i have a super island

Chapter 1156
As night fell, the wind and snow became stronger.

The cold north wind is like a knife, and it hurts like a knife cut on the face.

The faces of the night watchmen were purple from the cold, and their eyelashes were stained with a thick layer of ice crystals. These soldiers were shivering in the cold wind, but even so they still stuck to their posts.

Art patrolled the city wall, his heavy leather boots stepping on the snowdrifts, making a "creaking" sound.

He was tall and muscular, and after putting on the armor, he had an aura of arrogance for the general. It was because the night watch soldiers stood upright when they saw him appear.

"How's the situation, is the brother who went out back?" Art stopped and looked at the soldier beside him.

"Report to the general, not yet!" The soldier roared vigorously.

Art came to the back of the city wall. At this time, a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the wall pier. Originally, the height of the wall pier was only up to his waist, but now the height of the snow on the wall pier had reached his shoulders. He only had one head. It can be seen from behind the pier.

At this time, the sky was getting darker and darker, and it was impossible to see the situation outside the city wall. The more so, the more uneasy Art felt in his heart.

In the evening, in order to prepare firewood for the winter, Art sent another firewood cutting team to cut firewood in the woods north of the fortress.

Out of the city gate is the border of the barbarians in the north, and the forest is extremely dangerous. There are traps and traps set by the barbarians everywhere, and there may be barbarian soldiers in ambush. Therefore, every time a soldier goes out of the city to cut firewood, it is a extremely dangerous thing.

As the commander-in-chief of the northern border, Art really has troubles that he can't tell. How could he be willing to let his soldiers do such things as chopping firewood, but there is really no way. If he doesn't prepare firewood for the winter, heating will become a problem. The big problem is that once the real blizzard comes, the soldiers in the fortress will be the first to be frozen to death by the extremely cold temperature before they can fight the barbarian enemies on the battlefield.

"hateful!"

Faced with such a predicament, even though Art had thousands of complaints in his heart, they could only converge into one ordinary complaint in the end.

He was indignant towards the Nero authorities, and also deeply disappointed. When the military situation was at stake, it was his own people who gave him the most fatal blow from behind.

Originally, the heating coal in the northern region should have been provided in sufficient quantities, but now there is a shortage, and only a part of it has arrived.

Reminiscent of the tragic experience suffered by his younger sister Cynthia, he wished he could lead his army to the south, directly enter the Imperial City of Nile, and wipe out all the treacherous courtiers around his father.

But rationality prevented him from doing such a thing. Once he did so, it would be open rebellion, and he would become Nero's greatest enemy. This was not his original intention.What's more, the current situation in the northern border is undercurrent. If there is any disturbance on his side, those barbarians can take this opportunity to break through and go south.

In any case, Art, as the prince, always puts Nero first in his heart, and he will definitely not do anything to endanger Nero because of his personal grievances.

Suddenly, there was a sound of noisy footsteps in the dark wind and snow, and at the same time, soldiers shouted in Nile: "Quickly open the door."

Hearing the voice of his own soldier, Art's frown that had been tightly locked finally relaxed, and he ordered to the soldiers on the city wall overjoyed, "Open the city gate quickly."

Several soldiers turned the winch on the city wall together, and lifted the heavy city gate little by little until it reached a height of about one meter, and then stopped hanging up.

Outside the city wall, the soldiers took the time to rush into the city gate. After entering the gate, they shouted: "They are coming, just behind." The voice revealed endless fear, as if there was a monster hiding in the darkness behind him.

The defenders on the city wall did not dare to be careless, and immediately lowered the city gate to prevent the enemy from rushing in.

Art also pulled out the scimitar from his waist, ready to meet the enemy at any time, "Archers are ready!" As soon as the order was given, he heard a rush of footsteps on the snow outside. Many hounds were hissing and barking wildly.

Torches were quickly lit on the top of the city, and two or thirty people could be seen gathered on the snow in front of them. These people were the barbarians from the north.

They wore thick fur coats and exaggeratedly large hats, and carried steel forks in their hands, and each of them was accompanied by several hounds.

Those people stopped 30 meters away from the city wall. They seemed to know that it would be miserable to rush over. They simply stood there to put pressure on the Nero soldiers on the city wall, and had no real plan to attack the city.

"You guard the top, if the enemy dares to step forward, shoot me hard!"

"Yes!"

The atmosphere suddenly became dignified, and both sides were on the verge of breaking out.

Art heard the wailing of the soldiers from below the city gate, and immediately gave orders to the soldiers on the city wall, and went to check under the city wall himself.

When I got to the back of the city gate, I saw the soldiers who ran in just now, their bodies were covered in blood, their armor had been torn to shreds, and those exposed places were blackened from the cold, looking very miserable.

"General, we have been attacked." A soldier knelt down in front of Art and told him what happened to the team. "At that time, we had cut down two loads of firewood and were about to retreat from the woods. To the ambush of these barbarians."

Another soldier said: "We were outnumbered and lost most of our brothers, and the two carts full of firewood were also lost in the confusion."

Art's anger came from it, not against the soldiers, but—he didn't even know whose head this anger should be attributed to.Those cruel and cunning barbarians of the north?Or the one who stabbed him in the back?

A sense of loss and powerlessness hit his heart, and Art almost gritted his back molars. Even at this time, he still had the responsibility of being a general. Rather than venting the anger in his heart, it was more important to appease those wounded soldiers.

"It's not easy to come back, you are all heroes, go down and recuperate well." Art encouraged the wounded soldiers, and ordered other soldiers to quickly carry these wounded brothers back to the army doctor for treatment.

Outside the city walls, the hounds were still barking, and the fort quickly entered a state of emergency. More and more soldiers came to the city to guard against the attacks of the barbarians.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, and although the scene in the city seems to be crowded with people, it is not messy because of it.

When Art was about to climb up the city wall again, he heard a voice calling him. He looked up and saw that Cynthia came outside with the maid Aya.

"Brother, what happened?"

Cynthia was wearing a thick animal fur coat, her nose and cheeks were flushed by the cold wind. The adaptation during this period had made her used to the cold in the north. Come up with something to do for everyone.

(End of this chapter)