolated and fighting alone.

The fortress built by the Kingdom of Midburg on the border of Cartel Wealth Avenue is called Antonio Fortress.

Because it was built when Marquis Antonio Saladin was in charge of the Saladin family, it was named after him.

But soon, when Soran saw Martin rushing back with two soldiers, he knew the news was true.

"Ugh!"

Soran frowned slightly and sighed imperceptibly.

This situation doesn't seem good.

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"Master, I didn't see Fort No. 3. When I was halfway there, I saw a group of soldiers from the Principality of Glia coming towards us. I estimated that there were about a hundred of them." Martin spoke as he was lifted up by the basket.

"Okay, I see." Soran fell into deep thought again.

The number of enemies must be more than a hundred.

This is just the enemy's vanguard force used for a quick victory, and there will definitely be reinforcements from a large force following behind.

This will be a tough battle.

"Brothers, have you rested enough these days?" Soran shouted loudly, "It will be a fierce battle next. Are you ready? Are you ready to make achievements?"

"Captain, the brothers are ready and my sword is thirsty!" Wolf Cook shouted in response.

"Just a bunch of bastards!"

"Fuck him... (friendly words omitted here)"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Hahaha!"

"Whoaaah!"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Suddenly, all kinds of shouts rang out, shaking the mountains and forests and resounding through the sky.

Well, morale is available.

Soran thought so.

The weather is getting cooler now, with a big temperature difference between day and night; there is a fortress fortification, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack; the subordinates are working together and their morale is high.

This is a situation where the right time, right place and right people all exist together.

Although it is a minority against the majority, no matter how you look at it, the advantage is on my side.

This wave should be stable.

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On the distant mountain road, a brigade of 100 men from the Principality of Glia rushed over, hoping to break into the fortress and end the battle quickly before the enemy could react.

This would avoid a siege battle with heavy casualties.

But the opposite happened. When they saw the closed fortress, their faces suddenly turned gloomy.

Then, under the leadership of the captain, they ran directly to the next fortress.

Soran watched them prepare to leave, and immediately ordered his men to shout:

"A bunch of trash, scum, why are you running? Come and attack us if you dare."

"Don't run, my head is here, waiting for you to chop it off!"

"Fuck... (friendly words omitted here)"

The group of a hundred men ignored them and just left.

However, Soran did not rush out to pursue them, because he understood that they were just the vanguard of the enemy and there must be a large force following behind them.

The reason why he let his subordinates scold was to buy more time for the No. 3 defensive fortress, but unfortunately the enemy did not fall for it and left directly.

All he could do now was to hope that Knight Richard Miller would close the fortress as soon as he heard the military intelligence and not give the enemy any chance.

As Soran expected, a large force from the Principality of Glia arrived shortly afterwards. The force had nearly 500 men and their military discipline was fairly good.

Wow, a whole battalion came here directly. Isn’t this a great respect for me?

The enemy set up camp 200 meters in front of the small hill where the fortress was located. They started cooking and building siege ladders in the cleared space.

Obviously, because it was getting late today, the enemy had no intention of attacking the city.

The enemy did not take the initiative to attack the city, and Sauron certainly had no intention of fighting outside the city or launching a surprise attack in the middle of the night.

They are few in number to begin with, and it would be difficult for them to make any difference if they attack first. It would be better for them to conserve their energy and save enough strength to stop the enemy's attack tomorrow.

So he began to order the soldiers to be vigilant and then started cooking.

Of course, we must have a snack tonight because there will be a fierce battle tomorrow, and we haven’t finished eating the monster meat yet.

The next day, just after Soran finished breakfast, he heard his subordinates report that the enemy troops on the opposite side had started to move.

First the troops were assembled, then the battalion commander gave a speech, then they marched to the battlefield, and finally stopped in front of the small hill where the fortress was located.

A man walked out from the enemy team and shouted to Soran, "Captain, you'd better surrender! There are only forty of you, but the Principality of Golia has more than five hundred people. You can't hold on. If you surrender now, you may still be able to survive, otherwise you will have no chance later! Surrender, Captain!"

Soran narrowed his eyes and focused, and immediately became angry.

Isn't this the son of the wealthy businessman, Anbazel? This bastard actually surrendered. What a coward.

Now he is so unkempt and dirty that I almost didn't recognize him.

"All archers, get ready! Henry, give me your bow!" Soran ordered coldly.

Then, after taking Henry's bow, he shot an arrow directly at Ambazel.

Of course the arrow did not hit Ambazel because the distance was too far and the arrow did not have enough power.

This is just to express Sauron's anger and his attitude of never surrendering.

Upon seeing this, the battalion commander of the Principality of Naglia signaled the two soldiers beside him to hold Ambazel down.

It is impossible to kill this surrenderer who has some status. He can be kept in exchange for a generous ransom.

Then with a shout of "Attack", the first real battle commanded by Soran began.

Suddenly, shouts of killing resounded throughout the entire forest, causing the birds to fly away in all directions.

The soldiers of the Principality of Glia were divided into twenty groups. Each group carried a siege ladder and charged towards the fortress from all directions, holding makeshift wooden shields.

This siege ladder is not the ordinary ladder we usually use. It is made of hardwood and is sturdy and reliable.

Moreover, an iron hook as thick as an arm was tied to one end of it, so it could be firmly hooked on the battlement of the fortress and would not be easily overturned.

Soran's side also began to fight back.

When the distance is far, use bows and arrows to fight back.

With twenty or thirty bows and the advantage of terrain, they formed a small rain of arrows, but it had little effect.

The arrows hit the wooden shield, making a dull sound of "dong dong dong".

Although it penetrated deep into the wood, it did not pierce the wood, let alone hurt anyone.

So after a few rounds, except for a dozen unlucky guys, the casualties were just that.

The enemy was getting closer, so they switched to throwing stones.

A stone as thick as a head can be smashed down from top to bottom with great force, causing the enemy's head to bleed immediately. The killing effect is several times more than that of a bow and arrow.

But unfortunately, the space on the top floor of the fortress is limited, and there are not many stones stored there.

After a short while, after causing fifty or sixty enemy casualties, the stones were used up.

Click.

One end of the enemy's bow ladder was firmly hooked on the battlement of the fortress with an iron hook, and the soldiers of the Principality of Glia began to scramble and shout as they climbed up.

And Sauron began to order everyone to change to spears and fight with them.

So with the soldiers' flexible operation, the sharp spears were inserted into the enemy's body, stabbing their hearts, heads and stomachs.

In an instant, the two sides clashed with their swords, and blood splattered everywhere.

Fortunately, Soran's men were all veterans who had seen blood, not a bunch of rookies.

So although the enemy's first wave of charge was very fierce, it was still held back.