RPAGF #682 - I surrender!
#682 - I surrender!
"Thud!"
The city wall beneath his feet trembled, causing dust and debris to fall from the beams and roof, including some broken stones.
Unconsciously picking at the cold sore on the corner of his mouth, Ursion slumped numbly in the city gate tower, paying no attention to the dust and stones in his greasy hair.
His gaze passed through the narrow window, flying towards the eastern section of the southern city wall.
After five full days of continuous bombardment by a griffin cannon and four sand sculpture cannons, the original bricks of the outer wall had shattered and fallen off, revealing the yellowish-white rammed earth.
Each time a shell hit, a crashing sound could be heard, the sound of the rammed earth being broken and rolling down the wall.
The original gray-blue wall had its skin peeled off by the shells, and each bombardment represented the shedding of the temple's protective cover.
Ursion could even see a large stone ball embedded in the exposed rammed earth of the city wall, like a sinister eye staring at him at all times.
It was just like facing the eyes of that Holy Grandson in the distance, always making people feel chills.
Although he had never seen that demon with his own eyes, he had been seeing him in his dreams recently.
"Thud—thud thud thud—" Another shell hit the city wall, and this time the shaking was particularly violent, but Ursion still drank his wine as if he hadn't heard it.
What else could he do but drink wine? Go out and die?
With a wry smile, Ursion looked at the wall, on which Duke Bodosha's letter was nailed. He had regarded it as a life-saving straw a few days ago, constantly encouraging himself.
But now the letter was covered in dust.
The most desperate thing was that he had no ability or means to fight back.
Even if ballistae were installed on the wall, they would only have a range of about a mile.
The ten ballistae on the wall and several extraordinary knights were exhausted, and apart from a few unlucky snake people who were killed by the bowstrings, they failed to cause any casualties.
He had also tried ordering demon hunters to sneak out and destroy those catapults, but after leaving the city, the demon hunters had disappeared without a trace.
So yesterday, under the instigation of two hundred extraordinary knight reinforcements, he gritted his teeth and agreed to go out of the city to fight.
He drank a full pint of high-proof liquor and Khan's potion, and with the blessing of the chanter's "Walking on Flat Ground" spell, he personally led the two hundred newly arrived knights to charge towards that griffin cannon.
At that time, he was determined to capture that terrible catapult, or at least destroy it.
But before he could get close, iron bullets the size of fists rained down, with such force that they could break a person's spine or even pierce their chest.
Ursion even saw with his own eyes a knight's chest explode with iron shards, and pieces of internal organs splattered like an explosion.
Exaggeratedly, one was even knocked away by the iron bullet, and when the knight fell from his horse, fragments of his broken neck bones shot out from his neck and got stuck in Ursion's armor.
He only discovered this when he cleaned his armor afterwards.
Actually, there were already some clues at this time, but under the influence of the liquor and potion, Ursion, whose consciousness was blurred, actually ignored this.
In his hazy memory, he only remembered seeing that black barrel, as if he could reach out and touch it.
But the next second, countless winds blowing from the fire hell came from both sides.
The whistling lead bullets made a clanging sound on the armor, and the knights on both sides wailed, spraying blood mist, covering their wounds and falling on their backs.
But this was not over yet. Finally, approaching a distance of about 200 steps, he was about to order a full-speed charge when he heard a roar with a strong Thousand Valley dialect—"Load with grapeshot."
He didn't remember what happened next. According to his attendants, he was directly hit in the forehead by the grapeshot fired at close range by the falcon cannon.
Fortunately, his armor was made of fine steel plate, which was quite strong. He was only stunned, so he could barely save his life.
After the grapeshot swept through, the pikemen in the middle began to attack, and Ursion was taken away from the battlefield by his attendants at that time.
Of the remaining 200 extraordinary knight reinforcements, few survived. To be precise, if surrender and escape were counted as death, only 40 knights successfully returned to the castle.
Many of them did not even see the faces of the enemy soldiers clearly.
The information he bought from the Wang Xian cavalry was that this Holy Grandson's army adopted a policy of elite soldiers, who were best at field battles and least good at siege warfare, because it would consume a lot of troops and be not worth the loss.
Look at this, does this look like they are not good at siege warfare?
Montiac, you liar!
Ursion gritted his teeth and clenched the wine glass in his hand, creating a clear fingerprint on the copper cup.
"Thud—"
An even more violent shaking than before came, but the soldiers had long been exhausted of their energy and morale after five full days of bombardment.
Almost everyone had gone through fear—resistance—acceptance—numbness, and at this moment, only despairing calm remained on the faces of the city's defenders.
You must know that Horn's artillery fire was not random, but prepared.
The 12-pound griffin cannon was the main attacker, and the 6-pound sand sculpture cannon assisted in attacking morale. The 5 cannons always fired at the same time, and basically five minutes were enough for one bombardment.
"The eastern section of the southern city wall, how is it?" When Ursion opened his mouth, he was almost startled by himself, because the voice was too hoarse.
"Earl, the gap in the upper half of the bricks is about 3 steps wide, the rammed earth and bricks have basically fallen off, and only the last layer of bricks is left." Swallowing, the attendant bent down and lowered his voice, "I think at the slowest two days, this wall will collapse."
"I know." Ursion was silent for a long time, "Having done this, even standing in front of Duke Bodosha, I can ask myself without shame."
…………
Dark clouds covered the moon. On the night of March 28th, the west gate of Avis Temple slowly opened, and dozens of knights left the gate with several carriages, blessed by the Walking on Flat Ground spell.
The soldiers guarding the city gate were more like pretending not to see it than relieved.
This group of people was naturally Ursion and others. They left this terrible place like thieves, on tiptoe.
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In the pitch-black night, these knights left more than three thousand comrades behind and rushed towards the pier.
Ursion knew that this small pier was the escape route left for them by that Holy Grandson. Although he felt insulted, he still had to admit that he did need this route.
Since the pier was not far from the temple, Ursion could judge that the pier was near in the vague sound of water and the humid smell.
Finally, looking back at the Avis Temple in the distance, which was only a silhouette, his mood suddenly relaxed.
At least from today onwards, he knew that he was no longer destined for the battlefield in this life, and the act of deserting had basically cut off his political path.
Ursion didn't feel sorry. Meritorious service is valuable, but life is more important. It's just that he must return to his own manor in the future and live the most ordinary and peaceful life with those 30,000 pounds.
But this time, he couldn't go through Duke Bodosha's camp, otherwise, with this man's temper, he would really hang himself there.
Just as Ursion was thinking about how to bypass Duke Bodosha and return to his manor, he suddenly stopped all movements.
"Your Excellency, what's wrong?"
"Shh." Raising a finger, Ursion listened intently, "Listen, is there any other sound."
In the sound of the wind and the restless snorting of the warhorses, he seemed to hear a faint—creaking sound.
"Not good—" Ursion suddenly woke up, and whipped the horse's buttocks, "Don't care about these valuables, leave now!"
In the darkness, lead bullets exploded blood and sparks on the armor. Lying on the horse's back, Ursion could only let it carry him away.
The night wind passed through his armor, and the violent bumps shook 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 he was already alone.
Unfortunately, before he could take two steps, the sound of winding springs "creak creak" came again from behind the grass.
His originally neat hair was scattered messily, and he pulled the reins in panic, shouting into the surrounding dark night: "Who's there? Stand out, I am Ursion of the Moredo family, show your true self if you have the ability."
A sound of footsteps came from the darkness, and Ursion silenced as if his throat was choked.
"This is a big fish caught."
In the flickering firelight, a calm smiling face was illuminated by the torch.
Sitting on the warhorse, although Ursion was meeting this young man for the first time, he recognized the identity of this man at a glance.
"You are the city defense officer, Ursion…"
"I surrender!"
As if relieved of a heavy burden, Ursion raised his hands high.