Unknown Knight

Late at night, war drums suddenly sounded in the army camp of Standing Fort outside the city of Zion. The sound of the war drums was urgent and violent, sometimes as rapid as a storm, and sometimes as strong as a blow filled with hatred.

Looking down from the walls of Zion, one could see the entire camp of the Standing Fort Army filled with noise and bustle, as if they could break out of the camp and attack Zion at any time.

This caused the defenders of Zion to panic. They were all witnesses of the fighting during the day, and they had a personal understanding of the combat effectiveness of Fort Standstill's army. In comparison, whether in terms of military coordination, physical fitness, fighting will, or weapons and equipment, Fort Standstill's army was no match for their Zion army.

When facing each other on the city wall, the army of Standstill Fort defeated and killed their men like cutting melons and vegetables. If it were not for the low wall set up in advance by Captain Issam, the city of Zion would have changed hands by now, and these soldiers would probably either end up in jail or have become cold corpses.

So when the Zion soldiers on the city wall heard the drumbeats of the attack outside the city, they all held their weapons nervously and paid close attention to the movements of the army of the Standing Fort outside the city.

However, the city wall was several hundred meters away from the camp. In the darkness, they could only see flickering lights and shadows in the camp. The wall seemed to be full of alert soldiers. They did not dare to go down the city to find out what was going on. They were even more afraid that the army of the Standing Castle would open the gate and start the attack at any time. They were so terrified that they hid under the battlements and trembled. Some of them even prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that the siege tower of the Standing Castle would not put the bridge planks on their section of the city wall.

They lived in fear until dawn, but the soldiers of Zion did not face the attack of the army of Standstill. The drumbeats outside the city had become weak and intermittent. It seemed that the soldiers of Standstill had lost their spirit after a night of commotion. No matter how powerful you are, you are just flesh and blood.

"Why are you making such a scene so late at night and not sleeping?"

The soldiers on the city wall yawned and complained.

The leader of the Isam mercenary group who was in charge of defending the city noticed something strange about the drumbeats, but it was pitch dark at night and he was afraid that Aix was up to something. It was not until dawn that he mustered up the courage to send a small team of soldiers outside the city and lead his team to investigate.

When he was still dozens of meters away from the camp, Isam realized that something was wrong. The heavily guarded people on the wall were not soldiers at all, but just straw men standing still.

When he got close, he chopped open the gate with his sword and rushed into the camp. He saw that the place was empty, except for the figure of half a man standing in the fort.

In the center of the camp, there were four military drums lined up in a row. On top of the drums were wooden frames, and on each frame was hung a goat. The goat's body was hanging in the air, with only its two hind legs resting on the drums. It was the goat's struggling hind legs that struck the drums.

Captain Isam didn't understand what was going on. He was so angry that he kicked the drum in front of him away and let out a long howl towards the sky.

Back to yesterday evening, after a day of patrol, Captain Haytham of the Cavalry led his team back to Fort Standing. At this moment, he was in the tavern, drinking nectar chilled by well water to cool off.

This was the most pleasant time of the day for Haytham. Every time at this time, he would have a drink. In a state of intoxication, he seemed to have returned to his hometown, Radiant Castle, where his wife, whom he missed day and night, was, and at this moment she was preparing dinner for him.

He was a cavalry squad leader of the Homecoming Legion. He was arranged to stay behind at Fort Standing during the attack on Zion. Not only him, but also many other soldiers of the Homecoming Legion who had similar experiences as him were left behind.

As everyone knows, the prophet Lord X is about to lead his team back to Calradia, but he didn't expect that at this critical juncture, those bastards in Zion City would dare to come and cause trouble. The prophet had to lead the team himself to conquer those country bumpkins in Zion City.

These returning troops are all composed of outsiders, and they are about to return to their hometown. Aix is ​​afraid that there will be some mishaps in the battle of Zion City, which will leave them with regrets when good things are about to happen, so he deliberately asked those members who are willing to return home to stay in Fort Standstill.

It is thanks to your mercy that half of these outsiders who are returning home have no intention of returning to their hometowns. Most of these people are those who have married and had children here, those whose relatives in their hometowns have died and have no one to worry about, or those who committed major crimes in their hometowns and are wanted and have to stay here.

There is nothing wrong with your Excellency asking them to participate in the attack on the city of Zion this time. They are fighting for their own sake, and even if they die in battle, it is a worthy death and they have no complaints.

The remaining half, including Haytham, were determined to return home. Most of them were tied down by people like him who still cared about their hometowns, including wives, children, parents, relatives, friends, etc., forcing them to choose to return home.

Five years ago, he was a Swadian heavy cavalryman in Redienburg. However, in a battle, he was captured by a Sarand chief and then sold to a slave trader. After many twists and turns, he came to this barren land.

Over the past five years, Haitham had longed to return to his hometown and to his beloved wife, but he never expected that this wish would become increasingly remote. The hateful locals exploited them like animals, not leaving them with even a single copper coin.

Just when he was despairing and ready to degenerate, the great prophet appeared, and soon he was appreciated for his skilled cavalry skills and promoted to cavalry captain. The legion was just being established, and in a few years he was confident that he would be promoted to captain or even captain-in-chief, a position he would never be able to achieve in his original Radiant Castle.

Hearing that the Lord had a large territory in Vikia, he decided to follow the Prophet in the future. Although Vikia was relatively cold, with his current treatment, it would be no problem for his family to live a well-off life.

"If it really doesn't work, I'll bring Tina here. After all, I have 20 acres of tax-free land here. There's nothing wrong with this place except that it's a little hot and dry."

Haytham thought to himself.

Just as he was imagining his wonderful life in the future, the ringing of a warning bell interrupted his reverie at an inopportune time. He grabbed the sword on the table, threw two copper coins to the waiter for a drink, and hurried to the assembly ground of the military camp.

When he rushed to the military camp, more than a hundred people had already gathered there. The remaining general Bestur had a gloomy face, and it seemed that something serious had happened.

The warning bells were still ringing, and Haytham could even hear the sound of the city gates closing. The young and strong militiamen in the city were rushing here, and when they arrived, they received their weapons and equipment and quickly armed themselves. It seemed that a major war was about to begin.