Chapter 82 Glory Belongs to Brundik (Please subscribe!)
Thick smoke rose in the city, and the hot flames ignited the dry houses.
Dense boulders fell from the sky, mercilessly destroying Brundik's solid city walls.
Brundick must not lose!
Standing on Brundik's city wall, Duke Bathory looked solemn.
In recent days, the offensive faced by Brundick has obviously been more fierce than before. The colorful flags symbolizing various nobles that were flaunted outside the city a few days ago have disappeared, replaced by an incomparable flag of Duke Bathory. Familiar flag.
On the black flag not far away, there are drawn the battle axes and swords that symbolize the Northland mercenaries.
So...
what I face next is no longer the private soldiers of the nobles who fight on their own, but the northern mercenaries who make the northern border of the kingdom and even the Kingdom of Walras fearful?
Under the attack of the Northland mercenaries, Duke Bathory seemed to suddenly realize that Brundick was not as strong as he imagined.
Although the militiamen recruited temporarily were large in number, they were barely enough to defend the city. If they really had to face those ferocious Northland mercenaries, it would only take a few breathers for their morale to collapse and the army to be defeated.
Countless arrows were shot from outside the city, and one militiaman fell to the ground after being hit by the arrow.
Even though Duke Bathory personally led his guards to supervise the battle on the city wall, he also allowed those vicious mercenaries to board the city wall several times. If the elite soldiers and knights had not arrived in time, the already frightened militiamen would have been put on the spot. Then the mouse will run away with its head in its arms.
"Glory belongs to Brundik!"
Duke Bathory raised the sword in his hand, hoping that his example could boost the morale of the defenders.
However, it was unclear whether the morale had improved or not. Anyway, the flying arrows immediately nailed Duke Bathory's chest.
"Your Majesty the Duke!"
The guards around him hurriedly carried the injured Duke off the city wall, but this also made the morale of the defenders even lower.
The militiamen had no idea why they were fighting, and some didn't even know who the enemy was attacking the city in front of them.
They were originally just civilians or serfs in their respective lords' territories, and it was common for them to suffer from hunger and cold.
Just as they struggled through the cold winter and worked hard to cultivate the farmland they depended on for survival, they were forcibly captured by the recruiting officers in the territory. They did not want to fight, but they might be able to survive if they faced the enemy directly. If he retreats, he will definitely be chopped to pieces by the knights supervising the battle.
All they could do was stand on the city wall timidly and depressed, not knowing when they would lose their lives due to the oncoming arrows.
After all...
they are just lowly civilians in the eyes of the nobles. Even if they are unfortunately hit by an arrow, six or seven personal guards will not rush to carry them down for treatment. Regarding this, the militiamen have always had a very clear self-consciousness in their hearts. Cognition.
"The trebuchets outside the city must be knocked down! Otherwise, Brundick's city wall will not be able to support it for long!"
Although he was wrapped in layers of bandages, Duke Bathory still summoned the people in the city with difficulty. Nobles.
"I need to keep elite and heroic knights, just like yesterday, rush out of the city and demolish all those damn trebuchets!"
However, the nobles present were silent, and no one took the initiative to ask for help.
Duke Bathory was aware of the threat posed by the trebuchets outside the city, and of course they were too.
But at this moment, it is obvious that the ones launching the attack are no longer the private armies of the northern nobles, but the notorious northern mercenaries!
Even in the hearts of the vast majority of nobles, Brundick City could no longer be defended.
If he leaves the city at this time, not only will the knights under his command suffer heavy casualties, but even after the city is broken, they may also be liquidated by those mercenaries.
Everyone knows that in the eyes of the Northland mercenaries, only those golden Escudos are the most precious things.
As for the nobles...
I'm sorry, the number of nobles who died at the hands of Northland mercenaries has already reached double digits.
Seeing that all the nobles and knights present were as well-behaved as wilted quails, Duke Bathory became even more angry.
As a veteran duke who had participated in the Reconquista movement, Duke Bathory had always looked down upon today's nobles. But even so, he never thought that today's nobles would not even have the courage to go out of the city to meet the enemy.
"In this case, I will personally lead the knights out of the city to meet the enemy!!"
Although he had just been hit by an arrow, Duke Bathory was wearing armor after all. Even though the wound still hurt a little, it was enough to go into battle and kill the enemy.
"Everyone should go with me!"
However, just when the nobles present were glad that they did not have to go into battle, the Duke's next words made them all widen their eyes, with expressions of disbelief on their faces. .
In their minds, if the city is breached, it is not worth sacrificing their lives to escape quickly.
As for the so-called chivalry... having chivalry and practicing it are completely different things!
But...
"Your Majesty the Duke!"
At this moment, a knight attendant covered in blood stumbled in: "Come in... those mercenaries came in!"
"What?!"
At this moment, everyone present The nobles widened their eyes involuntarily.
They all knew that the mercenaries in the North were extremely ferocious, but they never thought that the city would be breached right now?
Hearing this, Duke Bathory couldn't help but feel a tragic feeling in his heart.
He looked around and saw that the nobles around him were already panicking and preparing to run away. After all, he gave up the plan of forcing everyone present to stay here.
"Earl Jones!"
The nobleman who was named by the Duke suddenly trembled, and an unspeakable panic arose in his heart.
"Evacuate from the south gate and bring the soldiers under your command to River Valley City safely!" Duke Bathory's voice was a little low.
"Huh?"
Earl Jones was obviously stunned for a moment and couldn't help but wonder: "Your Majesty the Duke? Then you...?" "
This city is the fiefdom of the Bathory family! Since His Majesty the King has promised to transfer Perel's If the rebels block the city, then the Bathory family and their vassals will have to live and die with the city!"
After hearing this, the elderly Duke said without any doubt.
"You are just reinforcements coming from afar. There is no need to die in this city that is bound to fall." "
Jones, firmly remember the oath you made when you became a noble, guard the territory, be loyal to the king, and do what a noble should do. !"
"Glory to Brundick!"
...
It's the day.
The Northern rebels captured Brundick, and the Kingdom's army was routed and retreated south along the Hom River under the leadership of Earl Jones.
Lord Brundik and Duke Bathory died in front of the rebels.
(End of chapter)