Imperial Crown.

Chapter 329 Unsolvable Tactics

"What are they going to do?" On the city wall, Link frowned as he looked at the serfs who were driven to the front line.

Hyde guessed, "Are you planning to use them as human shields?"

"This isn't a field battle. It's meaningless." Link shook his head.
"We don't even need to worry about them. Even if we give them ladders, they can't climb up the city."

This made sense, but Hyde couldn't think of any other possibility for a moment.

We can only wait and see.

The serfs were driven forward, and as the distance shortened, Hyde discovered that they all seemed to be carrying backpacks.

The serf in front stopped about 120 meters away from the city wall, began to pour the contents of his backpack onto the ground, and then turned and left.

It's mud and stones.

Baskets of soil were piled together, gradually forming a slope.

Hyde was not good at commanding battles, but when he saw the earth slope taking shape, he was still shocked: "How many catapults are there in the city!?"

"We just started repairing and reassembling it yesterday." Link said immediately: "There are only four at the moment."

As this answer came out, Link's face flashed with realization, and he immediately shouted the order:

"Pass my order, the trebuchets will be deployed immediately and aimed at the serfs."

"Crossbows on the walls, ready."

"Once you are within the crossbow range, try to kill as many of their personnel as possible, regardless of the cost!"

Link understood what the other party was going to do.

The Eivor people want to build a hill of earth!
In the short term, this is good news.

It would take at least ten days or half a month to build a solid earthen hill that could be level with the Wall of Sighs and be used to transport troops.

This should be enough to hold off until Lord Raven returns.

But the bad news is that the progress of the earth hill can only be delayed but cannot be stopped at all.

Jon may have the ability to cause great obstacles to the enemy, but he needs to preside over the magic circle within the Sighing Wall and cannot split himself.

This is not a common tactic, but it plays a decisive role when the defending side is extremely disadvantaged in terms of military strength and has no way to actively launch a counterattack.

In other words, under the current circumstances, it is a completely unsolvable tactic.

The catapults in the city were erected, calibrated, and began to bombard the earthen hills.

At first, the serfs were frightened by the noise, and some tried to escape, but under the butcher knives of Eivor's soldiers, they had to go back and continue filling the soil.

Even if the boulders occasionally crushed the serfs, leaving a pile of body parts and flesh, the serfs who were not hit would just continue to work numbly.

As time went on, more and more catapults were erected in the city, constantly bombarding the earthen hill.

In the first two days, the newly built earthen hills would be collapsed by rocks, but the serfs worked day and night and soon restored them to their original size, especially after long and huge wooden beams were piled into them. The effectiveness of the catapults began to become limited.

The third day after the construction of the earth hill began, which was also the eighth day after the siege.

Raven's army was supposed to be arriving soon, but Link only received a letter from Raven telling him to hold on.

On the same day, as the earthen hill grew, the serfs responsible for filling it finally came within the effective range of the crossbows on the city wall.

The crossbowmen each selected their prey, pulled the trigger, and shot the crossbow arrows into the bodies of the unarmed serfs.

Although there were Eivor's troops holding shields protecting the periphery, the people on the city wall were in a commanding position and the protective effect could only be described as better than nothing.

Under the rain of arrows, few serfs could survive.

The luckiest thing is to just get a skin scrape, the next best thing is to die instantly.

Those who were pierced through the thighs, arms or torsos and lost their ability to work were the most miserable. No one was in the mood to rescue them, so they could only lie there and wait to bleed to death. Their bodies were buried in the earthen hills or pushed up to use as shelters to block subsequent crossbow arrows.

The blood dyed almost every inch of the soil on the hill red.

Even a nobleman like Hyde felt a little scalp-tingling when seeing such a scene.

The life and death of serfs was nothing in his eyes, let alone the serfs from foreign countries.

However, seeing those people with similar facial features, body shapes and even languages ​​dying in vain in front of him still shocked him deeply.

"Don't the people of Eivor have any humanity?" Hyde even asked this question, which he once thought was extremely weak.

"That's how war works, Viscount Hyde." Link's face turned pale. "If they want to take down the Wall of Sighs, this is the only way."

Hyde swallowed his saliva. "You mean, if the battle situation is urgent, you will not reject similar methods? Raven will not?"

"Lord Raven would not do such a thing," Link said firmly.

"why?"

"Because Lord Raven is very strong and very smart." Link said calmly: "In front of a strong person, there are a hundred ways to solve a problem."

"Even without judging morality, this method of piling up lives is really stupid."

Hyde opened his mouth, but found himself unable to argue.

Because Raven had indeed taken down the Wall of Sighs with almost no damage.

"Then what is Raven delaying this time?" Hyde was a little annoyed: "Is he waiting for follow-up reinforcements? Is that old guy Anthony so reliable?"

"I'm not Lord Raven, I don't know." Link shook his head: "But, Lord, he never places his hopes on others."

Similar questions to Hyde also appeared in Eivor's camp.

According to the time calculation, Raven should have been close to the Wall of Sighs, but the scouts still failed to report his exact whereabouts.

A whole team of 40,000 people seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"This isn't the first time he's played this trick." Lord Palmer had taken off his armor, his lanky figure looking like a ghost:
"Don't worry about it, just ensure aerial reconnaissance."

"Nothing else is wrong." Marquis Faraday complained secretly, "It's just that the loss of serfs in the past few days is a bit high, an average of 2 to 3000 die every day. Even if we have more people, we can't waste them this much, right?"

"It doesn't matter. Wanda is dead." Palmer said, "The people of the Iron Birch District should also atone for their failure to be loyal to their feudal lord."

Faraday's eyes lit up.

Palmer was tacitly approving and hinting at Faraday to send troops to forcibly conscript able-bodied men and impose heavy taxes in the Iron Birch region.

A good opportunity to make money.

But Faraday was still a little worried, and his fat finger stroked his lips:

"Is there going to be any problem? Gatugen hates cruelty to people the most. My cousin has also been keeping a close eye on me."

Marquis Faraday's cousin is Grand Duke Eivor VIII. Both of them have Eivor royal blood, but Faraday's blood relationship is closer.

"Of course, Raven, the monster, the name of the man-eating devil has long been known throughout Eivor." Faraday said lightly: "All these sins will disappear with Raven's death."

"As long as we have done something meritorious, who can blame us then?"

……

Time went on and it was August.

It is the busy farming season.

Marquis Faraday's troops poured out in small groups and infiltrated various parts of the Iron Birch Region, taking all the food and the serfs who harvested the food back to the camp.

From the nobles to the serfs in Tiehua District, everyone dared to be angry but not to speak out.

The earthen hill also extended all the way to the Wall of Sighs as wave after wave of serfs came and went.

Especially since the 9th day of building the earth wall, there were very few crossbow arrows left in the city, so the crossbow shooting was cut off. Only dozens of catapults were bombarding day and night.

The speed of building the earth wall gradually increased.

The defenders were not completely without countermeasures. They built towers several meters higher than the city walls inside the Wall of Sighs.

On August 8, the 17th day after the earth wall was built, it was a pity that there was still no sign of the Eagle Army outside the high wall.

The earth wall finally reached the front of the Wall of Sighs.

As the last group of serfs raised and pushed down the earth wall, it was finally level with the Wall of Sighs.

The wall of the city is 8 meters high, and the earthen wall is piled up to 8 meters.
Looking from the sky, it looked as if a giant ancient insect had crawled out from the ground and only stopped when it reached the city wall.

The loose soil that collapsed naturally outwards was blown by the strong wind and turned into horizontal lines of varying thicknesses. Looking at the whole thing, it looked like a huge fish bone.

Aivor's army stepped onto the earth wall to the sound of war drums and charged towards the Wall of Sighs.

The leader was none other than the "Ghost of the Foggy Night" Joz.

He was covered in thick battle armor, with light grey traces of light gleaming beneath the armor.

The crossbowmen gathered behind the wall, pulled the trigger, and fired hundreds of enchanted crossbow arrows at him.

Joz didn't dodge this time.

"Let me show you the true power of a fourth-level warrior!"

He raised the sharp blood sword horizontally and strode forward, with shadows weaving into wing-like patterns behind him.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The footsteps stopped abruptly, but the shadow broke away from the body and continued to rush forward.

This is the fighting skill that Joz has mastered most, and it is also the origin of his title.

"Misty Night Phantom Slash!"

The shadow of the human figure that emerged from the body dissolved in the air like ink, leaving a circle of ripple-like haze.

If it were in the dark, almost no one would be able to notice it.

The enchanted crossbow arrow fell into the haze and was still flying, but as the breeze blew, it broke into pieces bit by bit.

It was like being cut by hundreds of sharp blades without any dead angle. The magic runes on it just lit up and then collapsed.

Hundreds of enchanted crossbow arrows turned into dust at this moment!

Joz swung his sword, creating a gust of wind that blew away the dust, and then he rushed up the city wall like a ghost.

"Sigh Wall, I'm back!"

"Link!! Come and die!!!"

Unfortunately, the battlefield is not a street fight.

A qualified general should never be too far away from his soldiers.

A can of kerosene flew towards him.

Joz dodged quickly, and the kerosene barrel hit the ground, splashing a pungent black liquid all over the floor, and then a rocket suddenly shot out!

The fire blazed fiercely!

Then more pottery jars were thrown out from the tower, and the entire section of the city wall under the earth wall was immersed in flames!
This level of flames could not harm Joz, but it was enough to prevent the subsequent Eivor army from climbing the city wall. The flames were so fierce that they even tended to spread to the earth wall!
Serfs were driven to bring mud and sand, but no one dared to touch the raging fire.

It is better to die by a knife than to die in a fire - at least the latter is more painful!
So Joz was isolated on the city wall.

What followed were the enchanted crossbow arrows shot from all directions in the tower!
The battlefield does not belong to the strong alone.

Unless you reach level 7, no matter how powerful you are, you will be drowned by the endless stream of troops!
Joz dodged and moved in the flames, using his superb swordsmanship and strong fighting spirit to resist the barrage of crossbow arrows. The feeling of being able to only take the beatings and not be able to fight back was simply maddening!
He came to this battlefield to earn fame, but after two attempts at the city wall and two failures, he felt like a clown.

Waving his sword, Joz roared:

"Come out! Fight me!!"

"Face me, bastard!!!"

But no one paid any attention to him. All that was by his side was the raging fire and the endless supply of enchanted crossbow arrows.

Feeling someone approaching from behind, Joz roared, turned suddenly and swung his sword.

Shine——

Half of the slightly shriveled body flew high, leaving behind a few traces of black blood.

Then with a plop, half of the body wearing the wolf-shaped mask fell to the ground.

The lower half of his body was still standing on the ground, but the fallen upper half was struggling to grope for the weapon in the flames, even though the flesh inside the armor was already sizzling under the scorching wall.

Even though they were in the same camp, Joz felt a little uneasy.

But the situation has finally changed.

The serfs did not dare to move forward, so the wolf-faced warriors killed them and threw them, along with the mud, sand, and soil in their baskets, onto the city wall.

The flames began to be suppressed, and wisps of choking green smoke filled the city walls.

Heavy footsteps were heard, and Link and Hyde each led a team of soldiers out of the troop transport path and blocked both sides of the city wall.

The moment he saw Link, Joz became furious and swung his sharp blood sword:

"Today, I want your life!"

After saying that, he strode towards Link!
Behind him, the wolf-faced warriors rushed to the top of the city wall.

The battle is imminent!
This was the first time Hyde truly participated in a war, a war against living people.

He took a deep breath of the pungent smell of burnt kerosene, and a thick bright fighting spirit gushed out from his body, covering the azure misty iron armor.

Waving the two enchanted swords in his hands, he rushed forward steadily!
The first wolf-faced warrior came forward.

Hyde swung his left sword horizontally, deflecting the opponent's weapon, then extended his right sword and pierced the opponent's throat.

A sizzling sound erupted from the entrance of the sword, and a wisp of grayish-white breath flowed out under the scorching light.

"The breath of death?"

Hyde was shocked. Could it be that the Eivor people were involved with the Cult of the Hand of Death?

Holy light burst out on the blade. Hyde drew back the sword and saw another wolf-faced warrior rushing towards him.

The opponent's armor was stronger than that of an ordinary wolf-faced warrior, and he held a wolf-tooth hammer in both hands that looked to weigh at least 60 pounds.

call--

The heavy hammer came down on his head, but Hyde didn't dare to confront it head-on and dodged sideways.

The hammer head smashed down, smashing the mud that had been baked into a hard crust into pieces.

Hyde took a half step forward at the right time, put one foot on the head of the wolf-fang sledgehammer, and slashed down with both swords in his hands!

The opponent's knight's visor suddenly opened up, and a ball of dead white fighting spirit spurted out of his dry mouth. The power it brought collided with the bright fighting spirit entangled on the two swords.

Exploded like fireworks!

Hyde was knocked back several steps by the impact, his face turning pale beneath his visor.

That’s right, that is the purest breath of death, the spirit of death that will never appear in a living person!

"Dark Warrior!?"

The Black Warrior is a Dou Qi user who was transformed into an undead creature.

The hammer warrior said nothing. The gray-white aura of death spread and burned on the wolf-fang hammer. He rushed forward, swung the hammer, and hit the man on the head again!
At this moment, the undead fighting spirit burst out from his ribs and turned into two identical wolf-fang hammer phantoms, trapping Hyde from the top, left and right!
A hoarse voice roared: "Dodge the heavy hammer!"

Hyde's heart tightened.

He suddenly thought of this person's identity.

Tingen, Viscount Morgan's younger brother, died in a border battle 40 years ago.

This fighting skill is clearly a secret skill passed down by the Knights of Tingen!

But there was no time to think on the battlefield. Hyde took two steps back, his left hand suddenly stretched straight, his right hand raised horizontally in front of his chest, and the two long swords crossed together like a bow and arrow.

The fighting spirit gushed out and intertwined into a bowstring. Hyde slowly pulled back with his right hand, and the light on the bowstring poured into the long sword that served as the "arrow".

When the light shines to its limit, the bowstring disappears instantly.

嗖

The long sword in Hyde's right hand turned into an arrow of light and flew out of his hand, instantly evaporating the undead aura on the wolf-fang hammer, tearing the hammer in half, and then nailing it into the throat of the body.

The huge black warrior fell on his back, and was nailed firmly to the city wall with his remaining strength.

Under the catalysis of the bright fighting spirit, billowing gray-white undead fighting spirit gushed out of the wound like steam.

After using this fighting skill, Hyde's face turned pale.

He walked up to the black warrior, drew out the long sword from his throat, and wanted to lift his visor to verify his guess.

Although he had never met Tingen, Hyde had seen his portrait.

But at this moment, the black warrior raised his arm, gripped the sword tightly, and shook his head slowly.

Hyde read a hint of pleading in that empty look.

A complex feeling welled up in his heart, and a sigh flowed out of Hyde's throat:

"……rest in peace."

The black warrior let go of the sword, and Hyde drew back the sword and stabbed it into his forehead. Then his fighting spirit burst out, and with a bang, his entire head was wrapped in it, and no one could recognize his face anymore.

A breeze blew.

In the sound of the wind, Hyde seemed to hear a "thank you".

At this moment, another sharp sword attacked. Hyde drew his sword to block it, and with the burst of fighting spirit, he cut off the opponent's head with his backhand.

Looking up, the entire section of the city wall was filled with Eivor's army wearing blue robes, and more wolf-faced warriors were pouring out from the city wall.

"bring it on--"

"Let me send you back to hell with my own hands!"

Hyde pulled himself together and began the fight.

The battle lasted from early morning until noon.

Hyde's pair of enchanted swords had become too blunt to be used, and the sword he was holding in his hand now was a sword he picked up at random from the battlefield.

How many people has he killed?
Not sure, not knowing, and not important.

Hyde had almost given up thinking.

During this half day, he hardly took a single step forward, as the endless stream of enemies kept him stuck in place.

There were more and more corpses on the ground, both Nords and Eivor.

Blood flowed on the city wall, making the soles of the feet sticky and muddy.

The elite troops behind him were becoming fewer and fewer.

Facing the tireless Wolf-Faced Legion, even the elite private soldiers of the Slater family would find it difficult to gain the upper hand in a one-on-one fight. Only the Fang of Typhon could cause quick and effective damage.

But there are too many of them, I can’t kill them all!

Faced with the absolute gap in numbers, even Hyde felt a sense of despair.

"Damn it Raven, where the hell are you!?"

"This is your Wall of Sighs!"

……

(End of this chapter)