The King of Elden does not die alone!

Altria, who was already very angry, immediately rushed forward -

then.

Crack!

King Brydin's military chief, Antonius Britannius, was defeated.

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Even until the orderly army marched southward, the knight Anthony on horseback still had an expression of doubt about his life.

It was only a moment, so he couldn't see it clearly.

Anthony, who underestimated his enemy, was subdued by Altria in one move.

Very unwilling.

'If I could do it again...' He clenched his fists at first, but then realization came to him.

His purpose was obviously to make this young lady give up.

Unexpectedly, she has such strength.

The addition of such a powerful fighter should be something to be celebrated.

Fortunately, Anthony's defeat by a young girl was not seen by his soldiers.

This is lucky enough.

Anthony straightened the family crest on his chest.

The neat team was marching quickly towards the castle.

Wilden rode a tall draft horse, a heavy draft horse that weighed more than one ton and was over two meters tall at the shoulder, and was capable of pulling five tons of weight.

The backs of heavy draft horses were too broad and too high for ordinary people, so they could only be ridden in an awkward position.

Moreover, the running speed is too slow and is not suitable for knights who need to charge.

But for infantry who could only move on foot, the speed of heavy draft horses was fast enough to leave the marching infantry behind.

Wilden could ride a horse, that was obvious.

Although it was the first time for him to meet his new mount, the heavy draft horse had a docile character and did not do anything out of the ordinary. Wilden was able to control his new mount smoothly.

The soldiers carried their bags and the military carriages were loaded with armor. They traveled light and quickly, and arrived at Knight Adelan's castle just after noon.

Chapter 94. Enemy at the Gate

Probably, before the 20th, Britain cannot be written (sad)

After updating for three months in a row, I feel like I’m almost exhausted.

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The village below the castle was deserted.

As the war approached, the villagers evacuated in an orderly manner.

Just like what happened in Knight Eggard's village.

The villagers took away as much livestock and property as possible in an orderly manner. Even if they could not return to their hometowns, they could get a new start in the city.

This is one of the reasons for urban expansion.

Eight hundred soldiers passed through the quiet village streets, and only the wild dogs that no one cared about were running away in fear.

Knight Adelan was different from the last time they met.

At least he was fully dressed this time.

The waist and abdomen of the armor were exaggeratedly enlarged to accommodate his belly.

The side door of the castle opened.

The arrival of eight hundred soldiers and corresponding supplies made the castle seem quite crowded.

As a knight guarding the castle, Adlan reported the latest situation to the king's chief military officer Anthony.

He was curious about several accomplices who were obviously neither soldiers nor officers.

Like other knights in this era of widespread machismo, Adlan was a little skeptical of girls.

"Our mission is not to fight to the death with the Ansa people." Anthony alleviated Adelan's concerns from the side.

"How long will it take them to arrive?" Anthony inquired.

Adlan shook his head: "Maybe tomorrow."

There will be some difficult days ahead.

Everyone knows this.

After the preliminary arrangements were completed, it was time to make arrangements for the ladies.

Although Altria had met Adlan once before.

But it was just a glimpse hidden in the long line of fleeing people, and there was no chance for their eyes to meet.

Apparently, Adelan had no impression of them.

"Take them to the mistress." Adlan waved his hand absentmindedly.

There was a sand table in front of him, and at this moment Adlan was trying hard to plan a specific plan for defending the city.

His wife was unwilling to flee with the people and stayed in the castle which was at the center of the vortex.

Also with her were several maids who were loyal to their mistress.

They will be protected and will be safe until the battle is over.

"We are here to fight!" Altria retorted.

"This is..."

Adlan was about to retort.

Anthony touched his nose and said, "She has that ability. His Majesty asked me to bring them here."

The complete defeat not long ago still lingers in his mind.

He is the military chief of a country!

Although as a military commander, his personal bravery was not necessarily the strongest in the entire country, it was a relief that he was easily defeated by a girl who was looked down upon.

If this gets out, I'll probably be laughed at to death.

As a knight with empathy.

He didn't want this to happen to Adlan again.

Furthermore.

It is true that Altria is capable.

Adlan raised his head from the sand table and looked at the girl suspiciously.

Although Anthony has guaranteed it, he still wants to give a reminder.

"This is not a place of comfort, girl," Adelan said. "If you want to be with the soldiers, you have to know that they are not knights, but a group of smelly, dirty and rude men."

"I understand." Altria nodded.

As for Mia.

She thinks there won't be much difference between the rough guys of the sixth century AD and the rough guys of the twenty-first century AD?

Anyway, I have the ability and status to back me up, so there is nothing to worry about.

Finally, Eggard gave them a separate stable as a temporary residence.

But compared to the soldiers, the ladies were clearly treated preferentially.

The castle's original garrison accounted for about half of the design limit.

And the reinforcement of 800 people this time also means.

This castle is already two and a half times over capacity!

A thousand people were crammed into the castle, which was only big enough for four hundred people.

The 2.5 times excess soldiers had no choice but to set up tents on the open ground or sleep on the floor in the corridor.

Fortunately, the supplies originally stored were enough for 400 people to use for half a year, which was enough to feed these reinforcements for two months.

As long as the Ansa people do not cut off the supply line, there will be a steady stream of supplies and reinforcements coming to the castle. It is impossible for the Ansa people to surround the castle with 1,500 people and at the same time separate troops to cut off the supply line.

Therefore, theoretically, the time it can hold out is unlimited. Of course, the premise is that there are really only fifteen thousand Ansa people.

The first bad news came in the evening.

The Ansa people had gathered half a day's distance from the castle, and from morning to afternoon, their number had reached a thousand.

In the second half of the night, it started raining.

The sky was grey and overcast.

The rain beat against the castle towers, the tents in the open field, and the roof of the stable.

Drops of water slid down the city wall.

After all, this is Britain, and there is not much good weather all year round.

The drizzle not only failed to wash away the dust, but made the entire castle feel depressing and uncomfortable.

It rained all night and all day.

By the next night, it was still raining.

The last news brought by the scouts was that the number of the Ansa people had reached two thousand.

At the first watch, the sentry suddenly rang the alarm bell. The night was frighteningly dark. When the soldiers, wearing straw raincoats and fully armed, appeared on the city wall, they could see countless flickering torches about a kilometer away.

"About two thousand people."

Adlan estimated the number of torches.

"Two thousand five hundred at most," Anthony replied.

"Why don't we raid them?"

Altria questioned.

Adlan glanced at her.

"Good idea. But we don't have enough people."

If it weren't for the fact that this was someone the king specifically wanted to place in the army, he might not have paid any attention to her.

"And, see the location they chose?" Adlan pointed ahead.

The Angsa people camped in an open space several thousand meters away.

In the rainy night, apart from the swaying torches in the distance, nothing much could be seen.

"Even if we have enough manpower, they will evacuate the area as soon as we go over there, and when I leave, they will come back again."

This has been the knight's experience over the years.

"Well, nothing to see, let's go back, we need to strengthen our defenses."

Adlan said, waving his hand.

Ladies were not suited to hard labour in building fortifications.

Wilden also stood on the city wall, his tree and lion robes were neat and new, and he stood out from the crowd.

Even without the burqa that is unique to this country, his body shape is enough.

"I have some suggestions, sir," he said to Anthony, looking at the open space in the distance.

Anthony replied, "Go ahead."

Everyone respected this serious, strong knight.

"We need some equipment to defend the city," Wilden replied.