When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 677 I surrender!
"Boom!"

The city wall beneath my feet was shaking, and dust from the beams and roofs fell down, even carrying some broken stones.

Unconsciously picking the blisters at the corners of his mouth, Ursion sat numbly in the city gate tower, not caring at all about the dust and stones in his greasy hair.

His sight passed through the narrow window and flew towards the southern wall of the eastern section.

After five days of continuous bombardment by a griffin cannon and four sand sculpture cannons, the original bricks and stones of the outer wall had shattered and fallen off, revealing the yellow-white rammed earth.

Every time a shell hit, a rattling sound could be heard, which was the sound of the rammed earth being broken and rolling down the wall.

The originally blue-gray walls were stripped of their skin by the shells, and every shelling meant that the temple's protective shield was falling off.

Ursion could even see a huge stone bullet stuck in the exposed rammed earth of the city wall, as if a gloomy eye was staring at him all the time.

It's like looking directly into the eyes of the saintly grandson in the distance, which always makes people shudder.

Although he had never seen the demon in person, he had been seeing him in his dreams recently.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom--" Another sound of a cannonball hitting the city wall. This time the shaking was particularly violent, but Ursion continued to drink his wine as if he didn't hear it.

What else to do if not drink wine? Go out of town and die?
With a wry smile, Ursion looked at the wall, on which was nailed a letter from the Duke of Portosa. Two days ago, he had regarded it as a life-saving straw, constantly motivating himself.

But now the letter is covered with dust.

The most desperate thing was that he had no ability or means to fight back.

Even if a crossbow cart was installed on the top of the wall, the range would only be about one mile at most.

There were ten crossbow carts on the wall, and several extraordinary knights were almost breaking their waists from fatigue. Except for a few unlucky snakemen who were killed by the bowstrings, no casualties were caused.

He also tried to order the witchers to launch a surprise attack and destroy the catapults, but after leaving the city, there has been no news of the witchers since then.

So yesterday, under the instigation of two hundred extraordinary knights as reinforcements, he gritted his teeth and agreed to go out of the city to fight.

He drank a full pint of strong liquor and Khan potion, and with the help of the chanter's magic "As if Walking on Flat Ground", he personally led 200 new knights to charge towards the griffin cannon.

He was determined to capture that terrible catapult, or at least destroy it.

But before he could get close, fist-sized iron bullets rained down on him, with such force that they could break a person's spine or even pierce his chest.

Ursion even saw with his own eyes a spark of iron burst out from a knight's chest, and fragments of his internal organs splattered like an explosion.

There was even an exaggerated case where a knight was actually knocked away by the iron bullet. When he fell off his horse, the broken cervical vertebrae of the knight shot out from his neck and got stuck in the gap of Ursion's armor.

He discovered it only after he went back and cleaned the seams between his nails.

In fact, there were some clues at this time, but under the influence of strong liquor and potions, Ursion, who was in a daze, actually ignored it.

In his vague memory, he only remembered seeing the long black tube, which seemed as if he could touch it with his hand.

However, the next second, countless gusts of wind blew from the Hellfire on both sides.

The whistling lead bullets on both sides hit the armor with a clanging sound, and the knights on both sides wailed, spitting out blood mist, and fell on their backs, covering their wounds.

But this was not the end. They finally approached a distance of about 200 steps. Just as he was about to order a full-speed charge, he heard a roar with a thick Thousand River Valley dialect - "Load the shotgun."

He had no memory of what happened next. According to his followers, he was hit directly on the forehead by a shotgun shell fired at close range from the Falcon Cannon.

Fortunately, his armor was made of fine steel plate, which was quite sturdy. He was only knocked unconscious, so he was able to barely survive.

After the shotgun swept across, the spearmen in the middle began to attack, and it was at that time that Ursion was taken away from the battlefield by his followers.

Of the remaining 200 extraordinary knights who came to support, only a few survived. To be precise, if surrender and escape were considered death, only 40 knights successfully returned to the castle.

Many of them did not see the enemy's face clearly.

The intelligence he bought from Wang Xian's cavalry was that the army of this saintly grandson adopted a policy of elite troops. They were best at field battles but worst at sieges because they would cause a large loss of manpower, which would not be worth the cost.

Look at this, doesn't it look like they are not good at siege?

Montejac, you!
Ursion gritted his teeth and clenched the wine glass in his hand, leaving a clear fingerprint on the copper cup.

"Boom--" There was a shaking that was even more violent than the previous one, but the soldiers had already exhausted their energy and morale from five days of shelling.

Almost everyone has gone through the process of fear - resistance - acceptance - numbness. At this moment, there is only desperate calmness on the faces of the defenders in the city.

You have to know that Horn does not fire randomly, but is well prepared.

The 12-pound Griffin cannon is used for the main attack, and the 6-pound Sand Sculpture cannon is used to assist in hitting morale. The five cannons are always fired at the same time, and basically five minutes is enough for a bombardment.

"How's the situation with the southern side of the eastern section of the city wall?" As soon as Ursion opened his mouth, he was almost startled because his voice was so hoarse.

"My Lord Earl, the gap in the upper half of the masonry is about three steps wide. The rammed earth and masonry have basically fallen off, leaving only the last layer of masonry." Swallowing his saliva, the attendant bent down and lowered his voice, "I think the wall will collapse in two days at the latest."

"I understand." Ursion was silent for a long time. "Having done this, I have nothing to be ashamed of even standing in front of Duke Portosa."

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Dark clouds covered the moon. On the night of March 3, the gate on the west side of the Temple of Avis slowly opened. Dozens of knights, accompanied by several carriages, left the gate with the help of the magic of walking on flat ground.

The soldiers guarding the city gate seemed relieved rather than pretending not to see it.

This group of people were naturally Ursion and his companions. They left this terrible place tiptoeing like thieves.

In the pitch-black night, these knights left more than 3,000 comrades behind and rushed towards the dock.

Ursion knew that this small pier was the escape route left for them by the saint's grandson. Although he felt insulted, he had to admit that he did need this route.

Since the pier was not far from the temple, Ursion could tell from the vague sound of water and the damp smell that the pier was near.

He looked back at the Temple of Avis, of which only its outline remained in the distance, and his mood suddenly relaxed.

At least from today on, he knew that he would never have a chance to fight on the battlefield in this life, and his act of desertion basically cut off his path to a political career.

Ursion didn't feel it was a pity. Merit was valuable, but life was more valuable. He just had to return to his own manor and live an ordinary life with the 3 gold pounds.

But this time when he goes back, he can't go through the Duke of Portosa's camp, otherwise, with this guy's temper, he will really hang himself there.

Just as Ursion was thinking about how to bypass Duke Portosa and return to his own manor, he suddenly stopped all actions.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

"Hush." ​​Ursion raised a finger and listened attentively, "Listen, is there any other sound?"

Amid the sound of the wind and the restless snorting of the warhorse, he seemed to hear a faint creaking sound.

"Not good—" Ursion suddenly woke up and whipped the horse's buttocks, "Don't worry about these properties, go!"

In the darkness, lead exploded on the armor, producing blood and sparks. Lying on the horse's back, Ursion could only let it carry him wildly.

The night wind blew through his armor, and the violent shaking even knocked his helmet off, but he still had no chance to pick it up.

When he looked up again, he could still smell the damp fishy smell, but there was no one around him.

Unfortunately, before he had taken two steps, the sound of a spring being wound up came from behind the bushes again.

His previously neat hair was scattered all over the place. He pulled the reins in panic and shouted at the dark night: "Who's there? Stand out. I'm Ursion of the Morido family. Show your true identity if you have the guts."

There was a sound of footsteps in the darkness, and Ursion was silent as if his throat was strangled.

"This is a big fish caught."

In the flickering flames, a face with a faint smile was illuminated by the light of the torch.

Sitting on the warhorse, although Ursion met this young man for the first time, he recognized his identity at a glance.

"You are the city guard, Ur..."

"I surrender!"

As if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders, Ursion raised his hands high.

(End of this chapter)