Chapter 83: Green Fortress
After a whole night of bumps, it wasn't until the early morning of the next day, when the sky was just turning white, that the clone barely reached Green Fortress. Even though he had seen the magnificence of this fortress in his memory, when Paladin stood in front of this behemoth in person, he was briefly shocked on the spot. The tall city wall blocked the vision in front of him.
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In the small cracks caused by the sword marks that can be seen everywhere on the city wall, growing out of the fragile weeds of small flowers. The proof of how long it has been since this age-old guy has performed his duty. The clone raised his head with his mouth slightly open, but could only see the ant-like guards on top of the city walls patrolling back and forth. The clone stepped back. Hoping to get a full view. But was shocked to see that the tall walls were only the outermost fence!
Riding up a small hill, Paladin looked out and saw that the walls were lined with endless buildings and towers towering between them. Clone Paladin knew that the fortress had several layers. But such a terrifying fortress, he has only seen in the mythical books of legends! He just saw in the outermost layer of these residential areas, vast, at least across a half-circle of five or six miles! But at the end of these houses, there was another city wall!
This wall is not much worse than the outermost wall. The clone even saw the densely packed stone throwers placed on the wall! Inside, too, there were no longer private houses, but a stone building, and interlaced small aisle walls. A large network of traffic was formed. Inside, there is another wall. Three layers, four layers, five layers, six layers!
Until the very center of the fortress, there's a huge fortress towering into the clouds! A multitude of towers and stone throwers adorn the mighty force of this fortress! Plus this fortress itself was built on top of a huge hill. So this layer upon layer of walls was like huge snakes coiled around the hillside. It took the shape of a gyroscope. So that these six layers of walls and the numerous stone throwers and archers on the central fortress, can attack the incoming enemy with maximum efficiency!
Swallowing deeply, Paladin did not enter the fortress. Because no matter how big the fortress is, it cannot fill the soldiers brought by the many lords summoned by the Grand Duke! On the plain outside the fortress, endless tents surrounded the fortress. The numerous flags indicate that they belong to different nobles and different lords. According to the memory, the clone set up the white horse and walked into the tented camp, looking for the camp of the lord he was loyal to, Baron Hank.
Baron Hank, although only a baron, is a hereditary nobleman. It is a person who is recognized and accepted as his own by the great nobles. The marshal of this war is the Marquis of Carmon who has experienced the battlefield. The younger sister is the Marquis of Carmon, the wife of the Grand Duke. It is easy to get such a marshal position. According to the order of the Marquis of Carmon, Baron Hank temporarily served as the general, positioning the left army together with the Earl of White Orchid and many barons. Tie down to the left of the fort. When the avatar passed through countless tents and came to the flag with the white orchid symbol, it was considered to be the legion to which it belonged.
Clone Paladin took a deep breath. Turned down from his horse. The heavy-armed soldiers coming and going around immediately subconsciously gave way to a lane. Although they're all soldiers but the identity of the knight is obviously not equal to them. The clone frowned slightly and fanned the strong stench around him. The clone who absorbed Alfred's memory was puzzled and looked around at the soldiers.
A harsh and annoying cacophony emanated from in front of his eyes. The spear sergeant who took off his heavy armor and hung it on a bamboo pole to lie and snore. The archer who sat in front of the black stone and took the arrow next to him and polished it a little. The middle-aged man with a large beard, wiping his axe with water. The man wearing leather armor, laughing and chatting with another female warrior also wearing leather armor. The flinging hammers that were casually still on the ground, the spears and shields that were leaning side by side against the wall. The frown deepened as the clone watched all this.
Because he had never seen these soldiers a few days ago. Moreover, these people's armor is not uniform, and their weapons are all kinds of strange. Some even carried daggers! Oh, God. Forgive these idiots who have never been in battle. A dagger on a messy battlefield serves no substantial purpose other than to make one more slash.
The clone pulled his horse and walked up to the large tent that towered with the white orchid banner. The two soldiers holding spears and wearing helmets and chainmail who were guarding the entrance immediately came forward and respectfully took the reins from the horses' mouths and said, "Noble Sir Knight, you are?" "I am Alfred, Flamel, a knight under Baron Hank. Is the Lord Baron in there?" "Yes, he is studying the sandbox." The clone nodded with a condescending look, held open the curtain and walked in.
"Lord Baron." Walking into the tent, there were long swords, shields and a complete set of armor hanging beside him. The faintly visible scars fully show that these are by no means for decoration. A man in plain clothes with his back to the avatar held a sand table with both hands. Hearing the avatar's words, he turned around. Showing a serious face with a little melancholy, but decorated with sword wounds. The avatar noticed that his hair was the same red as his own.
"Oh, Alfred ah. Come here." The middle-aged man, who looked majestic but melancholy, summoned the clone to come and sit down. "Baron, what happened?" The clone could see very clearly that Baron Hank had tear marks on the corners of his eyes. It was obvious that he had just cried bitterly not long ago. Baron Hank faintly froze. After that, he smiled and shook his hand: "Nothing, just suddenly some unhappy things. Alfred, why are you dressed like this?"
The baron smiled through his tears, and briefly mentioned the matter. Seeing that the clone was wearing a robe and no armor at the moment, he couldn't help asking. "I went to see my younger brother. I found out through my attendants afterwards that today the Grand Duke is going to count the number of people and set off against Aixinzhe again. That's why i hurried back." "No need." Baron Hank suddenly sat on a chair, Picking up a cup of creamy black tea and taking a sip, he sighed and said, "The latest news. Aixinzhe married into the neighboring kingdom of Malta. He received 10,000 reinforcements from Malta. Plus he only has 20,000 left. The 30,000 troops are gradually advancing."
"Thirty thousand!?" The clone was shocked! The scale of thirty thousand was too huge. Although there were battles between the Kasmi Principality and the Aixinzhe Kingdom all year round. But at most, the combined strength of both sides was only 10,000. This huge army of 30,000. It can be seen that Aixinzhe this time is under the intention of swallowing Kasmi Principality. And now the army of the Principality of Kasmi, only more than 10,000 people. Facing three times the enemy's army, the chance of victory was too small. "Lord Baron, this news should be blocked by the Grand Duke's strict order, right, you told me so." "Don't worry, if you don't say it now, you will say it soon."
Baron Hank waved his hand with an indifferent face. The melancholy on his face however dispersed and said with an expectant tone: "We are not going to march today and wait for these nobles, Earl Torch, to bring their troops over to defend. Just resist the enemy army for two months, just two months, boil until the onset of winter, the snowy season, humph!" Baron Hank's face showed an excited look, looked at the shocked clone and with his low voice he said: "At that time, the reinforcements from our sovereign state, the Great Empire of Engelland, will arrive. Because the imperial emperor Caesar III is also very dissatisfied with Aixinzhe's treason. And their battle line is too long, food can't keep up, under the influence of snowy weather. Their kingdom of Aixinzhe is sure to lose!"
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